Sisters of Sodom

"Get to the damn point!" Eudora barked.

"Always in a hurry, you are," Ayaka replied. "You see, Eudora, I am in no rush. I like to savor my revenge like fine wine. Relax, my dear. This will be a long, luxurious death for you...and then I'll take what is rightfully mine, for real this time."

Before Eudora could even begin to comprehend the scope of Ayaka's words, the spider-like creature scurried down the side of the far wall, then quickly popped up from under the couch in front of her.

She tried to run, but it was already upon her, crawling its way up on her right leg, circling it until it reached her hips. The thought of even grabbing the disgusting thing felt like a trial, but it was too late; the beast had already found its target. It positioned its six legs around around her pudgy waist, and then, locating the tip of her spine, pierced it through the hem of her underwear.

Eudora lips opened, but nothing came out. The sudden pain was too much for her, and she fell to her knees in the middle of the living room. Her eyes were twitching angrily, her soul craving brutal retribution, but with her powers so diminished she still lacked the spark to enact them. The simple fact was that her resilience was already so low that she may as well be a regular mortal.

"Disappointing, Eudora. Perhaps you peaked early, but you most certainly are on the decline now. I for sure thought you'd have a magic trick or two left. Now you realize just how hopeless your situation is," Ayaka commented, her creaky voice filled with mockery, but Eudora could barely process the words.

The absolute desecration of her nervous system was already well underway; the horrid beast crammed its legs deeper into her spinal column, causing her to scream in agony.

"Ah, the squeal of just one more pig," Ayaka said. Finally she appeared in front of Eudora, decked out in her finest jet-black velour dress. A black bonnet encircled the woman's short spiky hair. Vinyl platform boots, a leather choker, an ornate chatelaine lined with daggers completed the picture, but not before she drew her infamous studded club from the sheath slung around her back.

The Japanese pythoness's eyes narrowed in sudden morbid curiosity as she laid eyes directly on Eudora.

"Hmm. Interesting," Ayaka said, her voice momentarily slowing. "Speaking of pigs. You've put on quite a bit of weight, Eudora...how odd."

The goth witch had just discovered the rawest nerve; it was the flint to light Eudora's last fire. Physical pain was one thing, but there was nothing more horrible for such a vain woman than to be seen as fat—no, anything but that.

The mere thought of it sent Eudora back down a spiral of despair. Feeling the spider dig into her spine ever deeper, Eudora let out a wordless growl.

There was nothing more bitter than admitting she'd squandered her energies. One glance at her revealed that even her best magic did not completely kill the vengeful Viking seed festering inside of her. Her weight still hovered around 200 lbs, with overstretched excess skin sagging from her arms and stomach.

"I can't say I'm a fan of your new look," Ayaka taunted, digging into the revealed sore spot with relish. Meanwhile, the demonic spider continued to stab her ever deeper.

Her head flew back, her fluffy dark hair whipping against her burning eyes, and she screamed even louder. The sting of Ayaka's words hurt more than this devious manipulation of her pain receptors, but now they started to feel one in the same.

"No matter. I suppose you simply look the part now," Ayaka concluded, readying her kanabo in case the punk pythoness had any fight left in her. Unsurprisingly, she did, though it manifested itself as a pathetic lunge which Ayaka deftly dodged.

Eudora crashed back to the floor, then flipped over, writhing as the beast on her back continued to send torturous jolts through her body. Ayaka then brought down the full force of her club across Eudora's shins, immediately shattering the bones beneath her thickened flesh.

The punk pythoness's shouting became louder as she dragged herself uselessly across the polished wood floor.

"Going somewhere, Eudora? Oh, no. You won't get very far crawling like that..."

Eudora was at loss for words, her mind frantically trying to come up with a plan. She found herself staring at the bedroom where Sølvi lay unconscious. In that rare moment, she felt an emotion that was alien to her.

Perhaps it was the raw fear of death running through her, but for the first time in her life, the smallest twinge of true regret gripped her. The young Norwegian girl had been nothing but kind to her; this innocent girl did not deserve to be drawn into such an ugly affair, Eudora reluctantly admitted to herself.

Then again, ugliness was inevitable; if it were not Ayaka, then some other witch would have eventually tracked the girl down eventually. Eudora wondered briefly if she considered Sølvi a friend, or merely just another means to an end, but could not answer, for she in truth did not know what a friend was. She realized she may not live to ever discover the answer now.

Another devastating kanabo strike to her midsection caused several of her ribs to crack, sending her rolling several feet. This is it, she thought to herself. This goth cunt is trying to kill me...

"Sølvi..." she managed to gasp one last time, almost inaudibly. She could hear Ayaka's cackle growing louder now, and she thought this next blow would be the last, but rather something else happened.

The demonic creature at her back seemed to settle, and then Eudora's world was enveloped in darkness. In a panic, her eyes flew about, but all she could see was the faint outline of two platform boots on either side of her head.

"Is this bitch...standing over me?!" she mumbled in confusion. From out of the darkness came a dim red glow that illuminated Ayaka's stockinged legs and petit, teardrop-shaped bottom. The mature pythoness's voice pierced Eudora's mind, her tone oozing victorious condescension.

"You surely don't think it ends just yet, little punk. No, that was just the appetizer. This, you see, is the main course. And once it is over, I will eat your soul for dessert..."

To Eudora's horror, a powerful heat began to emanate straight from the woman's backside, and with it came an absolutely overwhelming odor. Its scent was as undeniable as it was uniquely cruel; this was flatulence, plain and simple, or perhaps not so simple. It didn't make the usual lewd, comical noise one would expect, but rather a deep basso drone, and it somehow smelled simultaneously worse and more fragrant than any mortal emission.

"W-what are you doing?!" Eudora shrieked, trying to drag herself to the edges of the dark enclosure. Her fingers met the bounds, feeling the cloth of the inside of Ayaka's billowy skirt, but unlike regular cloth they were more rigid than prison bars. She slammed her fists against the edges, finding nothing but resistance.

The gas flowing from Ayaka's illuminated bottom was a form of chemical warfare that shocked even the punk pythoness herself, and her anxiety only increased at the thought that this woman might be truly every bit as evil as she. Against the red light, she could see that this wasn't ordinary methane, but an actual cloudy gas that wafted up like steam from a sewer grate.

She retched, the impenetrable stink growing in intensity. "Let me out of here, you sick bitch!" she shouted, but Ayaka could no longer hear her. The black dress was now a complete silo of exquisite anal stink, with very little oxygen left.

Eudora dug her nails into the floor and pulled herself towards Ayaka in an attempt to do damage to her legs, but the closer she got, the more the goth pythoness's lavish fart stream blew her back.

I can't go like this, Eudora said to herself, though she had no course of action. Her legs and ribs were broken, and now this smell was so strong that she could not even conjure the weakest spell. The drone gained in volume, shaking the floor beneath her. Then, in a masterstroke of utter debasement, Ayaka informed Eudora:

"I trust you're enjoying yourself down there, pathetic pig. I was going to end you like this, but now I have a new idea. Let us first fatten you up for the feast..." With that, there was yet a new awful development: the beast attached to her back began to wriggle and screech in reaction to some kind of spell Ayaka had cast on it.

"I hate to sacrifice my little pet, but now I know how it can best serve me. You see, this creature has quite the appetite. It eats over 60,000 calories a week, mostly meat. That is your four times your average person...well. I'm not sure what you Americans consider average these days..."

"What?! Bullshit!" Eudora cried as the spider suddenly began pumping some kind of chunky, gelatinous goo directly into her body. As her veins clotted with a lard-like acid, the creature's noises became more frantic.

"What's more, it only excretes a small fraction of that throughout its lifetime," Ayaka went on. "The vast majority of that fat is instead converted into caloric venom, its body growing ever larger to accommodate its storage sacs. If allowed to die of natural causes, this venom merely breaks down, returns to the earth. However, it has a very interesting stress response if placed in a fatal situation..."

"Damn it, just shut up!" Eudora shouted, her panic inspiring a final rush of insouciance. "The way you ramble on about these boring-ass bugs, you should be an elementary teacher, not a fucking witch. You know what they say. Those who can't do..."

She then halted her words as the pain had become too great, and let out a tormented grunt. The creature's legs had embedded themselves all the way to the root of her spine, and were causing her even greater suffering. And as if the punk pythoness had said nothing at all, Ayaka merely continued her thought.

"You see, if it is fatally wounded while attached to a foe...its final instinct is to pump the contents of its sacs into the next available organism through its pincers. Quite odd, hm? It has yet to be explained exactly why it behaves this way in its death throes, but that's still bad news for you..."

Eudora felt the spider's fat deposits quickly seep into her blood, mixing with the residual Viking seed to create an absolutely unstoppable inflation of her body. This time it was much more insidious than what she'd experienced last night, with pounds upon pounds of expanding, toxic fat wreaking unholy havoc on her organs, straining her thyroid and liver.

"My pet here was only fifteen months old, just a baby. A shame this one could not live to see adulthood—in captivity they can live for decades, and get as large as houses, you know. But it is no matter; I can think of no better use for my poor baby octopod than this. I know it would agree, if it could..."

All Eudora could do was bang against the walls of the scent cage hopelessly, shouting as Ayaka's misty farts dominated her senses. They took on a hellish stench, clouding her lungs and offering almost no breathable air now.

Eudora's body was already twice its size, with no signs of stopping. Her tremendous, formless stomach wobbled and spasmed as the last bits of the demon beast's gelatinous fat-fuel were siphoned into her helpless body.

Even as the monster finally perished and fell limp within her, Eudora continued to bloat until she was barely recognizable. No longer did she appear to be the commanding rogue witch who struck fear into the hearts of all rivals; now she was fast becoming an irredeemably miserable blob. Her underwear had long been shredded under the expansion of her two obscenely oversized, blubbery ass cheeks. Her bra, too, had long ago snapped off to reveal two swollen, sagging udders.

She made one last weak attempt to grab Ayaka's leg, but there was no use in it. She had no energy left.

"Now oink for me, piggy, and I promise to kill you with mercy. Just one strike to puffed-up face with my sacred kanabo, and then your miserable life will finally be over." Ayaka said with a loud laugh, the rumble of her flatulence finally dying down.

Eudora could no longer speak; she held her last breath of air in her lungs, refusing to capitulate to Ayaka's final demand. If I'm going to die, I'm not going to give this bitch any more satisfaction.

"I said oink for me, pig!" Ayaka said, immediately furious with the punk pythoness's final act of defiance. Eudora simply called up her last ounce of spirit and spit on Ayaka's knee.

"Disgusting until the very end, I see. Then you can die down there knowing that your last breath will be a sample of my perfect gas. That is a fitting end for you, Eudora...and then I will take the artifacts that are rightfully mine."

Suddenly there was a thud, and a blinding light flashed across the punk pythoness's eyes, followed by a mighty holler.

Ayaka's anal miasma dissipated in the open air quickly, allowing Eudora to catch a surprising sight: Sølvi had sprung to life, and was holding Ayaka high in the air with both hands, shouting something unintelligible in her mother tongue that sounded very bold indeed.

Eudora blinked as Sølvi then effortlessly tossed Ayaka straight through the penthouse window, sending the Japanese goth witch flying into the open air above an 65-story drop to the city street below. As the shattered glass flew about, Ayaka fell from view for a moment, then levitated some distance away, cursing the young Norwegian girl.

"Mendōna koto ni naru yo..." Ayaka intoned gravely, eyeing the powerful young viking girl with caution.

Sølvi stared her down, shouting, "Hva...? Se til helvete å pell deg vekk!" Her long golden hair flapped in the violent wind as she took one step closer to the window's edge and shook her fist.

The viking girl knew how dangerous it was to stand so close to the edge—she could not fly as this strange woman appeared to, and in fact hadn't even known it to be possible before now—but she refused to show any fear.

The defiant display seemed to unnerve Ayaka, who was clearly unprepared for a fair scuffle. She extended her hand, teleporting her kanabo back to it. Sheathing it, she disengaged the Norwegian girl and spoke to Eudora.

"It looks like your savior has come again. But I will return to devour my dessert soon, pig. You cannot hide behind this little girl forever..."

"I...hide behind...no one!" Eudora shouted, but her proclamation had none of the convincing quality that it would have once had. For now she was a one-ton, broken, bloodied blob of a woman. It was only after Ayaka finally vanished from sight that Sølvi even fully comprehended the extent of the damage done to her friend.

Just then, police sirens could be heard. Eudora knew it was only a matter of seconds before law enforcement encroached.

"Pretty heks..." Sølvi said, a tear forming in the corner of her eyes as she look down at the pathetic woman whom that nickname once suited. "I-I..." she stuttered, overwhelmed with emotion. "I will heal you. Stay still. It will take me much time to return you to your regular self, but—"

"Eudora," the punk pythoness interrupted. "My...name...is...Eudora..."

"Oh!" Sølvi replied. "Eu...dora. Oh..."

"We need to...hide the body..." Eudora groaned, pointing to the disemboweled chef laying in a pool of blood nearby.

"Herregud!" Sølvi exclaimed, her misty blue eyes widening when when laid eyes on the man. "That strange woman, she did this to David?!"

"David? Who—oh. Yeah...Sølvi, I can't explain...just hide him...and then tell the cops it was a...false alarm...can you remember that in English? False...alarm..."

"Okay, but—"

"Shut up. Just say those words, and smile...false alarm...don't let 'em in...they need a warrant for that anyway...if they get too curious, maybe let 'em see some of that cleavage you got...cough..."

"But I must heal you first! You are bleeding everywhere!" Sølvi shouted, her eyes full of tears. "This poor man, he is already...gone. But I can save you!"

"Hide the fucking body first, you retard!" Eudora barked, then broke into a painful cough, her enormous, formless body shaking like a water balloon.

Normally she found barking profane orders cathartic, but for some reason, she now heard her voice as Sølvi did, and it sounded horrible to her own ears. Still, she did not possess much of the natural empathy that the Viking girl had, nor did she even understand it, and so the response she received still managed to baffle her.

"Oh! I am sorry, pretty heks—I mean, Eudora..." Sølvi said blinkingly, a concerned expression remaining on her flushed face. "I know you are angry, but you mustn't call me such things. I am your friend! I will help you..."

The Viking girl mustered up the fortitude to confront the dead man on the floor next to Eudora. She lifted him up on her shoulder and carried him off to the hidden panic room upstairs, leaving a brush of blood behind her.

Eudora's mind already began racing to the next problem. She needed to crawl out of sight, and let the Viking girl handle everything for the time being. The girl's language barrier would likely confound the police, but this might be a good thing—all the easier for her to convince them it was all just a silly little accident in the kitchen...

Before she fled the scene, Eudora needed to safeguard herself against one final, almost unthinkable possibility. She hobbled over to her phone and began feverishly tapping on it with her swollen, clumsy fingers. In a few seconds, the text message had been sent:

"gary everything i fine. solving just dropper some dishes :( no worry s ok? is see u tonight :) xo eudora"

Fuck, I hope that's good enough to keep him at bay, she thought as she hastily slithered away from the scene.

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THE THRONE

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The woman high above sat as still as a statue, head downturned and obscured by a wide-brimmed sunhat. Only the subtle rise and fall of her chest indicated that she was flesh and blood. Pearly shells were fastened to her sleeves, giving her arms a scaly appearance.

The rest of her ensemble was an eye-piercing virgin white, spotless and taut around her lanky physique. A tremendous tinted enclosure surrounded her, its edges resting deeply in a relief carved into the floor.

Before this barricaded throne a single young servant knelt. Through the eye slits of this girl's heavy mask, she quickly glanced fearfully at her mistress, then looked away, noticing that the woman's exposed lips were sharply downturned. This was never a good sign. But then again, the news was not good news. They both knew this.

Slowly and silently, this barrier between them lifted. The servant fell to both knees and bowed in reverence, planting her palms on the cold marble floor. And then she heard the inevitable word from her mistresses' full lips:

"Yes?"

"M-my goddess Makeda, I am sorry to disturb you, but...one of our scouts has spotted some...possible intruders nearing our vicinity—"

"How many," the woman above asked, her sonorous voice echoing throughout the massive hall.

"T-two, my goddess Makeda. They appear to be...female. Foreigners. They travel together, coming by foot. It is estimated that they will be here within an hour."

"By foot. Really," the woman in white repeated, her scowl suddenly lifting. With a small laugh, she lifted her head, revealing her pristine visage. With her creaseless complexion and finely-cut features, she did not look a day over 30, but there was nothing but frigid, world-weary dispassion in her eyes. The young girl beneath her continued to look away, as if wishing to not be sucked into the abyss of this woman's cold glare.