The Creators Ch. 10

"You did this for me?" Julia asked. There were tears in her black-rimmed eyes, and I knew I was getting close. Just a little more, and she'd vomit Corruption out like bad seafood.

"Yes, Mommy," I said, running my hands down her back, and bringing our bodies together in an embrace. "I didn't want you to be alone," I whispered into her bosom. If that doesn't get her, then what will? Julia wrapped her arms around me, her hold surprisingly strong. Her cheek was wet against mine, and her breaths were shuddering in the throes of grief. Any second now...

"Thank you, Diamond. I did not want to bear this burden alone," Julia whispered. Oh, goddamn it! "I need someone like me," Julia, I think you're missing the point here! "someone who understands what it means to hold hell within her," you have Willowbud for that! "someone of my own flesh," oh. "of my own life."

Julia pulled away, her tear-streaked face making her apple-cheeks ruby and wet. God, she was pretty, and the black-rimmed corruption around her eyes gave her beautiful portrait a menacing flair. I felt something hard between my legs, and I realized I was erect. Then I felt something else grow hard between my legs, and realized 'Mommy' was erect too.

"What's it like for you, baby?" Julia whispered, brushing a lock of hair from my forehead. She shifted her hips slightly, and her cock snuck beneath the tented hem of my dress, slid beneath my shaft, and glided through my virgin petals. I gasped, and violently molded myself to her body, the reaction compelled involuntarily from me. I began leaking from my femininity, oozing lust onto Julia shaft as she slowly slid it back and forth.

"What is what like?" I asked dumbly as my legs started growing weak.

"The gift," Julia chuckled, her embrace becoming less platonic, her hands running down my back.

"I want to hurt people," I hissed against her mouth. "I want people to hurt me." Julia's hands gripped my ass and squeezed, the fingers sinking into succulent meat, the meat sending its fiery tingles into my aching nethers. My cock was oozing onto Julia's belly, but I hardly noticed it. My virgin femininity was screaming in my head and burning from every nerve in my body. Justina and Tera were fun to fuck, but I was still a woman, and I needed a cock. My eyebrows knitted needfully, and my lips panted their desperation onto Julia's lips as I grinded along her shaft.

"Do you want to help me torture Aunt Lucilla?" Julia asked, her eyes filled with a mixture of hope and arousal.

"Yes!" I moaned. I really did. I wanted to take the woman apart piece by piece, and savor every scream and shriek she had to offer me. I wanted to do it while Julia fucked me in the most painful way possible, and I wanted to come as I slit Lucilla's throat. Holy shit, Angela... This was getting out of hand. Plan A hadn't worked, so it was time to move to Plan B. I grabbed Julia by the back of her head, opened my mouth, and pressed our lips together. She was ready for me. Her tongue subdued mine, her lips locked perfectly, and I melted in the heat of her incestuous depravity. I was woefully overmatched. I barely had the wherewithal to reach deep within me, find my astral power, and push my gift into Julia's lungs. She didn't react in the slightest. It seemed that Corruption's occupation didn't leave any room for me, and whatever part of Julia that had resisted Corruption sure as shit wasn't going to fall for me. Well... fuck. I became a slave to Julia's mouth, tilting my head to be the submissive partner, tasting her domination, her sadism, and her love. I had just enough control over Dark-Angela to steer her away from giving up my virginity, and instead, got her to say, "I want you to fuck me in the ass, Mommy." Holy shit, I'm gonna need therapy after this

Julia crinkled her nose affectionately at me. "You... what?"

"I want you..." I whispered heatedly, groping her desperately, "...to stick your fat holy cock in your baby girl's little shithole."

"Such language coming from you..." Julia purred, wrapping her hand in my hair. "Such a disgusting little whore my daughter is. I'm going to have to make you repent."

"Punish me!" I moaned. It wasn't just Dark-Angela who wanted it. I wanted to know why Tera's eyes rolled back when I stuck it in her ass. I wanted to know why Julia called it her 'favorite hole.' I wanted to know why Justina blubbered like an idiot when Willowbud forced herself balls-deep into her back door. I wanted to finally know what it was like to have a cock inside of me, and I wanted it to hurt.

"Alright, Baby," Julia grinned, spreading my cheeks with her gripping hands, causing me to flow my need onto her teasing shaft. I curved myself into her, feeling her breasts consume my chest, her belly squish my cock between us, her crotch press firmly into my pelvis. She chuckled softly as I undulated desperately against her, then she spun me violently around, and held me firmly against her front, facing me toward Lucilla. Julia kissed my neck possessively as she ran her tip through my petals one last time, then trailed it down my taint, and pressed it to my virgin aperture.

"Make it hurt, Mommy," I whispered. She did. Oh, she did. Her wetted head pushed against me; harder, building the pressure, indenting the circle of my anus until it dilated. I breathed heavily, panting, locking my possessed gaze with Lucilla's horrified eyes. Julia let go of my ass, reached both arms beneath mine, and tore my neckline down, sending my olive-toned breasts jiggling forth with a cry of my shocked delight. Her cock pushed harder, forcing me open, stretching my exit to tortuous levels. My panting became louder, fear mixing with pain mixing with excitement. I gritted my teeth as Julia's hands gripped my breasts, squeezing the domes and pinching the nipples, causing me to growl through my increasingly-desperate exaltations. She pushed, and pushed, and broke through. My head reared back, by belly distended with my spinal arch, and I screamed my pain to the ceiling as I felt her heat invade me. Deeper and deeper she went, regardless of my protesting clenches, running through me, stretching me, forcing me wide open. She rubbed against foreign nerves, pushed through unknown resistances, and burned her stiff heat deep inside my filth. Her crotch pressed to my ass, her cock bulged against the membranous back-wall of my cunt, her moan dripped in my ear, and my cry choked in my throat. Someone else was inside me. For the first time in my life, a cock was in me, and it was invasive, defiling, painful, and euphoric. I could feel Julia's heartbeat against the tender flesh of my rectum, I could feel her tip oozing precum into the desecrated floor of me, I could feel her filling out every space until my shit-channel was wrapped around her like a birthday gift. She pulled slowly back, letting my hole relax, letting it close behind her, and then she drove, thrusting so hard my body lurched with the collision. I screamed again, my eyes filming with tears, my chest heaving with near-panicked breaths. My knuckles went white as my hands clung to the back of Julia's neck, and my feet kicked at the ground, climbing to tip-toes as though I could escape her onslaught by gaining a few inches of height. Again, and again she violated me, impaling me faster, deeper, harder. I screamed in pain and pleasure, torture and delight, losing my mind to the sensations. No one fucks like a god, Tera had said, and Tera's words might as well have been written in the fucking bible.

"Fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me..." the words flowed from me to the fervent rhythm of our lust. Julia fucked me standing until my legs gave out, then she fucked me doggy, holding my head by the hair, causing it to tilt spinelessly upward. Lucilla was watching with that horror-stricken expression tattooed to her face, and I watched her back through eyes glazed with euphoric tears. I'd bought her a few minutes to recover, and I was doing my damndest to help her, but goddamn, did I want to see her hurt. I wanted to hear that ear-splitting wail of pain, I wanted to see her flesh grow red, her eyes run with liner down her cheeks, her body twist in the throes of agony. The pain and pleasure being forced into my shithole was slowly driving the rational part me out of the control booth. Dark-Angela wanted to take over completely, to indulge in her twisted perversions without restraint, to take it in every hole at once while I was choked, whipped and burned. I wanted to feel the extremes of life, to rage at the edge and laugh manically in the face of death.

Julia hooked her arms under my armpits, and I was hoisted back. Before I knew it, I was in her lap, driving my feet into the ground, impaling myself willingly as I exchanged tongues with my 'Mommy.' From this angle, her cock rubbed against my vaginal floor with each pass, and touched... oh god... She glided along my anal organ, stimulating it with each thrust, causing it to contract, quake, and pulse. My manhood began to froth on its own accord, standing stiffer than it ever had, aching with the imminence of release. Without warning, there was a sudden and violent swelling of pressure in my nethers. It rocketed through me, growing hotter, more intense, winding a cord of euphoric tension that stretched from my navel to my tailbone. My asshole clenched around Julia, my cock began to build with the pressure and the tension, originating from that organ deep in my gorged rectum. Julia grabbed my hips and forced me all the way down, and I lost control. My head reared back, my eyes rolled stupidly, my tongue went numb in my mouth, and I screamed. I screamed as my cock pumped cum onto my clenching belly, my jiggling breasts, my gaping lips. I screamed as my shithole coiled and clenched, seeming to suck Julia deeper into me. I screamed as I squirted, my neglected pussy worked into a frenzy from the wrong side, showering my thighs with its release. I panted the last of my catharsis as Julia decelerated within me, her arms no longer grabbing me, but wrapping me in her warmth. She eased me down until she was comfortably stuffed inside me, and she held me like I was her little girl, rocking back and forth in a maternal sway with her lips pressed against my neck.

"Why didn't you come?" I breathed, gratefully clenching my asshole around her. God, did she feel good inside me. Julia moaned, grabbed my ass, and guiding me upward, withdrawing herself from me with a gripping squelch of my anus, much to my regret.

"I am denying myself release," Julia explained. "I cannot pass judgement on whores and harlots if I do not have the discipline to stay my own bodily needs."

"I guess I'm not as strong as you, Mommy," I whispered, running my ass-crack along her dirtied length, shivering every time her shaft pressed to the swollen ruin of my anus.

"You don't need to be strong for me, baby-girl," Julia whispered against me. "Now," she breathed, "what does my dirty baby-girl want to do with wicked Aunt Lucilla?"

LUCILLA

I had hoped that Diamond and Julia would just... forget about me, but my hopes were in vain. Julia stood behind her daughter while Diamond tapped her lips, looking me over like I was a cut of beef.

"I don't think we should punish her with the whip," Diamond said in her overly-affected voice.

"Oh?" Julia whispered, staring with nauseating adoration at her daughter.

"Too messy. We need something more..." Diamond twirled her fingers as her black eyes rolled up, as though the idea could be found on her forehead, "...precise," she finished with a grin, and the mercilessness in it made my heart drop. She opened a box beside her, and one by one, she laid out the instruments onto a table. The tools were not the fun kind that were used on Freydis. Diamond and Julia, the people I thought loved me, were going to torture me. The betrayal stung in a deep smoldering way, but the terror burned hot on the surface. Panic took over my mind, driving out rational thought, whirling my being into a vortex of fear and desperation. Diamond watched me as her fingers hovered over her playthings, clearly relishing the way I tensed when she reached for one.

"This one?" Diamond asked me, her fingers brushing a scalpel.

"Sparkles, please!" I sobbed.

"No?" Diamond grinned "How about... this one?" Diamond held up a clawed-pincher with razor edges.

"Don't you love me?" I whimpered.

"Ah... this one," Diamond said, nodding as though we'd come to a mutual understanding. She held up a long pointed needle. I screamed and thrashed in my binds, my wrists and ankles chafing against the leather, my arms growing sore in their upright positions. Diamond inspected me curiously, then held out the needle. Julia took the tip between her thumb and forefinger, and the metal became white-hot.

"Diamond!" I shrieked, "Diamond, no! No-no-no-no-no..."

"...yes-yes-yes-yes-yes..." Diamond laughed over my sobs as she took my left nipple between her thumb and forefinger, and slowly inched the needle forward. I thrashed and heaved, rubbing my wrists raw to escape, but there was no escape. The panic owned me, heightening my senses, slowing time as it quickened my heart. The orgy became a lethargic beast of many limbs and mouths, the crimson torches ebbed and flowed like water, and the needle came closer, closer, closer, glinting in the hellish light, glowing with heat. There was no getting out of it, no talking my way free, no begging, nor bribing nor fighting. There was only the inevitable pain, the mutilation, and the horror that it was permanent. The horror that this was just the beginning. I couldn't look anymore. I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth against the scream, and held my breath. I was vaguely aware that I was pissing again, but dignity seemed as foreign to me now as mercy. I felt a pair of lips. They opened mine, and pushed breath into my lungs. It was cool in my chest, like a drink of ice water after immense exertion. It spread outward, rushing through my belly, arms and legs, tingling at the tips of my fingers and toes. My heart slowed, my mind quieted, and I felt... fine. I felt absolutely fine, like everything was as it should be. Why exert myself? It would only disrupt the tranquility. Did I just feel something? Ah, yes. My adoptive daughter just pierced my left nipple with a hot needle. Marvelous. Should I scream? Nah, that would be such a bother. Gosh, it is painful though, isn't it? But it is as it should be. Yes, it fits the universe perfectly, this pain. It doesn't disrupt the stream of existence, nor contradict the structure of reality. This is pain, and it hurts, but really, is it bad? Why does hurt, hurt? Why don't we just enjoy the hurt? You know, very few people get to experience this particular kind of pain, and what a novel pain it is! There's the puncture, and that is a sudden pain; then there's the heat, and that is a slow-building, but intense pain; then there's the exit, which perfectly balances the puncture, giving the entire experience symmetry. Oh, and there's my right nipple, right on schedule.

I opened my eyes and...

Don't open your eyes; they're no longer the right color, a voice whispered in my mind. It was a youthful voice, with a prairie-accent that sounded very familiar. Brandon? But, Brandon wasn't a woman, obviously. No, I'd heard this voice before, but it had come from Julia's lips.

Angela? I asked, thinking the word.

Surprised? Angela asked. She was still kissing me, and her tongue formed the words in my mouth. She withdrew the needle from my right nipple, and clamped her thumbs and forefingers on each.

Actually, no, I mused, vaguely aware that Angela was twisting my tortured nipples. You are here, and that is exactly where you should be.

What the fuck are you talking about?

I don't really know, I said, flicking my tongue against hers. You did this to me, so I feel like you should know. Where is Diamond?

In the astral plane, somewhere after Greed's realm. That probably made no sense to you, so don't worry about it, Angela placed looped piercings into my nipples. Right now, you and I need to figure out how to save Julia.

She's fine how she is. Everything is just fine the way it is, Angela. Just keep torturing me.

Holy shit, everyone's fucked, Angela mentally sighed. Julia's fucked, Willowbud's fucked, I'm fucked, and now you're fucked.

Why are you fucked? I asked.

I breathed in Corruption, obviously. Wait, did you think this is how I really am?

I didn't want to presume.

Wow. What would you do if I said I really want to cut your fingers off?

I've got too many anyway.

I want to do them one at a time, then make you eat them.

I skipped lunch, and I'm absolutely famished.

If you don't scream, it doesn't really do anything for me.

I can scream.

Let's hear it, Angela replied as she hooked her fingers through the loops, and stretched the piercings she'd just made. I gave her a dispirited 'aaaah' that died in her mouth, and I could practically feel Angela's deflating excitement.

Sorry, I said.

It's not your fault. At least you tried.

Maybe try disemboweling me? I suggested.

Too messy.

Slice my tendons?

That's somewhat appealing. I wonder what your Achilles tendon will do if I... no, we need to stay on track. You know Julia better than anyone; what can we do to save her from Corruption?

That's simple, I said. It was simple, but it was far from easy. It would be the biggest gamble I'd ever taken, but with my cleared mind, I saw that it was my only hope. I knew what I had to do, and I knew who I had to be, but I couldn't be that person in my current state of mind. I breathed serenity back to its source, and felt the terror, the panic, and the pain come surging back into me.

What are you doing? Angela hissed in my mind.

I'm trusting you, I replied, taking a steeling breath through my nose. Now, here's what you need to do...

JULIA

Diamond stepped back to examine her work. A chain now linked Lucilla's newly-pierced breasts, much like the one Astrid had worn earlier today, only this one had a leash attached to the middle. She tugged it, and Lucilla's eyes flew open, and a shuddering breath expelled from her gaping pink lips.

"That's it?" I questioned Diamond. It seemed a bit tame for my liking.

"Aunt Lucilla's sins are mostly of the flesh, right?" Diamond giggled, flicking a pierced nipple. Lucilla hissed in reaction, trying to rub her thighs together.

"Yes," I nodded patiently, waiting to see where my daughter was going with this.

"Well, wouldn't the most fitting punishment be to deny her?" Diamond asked, reaching between Lucilla's spread legs, and petting her softly where she was leaking. Lucilla moaned, squirming restlessly in her binds, trying to squeeze Diamond's hands between supple porcelain thighs that were too far spread to make contact. Diamond giggled, and withdrew all her fingers except for one, which she used to ponderously circle Lucilla's engorged clit. Lucilla's thrashing became more impassioned, her calls became more desperate, her body tensed and relaxed with every purposeful motion of Diamond's single finger.

"Please, Sparkles!" Lucilla pleaded, and her voice was even more desperate than when I'd whipped her.

"Don't you see, Mommy?" Diamond whispered onto Lucilla's parted lips. "We can whip her, we can pierce her, and we can beat her, but she'll never learn her lesson. We can cut off pieces of her until there's nothing left, but we'll not have exercised the demon that plagues her. Punishment without education is just sadism, and that doesn't serve the Holy Mother's purpose, does it?"