The Creators Ch. 10

"No," I replied, marveling at Diamond's wisdom. When had she learned so much about the Holy Mother?

"She's not strong like you are. This will break her, and when she's nothing but an empty vessel, we can make her into the Aunt Lucilla we want," Diamond spoke to me, but she said the words into Lucilla's mouth, which was parted and expelling needful breaths, opening wider in the hopes for a kiss that Diamond would not give her. Her brows knitted pleadingly, her voice was soft and pathetic, her arms were tensed in their binds. Was it crueler to dangle desire just out of reach than it was to give pain? Maybe so, but it wasn't as satisfying. As if Diamond read my mind, she pinched Lucilla's teased-out clit, and pulled with a torquing hand. Lucilla arched from the cross and bellowed her agony. Higher and higher her voice went until it was an ear-splitting scream. Diamond giggled like a schoolgirl, then released the tortured princess, who collapsed into her dangling sprawl, her chest heaving, her breasts rising and falling with her breaths.

"Pleasure, then pain, then pleasure again," Diamond whispered; her voice thick with arousal. She recommenced her caresses, coercing reluctant groans from Lucilla's mouth, rebuilding the lust, rekindling Lucilla until she was upright once again, needfully moaning like nothing had happened. "But she'll never get the release she needs. When she reaches the precipice, she will be denied and punished, and then brought back to the edge once more."

"Your daughter's kind of a cunt," Night Eyes giggled next to me.

"Do you think you're getting away with what you did to her?" I glowered down at Night Eyes as Lucilla's moans grew louder. She just smirked back, that teasing glint in her black eyes. Before she even had time to change the expression on her face, she was bent over my knee, her bare ass shining smooth in the crimson light. She squirmed in whorish anticipation, goading me to hurt her like she wanted, but I doubted she wanted what was coming. I clasped the crescent symbol that hung from my neck, pulled it from its chain, and pressed it to the small of Night Eyes's back. She went suddenly still, like she couldn't tell why the air suddenly smelt of burnt flesh. Then she screeched, and the earth began to tremble. I clasped a palm over her mouth, and pulled the impromptu brand from the small of her back. The flesh was reddened and puffy, painful to look at, and because the fire had come from my essence, it was a scar even Brandon wouldn't be able to heal. Night Eyes thrashed in my arms, and screamed against my palm, but she didn't dare use her power against me, not when she was in such a vulnerable position.

"There, there..." I whispered soothingly as I gently raked my fingers along her spine, "...you have tested me, and you have been punished. Have you learned your lesson?"

"Fuck off, Sister," Night Eyes mouthed against my palm. I stopped my caressing fingers between her shoulder blades, and gently traced the crescent symbol over her caramel flesh. She gulped, and whispered, "I learned my lesson."

"I learned my lesson, Mistress." I hissed into her ear, tracing the symbol over and over. Night Eyes tensed, her hands balling to fists. I gave her a taste of my heat, and she sucked in a breath.

"I learned my lesson, Mistress," Night Eyes whispered back, her iris cornering the eye I could see, the hatred evident in it.

"Prove it," I said, and guided Night Eyes downward between my legs. She didn't want to suck me, it went against her pride to do so, but I wasn't giving her an option. The tang and filmy sheen of Diamond's ass was still fresh on my cock, and Night Eyes crinkled her nose at the miasma. I ran my hand through her white hair, and stared into her contemptuous eyes with a smile. I spread my legs wider, and guided the Earth Former's unwilling lips to the head of my cock. She stopped for only a moment, her lips curling in a sneer, then she opened them, wrapped them around my head, and worked her way down. She was obviously not very practiced, judging by the shallowness of her consumption, but I could still tell she was trying. The suction of her lips pulled her baby-face gaunt, her tongue curled around my underside and tasted my daughter's ass, and her throat coiled about my head, gagging slightly. Her eyes spoke of vengeance, but her mouth sucked with submission, and the duality of it was quite amusing to me. She should've known she'd get hell when she gave me the devil's gift. I grinned at her, grabbed the back of her head, and forced every inch of myself down her neck. Her hands shot to my pelvis, trying to push back, but I wouldn't yield an inch. I held her reddening face against my crotch, hearing her choking gurgles, feeling her soft wet warmth constricting around me, seeing her bulging teary eyes roll into her head. I held her there until she relaxed in surrender, and the hate-filled gaze faded from her face. I held her there until she started to hum moans around my cock, and her hands slid down her own body to touch herself where she was leaking. I held her there until she knew who her mistress was, then I ripped her head away, my pale spit-sheened cocked wobbling and slapping her caramel face. She gasped for air, and began dutifully mouthing for my erect member, but I wouldn't give it to her. I left her shamefully touching herself on the floor, watching me leave her through eyes filmed-over with confusion, desire, and just a touch of fear. Just a touch of awe.

ANGELA

The blackness had nearly consumed Julia's eyes. Only the thinnest rim of emerald surrounded her pupils, and even that was getting smaller. Before me, Lucilla was crying, begging and blubbering for me to let her come, but I wouldn't. It was her idea after all. She had to break, but she was taking her sweet fucking time. As much as Dark-Angela enjoyed tormenting the princess, an hour of repetition made even the most fun activities boring.

"Julia!" Lucilla cried, "Please help me come! I'll do anything!"

Julia regarded her lover impassively, then grabbed the chain that connected her pierced nipples, and pulled. Lucilla's moan turned to a whine as her breasts were stretched to conical points, and the piercings strained to ovoid holes in her nipples. Her nipples had been so abused over the hours that the holes no longer relaxed, but stayed as gruesome cutouts that Dark-Angela found perversely alluring. Lucilla gushed her lust onto my cock, which was running through her petals with methodical slowness, ratcheting her need with each pass. When her hips were rocking from side to side, and her thighs were quivering, I pulled away, and she threw her head back to screech her torment to the ceiling.

"I'm begging you!" Lucilla sobbed.

"Is this what you want?" I chuckled, then grabbed her clit, and twisted it again. It was a puffy rosy engorgement now, almost twice its normal size, and judging by her reaction, almost twice as sensitive. Her shriek grew higher, her muscles tensed, and she simultaneously tried to pull away as she thrusted for more.

"STOP!" Lucilla screeched.

"No, Lucilla," Julia whispered against her lover's pointed ear. "We will do this to you until you finally know the Holy Mother's lesson. We will feed you, wash you, and play with you until you give yourself wholly to the service of God."

"I am the slave of God!" Lucilla proclaimed. I released her clit, and she began undulating desperately like she was fucking the air.

"Lies," I chuckled, running a finger through her slick swollen pussy lips, down her moist taint, and around her puckered asshole. I circled her filthy swollen exit as I had done so many times already; building the tension, making her rim pucker with just the brush of my tips, then I pushed my finger inside. Lucilla's eyes rolled back, her mouth formed words, but no sound came out. I slid my finger in and out, in and out, pushing through her coiled sphincter each time, making her feel the enveloping penetration freshly with each motion. Her pelvic floor began to pop with her contractions, and I withdrew my finger before she could orgasm. The wail that came from her sounded more anguished than any she'd given since, and Julia and I giggled in turn at the sound. I put my sullied fingers in her mouth, and she ravenously sucked them, looking at me with those pleading eyes, those eyes that said she would do anything if I just showed mercy. She would have no mercy.

"Break for me, whore," Julia whispered, taking my place between her lover's legs, and running her cock back and forth as I had done. I took my place behind her, and gave her a little teasing of my own.

JULIA

"Break, Lucilla," I hissed into Lucilla's mouth. Her eyes were glazed over, her head was tilted back, and her pale lips were parted and drooling slightly. She puffed sporadic breaths with each pass of my cock, and craned her neck with each finger I added into her anus. So far, I was four fingers in, my digits kneading the filthy tension within her, making her loose and willing, hoping for more. My own breath was starting to get heavy as I felt Diamond pulling my robe off. Her slender body molded curve-for-curve to my back, with her manhood sliding easily between the folds of my womanhood.

"Break, whore," I whispered again. I felt Lucilla's body tense in the ascension of yet another orgasm, and once again, she was denied with a twist of her clit. She didn't wail like she had before, but simply groaned a pathetic animal sound. Her porcelain complexion glistened, her patterns thrummed chaotically to the beat of her heart, her platinum hair was matter to her flushed face, whose expression was far away. She was getting close.

"Break," I breathed on her as Diamond entered me. It was the first time she'd ever been inside me, and I could tell by the way she moved that Justina had taught her well. It was a pity that Justina and Tera would have to die, but succubi were the devil's creatures, and they had no place in my—in the Holy Mother's—new world. Their souls couldn't be exercised or healed, not like Lucilla's. I pressed to Lucilla, the wet swell of our busts squishing into domes of sparkling and glowing flesh, our bellies forming a seal of warmth, and my cock running through her slit, wetting with her endless arousal. Diamond began to thrust inside me, hitting the spot on my ceiling, causing me to moan against Lucilla.

"Break," I groaned, wrapping a hand in Lucilla's hair and pulling back. She gasped at the feeling, her scalp tightening against the furrow of her brow, her glazed eyes focusing. She always did like it when I pulled her hair. I pulled on the chain of her breasts once more, compelling a guttural sound from her parted lips. She grew tense against me, her neck strained with tension, her head tilted to face me. She looked into my eyes; her gaze unrecognizing, unseeing, unfeeling. Diamond grabbed my hips and thrusted harder into me, compelling me to press deeper into Lucilla's supple form, touching our lips and noses. Lucilla mindlessly mouthed for me, her eyes still staring into mine, but seeing nobody behind my lenses.

"Lucilla?" I asked, my voice hoarse with pleasure. She just blinked stupidly, her conscious-self fleeing her tortured body, leaving her empty, malleable, and bare. She was a vessel now, her defenses shattered, her core exposed to me. Now was the time to plant the identity of her new self. It would take many more sessions before it took root, but the seed would be there, and the seed would be permanent.

"You broke her," Diamond giggled against my neck, delivering little love bites as she thrusted, "Now, what do you want to make of her?" she pumped her hips into me, driving her shaft relentlessly across that spot within, causing my legs to quiver, my mouth to moan, my ass to press back against her pelvis. In and out, in and out; Diamond's cock traveled through me, parting my swollen petals, splitting my tender insides, rubbing the ridged erogeneity of my sex. "She can be whatever you want, Mommy," Diamond whispered, her voice thick with arousal, with sadistic lust, with the desire to desecrate, to ruin, to pervert. The same desires brimming within me. Lucilla could be my coy priestess, as I had been hers for so long. She could sing hymns to me as she bathed me, whisper passages of the Maternal Path as she clothed me, and pray for my soul as I retired to bed. Then when the candles were out, I'd let the devil within me play, and my coy priestess would exercise me with every hole I desired, in every way I desired. I tightened my grip on Lucilla's hair and chain, pressed my tip to her frothing lust, and pushed my cock inside her. God, she was wet. Her insides clenched in overreaction; the nerves stimulated to extreme sensitivity. She cried out her relief, her eyes still distant, but brimming with ecstasy. I pulled the chain tighter, savoring the sweet song of her masochism as it flowed from her gaping lips, their pouty outlines trembling. I loomed my face over hers, staring possessively into those unseeing eyes.

You will be my holy servant, I thought, my demure representative of civility and humbleness, a beacon for all women to aspire. You will be my whore, my slave, and my begging slut, but the world will not see that side of you; that belongs to me. Yet, I didn't say the words, and did not plant the idea into her emptied mind. A memory echoed through the halls of my psyche, starting out as a feeling without context, then slowly coming to focus until it was practically playing behind my eyes.

Every time you hurt someone, Sister Julia, it's because they wanted you to do it. You're not to blame. It's not your fault. They asked for it. They wanted your darkness. It was Night Eyes who had whispered it from Diamond's mouth as I brutalized Lucilla. It had been a fantasy, but not one I'd conjured organically. It had been corrupted by an outsider, by an interloper. I looked over my shoulder, and saw my own daughter inundated with Night Eyes's curse. She grinned at me as she penetrated me, whispering the devil's temptation into my ear. I looked at Lucilla, beaten and whipped, long past begging, waiting for my darkness. I looked at my reflection in the baptismal water, eyes black as coal with barely a sliver of emerald circling the pupil. The dream had come true.

"Diamond, Lucilla, God," I whispered. They were all here now. The Good Mother had sent me her message, and it struck me like a lightning bolt. My jaw fell open. This was Lucilla! What had I done to her?! And this was Diamond, and she'd been... oh no... oh God! Bile churned in my belly, burning up my throat. The world became a discordant rabble of cruel laughs, lustful moans and terrified screams. They pulsed in my head, throbbed in my ears, growing louder, less distinct, becoming a wall of hellish noise that seemed to press in on me. I tore from the bodies of my daughter and lover, stumbling away, not wanting to look at what I'd done to them. I was greeted with the sight of rows upon rows of women being raped into blubbering submission on my orders. They all looked like Lucilla to me; gazes distant, souls vacant, bodies ruined and used until they betrayed their owners. And they all looked at me, not with accusation, or with reverence, but with blank eyes, dispassionate eyes, dead eyes. 'Why?' they seemed to ask.

I dropped to my knees, my stomach balling in my guts, my diaphragm heaving. I wretched onto the floor, and a splash of inky blackness dotted the stone. My throat felt like it would tear, my belly felt like it would burst and leak acid until it ate through my flesh. I heaved again, but my expulsion was dry. Every part of me was screaming for me to stop, to hold it in, to pretend it never happened. I stuck my fingers down my throat, and my stomach knotted itself. Pain coursed through me, burning across my insides, contracting every muscle, pounding against every organ. I gasped for air, but my lungs filled with liquid. I collapsed on to the floor, heaving, convulsing, eyes blurring, the world becoming a mosaic of red torches glistening over brownstone and pale bodies. It glinted to lines of light, running parallel between amorphous layers of color. Blackness filled my mouth, an acrid flavor touched my palette, and something gelatinous and hot poured from my nostrils and lips. It ran freely from me, seeming to sap my life with its exit. I was so weak. I was so cold. My head burned with fever; my eyes ached with pressure. The stones were cool on my face. How had the world become so small? Everything was so far away, as though at the end of a tunnel that seemed to stretch forever. Was that Jade Tao? Black faces screaming. 'Julia!' Mommy had cried. Her voice was so wrong, so pained, so guttural. That voice used to sing lullabies when I was scared, and it was so sweet, I thought it must be the Holy Mother's. 'Forever they will live as one, like two lovers in the sun, shining from creation's birth, to hold a tether to the earth.' It was an old hymnal she used to sing as she rocked me to sleep. It played it my mind as I slipped into the blackness.

Interlude Two: Hatred

DIAMOND

I looked across the barren rocks, the hardpan earth, the mountains spewing smoke and flame into the acrid air. I looked to my left, and saw a young woman, slender, almost spindly, but wearing the same beautiful face that Sorrow and Greed had. Her hair and skin were both a deep red, but her eyes were pure white with a ring of black about the iris.

"This was once a warmer place," she said softly, and her voice was remarkably high.

"It looks pretty hot to me," I answered, looking the elf up and down. "Who are you?"

"I..." the elf tilted her head skyward, and a playful smile stretched her lips, "...am Hatred."

"What do you know about Corruption?" I asked.

Hatred just giggled. She put her finger to her lips, kissed the tip of it, then twirled the finger teasingly as she aimed it at me, and slowly neared her hand. She touched the finger to my lips, and looked into my eyes. I didn't feel any different.

"Hmm," Hatred mused, "you do not yet know me, for you are young, but you will soon find me on your tongue, mix love and time in proximity's bowl, and I will wait to take my toll."

"Tell me about Corruption, please," I said, unable to keep the desperation from my voice. Hatred grinned broadly at me, then sat cross-legged on the stones. I sat across from her, and she began her tale.

"Father and mother had a daughter, and she listened closely to what they taught her, to the river, her daddy brought her, 'be careful, girl; she comes from the water.' But the girl was full of pride, so as the moon swelled the tide, on the sandy shore she waited, and Black emerged, quite elated. Black asked if the girl was born a royal, if she had lords and dukes to spoil, and she told Black 'in the fields I toil, for my blood is worth less than soil.' Black told her 'no, your blood is pure, but of a lineage quite obscure, I can raise your family's name, to pride and glory, fortune and fame.' She asked Black, 'and what must I pay, and how can I trust what you say?' and Black said, 'a child is all I need, and only after I've done the deed.' But this is not my tale I tell, but of another who once fell, a story told a thousand times, from a thousand different rhymes. A family with regal potential, lacking something quintessential, Black gave them the credential, and their rise was exponential. But it was not for their own gain, as only puppets they did reign, for Black hates all society, all nations of all variety. Chaos is what she thinks is fair, so she melds with power's heir, and when they're set like dominoes, she purses her lips, grins, and blows."

"Flora," I whispered. "Flora made a deal with Corruption!"