The Creators Ch. 11

"Well, Justina," Tera prompted, "what's your professional opinion? Should I keep this mutt?"

"I just have one more test," Justina giggled, and squeezed my prolapse. I sucked in a shuddering breath, my legs quivered, and I clenched my anal muscles, trying to force every last inch of me outside of my body. Justina's delicate slender fingers kneaded the petals of my rose, tickled the ovule, and massaged the bud, coercing electric pleasure into my nethers, growing more intense with each subtle movement until I dangled helplessly from the chains, my legs giving out beneath me. She giggled again, a girlish sound, and I felt her tongue, and... oh... oh, Good Mother. I barely registered the lecherous cheer of the crowd. My mind was hinging on every soft tickling motion of Justina's slithering forked invasion, and the suction of her plush lips. She wrapped her mouth around my protrusion, and sucked softly, the spit leaking around my bud as her tongue danced through my folds, then found my ovule, and dove in.

"It's like heaven isn't it?" Tera chuckled, petting my hair possessively. "You've been such a good girl, Dog. Do you like your master's reward?"

"Woof-woof!" I whined, the pleasure making my voice sound pained, giving my eyes a pleading desperate look.

"You see, Dog," Tera pontificated as she hooked her fingers into my stretched piercings, "the real way to break someone sexually, isn't to deny them release. It's to give it to them. Over, and over, and over, each time better than the last until they're nothing but the need for more." Tera unhooked the loops, and my tortured breasts sprung back to their positions, filling with feeling, releasing the strain that had been mounting. It pushed me over. The pleasure of Justina's mouth suffused with the sudden influx in my bosom, and wound a cord of nerves that stretched from my anus to my nipples. The tension grew tighter, the euphoria more intense, building and building until it broke with an explosion, and I was crying out through sobbing breaths and thrashing to the dance of my depravity. My pussy gushed, my constricted cock leaked, and my outturned anus winked and budded into Justina's still-sucking mouth. The crowd roared with me, laughing and jeering, whistling and hooting as I exalted for their favor.

"Then," Tera whispered, her long, reptilian tongue licking my panting lips, "when their minds are empty and receptive, they will give themselves willingly to you, and you can mold them as you wish. It's a trick, you see. First you show them hell, then you let them taste heaven, but you never free them from damnation. Soon, they won't be able to tell the difference between paradise and perdition." Tera levelled her gaze with me, those violet eyes studying mine. "And you are a damaged soul, Dog. You long for an escape from this reality. Let me give it to you."

"Woof-woof," I whispered hoarsely. Set me free.

"A dog begs," Tera breathed on my parted mouth, her hands running up my belly, "and a dog barks," her fingers gripped my breasts, "but I wonder, does a dog milk?" And Tera squeezed my sensitive breasts, her fingers disappearing in the succulence. A shock of intense pleasure shot into my chest, and I spurted milk from my tortured nipples, spraying Tera's bronze complexion in white. She laughed delightedly, wrapped her tongue around one lactating node, and pulled it into her sucking purple mouth. Once again, it was too much. My overloaded breast tissue screamed with glee, and I screamed in turn as I bucked and heaved in the throes of another orgasm. This one took me more violently, compelling me to undulate through my hips and breasts like a belly dancer, my tummy flattening to a pale expanse with the exaggerated arch of my back.

"Oh, you're delicious...." Tera groaned between greedy pulls from my breast. She seemed reluctant to stop suckling from me, and eyed my nipples with longing as she drew herself upward, tilting my chin to meet her rising gaze. "If it were just the three of us, Dog, Justina and I would take our time eating you, but alas, we have an audience, and I need to socialize my new pet."

Tera snapped her fingers, and the crowd erupted again. I couldn't see what they were cheering, but Tera's words gave me an idea of what was to come. Justina sucked me with a final slurping pull, then released my budded anus with a satisfied smack of her lips. Tera hooked a leash to my collar, and Justina undid the shackles on my wrists and ankles. I collapsed on all fours, my limbs feeling like rubber, but I found the strength to stay on my hands and knees. Tera tugged the leash, and I crawled dutifully after my master. When we got to the edge of the platform, I saw what the crowd had been so excited by. Scores of men were on all fours as I was, their eyes all Tera's violet, their necks collared and tied to leashes held by the very whores I'd ordered raped just yesterday. The women stared at me with hatred, the men stared at me with wild lust, and I stared back with big excited puppy eyes. I sat on my haunches next to my master's feet, and wagged my ass excitedly.

"Ooo, aren't we feeling friendly?" Tera crinkled her nose down at me. "Is my little bitch in heat? I'm surprised the vet didn't notice."

"Woof-woof!" I exclaimed, my tongue lolling from my gaping lips, my breaths excited pants.

"This is an off-leash park, but I still don't trust you," Tera snickered as she tied my leash to the pole at the corner of the platform. "A mutt like you doesn't even deserve to mingle with those purebreds, but since you've been such a good dog, I decided to give you a treat." Tera planted a kiss on my lips, and it was threatening, promising, and seductive all at once. She left its heat to burn in my mouth, and trailed a stroking hand through my hair when she walked away. I turned around to see the whores walking their studs toward me, and I panted with my tongue out like the friendly little bitch I was.

I was grabbed and torn at by rough hands. They pulled my hair, choked me, yanked my leash, squeezed me, spread me, and forced me down. The roar of the crowd played in the background as my ears were filled with the cruel retribution of the whores, and my holes were filled with the brutal desires of the men. I was fucked like a dog on all fours, held up and made a bridge of, forced on my face and driven into the ground from above. While the men used my femininity, the whores used my masculinity, riding my face and cock, sneering at me, making sure I knew what a low piece of fuck I was. I bore their insults with glee, and apologized with the motions of my hips, lips and tongue until I was coated with their orgasms, and battered with their hatred. My throat became an open entrance for free use, my pussy was stretched to a ruin of leaking swollen petals, my ass gaped to a ruby ring that prolapsed on command, and my cock leaked endlessly. I was passed from man to man and woman to woman, used by each master in a unique way, delighting in each woman's hue of sadism. And I came. I came continuously, my body seeming to grow more reactive with each round of brutal lust. I didn't know which orgasm finally took my mind, but through the haze of it all, a single constant of consciousness remained. A hunger in my lungs, burning for sweet blackness.

TERA

"...I'm tasting..." Justina smacked her lips thoughtfully as she lowered the wine glass, "...elf and dwarf, obviously. The elf is the dominant gene, the dwarf is recessive. I'm getting just a hint of nymph, but not any breed I recognize. Almost tastes like Diamond."

"That would be Passion," I said, holding my own wine glass beneath my nostrils, and taking a deep whiff. "But... there's something else here, and I can't quite pinpoint it."

"Something else from Passion?" Justina asked, sniffing her glass, then taking another sip of Julia.

"It's not nymph..." I pondered, testing the taste again, "...I don't think it comes from Passion's augmentations. You know what? I don't think Julia is an honest bright-elf."

"What then?" Justina frowned. "I can't taste anything different."

"There's a touch of..." I took another whiff, "...incubus."

"I can't smell anything," Justina frowned.

"It's very faint. Even fainter than the dwarf in her."

"You, my dearest mother, are full of shit," Justina grinned. "There is no way you can taste a recessive trait of Arbitrus Gen's ancestor. There is no incubus in Julia."

"As a sommelier, it is poor manners to discredit your peer's proclamations!" I said indignantly. "The proper form is to agree with me even if you know I'm full of shit, after which, you make an even more outrageous claim. You'll never do well in high society if you can't follow good etiquette."

"When were you ever in high society?" Justina laughed.

"I'll have you know I was the escort for the Steward of Grundinar during a masked ball," I smiled.

"...which you promptly turned into a classy orgy," Justina snickered.

"Believe me, daughter," I chuckled as I took another taste of Julia, "there was nothing 'classy' about what I made those people do to each other."

The crowd had cleared once the noon sun had risen high in the sky, leaving only sparse pockets of people in the stands. The Breytans circled the perimeter of the arena, keeping those who wanted to come down after the show from doing so. They did let Lucilla and Diamond (Angela) pass through though.

"You turned my girlfriend into a glazed doughnut," Lucilla frowned as she ascended the steps. I glanced at the woman Justina and I had been using as a cum dispenser, and confessed that Lucilla's description was a good one. Julia Gendian was covered from head to toe, leaking white from every orifice, and gaping so grotesquely that there was barely a ribbon of flesh between her cavernous holes. Her face was a portrait of mindless bliss, a goofy smile stretched across her red lips, her eyes unfocused and distant. I grabbed her still-hard cock, loosened the ring around it, and poured myself another glass as Julia's thighs quivered in stupid reaction. God, she was backed up. I had to hold her pelvis down to keep her from bucking in the throes of orgasm, and spraying her delicious ejaculate all over the boards.

"Are you a connoisseur of the finer things in life?" I asked Lucilla, offering her my glass. She gave me a level look, and I smirked, and took a sip. More for me.

"What the hell is wrong with her?" Angela asked, squatting next to Julia's face. The action caused Angela's skirt to ride up her thighs, and her cock to fall from it. Julia's unfocused eyes suddenly clarified, and zeroed-in on her daughter's tool. She weakly shifted on the boards, rolled over, and crawled to the prize that had been accidentally presented to her.

"I have convinced your mother that she is a dog," I replied, wiping white from my lips, then sucking my finger. "And you just showed her your treat. You can make her do all kinds of tricks for it if you want."

"No, Diamond," Lucilla growled, grabbing Julia's leash and yanking. Julia yelped, scurried over to Lucilla, then sat on her haunches, and stared up at her new master with adoring puppy-eyes.

"Wow," Angela gasped, looking at me with considerable admiration. I gave her a little wink, and she gave me a look that said her face would be my chair later today.

"How long is this going to last?" Lucilla asked, scowling at the beautiful hermaphrodite panting like a friendly mutt at her feet.

"At least four more hours," I said into my wine glass, then noticed the concern on Lucilla's face. "She's still Julia, you understand. I didn't break her down; I just gave her mind an outlet. Kind of like what vampires do with the power of suggestion."

"Woof-woof," Julia concurred with a resolute nod.

"Is that all you can say right now?" Lucilla frowned at Julia.

"Woof-woof," Julia answered, beaming up at her lover. She rubbed her cheek against Lucilla's thigh, then rolled herself into a ball at her feet, and attempted autofellatio.

"Holy shit," Lucilla sighed, hoisting her new pet back to her hands and knees. "I've got to get her out of here before Willowbud finds her like this, and does God-knows-what. I'll meet you three later for our..." Lucilla glanced down at Julia, who had cocked her head inquisitively, her dog ears flopping to the side, "...wine and gossip session." Lucilla finished. Julia narrowed her eyes, but didn't voice her obvious incredulity. Lucilla called for a Breytan escort, and the two elves were lifted into the sky, and flown back to their temple.

Interlude One: Guilt

DIAMOND

"You are my daughter, my first of another, and you will be my joy in this world." Passion's voice whispered a memory in my mind. They were the first words I'd ever heard, and they came to me unbidden, and unwelcomed. I could've saved her, but I didn't. I could've stopped Mom, but I didn't. And when she died, I wasn't even sorry; I even had sex with the woman who killed her. I shook the thoughts from my head, and looked around.

I was deep underground, it appeared, as evidenced by the beam of grey light emitting from a circular opening high, high above me. I glanced to the sides, but all I saw was blackness. I glanced behind me, where the wrought-iron door opened to a universe of chaos and randomness. I had followed Corruption's steps through the astral plane, literally tracing her footprints to avoid careening into the nonsensical void between realms. In this repressive blackness, part of me wanted to dare the journey back, but there was no going back. I let go of the door knob, and the door creaked on its hinges before momentum carried it into a screech of metal, and a deafening slam. The metallic explosion echoed through the void, each iteration growing deeper and deeper until its final call was an inaudible boom that I could feel in my chest. Then, silence. The circle of light above shined a dust-speckled beam to the floor below, creating a three-meter wide circle on the stones. I stepped beneath it, and looked up. The astral sun shined directly above me, colorless, burning white around its black eclipse.

"A thousand years they are as one, like conjoined twins of the sun, and when they set with rattling breath, their torn apart by the hands of death." Another unbidden memory, and another shot of guilt. I could've helped Hatred. I could've done more than just leave her there; I could've tried harder to change her back! I should never have gone past Greed's realm. She was happy when she was Greed. It was my fault she turned to Hatred. All my fault. Again, I had to force the invasive thoughts from my mind. It was unnatural. It had been given to me.

"Chaos, Corruption... Guilt? What the heck?" I whispered. This didn't make any sense. If Angela's theory was right, Corruption was just as old as Hatred, and judging by Hatred's story, Corruption was either 'Corruption' or possibly 'Chaos' when Hatred knew her. This place was the antithesis of Corruption. This place was her very weakness. I looked up, considering the circular hole high above me. What was this, a literal 'pit of guilt?' Where was everything?

"Hello!" I yelled, and heard my voice yell back to me, growing lower in pitch until it was a distorted, monstrous sound.

"Hello," a voice said directly into my left ear. I jolted, spinning around, my hair standing from my prickling flesh. It was a ball of dim light, and it hovered next to my ear, barely visible in the brighter chromatic sunlight.

"What are you?" I hissed, my heart thundering in my chest.

"I am a sunlight astral being, but you can call me 'Orb,'" Orb said, it's voice genderless and emotionless.

"What is this place?" I asked, regaining myself.

"I cannot answer that," Orb said. "I can make introductory statements, and state my designed purpose."

"What is your designed purpose?"

"I was created by the Holy Mother to be a light in the darkness. In the physical plane, I can be melded to a gemstone to create an astral sunbeam. Here, I am attracted to places of darkness. It is my nature to illuminate."

"You were created by the Holy Mother?" I asked.

"I cannot answer that. I can make introductory statements, and state my designed purpose," Orb replied. Why was it that everything in the astral plane had a holy purpose? Who exactly was the Holy Mother? I thought Angela's theory was feasible, but I didn't agree with the idea that she was 'just' some woman who birthed triplet gods. She had to have been powerful to pass on such power; maybe even more powerful than the Creators themselves. There was a connection between the Maternal Path, Creationism, and the astral plane, and I was beginning to believe the Holy Mother was that connection.

"Can you show me the center of this place?" I asked Orb. Again, Orb gave me his predetermined answer. I sighed, and looked into the expansive nothing. This was obviously the very edge of the realm, so if I walked straight in one direction, it made sense that I'd reach the center. I'd at least reach the median line, but who knew how large this place was? If Angela was wrong about her theory, and Corruption was actually much older than Hatred, then for all I knew, this realm could be thousands of miles! Thousands of miles of darkness. Well, every journey begins with a step.

I walked into the blackness, and Orb hovered with me, illuminating the smooth, unchanging surface of the stone floor. The padding of bare feet echoed through the darkness, bouncing off unseen objects and growing lower with every iteration. Orb's light was as chromatically cold as the astral sun outside, and it bathed my small visible world in blacks and whites. It shined a small radius around me, allowing me to see what was right behind me and before me, but nothing else. There was nothing to see anyway. There was only the flat, smooth floor, the sunbeam growing distant behind me, and Willowbud Autumnsong right in front of my face. I skidded to halt, yelped, and punched the Earth Former in the eye. A shot of pain lanced up my ethereal fist, and I realized with a groan that I had just punched a statue. A very angry-looking statue. In fact, on closer inspection, I realized Willowbud's face was manic, her lips peeled, her nose snarling, and her cheeks lined with tear tracks.

"What the heck?" I whispered, and stepped forward to examine the statue, only to run into another one. This wasn't of Willowbud, but of an older male nymph. His eyes were wide in horror, his head was tilted awkwardly to the side, and there was a gash in his neck.

"This is... this is new!" I hissed, and walked forward with more speed, narrowly avoiding another statue, this one of Willowbud riding the male nymph, her body arching back in the heat of passion. I past statue after statue, some twisted and disfigured as though constructed from an addled mind, some as perfect as anything the greatest sculptor in the world could make. There were none of Corruption herself; just Willowbud and the man, over and over. Sometimes Willowbud was a little girl, and she was holding the man's hand. Sometimes she was a woman, and wrapping her legs around him. It didn't take much conjecture to figure out who the man was, and what this place represented. But this was new. This was only a year old! Why was a doorway to Hatred's realm here if this memory was only a year old? Did the door move on its own? This didn't make any—I ran face-first into a wall.

"Ow!" I exclaimed, rubbing my forehead. When the pain had dissipated, I looked up. The wall curved inward as it ascended, like a great dome. And at the center of that dome, was the beam of light I'd first seen. I had gone from the center to the edge in a matter of minutes. This realm was tiny, maybe a mile wide at the most. But what was it? Had Corruption become 'Guilt' during her divorce from Willowbud? Had she actually changed, then changed back?