Transcendent Ch. 02

Sybil turned, her gaze following him. "Hold on, now. What's the rush?"

Sean stopped in his tracks. He looked back in her direction and those gleaming eyes drew him in like tractor beams. "Sorry, I don't mean to be rude. I just don't wanna get attacked by birds again."

"Birds?" she asked incredulously, followed by a light laugh. "I don't see any birds around here. All I see is a young man wearing a collar and wrist shackles. Someone who's obviously looking for a good time."

His face turned a light shade of red as her teasing wore on. "Oh this?" he replied, reaching up and grasping his collar. "It was a gift from Delilah. I'm on my way to meet her and one of her friends. Do you know her?"

"Ah, Delilah. So she's the lucky winner of round one. Good for her! But still, I have to ask..." She flicked the remnant of her smoke away and set her latex clad hands on her wide hips. "Do you like what you see?"

His eyes traced her supple, shiny form up and down. For whatever crazy reason, Sean was only slightly surprised when he noticed a growing bulge in the front of Sybil's suit. It started in her crotch and traced down into the tight latex of her left thigh. Her thick pipe of flesh was stiffening more by the second, straining against the slick confines of her second skin.

"Um..." Was all he could summon for a response. He stared at her like an idiot, his mouth as dry as a box of matches. "I..."

"No" Sybil announced with a tantalizing grin. "You're not ready to come to my part of town yet." She stalked toward Sean, her boots clacking on the pavement. She continued until only a few feet separated their locked eyes. Her sweet perfume and the scent of rubber washed over him. She raised a latex finger and set it on his lips. "But I hope to see you soon, if that's where your journey takes you."

Sybil gave him a wink before shouldering her bag a second time and walking off in the opposite direction. "Stay safe until then, lover boy!"

Sean could only watch, wordlessly, as she strutted off. Her shining curves disappeared into the all-consuming fog.

* * * * *

After a solid two minutes of walking, Sean was beginning to wonder just how long this alley was. He passed bike racks, garbage cans, crates and other assorted junk one would expect in the narrow expanse between businesses. The corridor stretched on between two large cement walls. Intermittently, the concrete gave way to fenced areas leading to the back yard or side door of some property. All of them were chained and latched shut. Metal overhangs filled out the space above, leading up to residential fire escapes. Even in the narrow space, the fog was fairly thick, limiting Sean's visual range as he proceeded.

*CHITTER CHITTER*

The gibbering and squeaking of rodents had been occasional since he started down the path, but now it was becoming more frequent. The chattering of nasty little creatures sent a shiver down his spine, causing Sean to hasten his pace.

He looked around nervously and the more he studied his surroundings the more pairs of beady little glowing eyes Sean began to notice. They were hiding behind dumpsters, sticking their heads out of little depressions in the concrete walls and laying in wait at each fenced area. They scurried away when he approached, but it seemed like they were growing more numerous by the second. More numerous and more bold.

*SQUUEEEAAK SQUEEEEEAAAKK*

The feistiness of one particularly loud rat behind him caught his attention. Sean whirled on a dime, his eyes going wide as he zeroed in on the fat little bastard following him. He kicked at the gray, black-eyed varmint, causing it to jump and retreat. It looked up at him angrily, baring its teeth and hissing.

"FUCK OFF! Leave me alone you little shit!"

Sean made like he was about to kick the rodent again, but turned and continued on his way. His footfalls echoed off the pavement, but they couldn't drown out the increasingly loud chittering and squeaking all around him. He looked from side to side and front to back. Soon, all Sean saw were glowing eyes and gnashing teeth.

'Shit! Not this again! To hell with this!'

He took off at top speed, opting to sprint the rest of the way through the increasingly hostile alley. The wailing and chattering of the rats grew oppressively loud the farther he ran. He didn't dare look back. Sean could hear them chasing him now, their little paws skittering across the ground as they formed a mob behind him.

His legs were a blur and blood pounded in his ears as he--

*SSSSCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECCCCCCCHHHHH*

A lightning bolt of fear surged through Sean and he skidded to a stop in his tracks. The creatures behind him also paused, their chattering and scrambling fading to a rapid halt. It was the same terrible noise Sean heard in the distance the first night on the way into town, only now it was much closer. His breath was loud and sweat ran down his face as he looked ahead at the swirling mass of fog.

*ScCcCcRrRrRrRrRrReEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeCcCcCcCcCcCcCcCcChHhHhHhH*

A visage of pure dread emerged from the wispy air. A hulking figure in black robes presented itself. It wore a Noh mask. The white porcelain of the face shield was expressionless. It had ashy black eyebrows and slanted eye holes that led to nothing but darkness. Its pursed lips were painted the color of dark blood.

The abrasive, grinding sound of metal on concrete followed the hideous thing as it emerged from the fog. Sean stared in terror, frozen in place as it revealed its secret. The beastly thing pulled it's heavy weapon to the front, hefting a large sledgehammer adorned with metal spikes on both ends. It set its sights squarely on Sean and sniffed the air loudly through the heavy mask.

*SSSSCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECCCCCCCHHHHH*

The horrible piercing sound tore at Sean's psyche as he turned and ran for his life. The army of rats wasn't an obstacle for long. They parted in the center and fled in both directions. The terrified creatures skittered off to whatever hole or hiding place they could find, just as eager to flee the alley as their former prey.

Sean bolted down the fog choked alley, the wind flying through his hair as he ran his absolute fastest. He could hear the gruesome thing pursuing him, grunting and screeching as it tried to match his pace. Sean heard the grinding of metal spikes on stone as it dragged the heavy weapon and raced after him. The huge creature knocked aside garbage cans and bashed dumpsters out of its path, chasing him doggedly.

By the time he shot through the opening back onto Main Street he was gasping for air, but the adrenaline rush pushed him on. He rounded the corner and turned right, jetting down the sidewalk. The garbage on the walkway tripped him up, causing him to stumble several times. He only barely avoided crashing to the ground, hissing in annoyance as he continued to run.

He started looking for places to hide, eyeing establishments along the main drag as he flew past them. Sean settled on a Salon and Spa called Classical Concepts. He jetted up to the door, turned the handle and slipped in. He thanked his lucky stars that it hadn't been locked as he quietly closed the door behind him, locked it and slipped off to find a hiding spot.

The grinding sound of his pursuer grew louder as the specter caught up with him, dragging its makeshift spiked mace behind it.

*ScCcCcRrRrRrRrRrReEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeCcCcCcCcCcCcCcCcChHhHhHhH*

Sean scrambled behind one of the salon chairs, grabbing a curling iron along the way in case he needed something to defend himself with. He dove under one of the makeup tables, hiding as best he could. Sean's heart pounded in his chest like a taiko drum.

'Please, please! Just go away!!!'

He poked his head out to look at the storefront and saw the shadow of the giant creature rising to fill the window of the front door. The emotionless, porcelain face peered inward, a loud inhale sucking air through the nose holes of the mask. The door handle rattled several times as it attempted to enter.

*SSSSCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECCCCCCCHHHHH*

There was a moment of silence in which Sean dared to hope the thing would give up and be on its way. That illusion was quickly shattered, along with the front door's glass.

*BASH*

*BASH BASH BASH*

The window exploded into a million pieces, shards raining down as the wood and metal of the door began to bend inward. The loud, crashing impacts of metal spikes denting the door were indicative of the specter's fearsome strength. It continued to shriek as it assaulted the entrance and Sean's entire body shivered in fear. A final, crushing blow rang out as the door caved in. Its busted handle and broken lock hit the ground with a metallic clang as the rest of the wood and steel clattered to the floor.

The fight or flight instinct pooled in Sean in the moment of truth. He was on the verge of running for the back of the store when another loud sound pierced the gloom. The screeching of tires outside was followed by a door slamming shut and a shouting female voice.

"FREEZE!"

The creature turned and briefly studied the interloper. It then hastened down the sidewalk, it's weapon creating sparks on the pavement as it hurried away. Three gunshots rang out as the woman approached the storefront and the hellish being disappeared into the fog.

She leveled her handgun and walked up to the destroyed doorway, looking into the darkened salon. The woman pointed her weapon forward as she inspected the carnage. "ANYONE IN THERE?!?"

"Yes! I'm here!" Sean answered. He dropped the curling iron and rose slowly from behind the salon chair. "Please, don't shoot!"

The officer in head-to-toe leather pointed her weapon at him as she studied Sean. Satisfied that he was no threat, she holstered her gun and nodded to the entrance. "Let's go. Unless you're planning to stick around for a manicure."

"I'm good, thanks" Sean replied as he lowered his arms. He walked to the entrance, stepped over the remnants of the destroyed door and proceeded onto the street. The woman followed him and he finally got a good look at his leather clad savior.

She was about his height with short, dirty blonde hair and a round face. Her leather jacket, leather pants and knee high boots had her covered from top to bottom in glossy jet black. Her badge stood out from the rest of her attire, the shining emblem reading "Chrysalis Police Department."

"You're lucky I happened along when I did. I'm Melinda."

"Sean" he replied dryly. His gaze turned in the direction the mystery assailant had fled. "Any idea what the hell that thing was?"

"Pffft, who knows. I'm always chasing weirdos away. Especially when someone new shows up."

Sean turned back to the steely eyed woman. "Really? I don't envy your job."

Melinda smirked. "That's fine. I don't envy collared bitch boys who almost get themselves killed the first week they're here."

"Touche."

"C'mon" she said, nodding to the large truck with flashing red lights in the background. "I'll give you a lift."

The unusual police vehicle was raised. It was reinforced with some kind of armor and had giant wheels that looked like they could crunch any of the junk littering the town's streets. It was the kind of thing you'd expect to see at a monster truck rally, not the duty vehicle of a beat cop.

"Thanks" Sean responded as he followed her to the truck. "I owe you one."

"No, you owe me two" she said matter-of-factly. "One for the ride and one for saving your life."

"Fair enough" he replied with a smile. "Not sure how I'll pay you back, though."

"Oh, I bet we can work something out."

* * * * *

Melinda's moans were loud and frequent as Sean tongued her needy pussy. He was bent over, locked in stocks and lapping away through the opening in the officer's leather pants. As he offered Melinda lengthy oral worship, Delilah assaulted his ass. She pumped his boy pussy with a thick, one foot strapon. The black rubber missile stretched his backdoor wide with each aggressive thrust.

The leather clad cop held his hair in an iron grip, pressing her needy sex to his mouth as she yelled out commands among pleasure-wracked gibberish.

"MORE you slut! Get that tongue DEEPER!"

Sean complied to the extent he could, plowing his spongy flesh into her dripping lips and swirling it around before each slick removal. Between every few loving spears of his tongue, he would pull up slightly and lap away at her clit, bathing the demanding blonde in waves of pure ecstasy.

It wasn't easy maintaining the rhythm of his oral ministrations as Delilah fucked him like a maniac. The stocks rattled and his body jolted between the two aggressive Dommes. Heavy weights swung from his nipples and balls, attached to his sensitive anatomy by short, thin lengths of chain. Sean's cock was sealed in a metal chastity cage, leaking pre-cum and straining against its confines.

He was being fucked in the ass for the third time that night. The other two women had already taken a turn. Delilah's friend Kiera was sitting to the side, sipping Bacardi straight from the bottle and waiting for another crack at the bitch-made bottom boy.

The feisty brunette was dressed as a gothic lolita, decked out in a combination of fishnets, leather and lace. She lounged on the luscious leather sofa in her basement dungeon, fingering herself below the strapon harness with one hand and enjoying the occasional swig of rum with the other. She pleasured herself as she watched Delilah's new slave eat pussy and get railed in equal measure. Watching her guests unleash their sexual fury on the collared man-whore was almost as good as participating.

Having escorted Sean to them safely, Melinda was immediately invited to stay and enjoy the proceedings. Delilah insisted that Sean repay the officer's kindness. Adding one more hungry Femdom to the mix would only speed his training. The trio put him through his paces as trippy mood lightning faded from one color to the next in the background. House music thumped and pounded throughout the dungeon, giving the women beats to sync their motions to.

The dark-haired Domina groaned in bliss as she slammed Sean's ass with her hips. The small rubber nubs built into the back of the harness were rubbing her sex just right, sending tingles of pleasure through her body with each hungry thrust of her strapon.

Sean moaned into Melinda's steamy jungle as the thick rubber cock speared into his soft, fleshy insides without end. His hands were shackled on either side of his head, locked in the metal and wood restraints. He was nothing but two holes for these libidinous women to use and they were taking full advantage.

"DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP!!!"

A reverberating scream and a jet of female ejaculate announced Melinda's climax. Sean's face was drenched in her juices as she trapped his mouth against her gushing pussy. She demanded more of his dutiful licking as pungent girl cream sprayed all over his already slick face.

After many moans and jolts of pleasure, Melinda released him and collapsed on the sofa. Kiera set the booze aside and gladly rose to take her place. She had a thick, cream colored ten-incher strapped to her waist and was eager to put it back to work.

She stepped up to Sean's front and grabbed him by the hair. Kiera pressed the tip of her fat rubber schlong to his lips and pushed forward urgently. It was the same cock she'd used to fuck his ass just twenty minutes ago. At least she'd been kind enough to remove the filthy condom.

"Alright bitch, open wide! I've been told you need practice sucking cock, so we're gonna get a head start on that tonight."

"LOTS of practice!" Delilah confirmed as she hilted in his ass with an especially hard thrust.

Sean's lips parted and were immediately stretched wide as the rubber appendage invaded his mouth. The thick phallus sank deep into his wet, fleshy tunnel, filling his cheeks and pressing his obedient tongue into the bottom of his maw.

Kiera tunneled ever more of the rubbery cock to the entrance of his throat as Sean's eyes started to water. She plowed it in to the seven inch mark and he began to gag. The haughty goth reversed course, pulling the musty phallus from his mouth as she gazed down at him haughtily. She gave his face a series of light slaps as she instructed him.

"Suck it good, slut! I want to hear wet, slurping sounds every time I withdraw from your pussy of a mouth! This is cock SUCKING school! So SUCK!"

Sean slurped on the fat length loudly, the taste and smell of his ass still prominent on the rubber despite her removal of the prophylactic. For some reason, that made him intensely aroused, his penis expanding painfully against its metal housing. The weights attached to his balls and nipples jingled below, swinging from his tortured anatomy as he was fucked from both ends like the cheapest whore on the Vegas strip.

His sucking grew especially loud as phlegm built up on the strapon and Kiera began aggressively fucking his face. This sent Delilah over the edge, her moans growing louder as she pounded him relentlessly. Her climax grew closer every time she filled him with silicone cock and slammed her slave's body into the wooden stocks.

"AHHHHHHH!!!! YEESSSSSS!!!! TAKE IT, YOU FILTHY BITCH!!!"

As Delilah screamed in bliss and hilted her fat strapon in Sean repeatedly, Melinda rose from her post-orgasm stupor and wandered to the toy rack. She selected a new cock for her next turn; a black, fourteen inch monster with a heavy set of rubber balls.

* * * * *

Sean woke on the basement sofa, his body still aching from a long night of being triple teamed. He peeled his naked flesh from the clinging leather, rising from the couch slowly as he worked the stiffness out of his body. Kiera's play room was a mess, covered in discarded sex toys, open bottles of lube, used condoms and abandoned harnesses. The mood lighting and fuck music had both been turned off.

His clothes were nowhere to be found. The raglan shirt and khakis they'd stripped off him were gone. All he had left was his collar, cuffs and the metal cage still locked around his flaccid dick. The weights attached to his most sensitive areas had, thankfully, been removed.

Sean headed up the stairs, emerging in the hallway on the ground floor of Kiera's home. He checked the living room and kitchen.

"Delilah? Kiera?...Melinda?"

He was alone again. There was no trace of the devastating beauties that had dominated him so thoroughly throughout the night.

Remembering his first tryst in Chrysalis, Sean headed for the front door. Sure enough, when he arrived at the foyer, he found what he was expecting. Sitting on the floor in the middle of the carpet was a wooden chest. Its golden cocoon emblem stared up at him, waiting to be broken.

He sat down, pulled open the latch and raised the lid on the waiting cache. His nose was greeted by the scent of freshly oiled leather. Packed neatly in the spacious chest was a pair of men's leather pants, a leather vest, a leather body harness, leather cap and a pair of men's leather boots.

Sean smiled. It seemed his days of wearing regular clothes were at an end.