GOLD CHAPTER II - THE WAY OF ALL FLESH
Stone.
Cold.
Footfalls.
Their compound, The Labyrinth, was just that. It was a coiled network of dead ends, passages, stairwells and twisting turns. All of this was under the manor and, from what I could pick up from the discussion around me, was built during their last visit to Earth. I must have crawled the extent of the entire thing that night. I’d given up trying to rise or fight. The powers of this Father character had full control. With my vagina still exposed, but the rest of my gold cat suit still in one piece, I crawled around on the dog leash. All around I could hear people screaming and the sounds of sex.
“Hear that? From behind the doors? Those are all of my children, The Congregation, having their way with humans we’ve collected. Each one will expire. This is how I will finish you, Gold,” he said. As he’d done over and over during our stroll, he leaned down and slapped my swollen
cunt lips. He then fondled my breasts and continued our walk.
“Now, I have something to show you.”
We stopped at one of the doors and he jerked on the leash.
“Up lady! Lady!”
A captive superheroine, a woman of mystical powers now neutralized, I followed his orders and rose up on my “hind legs”. He’ d back his powers off just enough for me to be able to come up on my knees. My “paws” instantly rose up in a begging posture.
“Good girl. Look.” He pushed the door open. My mind immediately went to stories of the Kraken and the Scyla. Tentacles rows and rows of suction cups seemed to come from everywhere at once, filling the room. I couldn’t really make out an actual body from which they came, just thick dull green glistening membrane that lined the walls, ceiling, and floor. It dripped and it pulsed. In the middle of it all was Mystic.
Like my costume, her purple cat suit was still whole, save for a piece of material over her vagina. Her body, lean, muscular and taut,was inverted and arched in a painful bow. Several tentacles had one leg. More had an arm. Another twisted an arm behind her while another pulled the leg wide and apart, exposing her crotch. Naturally, one was inside of her. Smaller feelers were pulsing on her diminutive breasts and some even coiled through her red hair. Smile ran over her body in gushes. Her face was a blank.
“This is what we are in our natural form. You see, we can enjoy your bodies in our form or your’s. These are the ones who had you earlier.”
“So, you are parts of a whole in you natural form? No individuals?”
“We can all merge, or a few at a time, but there must always be fusion with another. Come now.”
He closed the door and continued to walk his bitch. Still, he would stop to spank me or finger my cunt. I remained calm, passive, more concerned about Mystic than his stupid interstellar frat boy games. In my normal life, I’ve often enjoyed the type of things he did to my body, but as Gold, it was a challenge to endure - not so much as a humiliation, but as a pain the ass.
“Now is your time,” finally said.
He took me into a room and shut the door.
Inside was a collection that would make DeSade lay down and weep. I recall iron maidens, St. Andrew’s Crosses, racks and the like. He scooped me up and carried me like a baby to what looked like a gynecologist’s table. Helpless, I watched in the mirror as my six-foot-tall, muscular form was moved around, strapped into stirrups, buckled under leather straps and held spread-eagle. My vagina was open to him. I still could not struggle.
The old magic users had told me to face death with my eyes open, and I was not afraid. It was a crummy way to go, but I was not going to flinch.
“I’m staying inhuman to fuck you,” he said, opening his robe to produce a monster cock. “This the end for you.”
He stood between my legs, and entered me.