Organism X Ch 12

Author's Note:

Some have requested that I do a character overview since the cast is getting pretty big. The major players are as a follows:

Ellie Thomas: Freshman and friend to Bethany Eastwood. She was kidnapped by the sisters and her ex-boyfriend Jon last chapter.

Leah Bardot: Patient Zero of the worm infection and the defacto leader of the sisters.

Jon: Ellie's ex and current helper to the sisters.

Emily Bloom and Lindsay Maycomb:

Two girls turned early on in the series. Lindsay has the power to send supercharged arousal through other people and Emily can rewrite others thoughts and nerves.

Megan Jensen: The second girl turned by the worms and the chaos to Leah's order.

Felicia Owens: A former RA who was turned into an Amazonian hive queen by a superworm.

Bethany Eastwood, Jessie Vitelli, and Melissa Takizawa:

Three unturned girls helping to form a resistance against the worms. Jessie is Leah's former roommate and the first to start fighting the sisters. Bethany and Melissa are roommates and come to fight the worms later. Melissa shares a psychic connection with Emily Bloom in secret.

Ellie glanced around the small storage room and felt herself swoon from the unreality of the situation. She was tied up and gagged in a corner with no hope of escape. This was the kind of thing that happened in movies, not real life.

Suddenly, the door opened and in walked Jon. Behind him walked a trio of girls that Ellie didn't recognize. The girls were simply gorgeous, sporting voluptuous curves and pretty faces unmarked by blemishes. As Ellie stared at the girls, she began to burn with jealousy and embarrassment. If this was the type of girl Jon spent his time with, no wonder he had left her. What could she offer by comparison?

One of the girls, a brunette with a pretty, round face pointed at Ellie and turned to Jon.

"So, this is the one?" she asked.

Jon nodded.

The girl shrugged.

"She's cute. I can understand why you chose her."

"So, what now?" Jon asked.

With a smile, the brunette took Jon by the hand and drew him towards Ellie. Just seeing the two make contact like that made Ellie wince. The logical part of her knew Jon was a jerk, that everything Bethany had said was true, but the logical part of her wasn't in control now. Instead, Ellie felt all her fears and worries and insecurities fluttering around her like angry bats.

The pretty brunette knelt beside Ellie on her left. Jon was on her right.

"Take off her gag," the girl instructed Jon.

"What if she screams?"

"Do it."

Jon obeyed, pulling the piece of cloth off Ellie's face. Ellie thought about screaming, just as Jon had warned about. She felt like spitting in the eyes of these people who captured her. What right did they have to humiliate her like this?

Before Ellie could do anything, however, the brunette's face was inches from her own. Ellie watched as the girl's deep brown eyes shifted, taking on a ghastly emerald light that pierced her soul. Suddenly, Ellie's entire body relaxed.

"What?" Was all Ellie could manage to say.

The brunette just smiled, never blinking or averting her gaze. There was something deeply mesmerizing about her green eyes - something that made Ellie lose all her fight.

Then came another in a long series of unfortunate and strange surprises. Before Ellie had a chance to react, the brunette swooped in and kissed her on the lips. She gasped as she felt a sudden, sweet softness on her lips.

She's kissing me! Why is she kissing me?

To Ellie's shock, the kiss was not unpleasant. The brunette's full lips caressed her own with a gentleness that Jon never managed. Before Ellie knew it, the girl was on her. The feeling of her body was strangely exhilarating with its full curves and vital heat. After another few seconds, Ellie closed her eyes and sank into the kiss, allowing herself to feel the little details.

Did she like girls? She liked this, for sure. Never in her life had Ellie questioned her sexuality - not seriously at least. She was always just normal Ellie, straight as an arrow and nothing else.

There was a sweet taste to the brunette's saliva that made Ellie's brain reel. She felt a little like she did when her parents would let her have a glass of wine at family dinners. Her head was spinning a little and she felt so heavy, like she was underwater. Somewhere in the distance, something soft yet firm pressed against Ellie's chest in a peculiar, yet delicious way. Thinking about it for a moment, Ellie reasoned it must be the girl's breasts.

Were breasts something Ellie liked? Her own pair had always been so small and unremarkable. The few times Jon had tried to touch there had been very uncomfortable. He was rough and sloppy, clearly in it for his own pleasure and not for Ellie's.

Now Ellie was feeling the touch of another girl's breasts and liking it a lot. If she hadn't been bound, she might have even reached out and cupped them, just to see what it would be like to hold another girl like that. The thought made her tingle between her legs.

Suddenly, the brunette pulled away, leaving Ellie gasping on the floor in shock.

"What a good choice, Jon," the brunette said. "And the best part is that we get to kill two birds with one stone."

"What do you mean?" Jon answered.

The brunette smiled and turned to the other two girls behind her. It was only now that Ellie truly noticed them. Like the brunette, these two girls were stunning. One was a blonde with shortcut hair and a leather jacket. Like her companions, she was buxom, but also seemed to have an athletic, somewhat muscular build to her. She radiated power.

The other was a redhead and even more beautiful and voluptuous than either the brunette or the blonde. Both girls stared at Ellie with careful hunger and anticipation.

The brunette motioned for the redhead to speak.

The girl spoke in a soft, musical voice that tickled at Ellie's ears. It was mesmerizing to listen to. Ellie knew in the logical, grounded part of her mind that she was in real danger. Whatever was going on with Jon and these girls was no good. Hell, she was bound and, until recently, gagged! If that didn't scream mortal peril, Ellie didn't know what did. Still, the sweet beauty of these girls kept distracting her. It didn't help that her body was burning up after kissing the brunette. It was like a switch had been flipped and now Ellie could not contain the lustful thoughts that were the result.

"This one is friends with one of the girls that's been giving us so much trouble. A portion of their group is on their way to free our little catch right now."

Jon's eyes nearly bugged out of his skull.

"What? Do others know about this? And they're coming here? What if they bring the police?"

The redhead and the brunette giggled to each other.

"Don't worry, they aren't," the redhead said.

"How do you know?"

"Let's just say I have a connection with one of the girls," the redhead smiled.

Next, the brunette spoke again.

"By the time those girls arrive, this one will already be well on her way to becoming one of us. And once they're here, we'll make sure to take care of them as well."

Jon didn't look pleased.

"I wanted to be able to enjoy this. What if those girls bring help?"

The brunette waved this off.

"We're ready this time. Besides, Emily already confirmed that it's just three of them this time. I think the four of us can handle them. Besides, you should be happy. You get to see four girls turn for the price of one!"

Ellie watched this conversation play out, feeling ever more confused as she did so. What did they mean by that? None of this made any sense.

Then there was the part about people coming for Ellie. She could only think of one person who could be behind that: Bethany. Ellie's heart leaped for a moment. Then Ellie sank back into despair as she remembered her last interaction with her friend. She hadn't wanted to fight, she had so many feelings. She

had so many feelings. Sometimes Ellie just wanted to turn them off.

Suddenly, the brunette turned her attention back to Ellie.

"So, Jon, this one's a cutie. Though I have to say, she's not what I expected. She seems so-innocent."

Jon shrugged and said, "I was working on that."

Ellie felt her temper rise.

"What is that supposed to mean? And why did you kidnap me? What the hell?"

Ellie was just as surprised by her words as everyone else. She had just uttered her first coherent sentence since being captured and her anger was sudden and sharp.

For a moment, the brunette froze in place. Then she beamed and gave Jon a funny look.

"She doesn't seem to like you very much, Jon."

The brunette knelt in front of Ellie and cupped her cheek. Suddenly, Ellie felt a flush of warmth radiate across her face. Her body started to tingle again. What was the deal with these girls?

"I guess I should introduce myself," the brunette said. "My name is Leah. These are my friends Lindsay and Emily. We've been given a very special

and we want to pass it on to you."

It was at this point that Ellie began to question whether she was hallucinating. It wasn't just that the situation was becoming more and more confusing. No, it was also the fact that this brunette - Leah's eyes were glowing. They weren't just a bright green. They were glowing!

As Ellie looked into the girl's eyes, she felt all her anger fade away. She sank into a murky place of unnatural calm, held gently by this beautiful, otherworldly siren. These girls had a gift. A gift they wanted to share. Suddenly, that was all that seemed to matter Ellie Thomas.

"You're a virgin, aren't you?" Leah asked.

Normally, the question would have offended Ellie right away. Instead, she simply answered. She didn't have any fight left now that she was trapped in the blazing emerald glare of Leah's eyes.

"Yes," Ellie answered.

"Jon, this is your last chance to get it in before she becomes one of us. Just a heads up."

"I want to watch," Jon answered.

Leah chuckled and muttered the words, "dirty boy" to herself.

Next, the brunette signaled for her friends to come over. They obeyed her without question. Clearly, she was the leader of their little band.

All the while, Ellie gazed deeply into Leah's eyes. She could not look away for the life of her. There was something deeply hypnotic about the girl's eyes that Ellie was powerless in the face of. Ellie was like the victim in one of those vampire movies, brought under the control of an undead count and left with no will of her own.

"How long do we have?" Leah asked Emily, the redhead.

The girl's eyes flashed green just like Leah's, hers only for a few seconds.

"Probably about fifteen minutes," she answered.

"That's enough time to have a little fun."

Suddenly, Leah dove in for another kiss. This time, the experience was even more thrilling than before. The girl was rougher with Ellie this time, grabbing her and pushing her to the ground. Ellie gasped as she was completely dominated by the gorgeous brunette. Before she knew it, Ellie was getting turned on again. Her heartbeat so fast it seemed like it was about to burst out of her chest like an alien.

A gentle hand caressed Ellie's small breast, kneading the flesh with a level of expertise Jon would never be capable of. Ellie let out a muffled squeal as Leah touched her there. This only seemed to make Leah bolder.

Suddenly, Leah's hands were reaching under Ellie's clothes. In an instant, Ellie felt her top get yanked off her body, leaving her in nothing but a bra. In another moment, the bra was gone too.

By now, the other two girls were close by, their eyes blazing with just as much hunger and excitement as Leah's. There was something deeply intimidating about these girls that made Ellie wonder what kind of gift they possessed.

"Do you want to get in on the action, ladies?" Leah asked.

"What kind of question is that?" The blonde, Lindsay, answered.

She held up her hand, revealing a pulsing green glow at her palm.

"Which one of us gets to do it?" Emily asked.

The three girls looked at each other suddenly, a subtle tension breaking out between them. Ellie was more confused than ever, and despite her arousal, was starting to become genuinely afraid. Beyond the kidnapping, beyond the strange sexual advances, there was something deeply off putting about these girls. They barely seemed human.

Leah looked gravely at her redhead friend and asked, "are you sure

coming?"

Emily nodded.

"Very well. Decide amongst yourselves about who gets to finish the job. Just make sure that Jon gets a good look."

Emily and Lindsay agreed and turned towards each other.

"I got cheated out of it last time. You should let me have her," Emily said.

Lindsay shook her head.

"Not so fast. Why don't we see where this leads?"

Emily looked indignant. Her pale face went bright red and she glared at Lindsay with sudden, barely concealed rage that was a far cry from the placid confidence she exuded earlier.

"You had me and then the girl in the hall. I haven't gotten anywhere near that much action! This isn't fair!"

"Let's let our new friend decide, shall we?" Lindsay answered, completely unphased by the other girl's anger.

By now, Ellie wanted to scream. She was confused and terrified and feeling things that made her question herself on the deepest levels of her being. She wanted answers and none of these girls seemed willing to give them. Jon certainly wasn't helping. He was sitting there, watching like some kind of pervert. A complete freak!

However, before Ellie could so much as let out a squeak, the girl named Lindsay swooped down and kissed her. Great, Ellie thought, more kissing. More weird feelings that made her brain swim.

Lindsay was far rougher than Leah had been. She pressed her full, cherry lips against Ellie's with enough force to make the girl's mouth ache a bit. By and large, the moment lacked the sweetness and tenderness Leah had given Ellie. However, what Lindsay lacked in grace, she made up for with a very strange ability.

With a start, Ellie suddenly felt Lindsay's hands roughly cup her small breasts. The girl's touch was harsh and a little bit painful, but that didn't matter much. A split second after Lindsay made contact, Ellie's entire field of vision went blank.

Ellie's body spasmed as a blast of tingling sensation unlike any Ellie had ever felt overtook her. She could hear a girl screaming bloody murder somewhere in the distance. The voice was familiar, but Ellie couldn't quite peg it. It didn't matter anyways. It was all Ellie could do to just remain conscious as her psyche was bombarded by weaponized pleasure.

Then, as soon as the sensation had begun, it subsided. Ellie realized suddenly that the screaming was coming from her own voice.

Panting and bleary eyed, Ellie looked up to see why the sensation had abated. She saw Lindsay crumpled on the floor, cradling her head. Above her stood Emily, whose face was twisted with a mix of lust and rage.

Jesus, Ellie thought, she must have hit her friend.

She didn't have much time to process the scene as Emily quickly turned her attention to Ellie. Much like her friend, Emily swooped down and kissed Ellie.

Ellie had to admit, Emily was the best kisser of the bunch. She was exceedingly gentle for the most part, but rough when it counted. For a moment, Ellie forgot that she was kidnapped and tied up against her will and just went along with the moment. She relished the cloying sweet smell Emily put off. She couldn't get enough of that smell. All these strange girls had the scent, but it was slightly different between the three of them. Leah's was sweet, but a little sharp. Lindsay's was harsher, more acidic. Meanwhile, Emily's scent was overwhelmingly pleasant. It was soft and full, just like Emily herself.

As the two women intertwined, things began to escalate. Ellie felt wandering fingers slip under the hem of her pants and search between her legs. She braced herself for the same kind of lusty explosion she had felt with Lindsay, but it didn't come. Instead, Emily placed a fingertip on Ellie's pleasure bud and did

something

. Something very strange.

Instead of an explosion of lust, Ellie felt heat and pleasure begin to rise at a steady pace between her legs. It felt

so

good. Ellie had explored herself alone before, but nothing compared to this feeling. This feeling was pure, electric bliss.

Ellie arched her back and let out a soft moan that seemed to only embolden Emily. The redhead, filled with lust and confidence, spoke in Ellie's ear.

"I'm going to remake you. I wanna make you perfect."

Ellie didn't have the faintest idea what this meant, but she knew she wanted it, whatever it was. She moaned louder as the heat between her legs became nearly unbearable. Just when Ellie was sure the dam was going to break and she was going to lose control, another sudden reversal in the conflict between Emily and Lindsay occurred.

Lindsay, having gotten to her feet and brushed herself off, focused a hateful eye on Emily. All her smooth confidence and calm were peeled back, revealing a rage that made Emily's seem like a child's temper tantrum.

"Bitch, I made you one of us. You don't push

me

around!"

Suddenly, Lindsay lifted Emily and threw her across the room, sending her tumbling at Leah's feet.

"Let's get this over with quick," Lindsay said. "I'm tired of this fighting."

The girl was just about to descend on Ellie for another round when there was a scuffling at the entrance of the small storage room. Lindsay paused and looked up, leaving Ellie to her own thoughts and feelings for a moment.

Unlike Lindsay's touch, which had rocked Ellie's world before subsiding to nothing, Emily's touch seemed to still be affecting the girl. Ellie could feel her clit burning like no one's business and her entire downstairs felt alight with sensation. She was soaking wet down there and still teetering on the brink of an orgasm. What did Emily do to her? Why did it feel so freaking good?

Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice full of sarcastic enthusiasm filled the room.

"Wow Leah, what a sight! You've got two of our sisters fighting over one girl! She must be a real

strategic

target!"

"What are you doing here, Megan?" Leah asked coldly.

Ellie strained to look past Lindsay, who was still perched on top of her. There, in the doorway was another brunette. This girl, like all the others, was gorgeous beyond belief. She had large, ripe breasts pressed into a generous helping of cleavage and long, dark brown hair. However, the air she put off seemed different than the other girls. Among the girls Ellie had already met, Leah was the clear leader. Both Emily and Lindsay deferred to her almost completely. This girl, Megan, was different; she didn't seem to have any respect for Leah.

"I figured I would come down here and check things out!" Megan answered. "I wanted to see how your plan for world domination was going. Apparently, it involves turning some rando in a broom closet?"

"This doesn't concern you, Megan," Leah answered, her voice dripping with venom.

"We're all sisters, right? So, your business is my business. Oh, by the way, I brought a friend."

The girl named Megan stepped into the room, giving Jon a wry smile as she did so. Ellie watched Jon recoil, clearly afraid of this newcomer. Something about the scene was so comical, Ellie almost wanted to laugh and just might have if she weren't desperately fighting cumming in her pants. Whatever Emily had done to her was only getting more intense as time went on.

Following Megan into the room was another girl. This one was considerably different from the others. She was a tall, blonde girl who seemed to be packing a good deal of compact muscle on her frame. She made Lindsay, who was powerfully built in her own right, seem like a twig. This girl's figure was downright amazonian with large, bulging breasts and powerful legs contained in a pair of tight athletic shorts.