As always, it might help if you've read the first chapters to know what's going on. Thanks to everyone who sent feedback; please keep sending it as I try to reply to everyone. Oh, and, as ever, everyone in the story's 18 or over!
Jessica and her mother woke some time later having dozed off, to find Sister Corina had left. A note, however, explained that the nun had a meeting to attend and asked that Jessica and Holly make their way to room 203 where they would be expected. Directions were included and, after showering together – struggling hard not to end up fucking each other senseless again – the pair dressed in jeans and T-shirts and made their way to room 203.
“Jessica and Holly Chambers, right?” said the man who opened the door to them after they knocked. He was maybe in his forties or fifties, but still ruggedly handsome and looked as though he still worked out. “Come on in and sit down. I’m Professor Thomas Palmer.”
Jessica and Holly thanked him and took seats next to each other in the front row of what looked like a classroom; there were about two dozen seats arranged facing the front of the room where Professor Palmer stood, fiddling with a large television set and a video recorder.
“I apologise if this video gets a little boring; I’ve given this talk to new recruits so many times, I can do the voice over without even thinking about it.” The Professor said, smiling at them as the TV came on and, after a brief burst of static, the screen went black as the tape started. He sat next to Jessica, sandwiching her between himself and her mother, and turned to look at both of them. “I have to warn you that some scenes on this tape are quite disturbing. There’s a fair bit of blood and guts and none of it’s fake.” He said quietly. “However, some of it is also quite . . . arousing.” He glanced at their breasts that pulled the T-shirts tight across their chests. “I’ll understand if you need to . . . ahem . . . relieve yourselves at any point.”
“Thank you Professor. It’s always nice to meet an understanding man.” Holly said with a sly smile aimed at her daughter.
The Professor turned to the TV and began talking as the video started.
“The Church of The Protectors was started 75 years ago by this woman, Edwina Markham.” The screen showed a stern, middle-aged woman in an unrevealing and unflattering costume that showed she had no figure to speak of whatsoever. “She and her mother were attacked by the tentacle creatures; her mother, who had been quite ill previously, didn’t survive the encounter, but Edwina did. I’m sure Sister Corina has mentioned the side effects of the creatures’ semen; this is what it did to Edwina after two months.”
The picture changed showing a radically different looking Edwina; her stern features had softened, her hair lengthened, her lips fuller. The flat, straight costume was gone, replaced by an almost obscenely low cut bodice that revealed her large breasts and was pulled in tight around her small waist. Her long legs could be seen through the split in her skirt that ran up to her waist.
“Wow.” Whispered Jessica, clearly impressed.
“Edwina was an intelligent woman. She realised the addictive nature of the semen and managed to capture the small beast that had attacked her and her mother; had it been larger, it is unlikely that she would have succeeded. She began researching them, discovering mention of them in certain forbidden texts, and learned they were called Ctholoids. She found other women who had been attacked by them and survived, and gave them refuge here in Markham Manor. Many of the women were married and, in some cases, their husbands joined them here; with the libido increasing effects of the Ctholoid’s semen, the men enjoyed themselves immensely.”
Jessica and Holly glanced at the Professor who smiled broadly.
“But it was not all fun and games. Edwina’s research discovered that the creatures were merely one of a group of otherworldly beings – called the Abandoned Ones – who were intent upon ruining mankind and all his works. There were even some who joined with these Abandoned Ones, helping them; these are the self-styled Dark Lords and Ladies who use powers granted to them by the Abandoned Ones that we would call magic. Edwina and her fledgling group decided to combat them, discovering certain incantations and spells to banish them.”
The scene changed to black and white grainy footage of a group of men approaching a pit which held one of the tentacled creatures, the Ctholoids.
“At first, the men in the group tried to fight the things. They were not successful.”
Jessica and Holly winced as the tentacles grabbed the men and literally tore them apart, wrapping tight around their limbs and pulling, their arms and legs parting from their torsos in great gouts of blood.
“Oh god, that’s horrible.” Holly said.
“The Ctholoids had no interest in men; their only reason for existing was to propagate their species and for that, they needed women. Every man who tried to fight them ended up dead, but the incantations Edwina had discovered stated they should be spoken by men. Things looked dire until Edwina stumbled on the solution.”
The TV screen flickered, showing footage of Edwina wearing what was obviously a prototype of the nun’s outfit that Sister Corina had worn: it left a large amount of her bosom exposed and had a very short skirt but was still more demure than Corina’s.
“The Ctholoids are not very intelligent. They can be easily distracted by an attractive woman wearing not very much, and so, from then on, both men and women worked together, the nuns distracting the creature while they both speak the incantation. Sadly, however, there are other, more intelligent creatures beside the Ctholoids.”
The screen changed, showing a hunched figure, massively muscled, covered in fur, looking like some sort of werewolf. Beneath it, on her hands and knees, obviously being fucked judging by the expression of pleasure and pain on her face, was a nun, her costume torn and bloodied, her large breasts moving beneath her as the thing pounded away at her pussy.
“This is a Lupus, a wolf-like creature that isn’t distracted by the nuns’ costume at all. It’s not a werewolf in that it doesn’t change back and forth from a man; this is its natural form.”
The screen changed again, showing a beautiful woman, naked and voluptuous, holding her own large breasts up and licking at the nipples with an extremely long tongue.
“This is a Hexen, a witch-woman, extremely seductive, very intelligent and in league with the Abandoned Ones. They’re believed to be shape changers, though we can’t really confirm that. This one was caught on tape while she was . . . ah . . . distracted.”
The camera pulled back, revealing that the woman was sat on one of the Ctholoids, a cock in both her ass and her pussy. As Jessica, Holly and the Professor watched, more of the tentacle cocks joined her, slipping into her mouth, wrapping themselves round her big tits and fucking her cleavage.
“Lucky bitch.” Jessica whispered, her own nipples hard, her pussy moist. Remembering what the Professor had said about understanding if they had to relieve themselves, she quickly unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down, pushing two fingers into her pussy as she watched the Hexen being fucked on the screen.
“Need a hand there, baby?” Holly said, leaning over and slipping her hand down her daughter’s stomach, her fingers joining Jessica’s in her pussy.
“Oh god, mom! Mmmm, yeah, that’s good.” Jessica moaned.
