Chapter 9 2

...and the cave falls away.

i stare, up and down and around; the gravel and blockage that had so defined my barriers for so long are absent without a trace. Where there had been an almost impenetrable wall now stood nothing but empty, cavernous tranquility.

my collar is gone.

my hands fly to my throat, grasping, searching, pleading. Where has it disappeared to? Has She forsaken me?

i feel a delicate, tasteful brush of skin against my own, cold and yielding and goosebumps ripple across my flesh. i look beside me, and sigh with the relief of the possessed. She stands above me, towering, wide eyed with glee and joy at my faltering unto Her presence. my eyes are graced by Her long, slender legs, effortlessly joined in a smart red dress, and my hand tenderly reaches out to praise Her--

-and the moment we connect, a shock of pure erotic lightning thrums into my soul and i fly backward, gasping as my body contorts to Her will and i flay like a writhing ant as orgasm after shuddering orgasm deletes any thought, any cognition, any hope of resisting. i only wish i could witness Her perfection as i endure her insurmountable will.

As the waves of satisfaction thunder across my, leaving every inch of my body alive and electric, Goddess towers over me, smiling widely. I meet her gaze, eyes lidded, smile effortless, drool flowing. i thank her with my coos.

"You are very special", says Goddess to me gently. If i hadn't already been a puddle on the hard ground, the praise would have sent me flailing. But i could tell that wasn't what Goddess wanted for me. She'd tell me what she wanted. Right now, She wanted me to listen.

"Thank You", i whisper, tears in my eyes.

"It took months to bring you to your place. How you fought and struggled." She pauses, looking up, at something beyond. "You would have been proud of her."

"What the hell is going on?"

i know that voice. i know it well. It seizes me, jolts me from my stupor, sends me scrabbling to stand. i'm... yes, it's my costume. It can't be called a uniform anymore. It had been torn off me weeks ago, when tonya and i...

...we'd...

...wait a minute...

i seek her, and find her, cowering behind Goddess, a leering grin on her expression. her gaze flickers to me, and her grin widens, maniacally. i stare at her, nonplussed. i've seen her ruined, collared, chained, broken, mad, and yet she mocks me from eyes that haven't aged a day.

"Rachel!"

i know that voice. i know it better than my own. Like a command, like Goddess herself had ordered me to react, i lift my head.

Penny pleads with me from the bottom of her cotton candy soul, and all the muscles that ripple across her wilt with the total powerlessness of a hopeless cause realized. i recognize her, recognize every curve that i've felt so alone without. But it's clear she doesn't recognize me.

And why would she?

Rachel is dead.

I killed her.

"While what remains of your little convent stares like dumb, mute animals, days and weeks have passed--for us three", says Goddess lithely. The Twins, apparently, don't count as people.

Fuck that's hot.

"I don't understand". Thundress always did have to keep control of the situation, whether it was hers to control or not. Goddess was granting her an illusion.

Just as She had granted tonya and i perfect truth.

"Of course you don't." Goddess began to approach, a smooth, effeminate, Amazonian deity, svelt and glowing and perfect in all ways. i watch with reverence as the hunt begins anew.

"But you will".

my gaze is drawn back to tonya's. she glares at me, wondering if i understand. Wondering if it is clear to me now.

"All of it..." i whisper, almost silent.

tonya nods encouragingly. my tongue wets dry lips.

"...all of it... a dream?"

tonya's head shakes. Not a dream.

Real.

And yet...

"...all in our heads".

Goddess is closing faster on Penny and Elogia and Thundress. They're moving backwards, but slowly, as if afraid to go any faster.

No.

As if afraid they might succeed.

They're lost already.

Submerged.

Saturated.

Forlorn.

"The wall..." i gasp.

tonya nods, coy. The wall. It was never fallen, never what blocked our escape. i remember the chants. Break the wall. i remember lifting heavy load after heavy load, even as it hurt, even as it brought me closer to a perfect, glowing end.

Even as i felt my own voice join the chorus.

i had broken Rachel's resistance from within.

Goddess reaches forward, and conjures Penny before her. The bulked woman, the object of Rachel's ever-lasting affection, stops, and stares blankly at Goddess.

A swift shadow of yellow resonates in her pupils.

It's over in a second. In an eternity. Goddess pulls back her hand, and Pe... penny falls to her knees, thick with emotion, tears creasing at her eyes, buttercream lips trembling with the sheer joy of her revelation.

"Goddess..."

i feel a touch at my scalp, a request for entrance. But it's less agile, and yet more timid, than tonya's touch. my heart smiles, my eyes lock onto penny, kneeling still, a spot of moisture slowly spreading through her tainted, corrupted suit.

Welcome, penny.

tonya and i share the thought, enshroud the doubts and the confusion of the newly born penny in love, in perfect, dewy affection. The heady scent of arousal floods the cavern as penny spasms, touched in ways no man, no one, has touched her before.

Join us.

she stands, balance wobbly, but determined bliss widening her eyes, and her heart, and her soul for us. she moves to us, kneels submissively, asks with gentle gasps of thick hungry pleasure what she must do next.

tonya and i stand, stripped of our covering, our modesty. There is nothing to hide in the Goddess' embrace. We flank penny, soothing hands stroking and rubbing her powerful muscles, her taut body, her sweating, hungry soul...

With perfect synchronicity, we flay the outfit from her body. It shears down the middle, splitting the Flight's symbol in twain as we cast away her old life. Before us kneels an idol, an avatar of feminine richness. Thick abs rise to great full, curvaceous breasts. my slit pulses at the sight alone.

i can only imagine what the first taste will be like.

tonya moves in, caresses penny's lips with her own, surges forward, connects them. In my mind a thousand fireworks illuminate the darkness. i quiver as tongues intertwine, lusts weave into a tapestry of pure wrought flame, sight and sound and scent and sensation envelope one another. Behind me, the Twins surge, their own psyches assaulted by the unity of sin.

i dive forward, heat boiling at my loins. my tongue sizzles as scalding hot magma rises to the base of it. i reach penny's open, clenched legs, tease her knees apart despite her moaning protests of overstimulation. i know what i need.

my tongue slithers forward and flicks the side of penny's thick, taut leg. She spasms raucously, and my arms rest atop them to keep them from closing. My tracing takes me to the very nexus of her snatch, the clit risen and throbbing in the cool cave air.

I slather her loins in pure heat.

Steam rises from her folds as she screams in pure, tortured, blissful energy. my tongue pulls away, afraid i've caused damage... but no. Apart from an adorable degree of mild redness, penny is as invulnerable as ever.

DON'T--screams a voice in my head, gasping for breath even in her mind.

STOP!

If there is one thing i will always know how to do, it is obey.

Behind penny, behind the squirming mass of flesh and decadence that make our impromptu orgy, i watch Thundress' legs quiver at Goddess' touch. I watch her mouth open in revelation, despair, acceptance, joy.

i watch her mouth whisper one word, a word imprinted on all of our souls, and her legs give way, betraying her even as her mind resists.

It's all i see of thundress before penny's thrashing, glistening, screaming orgasm ripples through our very consciousness, and drowns our thoughts in Goddess' embrace.