Transformations: The Book of Adam Ch. 2
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The Cathedral of Morpheus
Top Floor
Havana, Theocratic Republic of Cuba
Father Cain knelt on the marble floor outside the Cathedral 'Throne Room'. "Blessed Morpheus, light bringer, destroyer of the old superstitions, messiah who will lead your chosen people to their rightful place, hear my prayer. Let me be the instrument of your flesh, gift me with your divine seed that I might impregnate this heretical world with your erotic truth..."
The doors to the Throne Room swung open.
He drew the sign of the pentagram on his forehead. "In Morpheus's name, I pray. Ave Morpheus, Ave Satanas." He began to rise to his feet.
The Church Agents who had opened the door stepped aside.
Sister stood, her head uncovered, her body encased in her latex nun's habit. She smiled at him as he rose. "
In holiness and righteousness before Him all our days
," Sister said with a smile.
Cain smiled and lowered his eyes. "A quote from our lord, Morpheus?"
"The Bible, Book of Luke - from my days as a follower of superstition." She held out her hand.
Father Cain kissed it.
"Come inside, Father."
He bowed and followed her into the massive marble room. The floor was inscribed with a huge pentagram, the ceiling and outer walls made of clear glass. A blue, Cuban sky arched overhead.
She stopped near the center of the pentagram. There was no 'throne' in the Throne Room, per se. If there were a throne, it would be reserved for Morpheus himself.
The Church Agents stepped out and closed the massive doors behind them.
"How are your eyes, father?"
He bowed his head. "They burn, Sister. I fear the drops Dr. Baal has prescribed have little effect. But, I persevere for the glory of the living god." His eyes had once been the solid black orbs of a Bishop.
She smiled, her own solid black eyes like the depths of space, and caressed his bald head. "The surgery was necessary so that no one suspects you are a Bishop. A Bishop within Maria Marapova's territory takes his life into his own hands."
"I am to return to New York, Sister?"
"Ithaca, to be exact. Our informant at Stallion's has reported they have encountered an immune. The Whore Caste there are protecting it."
"Heresy. I will find it and lobotomize it, Sister."
"No... you will bring it here for study." She walked away on her high heels. "It appears this immune has the ability to make other immunes. There are reports of it having returned the will of a transformed whore. And, our faithful Lorraine Love has reported being attacked by one who made a human into an immune - a human she knows was not immune a few minutes before."
"This is a pestilence! Surely, you must want me to destroy it?"
"No," Sister said. "Find it, and, when you have the opportunity? Subdue it and bring it the Cathedral for study. Dr. Baal is anxious to perform a vivisection."
He bowed. "As you command, Sister."
"Marapova is ever vigilant. You have no power over her, and if she discovers you in Ithaca? The Church will disavow you - do you understand? She can and will kill you, Cain."
"I have encountered her before, Sister. I live only for the glory of Morpheus and to serve his Church." He bowed his head. "If I must die for that, then so be it."
She turned back to him and placed her hand on his head. "Cain, our enemies are arrayed around us. They are everywhere. They wish to extinguish the light of
his
word, Cain. The day is fast approaching when we will have to bring Whore Caste to heel. We will show them their place."
"By killing the White Witches and the Whore Masters?" Cain asked with a smile.
"If need be, Cain. If need be."
***
Crumb stood in the shower and let the warm water run over her body. She had her right hand wrapped around the shower head to steady herself. The wooziness was like a fog around her, but it was beginning to subside.
What wasn't subsiding was the sexual desire that was nearly overpowering. Warren had brought her to orgasm over and over again. She had lost count of the number of times she came under his steady onslaught.
She should be satiated - she wasn't. She should be sore - she wasn't.
Instead she wanted more.
They had done something to her after she passed out. Something more than Bianca's breast milk and Warren's cum.
She rubbed her right hand over her lower abs. Her genitals weren't sore, but her tummy was. There was a stinging pain in her lower abdomen in the approximate position of each ovary.
"
A needle
," she thought. Had there been two injections at some point? It was so hard to separate fantasy from reality. Had Adam actually been there? Had he saved her? Or, was it just her subconscious creating a fantasy around her saving herself?
Crumb had gone straight to Lewis and Adam's dorm room after escaping from Dr. Love. She had to tell Lewis what happened, and she needed to know if Adam had actually saved her.
Neither were there.
So, she had gone into their suite's bathroom and taken a shower. The fact this was a boy's dorm hadn't registered on her still numb mind.
Besides, she had participated in a classroom orgy this morning, so showering in a boy's suite was almost chaste in comparison.
Her hand wandered down her abs to her mound. She stroked her clit with two fingers as she held herself up by the shower nozzle.
Crumb forced her hand away from her sex. "No," she mumbled. "I'm in control of my own body. This is ridiculous."
The bathroom door opened, and a boy walked in.
She had left the shower door open. Why had she done that?
The boy stopped dead in his tracks as he stared at Crumb in the shower.
He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts.
He was also carrying a magazine called "Leather Vixens."
Crumb looked from his face down to the magazine cover and back up again. "That's porn, isn't it?" She said as the water poured through her short hair and down her face.
The boy looked like a deer caught in headlights. He quickly hid the magazine behind his back. "N... No... I'm sorry, I didn't know anybody was..."
"You were going to masturbate, weren't you?" Crumb said. She looked down at his shorts and licked her lips.
"What?! No! No, I don't..."
"Oh, for fuck's sake - of course you do! You're a man. Men are like monkeys, they jerk off constantly. We're lucky you don't also throw shit." She nodded toward him. "Show me?"
He frowned. "Show you what?"
"Your dick, moron."
"Uh..."
She turned and leaned back against the shower wall. She spread her legs slightly giving him a good view of her pussy with her vertically pierced clit hood - it was the only piercing she had that wasn't a surgical steel safety pin. Instead, she had a Titanium, curved barbell. Her pubic hair was a thin 'landing strip' she kept carefully dyed platinum blonde to match her hair. "There, you've seen mine, now show me yours."
His shorts were beginning to show the effects of finding a pretty girl in the shower.
He looked down at his underwear doubtfully.
Crumb groaned. "Look, my boyfriend is six inches and thick, and this morning I was plowed by a guy who was packing something north of fourteen. I don't care if you're two inches or twenty. I want to see it, and I probably want it inside me unless it's covered with warts. I'm horny as fuck, and it's your lucky day."
The boy swallowed and shoved down his shorts.
Crumb raised an eyebrow and smiled. "I'll take a thick five. Get over here."
He smiled and dropped his magazine on the bathroom floor along with his t-shirt. He kicked off his sneakers and got in the shower with her.
Crumb crouched on her heels in front of him. "This needs to be quick. My boyfriend or his roommate will be back any minute, and I'm spending quality time with one or both of them as soon as they get here. Understand?"
His eyes bulged. "You
