Karnigs Quest For World Domination Ch 02

World and Writing Clarifications:

- 'Nick' surrounded by commas denotes Nick's body as being controlled by Karnig

- Genital Magic: the main character, Nick is a female-to-male trans man. He has not received bottom surgery. Karnig's current magic can conjure a somewhat transparent cock that resides over Nick's vagina. The ethereal dick can touch and penetrate matter, but cannot be touched itself (unless Karnig wills it). Meaning Karnig can use it to push open a door but slamming the same door back will go right through the ghost cock and knock into his body (Moreso, how ghosts can stand on the floor but also walk through walls).

Chapter 2:

'Nick' sits in the back of a utility van. Besides a backpack to the side, the cabin is

empty. Despite parking in the shade, with the van off sweat starts to prick at the back of

'Nick's' neck. He slides a leg out in front of him and sighs.

"This is utterly boring" he groans aloud.

Sitting in an unmarked van for hours because you're a horrid rapist is boring? Great, let's go do something else.

"No, you are fully aware we have work to do." 'Nick' says aloud again before Karnig continues mentally,

And besides I didn't see you complaining when we reaped the rewards from last time.

I still don't get it. Did you mind-control the guy? Hypnotize him? Cast a spell? The man just went mute and handed over the keys and registration.

Nick asks.

'Nick' chuckles and crosses his arms. Yes,

hypnosis my young friend. A demon lording over snakes should be charming, should he not? I used to hypnotize armies of men and sic them upon each other for sport. The salesman possessed inferior beta energy. It was easy enough to hypnotize him with one concubine. After we acquire the next, we aim for the deed to the manor we saw in White Ridge.

That mansion you keep driving past?! I already rent a place, you really intend to just move me out of my life?

You believe that small shithole to be large enough to house a harem?

You said you liked it...

I lied. We need more room. We both deserve better anyway. Why are you renting land when some ashen wrinkled meatsack rakes in money for sitting upon his ass? We should be sitting upon our ass!

We are.

But not in a mansion. That'll change soon my friend.

'Nick' gets up to a kneel and peers out the back window.

And soon it is. Right on cue. And she has yet to cross to the other side of the street!

'Nick' drags the backpack from its corner to his side. He rips open the zipper and pulls out a bundle of pre-cut rope and a roll of tape, before tossing the bag deeper into the cabin. Outside a taller woman jogs under a canopy of trees. She weaves between fallen sticks and cracks in the sidewalk, ponytail flicking side to side a moment behind her body.

'Nick' began tailing her a week ago. Every day she jogs from her home through a wooded park and back, taking approximately 45 minutes. Upper middle class living and a lack of watching crime shows must have led to having such predictable behavior. Still, Nick pities her and cheers every time she makes the rational decision to cross the street before passing the van. But a week parked in the same place leads to complacency. Keeping dead on, the woman passes the back of the van.

'Nick' busts open the back door, grips the crook of her arm, and pulls in. Bangs echo throughout the van as she clatters into the cabin. The door slams shut. 'Nick' grabs an ankle and drags her straight. Supplies in hand he climbs over top.

"What the hell? Get off of me!" she yells, squirming.

'Nick' wraps the bight a few times around her wrists and finishes it off in a double column tie. He pulls the rope and her arms over her head and ties it to a loop welded onto the floor.

This is why you had us out with a blowtorch last week? How many hooks did we add in here? You're fucked up.

I prefer the term ingenuitive.

"I said get the fuck off of me! HELP! SOMEONE!" She kicks at 'Nick', hardly nudging him, as she flails against her tied arms.

'Nick' stretches out a strip of tape and rips it off.

"GO AWAY! HELP-" she gets cut off by the tape being pressed across her face.

'Nick' takes the remaining two lengths of rope and restrains each ankle to its thigh in a frog tie. Now that she is fully bound, he sits back for a moment and admires his work. Her knees rock back and forth forcefully as she tries to wriggle out of the rope. Muffled yelling that turns more and more desperate travels through the tape.

'Nick' pulls the bag from the corner and brings out a small pocketknife. The cries quiet down for a moment as her gaze fixes on the blade flicking open.

Murmured "no's" repeat from the tape as 'Nick' slips the blade under and up against the fabric of her sports bra. The cloth splits cleanly down the middle revealing her breasts, pricked with sweat. The no's turn to sniffling as tears well up at her waterline.

Please, you don't have to do this. We don't even know this woman. Wasn't my girlfriend enough?

You know we must do this.

'Nick' moves the blade to her athletic pants and cuts a hole before setting the knife aside. Fingers hooked into the hole of the fabric; he tears it wider until her entire crotch is exposed.

This one is clean shaven.

'Nick' takes his thumbs and spreads apart the lips of her pussy. He runs them down the inner labia, separating it more. One thumb dips in. He thrusts his thumb a few times, wetting it to rub down her clit. Over a few moments her clit protrudes more, and fluid starts to drip onto her torn clothes. Tensed muscles loosen despite her whimpering.

Sitting up, 'Nick' undoes his belt and shoves his pants to his knees. A single button popped on his briefs and the transparent purple cock emerges. 'Nick' presses his thumb into its base and angles it down towards her pussy. Head spreads her hole wide, and he sinks slowly into her. Warm walls squeeze against his cock. 'Nick' leans down and plants his arms on the floor when he hears a noise to his side. A wireless earbud bumps music faintly on the floor of the van. With a smirk 'Nick' picks it up and returns it to the woman's ear.

Was that necessary?

I believe so, yes.

'Nick' withdraws completely, holding the head against her entrance, then shoves back in. The pleasure crawls up Nick's skin from his groin as the ethereal cock strokes into her twitching pussy. 'Nick' slows his assault and removes one arm from the ground. He grabs a handful of her breasts and squeezes. The woman makes a sharp, annoyed moan. He glides his thumb across her nipple with a few small circles. He gently rubs the hardening nip between his thumb and forefinger, before closing his mouth over it. His tongue flicks across and he sucks lightly. The woman's protesting moans turn to a higher pitch.

She squeezes her thighs against 'Nick's' sides. The fat shaft glides in easier as she grows wetter. Skin slapping against skin echoes in the metal van. Sweat drips from 'Nick's' brow onto the woman's chest. 'Nick' feels her flex on his cock, and he steadies his rhythm. Each thrust causes her arms, shoulders, and pussy to clench down. She whips her head to the left, right, then back. Her feet press away from the floor against the ropes. 'Nick' times his pounding with her cries. The rope creaks and 'Nick' empties his seed into her cumming pussy.

Nut secured, the familiar purple light glows from beneath her skin. This time, a two-sided decal etches across her womb. The left side pulses with light and returns to a faint glow.

Only 2 this time?

Not as rare, requires less fucking. You should be grateful, you have less to do.

'Nick' releases his grip on the woman and sits up.

Now, I've prepared a surprise for you, my dear friend.

For me?

Nick's spirit runs cold at the implication.

The bag returns once more as 'Nick' pulls out a vibrator and its accompanying controller. Pulling aside the crotch of his briefs, 'Nick' slides the vibrator into his own vagina. The woman looks down quizzically.

I knew you were into this. Look how easy that slid in

That's not true, I'm just-

If only your girlfriend could see you like this. Wet over assaulting some girl.

Shut up! I'm not- stop talking bullshit!

'Nick' adjusts his briefs around the base of the vibrator, holding it in place. He unhooks the woman's arms and pulls them up and forward. Above, he latches them to another hook welded to the roof of the van. Hands guiding her hips, 'Nick' positions her dripping hole over his erect cock. Slowly, she sinks onto him, tip spreading apart the swollen walls once more. She reluctantly lets out a low moan.

'Nick' reaches over and grabs the knife from earlier. He flicks it open and cuts the rope on either leg, letting her calves loose to the floor. Her free body weight drives her down further, pushing past her cervix. The woman winces and wriggles back halfway up his shaft. 'Nick' returns the knife before pressing the controller. A faint buzzing noise erupts as the vibrator turns on within Nick.

Fuck, stop it! I can't, please I don't want this.

Stop lying, I can feel you want it.

He places a hand on either of her thighs and presses down. To little avail, she strains against his hand. 'Nick' lets her push herself up on her knees before pulling down again. Slowly, he strokes against her cum soaked walls, while she struggles upward. The vibrator grinds into 'Nick' as his briefs move. Her moans pick up as 'Nick' drives the tip of his cock upward. Juices mix between 'Nick' and the stranger, flooding his boxers.

She's almost as big of a slut as you are. A whore and a man-whore, both soaking.

Shut up

Why? So you can hear her moan on your cock more?

The woman tightens down against 'Nick', causing him to clench onto his own vibrator. Karnig allows her to fall through his cock enough to grind against 'Nick's' clit. He renews his grip on her hips, forces her up, then slams her down. Pressed firmly against 'Nick', as deep as he can go, he rolls her hips in small circles. 'Nick' slides her slowly back up and repeats, forcing into her each time harder. Her breasts bounce harshly with each thrust. Sweat refuses to evaporate in the mugginess of the van, drenching the pair. 'Nick' picks up the pace, bouncing her off him like a paddle ball. The briefs wedge the vibrator forward, igniting a low

wrrrrr

.

Oh fuck.

'Nick's' clit screams with pleasure, while he wishes he could crawl away from the sensation. Her soaking cunt presses against 'Nick's' one more time as its spread wide by his cock, and his vision erupts. 'Nick' unleashes a second load into her pussy. Her head bends forward, her hair now fallen from the ponytail, obscuring her face. She remains motionless besides the occasional shiver on his dick. 'Nick' slips out from under her, letting her hips slump to the floor. He removes and turns off the sopping vibrator, replacing it and the other contents of the van back in the bag.

The right side of the emblem begins to faintly pulse purple before settling with the other. Nick looks through to the woman who remains unnaturally still. Suddenly her head lurches back. Eyes stare strained at the ceiling. Nick can see the blood vessels pop in her eyes and temples. Hair begins to fall out a few strands at a time, then whole locks. Her natural skin-tone fades to gray. Across the scalp little green nubs erupt. Beaded vines pop from the pores and begin to trickle down her face.

Nails bounce off her head and fall between the two. 'Nick' looks up to reveal raw nail beds. Small chips of wood wriggle from underneath the skin at the base of the bed, replacing the nails. Behind the tape the woman chokes and gurgles. The edges begin to slip from the saliva pooling in her mouth.

A creaking noise emerges from shuffling. Her entire body stretches before them, growing. Her hands hit the top of the van and begin to curl forward. Over her pubis a small soft patch of grass arises.

Cute.

The shaking, the creaking, the moans of pain all stop. The woman slowly slumps forward, being caught backward by her bound arms.

So, what now?

Nick mentally demands of Karnig.

You are not curious as to what succubus we obtained? Why can you never indulge me?

You indulge yourself enough. Are we letting her go? She's not like my girlfriend. She has her own home to get back to. She might have a family... oh man now I'm really freaking out. Why do you have to get MY DNA everywhere for your fucked up schemes?!

Shut up!

'Nick' slaps himself across the face.

Can hardly hear myself think with all your nonsense. You believe she can return home like this? Humans can't take care of a nymph! She'd wilt in a week! I say, we take another Wendy's trip, fix her up-

Wendy's doesn't work for all women. That was just my girlfriend.

... However it is done, we remedy her and acquire our estate. We should not lack for room to store her there.

One track mind, that's what you have.

Someone must possess the brains between the two of us.

You think with your cock not your brains.

'Nick' unhooks the woman from the roof and lies her down. He fixes the tape back over her mouth before heading out the back of the van. 'Nick' walks around to the driver's door and gets in. He turns the key over in the ignition. Hot air bursts from the vents, blowing his hair against his damp forehead.