Author's Note:
Okay, it might take longer than two months to finish this series...still, here we are at the penultimate chapter. The dominoes are falling and the story is sliding towards a conclusion.
The theme of this chapter is loss. Loss of love, loss of self, and, ultimately, loss of humanity. The darkest hour is rapidly approaching.
My hope is to finish Mummified Remains by the end of the summer, taking into account a few other projects I have in the works. Those projects include an anthology chapter for Organism-X which is shaping up to be gargantuan, along with a new series tentatively titled "The Beast of the Black Rose". In addition, I am in the early stages of fleshing out Zadza's Prize (for real this time lol), as well as working on a long-form super hero story which (hopefully) will be a more regular and episodic published work. Stay tuned!
***
June Ota lay in a puddle of her own fluids. Slobber, tears, pussy juice, and, of course, her sweet sweet breast milk. The creamy blue fluid dribbled from her massive knockers, slathering her pale belly. Every few seconds, she twitched.
June's tormentors loomed over her, giggling and smacking their blue stained lips. Each one of them had taken their fill from June's womanly fountains. The feeling of their soft, pillowy lips on her hyper sensitive nipples was impossible to describe. It was utterly maddening, but June hadn't stopped them. How could she? Her body was built for sex now. In a single day, her mosquito bites had turned into jugs. Her flat butt had turned into a perfect bubble butt. She was sexy and womanly to an inhuman degree. That kind of body came with urges. Deep, soul-destroying urges.
Beverly Watson's harpies had spent the better part of an hour gleefully torturing June. Their torture devices were their dexterous fingers, soft cherry lips, and bubbly tits. With these tools, they nuzzled and kissed and cuddled and sucked. Tongues slid into her pussy and feathered her clit. Fingers mashed the vast expanses of her bosom.
The dark sisters were not content to simply act on June's body. They forced her to participate. They forced their perfect tits into June's hands. They made her suck their nipples and eat their pussies out. June couldn't help herself. It was a buffet of female perfection and she was so very hungry. She ate and ate and ate until she was fit to burst.
When the torture finally stopped, only a small flicker of sanity remained in June. She tried desperately to find the words she wanted to say, but every time she came close to having a coherent thought, her mind short-circuited.
"Look at her," Kelsey, the leader of the pack, said. "She's too pathetic to become one of us."
Zoey Wilson, June's one time antagonist, smirked and agreed wholeheartedly.
"Maybe she can be our little pet instead."
"Ha, I like that! June, you can be our little pet cow. You must do everything we say, and always be ready to provide milkies!"
The final girl, Annie, spoke up suddenly. She looked uncomfortable and frustrated.
"This is a decision for our master to make. Besides, she has mostly become one of us. I can't imagine Beverly will leave her soul intact."
It was clear that Beverly Watson's taint was growing exponentially stronger. June felt it spreading like a fungus inside of her. She had absorbed so much of that darkness that it was hard to find any remaining light.
Meanwhile, the concubines were showing signs of the growing evil externally. With each passing hour, they looked less human. Their canines had sharpened into fangs and their fingernails were now black claws. Their ears had grown pointed, making them seem slightly batlike. When they licked June's body, they did so with long, pointed tongues that wiggled with unnatural grace and coordination. Worst of all, their eyes glowed a baleful red.
June knew she was not far behind the others. She ran her tongue along her top row of teeth and felt the sharpened points. Beverly may not have full control over June's soul, but her essence ran deep.
Kelsey did not seem to like the idea of sharing a sisterhood with June. She rebuked Annie and the pair began to bicker. Zoey's support vacillated as each girl delivered insults in turn.
They think I've lost my mind. Well the joke's on them. I'm feeling saner than ever!
June knew something the other girls didn't. Something special had happened that set the girl apart from the others.
Beverly Watson completely dominated the wombs of her concubines. Once her scalding hot jizz splattered a girl's insides, it sterilized any chance for new life. June knew this instinctively. She could feel the shattered ruins of potential in each girl. They would never bear children.
June was different. She had basked in Beverly's taint while retaining her womanhood. She had fucked two college boys raw under the influence of that taint and taken their seed into her body. June didn't know which boy actually managed to do it, and she didn't care. All that mattered was that one little spermy had hit its mark and found an egg.
Deep within June's womb, cells split apart in rapid succession. It was the smallest flicker of life, but in June's mutated state, she could feel that flicker with her entire being.
June patted her belly and whispered a soft greeting to her growing daughter. She understood now why she had been able to absorb so much of Beverly's essence. No wonder her breasts had grown so large and begun to lactate. All of her changes were in preparation for her sacred duty as a mother. June trembled at the thought of what she was becoming. She was so young. She practically felt like a kid herself! Still, June knew she had no choice. Already, she loved the growing little mutant in her belly more than anything in the world. Certainly more than Beverly. If that nasty, hulking demonic bitch had her way, she would burn June's darling child right out of her.
No, she's not taking this from me. I'm going to be a mother! I'm going to be a sexy, beautiful goddess of fertility and I'm going to bring life into this world!
June watched the concubines argue and plotted her escape.
***
Miranda Fontana awoke in a fog to find herself lying on a hardwood floor in what appeared to be a living room. The lights of the room were turned off, but a series of candles placed along a chalk circle provided enough light for her to see. Noora Abadi peered back at her from the shadows.
"Where am I? What happened?"
"To answer your first question, you are somewhere safe," Noora said. "The answer to the second question is a bit more complicated."
Suddenly, everything flooded back to Miranda. Her horrible decision, Lucy's broken hearted, wide-eyed expression, the sad, sweet call that Miranda sank all her hopes into. It all hit her at once.
"Lucy…the garden…shit, I need to be there!"
"I'm afraid that is not possible," Noora said.
"What the hell are you talking about? What did you do?"
"We are at my townhouse in McLean, seventeen minutes away from the college. I'm sorry, Miranda. There was no other option. You were being unreasonable."
An incandescent rage filled Miranda's heart. The professor had overstepped her boundaries for the last time and Miranda was having none of it. She staggered to her feet and ran at Noora with balled fists. Then, just before her foot crossed the chalk barrier of the circle, an unseen force blocked her path. Miranda tried to push past the force, but her body refused to budge.
Noora rubbed her arm and winced, as if she were nursing a sprain.
"I set up a spell to keep you in place. Clearly, I was right to do so."
"What is the matter with you? I never asked for this! You had no right! Now Lucy will think I abandoned her."
"You are free to call your friend and explain what happened. Feel free to blame me. However, I refuse to apologize. Some things are more important than petty drama."
"This isn't a petty drama! This is our entire goddamn friendship! Besides,
your
ex-best friend is out there prowling for victims. God only knows what Beverly did to my roommate. If she finds Lucy," Miranda clutched at her heart and felt herself wither. "If she finds her, I will never forgive myself."
"That is a risk I am willing to take, especially after consulting the book more regarding Beverly and her," Noora winced. "Condition."
Miranda wanted to slap Noora, but the woman was far out of range and the strange, repulsive force of the circle freaked her out.
"Fine, then tell me what's going on. Why am I so important?"
Suddenly, another figure stirred in the darkness. The man who confronted Noora in her office stood a few feet away with his arms crossed. The volatile rage he showed in the office was long gone, replaced by a hard, yet cautious look.
"I second that," the man said. "What is going on, Noora?"
Noora sighed and brushed her arm again before muttering something under her breath.
"You're going to think I'm crazy, Tyler."
"I'm not so sure about that after tonight."
"Fair enough. Fine, here is how I understand the present situation. The mummified phallus I foolishly handed over to Beverly once belonged to a demon. That demon had as its singular goal to reproduce. If it could do that, it could create a foothold for demonkind on Earth, ushering in a hellish new era. Seems pretty simple, right? Well it's not. The demon could not reproduce with just any girl. It needed a proper vessel to carry its child.
Anyways, the Fangshi, who were ancient Chinese sorcerers of a sort, decided they didn't want to live in hell on earth. They fought the demon in battle and won. Afterwards, they embalmed the body with incantations to prevent it from resurrecting. Everything was right as rain for a couple thousand years, but time has a way of wearing things down. The spells weakened, and then dissipated entirely.
Enter Beverly. She's just watched her best friend, who she's in love with, become engaged. She's depressed and frustrated and hates herself. All those negative emotions feed the severed demon penis, causing it to come back to life. It fuses itself to Beverly, turning her into some kind of hermaphroditic nightmare chimera of human and demon.
Now that the phallus has attached itself to Beverly, it is seeking to breed once more. I believe that Miranda is the vessel it's searching for. If Beverly finds her, it could be the end of the world as we know it."
Silence hovered over the darkened living room. Miranda's fiery temper extinguished as her blood ran cold. The thought of carrying Professor Watson's demonic baby was enough to make her stomach turn. She gently clutched her belly, trying to figure out what was so special about her womb that it could usher in the apocalypse.
The man was the first to speak.
"Look, I've seen some weird fucking things tonight, but this story doesn't sit right with me. Beverly and I haven't always seen eye to eye, but I know her and I know she isn't a monster. There has to be another explanation."
Noora shook her head in disgust.
"You are unbelievable. Even after everything that has happened – stuff you've seen with your own eyes, you still don't trust me."
"It's not that I don't–"
"Shut up, Tyler. I don't care if you don't believe me. I have too much to worry about right now. Miranda, sit back and don't move a muscle. I'm going to try that protection spell again. This should make it much harder for Beverly to touch you."
Noora began to speak words in a language Miranda didn't recognize and waved her hands wildly. It would have looked comical if every hair on Miranda's exposed arms and neck did not stand on end as Noora progressed through the spell.
"Noora, what are you doing?" The man asked.
"Shut up!" Without missing a beat, Noora returned to the spell.
