The Networ: Chapter 9

Chapter 9

The phone rang more times than Sheila would have Liked. She hoped the cowboy from the diner would answer at such a late hour. She needed energy. She felt horrible about what had happened to Marius. She had taken thirty years of his life before Ishtar could stop her. She had nearly killed him. It was as if she had been consumed by an undeniable thirst she needed to quench.

"Answer damn it," she growled under her breath.

The collar on the panties Joshua had given her would no longer fit over what had been her clit. According to Ishtar, it was another effect of the energy transfer from Marius, his offering. It accelerated her transformation.

She couldn't truly think of it as a clit anymore. The head had developed a thin

sensitive ridge around it now, and her urethra had started to form at the base. If it continued to grow at this rate, she could stand up and piss soon. Ishtar said that by the weekend she would have the real deal. It was all happening so fast. It excited Rosa and concerned Sheila. But, it felt right. Everything about Ishtar felt right.

"Hello," a sleepy voice said into her ear.

"Hey, Charlie. I'm sorry I woke you, sweetie, but I was in the neighborhood and hoped we could talk," Sheila said in her sexiest Rosa voice.

"Who the hell is this? I aint tryin' to buy nothin'."

He was clearly upset about being stirred at 3 a.m.

"We met at Guido's diner a few days ago. This is Rosa."

His demeaner suddenly changed.

"I'm... I'm sorry, I was a sleepin'," he stammered.

"I know, I'm sorry, sweetie. Can I stop by for a minute?"

She had his interest, now she needed to keep it.

"I would like to talk about your big problem," Rosa added.

The line fell silent.

"Are you there, Charlie?"

"Yeah, I'm at 214 fourth street. My house is above my garage. Are you coming right off?"

His breathing had become noticeably heavier.

"I'll see you in about ten minutes, if that's ok."

"Awright, see ya then."

The phone line clicked.

Sheila considered it fair trade. Charlie would get a fantasy fulfilled and she would get energy to give to Ishtar to replace what she had taken from Marius. Tomorrow Charlie would have a terrible hangover, but would recover in a day or two. Sheila knew that hangover well.

She wouldn't let the horse-dicked cowboy fuck her though. He was clearly large enough to seriously hurt her. But whatever else he wanted was fair game. Time was of the escence, she only had a couple

of hours to do this. Bring him to peak and take his energy offering. Simple.

Everybody wins.

Marius was waiting.

* * *

Sheila climbed the poorly lit stairs that were attached to the side of the large metal garage. An oval sign with an arrow pointed up the stairs and had one word painted on it in faded red paint: "Office."

Sheila could see lights on in the upper floor of the structure.

Good. He was waiting.

Standing outside the door at the top of the stairs, she checked herself one last time. She had decided not wear underwear at all, since the ring quit fitting around her...

What was it now?

She chuckled, deciding she would name it half-cock. Everything felt uncomfortable anyway against her rapidly changing parts. Besides, she thought proudly, it was beginning to hang down like a real one now.

Rosa tapped lightly several times on the old door.

The door was filthy all around the doorknob where greasy hands gripped it on a daily basis.

She heard heavy steps plodding to the door, and the curtain was pulled aside as Charlie peeked out. He licked his lips and smiled through the glass at the woman he knew as Rosa.

"Hiya, Charlie." She made a cute two fingered wave.

Charlie fumbled with the locks on the door, and a few moments later pulled it open. He was wearing a comfortable looking robe that fell to his calves, and a pair of soft slippers. The robe was tied at the waist, and Sheila could see a definite bulge below that. He was already getting hard.

"Come in," he said, still smiling.

Sheila slid between Charlie and the open door, allowing the cheek of her tight butt to slide across the lump in the front of his robe.

His bulge immediately started to grow larger. Charlie made a slight, low growling sound.

"I'll put sornething more on," Charlie offered, attempting to sheild his bulge from her view.

"Why Charlie?" Sheila looked down at his bulge. "I think you look fine."

Charlie shuffled over to a ragged, and dirty-blue recliner. He dropped down into it. He wore a puzzled expression.

"Have a seat, Missy."

He motioned to an old couch.

There were a number of automotive magazines strewn across a coffee table in front of him. Clearly, not many people had ever visited here.

Sheila looked around the space Charlie lived in. Several dirty dishes sat on an end table next to him. But, with exception of the dishes, the room was actually quite tidy. Nearly everything was worn and ragged, but neat.

She strolled across the room and took the offered seat. Not having time to waste, she tossed him a sexy look.

"l have a proposition for you, Charlie," Rosa said sweetly.

Charlie sat quietly, still struggling with the growing bulge tangled in the folds of his robes. He stared at Sheila's hard nipples.

"I will help you with your rather large problem, Charlie, but I need to be in total control. Whatever I say goes. Do you understand?"

Charlie nodded yes, but was clearly still confused. He almost looked irritated while struggling with his growing cock.

"For starters, Charlie, let that thing go. It isn't going to offend me." She raised her eyebrows.

He slowly removed his hands. His half-hard problem lifted up against the soft cloth in a thick arch. Though still covered in the cloth, his enormous manhood was very apparent. He remained quiet, staring at her breasts.

"Here's the deal, Charlie. You don't do anything I don I t ask you to do. I run the show."

Energy radiated from him.

Sheila could feel the energies fueling his desires which were steadily rising.

She was sure this wouldn' t take too long.

He seemed to be clear on the rules. There was still something she needed to cover.

"One more thing. I'm different from other girls. Can you handle different, Charlie?"

Rosa winked at him.

Charlie shrugged.

Rosa decided there was no better way to explain than to show him. Spreading her legs, she pushed her short red skirt up above her waist. The head of her little half-cock sagged down in front of her very moist

pussy lips. Its tiny head was covered in her extensive hood, which looked more like a foreskin now. She pushed the foreskin back off of her glassy-smooth head.

Charlie looked at the little half-cock and smiled. After a few seconds he asked laughingly, "Is that yer bug?"

Being aware that Charlie meant clit, she answered, "Yes, I suppose it is. Is it a problem?"

"Nope." Charlie grinned. "I gots a whopper of a cock and you gots a whopper of a bug." He then began to laugh raucously.

Sheila smiled, holding her skirt up, and stroked her "bug" as he had called it. Sheila liked the term, it was cute. Rosa liked the term half-cock. she couldnt wait for it to fully develop into a whole one.

"I'll trade you, Charlie," Rosa said walking towards his chair.

"I'll play with yours if you play with mine, but you gotta stay in the chair, ok, Charlie?"

His cock stood fully upright creating a peak in the cloth of his robe. It clearly wanted out to play.

"Ok," he breathed out in a near whisper. He cleared his throat and added, "Can ya take yer tits out?"

Charlie is a tit man,

Rosa noted.

"I'll do better than that, Big boy,"

Rosa slowly teased her clothes off while Charlie watched. This really caused the energy levels to build in Charlie. She decided to take advantage of this and stood over him for five or ten minutes squeezing her tits and pulling her nipples roughly. She thought he might cum right then; his energy began to glow hot white.

Good boy, Charlie.

Charlie tossed the robe open, uncovering his large problem below. He stroked his huge cock roughly as he watched her strip and handle her full, round breasts. He had nothing on below the robe.

Rosa smiled, knowing Charlie had expected to get lucky tonight. She wouldn' t disappoint him.

Priestess Rosa moved nearer to her subject, and pushed her nearly erect half cock out toward him to see what he would do.

He reached out, gripped it, and stroked it gently between his coarse fingers.

The Priestess moved her half-cock closer and watched intently as he pulled it between his fingers for a few minutes. She thrust her hips to meet his strokes.

He finally said, "yer bug even gets hard." He seemed entertained.

Each time the rough skin of his finger slid across her sensitive head she flinched. Her half-cock now stood out from her body four inches and was about one half an inch thick. It ached it was so hard.

The beginnings of a urethra was beginning to form at the base and two small and very sensitive nodules were forming to either side. This had alarmed Sheila initially but Ishtar explained they would become testicles.

Her transformation was coming about quicker than she had imagined, though Ishtar had told her that it would as she took offerings. The whole thing was a bit uncomfortable at times, but exciting, too.

She wanted him to suck her hard little bug. Rosa wanted her first head job. The thought caused her to feel giddy inside.

If I do a good enough job on him he will return the favor,

she decided.

Charlie's huge cock stood up from his lap like a thick flag pole, It was enormous. Sheila knew that there was no way she could let him put it in her without being hurt. It was going to be difficult for her to go down on him, but she had to try.

She knelt in front of Charlie, smiled a sexy smile, looked up at him and asked, "How big is it?"

She gripped his large shaft with both hands, and stroked him. It wasn't as thick as a beer bottle as she had first thought, but it was still well over two inches thick. The head was larger than she remembered.

"Its near sixteen inches long. I used a measurin' stick along it one time."

He then shook his head like a man haunted by a curse.

"Useless. Nobody wants it," he added sadly.

Sheila suddenly felt sorry for Charlie. His size must have kept him from getting laid most of his life. She kissed the large, round head of his cock a few times before starting to push it between her lips. Looking up at Charlie, she slowly forced the purple ball, stretching her lips tight, until it was nearly in her mouth.

She struggled to get the thick ridge of his head to pass her lips, but moving around the circumference, she finally stretched it completly into her waiting mouth.

It felt as if she held an entire apple inside of her mouth. She tried to shift her tongue around his head but found it difficult to move it past her mouthful.

Charlie unexpectedly pushed another inch of shaft in with it. His large round head stopped at the back of her throat.

Rosa gagged.

She pushed against him lightly to let him know she was at her limit then she started to suck as hard as she could on all of it.

Charlie groaned and growled again like he had when she brushed against his growing erection while entering his house.

He suddenly and violently grabbed two fistfuls of her hair, tangling his fingers up in its strands. He then jammed his cock forcefully into the back of her throat. He pulled her hair so hard she was sure she would lose some of it, and would have yelped if not for the huge mass of flesh pushed into her wind pipe.

She gripped a fistful of his balls and twisted them, but he didn't even flinch.

Sheila pushed against Charlie's legs in an attempt to dislodge his huge cock from her throat.

He pushed her down onto it more forcefully as she fought.

She could feel the energies rising in him and knew he intended to hold her right where she was until he came, but she wasn't sure she could last that long. She fought in growling snorts for every small sip of air she managed to steal, and found herself hoping he would finish quickly.

She started to feel the hurt, and angry thoughts that raced through Charlie's mind. She couldnt read his specific thoughts, more like strong emotions and feelings blending with the energies that were rising in him.

Sheila didn't believe he was aware that he was hurting her. He just needed release so badly that he was driven by mindless anguish.

He forced his hard, hot cock deeper down into her throat with each of his violent thrusts. His thick shaft now never coming out of her far enough for her to breathe at all.

She was suffocating and would be dead by the time he came.

Sheila reached down and touched the crescent moon piercing in her belly button and wished to be with Ishtar. But all she could think of was breathing. He was killing her. Her body begged for air.

Help me, Ishtar!

she screamed in her thoughts.

I can't breathe!

She couldn't concentrate enough to transport. She could only cry out for help.

Sheila didn't travel to Ishtar.

Her Goddess didnt answer.

She was on her own.

Her world began to go hazy around the edges. She couldn't breathe and she knew if this lasted much longer she wouldn't survive it.

Charlie's large cock banged down into her throat, her air way, gagging her. She felt sick and afraid, and didn't want to die. This would be the weapon she would be killed with.

Charlie plunged deeper and deeper into her throat and howled like an animal. He tensed and his cum filled her mouth and throat.

She choked on the the thick hot liquid that felt as if it was pouring out of every hole in her head.

His energies flowed freely as well, radiating out in powerful waves. Sheila quickly absorbed all of the energy she could in an attempt to save herself from death.

Charlie held his cock deep in her throat.

Darkness took her.

* * *

"Wake up, Precious one."

Ishtar's voice called lovingly from some place far away that Sheila couldn't find. She searched for her Goddess.

Sheila's eyes burned.

Her whole body tingled, and her head throbbed in pounding pain with each beat of her heart.

Sheila slowly became aware that she was still alive.

The obstruction had been removed from her throat. She could breathe, though it was very difficult.

Ishtar cradled her in her arms. She was sending soothing energies to Sheila to calm her.

Sheila could still taste Charlie's cum and feel his powerful energies vibrating throughout every fiber of her being.

Charlie's blurry home finally began to come into focus.

Marius stood behind Ishtar with a concerned expression. He was all business now. He was in full protective soldier mode. He was wearing a black suit and aviator sunglasses. He reminded Sheila of a secret service agent. He was looking down on something behind Ishtar.

Sheila sat up and tried to shake off the grogginess. She spat some of Charlie's cum onto the floor.

Marius moved between Sheila and the recliner. Sheila wondered why he had done that. He was trying to hide something.

"What's going on, Sheila finally asked.

Ishtar motioned for Marius to move and allow Sheila to see.

Marius looked concerned, but followed her wishes.

Charlie still sat in his dirty, blue recliner, He looked like a human raisin, as if everything had been sucked from his body. A paper shell over bones wearing a toothy and open-mouth surprised expression. He looked like a startled Mummy. What remained of his large cock still stood erect; although, withered and only one quarter the size it had been.

Charlie was very dead.

"It's not your fault, My Priestess," Ishtar attempted to soothe her.

Sheila stared blankly at what was left of Charlie's body, feeling sick. She had done this to him. Just as she had nearly killed Marius she had now killed Charlie. Her stomach churned, threatening to purge itself.

"A deserved fate," Marius grunted. "He would have killed you, Priestess."

"Not intentionally." She spoke quietly and mournfully.

A large tear rolled down Sheila's face. She jumped up from the floor and ran into the adjoining room, discovering it was the bathroom.

Ishtar followed in her thoughts.

Please, Precious one, it was an accident, a moment of self preservation.

"He didn't mean to hurt me!" Sheila screamed from the bathroom, sobbing.

He was killing you.

Ishtar pointed out.

Sheila knelt in front of the dead man's toilet, and lost the contents of her stomach into the bowl. She vomited convulsively, sickened by the knowledge that she had absorbed another human being. She had taken a life. No one had been there to save Charlie, and a man was dead.

She couldn 't fix that.

"Goddess," Marius looked to Ishtar shaking his head.

"Give her a few minutes. Absorbing someone is not easy the first time," Ishtar said, looking to Marius understandingly.

"We must leave here," he said with concern. "They would have detected this."

"I'll follow when I have calmed her." Ishtar wore an expression of finality.

Marius nodded his understanding and walked away reluctantly.

"I'll dispose of the husk," he said, placing his hand on Charlie's shell. They both disolved into countless particles of light.

Sheila flushed the toilet. She closed the lid and sat on top of it, Suddenly becoming aware of the fact that she was still nude.

An irritating burning sensation was coming from just above the folds of her peach as well as a dull ache that seemed to be coming from... She looked down stunned. A fully formed penis now hung limp over the soft pink folds of her peach. It was fully covered in a thin foreskin sheath. At either side of it hung two small testicles.

She didn't even care now. The thing Rosa had so looked forward to had happened and Sheila just didnt care.

She stood, wiping the sting of spent tears from her eyes. The spigot hissed as she turned the handle on then splashed water onto her face. She clenched her eyes tightly as she tried to wash the image of Charlie from her mind.

Trembling shudders overwhelmed her again. How could she ever get over taking another person's life.

He was gone.

Sheila finally opened her eyes and looked into the mirror over the sink. She wanted to look into the eyes that were capable of such a heinous act. She wanted to condemn them. Instead, she stood, mouth agape, stunned, staring into the eyes of her sixteen year old self.

Ishtar stood behind Sheila quietly. She watched her reaction to the image in the mirror. She moved into the bathroom and wrapped her arms around her young Priestess.

"How," Sheila managed to whisper.

"You absorbed the mongrel's years, more accurately, the energies that would have provided them."

Ishtar smiled into the mirror.

Sheila began to sob uncontrollably again. "It's not fair, Ishtar, I'm a monster."

"I want to show you something, Sweet one. Something I took from the trash you absorbed just before he died."

Ishtar sent the images and memories Charlie had been experiencing when he was pushing his cock deep into her throat. She gave Sheila his thoughts as if Sheila had been in his head in his final moments.

Disturbing images filled Sheila's mind. Charlie was anticipating driving his cock deep into Sheila's every opening. It didn't concern him if he hurt her or even killed her. He had been mentally deciding what he would do with the body after he used her to satisfy his needs. He had finally decided to bury her in an empty lot behind the garage with the others.

He had done this many times before.

"You were going to save him," Sheila said incredulously.

"Until I saw his thoughts." Ishtar hugged her Priestess tightly to her and whispered, "We must go. The council may have detected what has happened."