WARNING: THIS IS A HORROR STORY. THIS PART INCLUDES GORE, MONSTERS, WEIRD SLIMY SEX, MILD INCEST, AND MORE. THIS STORY IS GROSS AND A LITTLE VIOLENT.
I wrote most of this part right after I posted the last section. I just sat on it for awhile because I was considering if it was too extreme. Finally I decided I would just post the damn thing. I’m not violating any rules, AFAIK – and I double checked the sidebar. If I am doing anything wrong, please let me know and I will remove it.
As with the previous installments, if this sort of thing is not your cup of tea, please do not read any further. I want readers to have fun – not be disturbed. Please heed all warnings!
That aside, if this is your thing, then read on and enjoy. As always, I read and appreciate all comments, even if I do not necessarily have the time to reply.
Thanks.
Clementina
Part V
I stared in mute horror at the object in my hand. My father’s wedding ring. One of those decomposing male corpses in the dark chamber was my father. He had died a horrifying death.
And I suddenly realized why that red-headed woman I had just fucked looked familiar. She was the assistant he disappeared with – she had a name, what was it? Dee, her name was Dee. The reason I hadn’t recognized her is because she had been slender once, but now she had changed and filled out – taking on a shape similar to Clementina – and, I realized – similar to the statue in the chamber where I now sat. I looked up at the ancient stone sculpture in front of me. The statue was an over-exaggeration of what these creatures made their hosts.
These creatures – they were parasites, at least the black ones were, I wasn’t sure about the cream-colored ones yet. When they took over a woman’s body, they did things to it, both physically and mentally.
I thought of the creature that had emerged from Dee’s mouth. If I hadn’t been able to rip it from my throat before it got inside of me, what would have happened to me? I looked up at the statue in front of me.
The female statue was comically extreme, but it was the right idea. If a guy’s cock grew to half the statue’s proportion it would be well over a foot.
But the men in the chamber beyond didn’t look like that, they were decomposing and slowly dying. Whomever this statue depicted, it wasn’t people who had been infected by the black creatures.
My eyes wandered down to the pool below. My cadre of little creamy friends were still hovering on the surface of the pool, looking at me warily.
The white creatures. The little guy I had been holding before had tried to poke into my mouth. I bet that was the answer.
I crawled to the pool. The creature that had been riding my shoulders before crawled out and sat on the lip of the pond, looking up at me. I thought of opening my mouth, letting him slip in, seeing what happened. Part of me wanted that. But I realized that if I was wrong, I was fucked. I glanced over at the journal that still sat on the chest in the corner. I bet that held the answers.
I petted the creamy snake creature, then got up and wiped the slime and blood off myself as best I could.
I still needed to finish the plumbing job before Clementina came back. Until I got this sorted out, I needed to play it cool. I needed to talk to my mother. We needed a strategy. And we needed to read this journal.
Looking down, I suddenly realized I was still naked and my clothes were in the chamber with the women and the corpses. I wasn’t sure how I was going to explain that, but I wasn’t going back in there after them.
I made my way back out into the basement chamber I had started in, slid the fake pile of rocks back in place, and went to work on the pipes as best as I could with shaking hands.
As I worked, I thought about what I had just witnessed. It was horrifying, but it was also unbelievable. If my mother and I went to the authorities and told them about this, we would have ended up in the psyche ward. For better or for worse, this was our problem to deal with.
I worked as quickly as I could, and in about an hour I was ready to turn the water back on. As I made my way through the crawlspaces to the water shut off, my phone chimed. It was a text from my mother.
“How much longer?” she asked.
“About to turn on water. Hopefully no leaks,” I shot back. “Have fun?”
“Yes – no – hard to explain – but I need you back here soon. You learn anything?” came the text back.
“I have bad news.” I texted a picture of my father’s ring.
“Oh fuck,” she replied, and a second later another message came back. It was a photo of Clementina. She was naked, hog-tied, and laying in the bathtub, a layer of slime coating her and the bottom of the tub. Next to the tub was white bucket with a piece of wood on top of it, weighted down with several volumes of an encyclopedia. I could see a shadow of something inside the bucket. I was pretty sure I knew what was slithering within.
This was followed by a selfie of my mother naked, covered in slime.
“We have a lot to talk about,” her text said. “Wrap up and get back here.”
“You don’t fucking know the half of it,” I replied, including a similar selfie of myself naked, covered in slime, mud, and blood. “Be there in a few.”
I finished up, wrapped myself in a towel from Clementina’s closet, and made my way home.
My mother was standing in the front hall when I came in. We stood there for a moment, naked, staring at each other, then the moment broke and we fell into each other’s arms. It wasn’t an erotic embrace, it was a sad, tired, emotionally drained embrace.
We finally separated.
“What the fuck happened?” I asked. She took my hand and led me to the bathroom. Clementina lay in the tub, coated in slime, naked and hog-tied, like I had seen in the pic.
“Fuck both of you,” Clementina spat, anger and rage glowing in her eyes. “When I get free, you will pay. I will devour your souls.”
A convulsion shook her body and a spout of slime shot from her mouth. She shook again.
With that convulsion, a change came over her. The rage drained from her face, and a calmer demeanor took over.
“Please, help me…” she whispered. Then another convulsion, and the rage returned. She glowered at us silently.
“She’s been going back and forth like this for the past hour,” my mom said, shaking her head.
“How…what…Jesus Christ…” I stammered.
My mom sighed and began her account of the past few hours.
“She came over as planned,” she said. “We flirted a little, I opened a bottle of wine – nothing beats a little day drinking when you are trying to buy time. I showed lots of skin – so did she. We both knew what we were after, so it didn’t take long before we were making out on the couch. Once we got past the kissing stage and got naked, she took over. She was no stranger to satisfying a woman. Oh. My. God. That girl can do things with her tongue that make me all wet just thinking about it. The first round of sex was hard, fast, intense and incredible. We ended up on the living room floor in a 69 and we both came hard.”
My mom shook her head and sighed as she continued.
“As we cooled a bit, she rolled over on top of me and asked me how many more rounds I was up for. I told her as many as she wanted, and I meant it. Honestly, I hoped you would hurry up so you could join us. I knew that some of my euphoria came from her breast milk – which was everything you said it would be and more – but also just from her being such an incredible lover. I had surrendered to the experience.
“I was laying on my back on the floor, and she was on all fours above me, her face above mine. She told me to open my mouth and close my eyes because she had a surprise for me. Stupidly I did what she told me.”
My mom nudged the bucket by the tub with her toe. Something rustled slickly inside.
“Let me guess,” I said. “A black snake-like thing came out of her mouth and tried to get down your throat, right?”
“Yes!” my mother exclaimed. “Oh my God, how did you know? I realized what was happening and managed to grab it before it got too far in. I threw it in the corner against the wall and I think I stunned it because it stopped moving for awhile. That let me focus on Clementina, who had begun to rage and attack me. I rolled out from under her and got to my feet. For the first time ever, those kick boxing classes came in handy outside of the gym. I knocked her out, tied her up and dumped her slimy little friend in a bucket. Then I texted you.”
I shook my head. There was a pause in the conversation as we stood there, watching Clementina vacillate back and forth between threatening to kill us and begging us for help.
“So what happened to you?” my mom finally prompted gesturing at my slimy, muddy, bloody body. I filled her in on everything that had gone on in Clementina’s cellar and the chambers beyond, showing her the photos on my phone of the statue, the chambers. Finally I fetched the journal and my father’s wedding ring from my tool bag.
When I showed my mother the wedding band, tears welled up in her eyes.
“He was always so distant,” she said. “I wasn’t upset with losing him to another woman, because I knew he never really was mine. But for him to die this way, I never would have asked that for my worst enemy, let alone the man I once loved with all my heart.” She leaned against me and I held her while she cried, and I wept next to her.
After a few minutes, we composed ourselves.
“So, what do we do now?” my mom asked, still sniffling. “Any ideas?”
I looked down at Clementina, who still was shifting back and forth between pleas for help and spews of hatred. I knelt beside her and waited for the calmer side to take over for a moment. When her eyes cleared, I spoke to her.
“What do we do? How can we help you?” I asked.
She seemed unable to speak, but her eyes roved then locked. I followed her gaze. It rested on the journal. I picked it up and looked back at her. She nodded, then another surge took over and she convulsed. When she stopped shaking, she began hurling insults at us again.
I pulled the journal open and began flipping through the pages, honing in on the page I had seen earlier in the cellar – the one with the two diagrams of the creatures. I read the text around them, my mother reading over my shoulder.
The creatures were called (in the notes) phallites. Despite the seriousness of the situation I had to suppress a giggle. Whoever named them definitely had a sense of humor. There were two types, dark and light. They were parasites, and would invade the human body through whatever orifice they could find – mouth, anus, vagina. Though they had very similar lifecycles, the impacts on the host were markedly different.
The cream-colored creatures were mostly benign. They would live in the human body and cause some changes to the sexual features of the host – making women curvy and inducing lactation, while adding inches and semen quantity to the men’s organs. But their primary impact was just to give their host a sense of peace and comfort, basically making them just happy and horny. Once a year, a woman who was hosting a parasite would find herself “pregnant” with a litter of little creatures, who would be born after a couple months, doing no harm to the host.
The dark colored phallites were different. They, too, invaded human hosts, but their affects were highly destructive. Men would slowly rot from the inside out with their cocks being the last thing to die, spewing a steady stream of semen. The dark phallites needed semen to reproduce, and once a litter was conceived in a woman, she was doomed because the birthing process killed her – like the woman I had seen in the chamber. Shivers ran down my spine at the memory.
Dark phallites infected a person in pairs. They would breed, lay their eggs, then they would go their separate ways in search of new hosts. Like the woman who tried to infect me. White phallites sometimes infected in pairs, sometimes alone, and usually tended to hang out with a host for awhile, since it was a mutually beneficial relationship.
My mother and I stood in the bathroom – naked, slimy, muddy, bloody – for over an hour, paging through the journal, talking about what it said, trying to establish some kind of contact with the “good” side of Clementina. There was a lot in the journal – more than we could get through in just the time we had – and a lot didn’t make sense or was hard to interpret. And we felt a time pressure because we had to sort out the situation soon before Clementina came completely apart.
One thing we learned for sure. Once a person had a dark phallite inside of them, there was only one way to get them out without killing the host. That was to infect them with a light colored phallite. Then a person with a light colored phallite inside of them had to have sex with the victim. At the point of orgasm, the dark phallite could be driven out by the white, and that was when you grabbed it and destroyed it.
Easy…?
There remained a lot of questions I hoped would be resolved once we had saved Clementina. Like exactly how did she get infected? Did she know about this place before? Who wrote this journal? Just what the fuck was going on here?
I made a trip to Clementina’s basement and returned with a two light colored phallites in a bucket. While I was away my mother had washed up Clementina, then taken a quick shower herself to wash away the slime. When I returned, they were both still naked but clean, and Clementina was still tied up. My mother sent me to the other shower to wash up while she made the preparations for what we were about to do.
Finally, still naked, my mother and I stood over Clementina in the tub.
“So, do you want to be the one with the little monster inside of you or should I?” my mother asked. I looked down at the two little guys in the bucket beside me. I had brought back the one who had ridden around on my shoulder. I think I had kind of accepted I would be the one to take the hit. After all, I had developed a bond with the little dude.
“Might as well be me,” I said.
“Well take good notes,” my mom replied. “Maybe I will try one someday.” I looked at her and smiled, trying to picture her with large, milky breasts, wide hips, long labia. My cock stirred.
She leaned forward and planted a kiss on my lips, her breasts touching my chest, her hips brushing my cock, which she gave a quick stroke. She held the kiss and the stroke for a moment then pulled back.
“For luck,” she said, and winked.
I put my hand down in the bucket and the light phallite crawled up my arm and onto my shoulder. He nibbled my ear, then leaned forward and bumped my lips.
“Here goes,” I said, and opened my mouth.
After my experience with dark phallite I had expected something unpleasant. But it was just about painless. In a second he was gone. I have no idea how he made his way from my throat to running loose inside my body without doing me grave harm, but he did, because I quickly felt the creature move downwards inside me, past my ribcage, past my stomach, and settle down near my cock.
My mother and I looked at each other, and I shrugged.
“That was strange,” I started. “But I don’t feel anything diff-”
I froze. A surge of chemicals shot through my body – adrenaline, testosterone, serotonin, who knows what else. I was engulfed by a sense of peace, calm, and love, but also a sense of desire. I felt my cock stir and I looked down.
My cock was rock hard. The blue veins along the side pulsated and seemed to grow thicker and wider, spidering around my cock like a corkscrew. For a moment I became worried they were going to burst, but their growth stopped and instead my cock began to grow to match the veins. First the head thickened, expanding outward, until I looked like I had a purple-tipped mushroom on a pink veiny stem. The aperture at the tip stretched gaped, dribbling something – slime? – in globs that slipped down the shaft. Then the shaft itself stretched outward and grew in both length and girth.
I squeezed a drop of the clear fluid from my cock and lifted it to my nose. Slime, definitely slime. I didn’t know if I was producing it or the creature was producing it, but either way, I had slime dribbling from my cock. That both turned me on and horrified me all at once. My mother bent down and licked some of the slime from the cock head.
The pink-purple flesh of the shaft was growing – seeming almost to squirm as it expanded, thicker, wider, pulsating with a life of its own. When the growth was finished, I estimated I was around 14 inches long.
My mother was watching this and was pretty clearly turned on. If the situation hadn’t been so serious, and if there weren’t lives possibly at stake, I think she would have swallowed the other white phallite right there.
“Wow, my turn later,” she said, still staring at the monster cock that was sticking out from between my legs. Then she mentally came back to the current situation, and gave me a grim look. We turned to our friend in the tub.
The “good” side of Clementina happened to be in charge at the moment. She looked at the remaining white phallite and opened her mouth wide. My mom picked up the other creature and hovered it over Clementina’s mouth. I hadn’t been dealing with these little slime snakes for very long, but the look on that little white creatures face as it prepared to leap down her throat made me feel a little bit bad for the dark phallite that I knew was inside Clementina. That sucker didn’t stand a chance.
My mom let go and inside it went. Clementina closed her eyes and a sense of calm settled over her. The convulsions slowed, stopped. She rolled over in the tub onto all fours and pointed her ass in the air, exposing her ass and slit for my attack. A combination of come and slime dribbled from her slit and from her ass.
I looked down at her ass. Not for the first time, I looked at her asshole and considered what it would be like to slide my cock inside that hole instead of her vagina. But I knew what was at stake. I had to remain focused.
“You better get going before she changes her mind,” my mother said.
“My cock is huge,” I said. “I’m afraid I might hurt her.”
My mother shook her head, and so did Clementina.
“She has a phallite in her too, so I doubt it,” my mom said. “And even if you do, you won’t hurt her any more than the dark phallites are.” She reached down and ran a hand along my slimy shaft. A shiver went through me. She gently guided me into the tub, and even hovered my cock right above Clementina’s waiting slit.
“Ready?” she asked. I nodded.
She parted Clementina’s meaty lobes, then gave my cock a final stroke, and positioned it between Clementina’s slime-covered labia. Slime dribbled from my own cock and the mixture of the two ran down Clementina’s thighs.
I slowly began sliding into her waiting, slightly gaped hole.
As soon as my thick tip penetrated the folds of her slit, Clementina shuddered. I continued sliding in carefully. Her pink pussy parted readily, taking my super-sized cock without hesitation. When I reached halfway I began going even more carefully, afraid I might bottom out, waiting for the sensation of the tip of my cock bumping against the firm ring of her cervix. Deeper and deeper I went past ten inches inside, past a foot, finally the base of my balls bumped against her large, engorged clit, and I new I was fully inside her and I knew she could have taken more.
As soon as I reached maximum penetration I felt something move inside Clementina. It slithered up along the shaft of my cock through the walls of her vagina. Clementina shook, her stomach muscles tightened. The thing squeezed my cock, hard, as if wanting to force me back out. Both Clementina and I groaned.
“Fuck her!” my mom said, urgently.
Clementina had her head down, her black hair cascading over her face, blocking it from my view. My mom slapped my ass hard, and urged me again. I slipped back out and slid back in.
“Harder! Faster!” my mom called. “Get fucking busy!”
The slime coming from Clementina’s slit, and the slime coming from my cock sluiced around my shaft as I worked it in and out, making a slick sucking sound and pouring down my legs, around Clementina’s thighs. I picked up the pace. A groan emerged from Clementina, though I didn’t know if it was pleasure or pain.
The thing that had been wrapped around my cock as I fucked Clementina loosened its hold. Suddenly she gave another convulsion as I felt a second shape inside of her, hovering near my swollen member as I rammed it in and out. That must have been the white phallite.
“Fuck her harder!” my mom called, and for the first time Clementina spoke too, urging me harder, faster. I picked up the pace, my stomach slamming against her ass, my balls against her engorged clit. I leaned forward and reached around, squeezing her breasts, feeling the trickle of milk that was flowing. I cupped some in my hand and brought it to my mouth, drinking the sweet, creamy goodness, feeling the surge of wellness that came with it.
Clementina convulsed again. My mother gently lifted Clementina’s hair out her way as she shook and wretched, a cascade of slime spewing from her mouth. Seeing her nearly vomit made me slow, but Clementina reached back and slapped my hips.
“Don’t stop,” she croaked, between heaves.
I reached down and felt her stomach as I fucked. I could feel my cock inside of her, pressed against the front wall of her abdomen, and beside it, I felt two shapes. They weren’t touching but I had the feeling of two prize fighters sizing each other up. Then suddenly one lunged at the other. I didn’t know which was which, but all at once they became one single, roiling, indistinct shape. Clementina’s stomach shook, quivered, with the battle taking place inside of her.
As I paid attention to the skirmishing phallites, I had slowed my pace. Clementina wretched again, then again incited me to go faster.
“Fuck it, Russel,” my mom said. “Stop slacking and fuck her!” She slapped my ass again.
I grabbed Clementina’s substantial hips and worked her with my monstrous cock like a man possessed. I knew I needed to bring her, and myself, to a climax, and I needed to do so before the white phallite inside her ran out of steam. So I went to work.
“That’s it,” my mom urged. “Pound that thing right out of her.”
All 14 inches of me were fully engaged. I felt every bump of the muscles in Clementina’s snatch rub up against the sides of my cock. Her occasional wretches and convulsions sent waves of muscle-tightening through her body as her vagina grabbed hold of my cock with each twitch. Sensations of pleasure unlike anything I had ever felt wafted through me. I felt the knot of the two creatures inside her loosen.
I leaned forward again, finding her g-spot with the tender, sensitive underside of my cock, rubbing the two together, sending fresh waves of pleasure through us both.
My balls began to tighten, constricting towards climax. Sweat rolled down my face and chest. Clementina’s body was slick with her perspiration, her hair matted to her back, her face rocking back and forth between joy and the heaves that were coursing through her. I was almost there. She was almost there.
One of the phallites inside of her – I prayed it was the dark one – shot upwards towards her throat. She heaved again as I groaned and the first shot of my thick orgasm emptied into her body. I felt her pussy tighten around me – first in a heave, then in an orgasm.
She heaved again, then again, as we both came hard and heavy. Every contraction of my balls sending a mixture of slime and semen deeper and deeper into Clementina.
Clementina reared back, her mouth wide open and pointing almost straight upward, her breasts jutting forward, her back against my chest, the back of her head on my shoulder. Slime and bile poured from her lips, running down her chin and neck to her chest where it mixed with the milk still flowing from her wide brown nipples and continued downwards – across the distension caused by my cock pressing against her abdomen.
A tiny black head with angry beady eyes poked from her mouth.
My mother leapt forward, seizing the creature by the neck. Clementina wretched again as my mother tore the thing from her throat and in one single motion deftly threw it in the bucket with the other dark phallite, clamping the lid down securely.
Clementina moaned, slime and bile still dribbling down her heaving body. I felt her orgasm ebb as my own slackened, my newly-expanded cock losing some of its tone. She slipped forward, back onto all fours, then slid down, popping free of my cock and sliding down into the slime that now coated the bottom of the tub. I leaned back against the wall of the tub enclosure, feeling the cool tile against my skin as the last of my come dripped from my cock.
I was exhausted and barely conscious as my mother gently helped me up and led me to my bed. As I lay in bed, drifting off towards sleep, somewhere in the fog I was vaguely aware of the sound of her carefully helping Clementina down the hallway to the guest room.
I thought of my mother playing nursemaid to the two of us. My last thought was casually wondering if she was going to put on any clothes or just continue to care for us naked. Probably the latter if I knew my mother. Then I blacked out…
[TO BE CONTINUED]
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