WARNING: THIS IS, AT TIMES, A HORROR STORY. THIS PART INCLUDES BODY HORROR, BIRTHING MONSTERS, WEIRD SLIMY EXTREME SEX, ANAL, A BRIEF LINE OF INCEST, LACTATION, GORE, AND MORE. MUCH OF THIS STUFF IS BIOLOGICALLY IMPOSSIBLE.
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 and sad. Please heed all warnings!
If you’re the kind of person who ignores warnings and regrets it later, have this: r/eyebleach
There are transgender people in this story, there are monsters in this story, and there are transgender monsters in this story. I AM NOT IMPLYING TRANSGENDER PEOPLE ARE MONSTERS. I am just having fun with genders, ‘cause, after all, ain’t that the point?
This story assumes you have read all previous parts. If you haven’t you will probably find some of this bewildering.
This part continues chapter 6. This chapter is turning the story back to its roots as a horror story. You have been warned. This part begins immediately after Part XXVI ends.
I appreciate all your comments and feedback in the comments section and read every one of them. And if you have been paying attention, more than one reader suggestion has made its way into the story…
Clementina, Part XXVII
Chapter 6: Sigil [continues]
My pulsating cock slowed and I slid it out of my grandmother’s asshole as she moaned, coated with slime and gargoyle semen.
The gargoyle cockgirls had started making their way to the niches where I presumed they would spend most of their time, like regular gargoyles.
“Gargoyle girls,” my mother said, then giggled. “Gargirls.”
“Gargirls.” I laughed. “Gargirls it is.” I turned to Bathory. “We just heard two doors opening – one before the gargirls arrived, and one after we got done fucking them. What was that about?” I asked Bathory.
“The first door was the gargoyle chamber, where they were sleeping, waiting for the call to awake. The second was the Door of the Five,” she said.
We trooped down to the Nexus, and as expected, two doors now stood open that had previously been closed. The first one opened to a small chamber with six coffin-like beds in it – where the gargirls had lain in repose waiting for the call to awaken them.
The second chamber – the one behind the Door of the Five – was a lot more interesting.
Beyond the door was a step up (keeping out the slime) and a short hallway (maybe fifteen feet) with a door on the left at the very end. There was a shimmering white light coming from the doorway and illuminating the end of the hallway. I glanced over at Bathory, Makala, and Alura.
“What’s making that shine?” I asked.
“You will see when you get down there,” said Bathory.
“Do you ever give a straight answer to a question?”
She shrugged. “If I have to…”
“Is it safe?” Eva asked.
“Yes,” she responded. “See, I can answer, if you ask the right question.” She poked me playfully in the shoulder but after a week or so of dealing with bat-winged spirit’s quirks, I was kind of over her shit. She shrugged.
We crept down the hallway and peered around the corner. Inside was a tall stone slab about eight feet wide with its back to the door. The glow we were seeing was coming from the opposite side of the slab. It almost looked as if we were looking at the back of a television that was turned on and pointed in the opposite direction.
Slipping quietly around the pillar, I realized what an apt analogy the television imagery was.
A steady stream of slime slid down the front of the slab and disappeared down a conduit below. The slime was extremely smooth and translucent, and we could see straight through it. Beyond it we were looking into some kind of a room or vestibule. When I took a good look at what was in front of me, I gasped.
On the far side of the room was a door. Hanging on the wall next to the door was a banner that I recognized from the history books. It was a swastika banner, from Nazi Germany in World War II. Next to the banner was a medical table, and on the opposite side there seemed to be something else hanging from the walls. They looked almost like manacles. Behind the manacles there was a small shower stall.
“What…the…fuck…” my mother Eva murmured, coming up to stand beside me. I reached out to touch the slime window, but Makala grabbed my hand and pulled it back.
“Do not touch the Portal of the Sigil until you are ready to go through,” she said.
“The Portal of the Sigil?” my mother asked.
“Yes,” Bathory interjected. “The Portal of the Sigil always takes you to where the Sigil is located – within about a hundred yards. There are many places and many times and many alternate pathways through history. There are an immense number of parallel universes, and many versions of us rollicking through the cosmos. But there is only one Sigil of the One. And the Portal of the Sigil always will take you to the universe, place, and time where the Sigil currently is.”
“So the Sigil is in the hands of the Nazi’s during the second world war?” I asked.
“Maybe,” said Bathory. “But it might not be this universe or this version of events. It might be some alternate universe where things turned out differently, or it might be some universe where this insignia meant something completely different. The only way to know for sure is to observe for awhile, and then, ultimately, cross the portal and seek out the Sigil.”
“But if this is our history, and this is our timeline, if we remove the Sigil, won’t that change events in our time?”
“No,” Bathory said. “The ultimate reality splits off bubble universes all the time. Some fade out, others are strong and continue. If we do go back in time to our own universe, all we could do is spawn another bubble, not ruin our present.”
“Wow, that’s reassuring, I guess,” I said.
“If someone entered that room, would they be able to see us?” Clementina asked.
“No,” Bathory replied. “It is a one-way doorway.”
“Then how would we get back if we go through it?” Clementina continued.
“Once you have the Sigil, the door will open and you will be able to return.”
“But if we have trouble getting the Sigil…”
“Until you get the Sigil, you are trapped.”
“Wow,” I said. “So somewhere within a hundred yards of this portal is this Sigil, potentially in the hands of powerful Nazis, probably under lock and key, and once we enter this apparent Nazi stronghold we can’t return to our own time and place until we have that Sigil in hand.”
Bathory nodded.
“This is a suicide mission,” Clementina said. “We’ll get slaughtered the moment we show up in this place.”
“Possible, but not likely. The Sigil will protect the One. It might not make it easy on you, but it will protect you.”
I shook my head. “This sounds…really dangerous. How many of us can go through?”
“You, Eva, and Clementina must go through. You may choose two others to come with you, plus one of the spirits – so you will have a total of six. But before you make any decisions, you should watch, take notes, see if you see anything informative in the portal.”
I turned to Demeter and Athena. “Did you guys ever finish going through the chests up in the attic? Was there any WWII or Nazi paraphernalia in them?”
“We got through about half of them,” Athena said. “There was nothing related to the Nazis in what we reviewed, but maybe its time we finished going through them.”
“Right, good idea,” I said. The goth twins disappeared down the hallway and I heard them heading back towards the house.
“We should probably take turns watching this portal, two or three of us at a time. Clementina, Eva and I will watch for the next four hours. Olympia, could you and Ona work out some sort of equitable schedule that keeps at least two people on duty 24×7 for the next few days.”
Olympia nodded and she and Ona headed up to the lab. Clementina stepped away for a few minutes then came back with some camp chairs and the three of us sat down to wait and watch. Alura, Bathory, and Makala all wandered back to their chambers.
Watching an empty room is incredibly boring. We sat there staring at the room beyond the portal for about an hour, mostly sitting in silence. I think if we hadn’t already gotten busy up in the Citadel we might have resorted to sex to help us stay awake.
My eyes were getting heavy so I got up and started walking around the chamber, stretching my legs. The natural warmth in the nexus and attached chambers – seemingly coming from the slime that was everywhere – didn’t help you stay awake.
I was about to offer to run upstairs and make some coffee, when the door in that other room opened and a woman entered. She wore a military-style blouse and skirt bearing nazi armbands. Though the harsh uniform she wore hid her body shape somewhat, I realized as I watched that underneath the clothing, she seemed to have the standard phallite shape – big bust, narrow waist, broad hips. I wondered if she carried one. She stepped in and moved to the far left. The wall on the left was just out of sight, but the woman who had entered diddled with something on the wall, then walked back to the door and seemed to be calling out to someone in the hallway.
A moment later, two armed guards came in – also uninformed women bearing a phallite shape – escorting a waifish young woman in chains. She looked to be about thirty or so and was completely nude. The nazi woman said something to her, and she just shook her head. This was repeated twice, then the young woman was taken to the far left of the window and pushed down to her knees.
The woman who seemed to be in charge stepped to the doorway and peered out, then called into the hallway.
There was a moment then when the three Nazi women in the room all looked at each other and I could tell by the looks on their faces they were uncomfortable with what was about to happen.
Something seemed to shimmer in the air of the room as we watched. Someone was approaching the doorway from the other side and it was as if their presence filled the room before they even entered. A shape filled the doorway, then moved into the room.
My mother, Clementina, and I all gasped in unison.
We three had been through a lot together by now, going back to when Clementina, under the influence of Ona’s dark phallites, had attempted to seduce and infect me and my mother. And we all three knew exactly what we were looking at – or so we thought.
The woman entering the room was completely nude and her stomach bulged as if pregnant. Her phallite body shone in the harsh light of the bare bulbs above her, a thick coating of slime lay on her large pendulous breasts and thick thighs. Her eyes were ringed with black circles that trailed out in a network of black lines across her face. The threads covered her entire body, coalescing around black nipples and turning her thick labia and long, dangling, cock-like clitoris a deep onyx color. The bellybutton that stood out from her distended pregnant tummy was also black. Her eyes burned red under an unruly black mane of hair that hung halfway down her back. A steady stream of slime trickled from her slit and asshole, and a thin thread slid from the corner of her mouth. Milk from her black nipples mixed with the slime and ran down her pendulous breasts and her stomach. Her pink anal sheath prolapsed and hung out like a tail, sliding across the floor behind her.
We knew what this was. We had seen this before. This woman was a dark phallite queen, as Ona had once been.
“I thought that your grandfather created the dark phallites as some kind of experiment?” I asked Clementina, my eyes still glued to the drama unfolding before me. “Was he a nazi?”
“Not that I know of,” Clementina said. “He didn’t seem like the type.”
“What the fuck,” my mother murmured next to us.
The young prisoner screamed when the dark queen entered and tried to pull away but the two guards held her tight.
The dark queen smiled, a fresh tendril of slime slipping from the corner of her mouth. She moved towards the prisoner and stood over her, reaching out and stroking the woman’s face. The girl spat in the dark queen’s face, but the queen didn’t seem phased. She just slipped out a long pink tough and licked the spittle off her cheek, smiling the entire time.
The prisoner tried to pull away, but it was to no avail, the guards held her tight. The dark queen beamed down and ran a hand up the prisoner’s cheek, then she knelt down and squatted in front of the girl, her pendulous breasts hanging heavily against a bulging stomach that forced her legs apart, gaping her cunt below. The prisoner girl was slightly emaciated, and her rib cage showed starkly against her skin. The phallite queen held out her breast to the woman, squirting a thick stream of phallite milk towards her mouth. The prisoner pulled away and shook her head, but the guards pushed her towards the dark queen’s heavy, milk laden tit and deep black nipple.
Reluctantly at first, the young woman took a sip from the light stream of milk the dark queen squeezed from her long, thick nipple and wide midnight black aureole. Once she had taken a few sips, she leaned forward and willingly planted her lips against the queen’s heavy breast, sucking voraciously. The dark queen squeezed more and more and the girl sucked at her midnight black tit. I had to wonder how long these monsters had been starving this girl.
When the milk slowed from the first breast, the queen moved her to her other tit. Again, she drank greedily. I could see by the look on her face and her body language that the intoxicating effect of the phallite milk was have it’s impact on her, as her shoulders relaxed and she pressed her body against the dark queen’s chest and bulging abdomen.
Finally the milk slowed and the prisoner leaned back. No longer wearing a look of fear on her face, she knelt in front of the dark queen and smiled, then leaned forward for a kiss. The two had a long, passionate embrace, their lips locked on each other. A thin thread of slime poured from the corner of the queen’s mouth, and she pulled back and trickled the slime down the girl’s body.
Still squatting before the girl, the queen leaned back and spread her legs, exposing her gaping, slimy midnight black cunt. She ran her fingers up and down her slit, then began stroking her thick, meaty clitoris. As I watched I realized that this dark queen was more like Olympia than Ona, because as she stroked her clit it grew and hardened, growing long and curving upwards to well over a foot. She didn’t have a clit. She had a cock. I had never seen a dark queen with a cock before, but then again, I had only ever seen one dark queen. Either way, I was pretty sure that meat of hers would grow to be a lot longer than the foot or so that now throbbed in front of her.
Below her heavy, hard, pulsating clit/cock, her cunt was gaping even wider, fleshy lobes partially pressing out. From within, her vaginal sheath prolapsed slickly and fell in a wet, slimy coil on the floor between her legs.
And that’s when things got really weird…
The girl leaned down and caressed the pregnant bulge on the queen’s stomach. She ran her fingers across it, even licked it and sucking on the popped-out bellybutton, tasting the coating of slime that covered the queen’s entire body. She then began stroking the queen’s cock, sucking at it, running her tongue down the long, throbbing shaft that was growing to over eighteen inches and assaying a steady stream of slime. The long, purlple-and-black shaft throbbed and pulsated as the prisoner licked it, then pulled the head into her mouth.
Without warning, the immense bulge of the queen’s pregnant stomach shook and quivered, like she was about to give birth. Having seen our phallites, and the other little worker creatures in the egg chamber, I was expecting that this queen would birth a pile of small dark phallite eggs.
No such luck.
The thick coils of the queen’s vaginal sheath quivered as something began making its way down the tube, and a second later a creature slipped from the queen’s cunt, sliding down the sheath towards freedom. The pressure from the monster moving out of the queen’s slit pushed more of her anal sheath from her asshole onto the floor. The pink sheath hung down from her ass like a limp, slimy tail.
The creature slipped heavily from the queen’s slit onto the floor of the room, still wrapped in the queen’s sheath. It was about three feet long and looked just like an immense dark phallite, down to the evil little red eyes. It squirmed as it tried to wriggle it’s way down the sheath to freedom. The prisoner and the queen pulled on the sheath, helping it move all the way to the end of the long tunnel.
Once it popped out, there was no more denying it. This thing was a huge dark phallite.
“What…the…fuck…” I murmured. I glanced around the room. My mother and Clementina were staring with the same look of bewildered shock that I knew graced my own visage.
I turned back to the portal. The dark phallite was wriggling on the floor. The dark queen had leaned back and the prisoner was pulling a long, purple placenta out of the queen’s sheath, pushing the sheath back along the cord like she was pulling the foreskin back from a cock.
Finally she had gotten as far up the long placenta as the queen’s sheath would allow. I expected someone to arrive with scissors or something like that, but I was mistaken. The queen leaned forward again, wrapped the placenta around her hand a few times, and pulled hard.
My mother, who had given birth to me, almost screamed in shock as the dark queen ripped the placenta and placental sack from her body in one hard, nasty, bloody tug. The sac plopped wetly on the floor in a puddle of slime and blood that left a slick trailer of red slime leading back into the prolapsed sheath and another slime trailer hanging out of the queen’s wet, black, bloodied cunt.
Amazingly, the queen seemed unphased by this, and perhaps even turned on. Her cock remained rock hard and sticking up in front of her, and its throbbing increased.
The queen and the prisoner freed the huge dark phallite from the queen’s sheath. The blood-covered creature wriggled about on the floor, then turned towards the prisoner. The queen pushed the prisoner back onto the floor. The prisoner’s stomach was slightly bulging out from the load of milk that she had take from the queen’s blackened breasts. The queen and the prisoner kissed, the queen’s meat pressed between them.
The large dark phallite squeezed up between the two of them, sliding up the prisoner’s stomach and between the queen’s pendulous breasts until it hovered in front of the prisoner’s mouth.
By now, the prisoner was completely under the spell of the dark queen. She dutifully opened her mouth, and the dark phallite slipped down her throat. I have no idea how the creature managed to accomplish this feat without breaking her jaw, but it did, and in a second the huge phallite had disappeared inside the prisoner.
The queen sat up and moved back from the now-infected prisoner. In our world, the transformation of a person after they take on a phallite is accomplished in under an hour and is relatively painless. It had seemed to me that was pretty impressive, considering the biological changes that had to happen.
What Clementina, my mom, and I witnessed right then through the portal was unbelievable. The prisoner thrashed on the floor, this transition was clearly not painless – but it was amazingly swift. It took less than five minutes for the prisoner to go from the thin, emaciated woman we had seen brought in, to a full-bodied phallite female. The guards pushed her into the small shower stall for the final purge, then let her wash herself off.
When she stepped from the shower stall, she had the full, voluptuous figure of a phallite female – heavy breasts, wide aureoles, long nipples, a narrow waist, flared hips, thick labia. She slipped forward into the arms of the dark queen, who embraced her and the two kissed. The dark queen still had her huge cock stuck up in front of her and her anal and vaginal sheaths still hung thickly beneath her. A steady stream of bloody slime continued to trickle from her cunt that had just given birth.
After a long embrace, the dark queen seized the prisoner’s hair and jerked her head around backwards, pushing her to the ground on all fours. The prisoner winced then smiled, as if knowing what was coming. Slime slipped from the prisoner’s newly-regenerated slit and asshole as the queen stroked her purple, pulsating meat that was practically gushing slime. The prisoner reached around and slipped three fingers into her asshole, pulling upwards and gaping the sphincter, causing several inches of the newly-created anal sheath to slide out.
The queen snatched up the prisoner’s sheath and pulled it to her lips, sucking down the slime gushing from the prisoner’s ass. Then she bent down and used her fingers to stretch the prisoner’s asshole wide, gaping it, and plunging her tongue deep inside. The prisoner’s face shone in ecstasy as the queen sucked slime and more sheath from her stretched asshole.
The queen then leaned back, gave her meat a couple more strokes, slid the sheath down over the end, and plunged her cock into the prisoner’s asshole. The girl stiffened, then arched her back as the queen drove her cock into places that hadn’t even existed a half hour ago. Slime gushed from around the queen’s shaft as she pounded it in and out of the prisoner’s hole, slamming her stomach against the prisoner’s ass and making both of their phallite tits and hips shake.
The prisoner’s eyes were closed and her head was pulled back in pleasure. Her asshole gripped the queen’s cock and her pink translucent sheath prolapsed out with each stroke. She reached down and slid several fingers into her cunt, gaping it and allowing her long, thick vaginal sheath to slide out onto the floor beneath, hanging down slickly. Then she reached around with both her hands and stretched her asshole even wider, begging the queen to push every inch she had up her asshole.
The queen had both her hands on the prisoner’s shoulders for leverage and was pounding for all her life. Their bodies shook in rhythm, and slime poured from every hole, blood from the queen’s slit.
They both tensed up and I knew what was coming. Suddenly the prisoner’s head snapped back and her mouth opened as the tip of the queen’s meat shot out of her mouth. The queen pulled the prisoner up so her back was against the queen’s body and the queen’s cock was standing almost straight up out of the prisoner’s mouth. Slime and a tiny bit of vomit slipped from the prisoner’s mouth around the queen’s gargantuan cock.
Both of them shuddered in a prolific orgasm that poured slime, semen, and even a little blood from the end of the queen’s cock, flowing down the chin and newly-grown tits of the prisoner, even as the prisoner’s breasts squirted milk and her cunt and ass poured out their own loads of slime.
Slowly the orgasm ebbed and the queen slipped from the prisoner’s ass. The prisoner rolled over on the floor and stared up blankly at the ceiling, slimy sheaths hanging from every orifice, a beatific look of joy on her face.
The queen turned, and nodded at the other woman in the room – who had been watching this passively. The queen picked up the afterbirth that still lay on the floor, lifted it to her mouth, and began eating it. Still chewing on the thick placental sac, with the placental cord hanging out of her mouth and down across her breasts, she sauntered out, her anal and vaginal sheaths trailing slime on the floor behind her.
The woman tossed a towel to the prisoner on the floor. She climbed to her feet, withdrew her sheaths, and dried off. Then she was handed a uniform like the one the other women wore.
Clementina, my mother, and I had been watching this unfold in mute horror. My mother was the one who broke the silence.
“Nazi dark phallite girls, with a cockgirl dark queen who gives live birth to huge dark phallites,” she said. “Did I just see that?”
“Yeah,” Clementina said. “So we’re supposed to go in there and steal the sigil from these women? This looks way more than just dangerous. This really does look like a suicide mission.”
“We need to talk to Bathory,” I said, then my mother corrected me.
“No, we need straight answers,” she responded. “We need to talk to Makala without Bathory in the room.”
[TO BE CONTINUED]
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