The Corruption - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The two sisters finally found the bottom of the hole, after climbing about fifty feet down the roughly hewn vertical shaft. After quickly lighting a torch, Sister Teresa instructed Sister Anya how to light her own.

There was only one way to go and Sister Teresa led the two forward. Aside from the damp vertical shaft, wetted by the evening's storm, the rest of the tunnel was dry. They walked in ominous silence along the dark tunnel for what seemed a quarter of an hour. Then the rougly hewn passage ended at a large door made of dark wood, with no frame. It was set in the middle of a solid rock wall.

Sister Anya stood silent, looking at it.

"Well don’t just stand there, open it!" Sister Teresa hissed, wanted Sister Anya to gain the experience of doing things.

Sister Anya reached for the black iron handle and pulled. It did not move. She pushed. It did not move. The old door, was jammed shut and no matter how hard she pulled or pushed, it would not budge.

"Get out of the way." Sister Teresa sighed, and nudged the younger sister aside.

Sister Teresa saw the large hinges on this side of the door, and leaned forward with her weight on one foot. She held her torch to the side and used her free hand to grasp the iron handle. After a deep inhale, she gave it a hard tug, shifting her weight back to assist.

The door gave way suddenly, sending Sister Teresa tumbling backwards until she landed flat on the ground behind Sister Anya. She landed hard, but held one hand high, and grinned as she had kept the torch aloft.

A scream from Sister Anya caused her to look up quickly. The younger sister was being pulled through the opening by a mass of dark, wet tentacles that reached out from within the doorway.

"Goddess!" Sister Teresa grunted angrily and rose to her feet. She swung her torch at one of the tentacles.

When the fiery torch smashed into the tentacle with a shower of sparks, a loud screech eminated from beyond the doorway, followed by a tremendous roar.

Then a large monstrous face appeared in the doorway, startling Sister Teresa and causing her to take several steps back. By the time Teresa regained her composure, Sister Anya had been pulled into the darkness and her screams stopped.

Crying out in defiance, "Damnation!", Sister Teresa charged the creature blocking the doorway.

Before she could thrust her torch into the monstrous face, a tentacle darted out and slammed the door shut with a resounding thud.

Sister Teresa set her feet as before and pulled at the iron handle. Despite all her strength, several minutes of pulling on the handle would not budge the door.

"Black Magicks!" Sister Teresa spit against the door. She crept backwards until the door was no longer visible. Then she turned around to climb back to the hospice.

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Sister Anya had somehow maintained a grip on her torch. She looked around, gasping for breath, and terrified at what had just happened.... The door had slammed shut! Sister Teresa was on the other side! Now she was alone... and those tentacles still held her!

The room she found herself in was filled with a dozen creatures. They were humanoid, at least many of them, with legs and feet and arms and hands. But they were misformed and grotesque in appearance. She could smell them, like a dry swamp. A large creature had it's tentacles wrapped around her ankles and wrists, and their tight grip was very uncomfortable.

One of the tall creatures stepped close. "There is no reason to be afraid. Slaneesh only wants you to enjoy the pleasures he can give you."

Sister Anya flinched as the creature brought his hands towards her head. "P...Please let...me go," she whimpered.

The creature undid the bun in her brown hair, letting it fall free. "Shhh... we'll make you comfortable. Enjoy the pleasures of Slaneesh."

Sister Anya could not escape and turned her head in embarassment as the creature’s two gnarled hands covered her small breasts through the fabric of her shirt. The hands then left her body. After a few seconds of silence, she looked up in curiosity to see what would happen next.

The creature now held a small gem-encrusted golden goblet in his twisted fingers. With a genuine smile of his blistered lips, he said, "You have thirst. This wine will quench, and warm you. Go ahead... take it. We will not hurt you."

The tentacles maintained a hold on her arm that held the torch, but loosened her other wrist. She took several moments to rub her sore wrist on the thigh of her breeches and wipe off the slime. She stared nervously at the creature as he moved the cup towards her. Sister Anya took it in her small hand and stared at the liquid inside. It looked and smelled like wine. She licked her lips, and did feel thirsty.

"Lord Slaneesh wants to help," The creature placed his hand on the side of her arm in a comforting gesture. "We will not harm you. You can enjoy the wine like any polite guest would."

Sister Anya found no argument for the creature’s logic and decided no harm could come from a sip to wet her tongue.

She slowly lifted the small goblet and placed it against her lips. The liquid was cool and sweet, and earthy, and fragrant. It was the most delicious wine she had ever tasted in her life. Without hesitating, she took another larger sip. The wine also had tastes of wood and cherries and figs, and warmed her throat and chest. Her lips sucked at the golden rim and she realized that she had downed the whole cup. She felt a little guilty for acting like a ravenous drunkard and handed the empty goblet back.

Suddenly her perceptions started to change. The creature in front of her smelled wonderful, and his bumpy skin looked exotic and supple. After the creature took the goblet, she moved her empty hand to his chest, the bumpy skin was soft under her fingers and firm underneath.

"You are ready to enjoy the pleasures that Slaneesh can give to you," the creature said as he reached towards Sister Anya.

Sister Anya stood still and dreamily looked down at his twisted fingers as the creature expertly unfastened the buttons on her shirt. His hands slipped inside her shirt and spread the fabric apart, revealing her naked breasts. Her cheeks blushed with embarrassment. She couldn’t believe this creature had the audacity to undress her. And without asking. Did he ask, she couldn't remember. She was just glad that she was attractive. Of course any man would want to look at her. She was a healthy, young, vibrant woman.

She watched the creature caress her small breasts. His fingertips left a tingling sensation, like when she touched herself when she was alone in her bedroom. Her bare chest was exposed to a room full of people. But they weren't going to hurt her. They just wanted to see her. They must not have seen a human woman in some time. Maybe never? All eyes were on her as the creature finally stopped touching her breasts and stepped back.

"Take your clothes off," asked the creature. "We all want to see what you look like."

She couldn’t believe it, but Sister Anya actually found herself getting excited at the idea of completely undressing in front of these creatures. They have only been kind to her, aside from the tentacles, but maybe that was because they were afraid of her? She would be a missionary, representing the humans above to these underground creatures. She looked into the creature's red eyes, and then glanced at the others. A few wore a loincloth, and several of them were unclothed, and they wanted to see her the same.

Sister Anya nodded. "Yes, of course."

The tentacles on her other wrist and both ankles loosened. The creature before her gently took the torch from her hand and held it as she wiped the slime from her wrist on her breeches. Then she used her toes against the heel of her boots to pull her feet from them. She unbuckled her belt, and soon her breeches dropped to the floor. She kicked her breeches aside to join her boots and shrugged her shirt off, leaving her wearing a small loincloth. She eagerly slid the undergarment down her legs and and tossed it onto the pile of her clothes.

Looking up, Sister Anya could see all the creatures staring excitedly at her naked body. Being the center of attention, and a missionary for her Order, gave her a great feeling.

She felt warm fur press against her back as a creature resembling a humanoid bull wrapped his arms around her waist. His hands were human-like and brown-skinned. She thought it must be a form of greeting that these creatures practiced. His warm arms felt good around her waist. Then she suddenly felt a warm, wet sensation on her neck. Turning sideways in the creature's arms, she saw it was running its tongue down her neck, and now over her chest. Sister Anya watched in wonder and excitement as the hot, thick tongue ran between the curves of her perky mounds. A strange greeting, that seems too intimate, she thought. Her heart was pounding so hard, and her breathing had become labored. She barely had the energy to stand.

Sister Anya said, "I feel dizzy," as if asking for assistance.

The creature behind her shifted his weight and lifted her in his arms. She was carried into another, larger room with dozens of creatures scattered about, participating in an orgy of sexual activity. Dominating the center of the room was a large stone altar. It's sides were adorned with carvings that depicted many sexual acts. Anya's limp body was placed on the flat top of the stone altar.

Her head was lifted by the hand of the bull-man, and the familiar golden goblet was held to her lips. She groggily recognized the wonderful wine that was poured into her mouth. She swallowed, although much of it ran down her chin and neck. After emptying the goblet, the creature set it on the ground and crawled onto the altar, straddling her legs. He lowered his large, bull head towards her face and licked at the wine on her neck and chin. Upon reaching her lips, the creature pushed it's thick tongue into her slack mouth.

The wine created more warmth in her chest, and the thick tongue felt good inside her mouth. She didn't know what to expect, as she had never kissed a man before. Until a few minutes ago she hadn't even seen a man without clothes. Closing her lips over the tongue, she sucked on the pink flesh in her mouth while wondering what was going to happen next.

Leaning back on his knees, the creature removed his loincloth. Anya looked down in curiosity as he tossed the cloth aside. He had the head of a bull, but the body of a human man covered in the brown fur of the bull. His cock was shiny wet and dark pink, with a flat tip. It looked like a horse she'd seen. It stood out straight and wobbled back and forth as he nudged her legs apart and crouched between them. The warmth of the wine had spread down to her hips and she felt the throbbing need and moisture of arousal as when she masturbated secretly in her bedroom. Her vision was narrowed, ignoring the rest of the activity in the room.

Anya watched silently as he hooked his hands under her knees and lifted her legs to either side of his waist. He moved closer and his stiff cock slid over the top of her brown pubic hair. The shaft felt soft, and hard at the same time, and hot against her mound, giving her a wonderful feeling. Is he going to rub my womanhood with his manhood? She looked down at the flat head of the cock and a big drop of pearly fluid that seeped from the hole in the tip. It looked like a wet diamond. Before she could gather her thoughts, the dark pink bestial cock disappeared and she felt her entrance stretched and her insides stuffed. 

"Ohhhh!" She gasped as the cock slid into her, stretching her open as far as her body would allow.

The creature placed his hands around her waist to hold her secure and began to hump against her. A small trickle of blood from her hymen streaked the creature's slick rod as it thrust in and out. Anya’s mind raced with temporary pain and growing pleasure. Never in her wildest imaginations could anything have felt this good. This is so much better than rubbing! She gasped as the orgasm moved like a wave up her body from crotch to neck. She grinned and resting her head back onto the stone altar, and held her breasts in both hands.

Lazily looking up, she saw a lobster-like creature standing above her head. Interesting, she thought. Is there a sea here? Reaching down the creature gently nudged its pincer under her neck and tilted her head back. Her line of sight moved down the dark red chitinous plates of the creature's torso until she was facing upside down at it's crotch. The creature's pinkish-red cock stood straight out of an opening between two plates. Does it want me to lick his manhood? Opening her mouth she stretched out her tongue to touch the pink tip of the creature's cock. It tasted salty! He leaned forward, and the stiff pink cock filled her mouth.

"Uhhhmmm!" The cock pushed at her throat and she started to gag.

She heard him make a clicking sound above her, but her attention was on breathing. Taking a deep breath with her mouth and nostrils relaxed her muscles, and allowed the cock to push into her throat.

"Ggghhhh..."

Her heart raced for several seconds before she calmed herself. She was able to breathe through her nose, and accommodate the manhood in her throat without any discomfort. It was soft on the outside and had a stiffness on the inside. The creature was making more clicking noises above her. It was enjoying my mouth! And probably had never seen a human before! She felt a thrill that she could give this creature such pleasure. Anya closed her lips around the organ and let the creature slide it's cock back and forth in her mouth and throat.

Many servants of Slaneesh looked on as Anya was joined with the two creatures.

After several minutes, she felt the bull-creature between her legs stop moving and tighten his grip on her waist. Then his bestial cock pulsed inside her and she felt a hot fluid began to fill her. Despite the heat, it wasn't uncomfortable and she felt his hot seed actually relaxed her even more. She felt another thrill, that she was able to give the bull-man as much pleasure as he had shown her. The creature soon withdrew and stepped off the altar. She felt emptiness in her womanhood and pressed her knees together as her inner muscles contracted.

Another creature quickly replaced him. A humanoid frog-creature pushed her knees apart. She did not see him or his froggy cock, but felt his bumpy-skinned girth between her thighs and his froghood push into her. Yes, she thought, feeling her womanhood accept another male. She wanted to experience more of this amazing pleasure. Semen from the bull-creature oozed from their union and dribbled between her ass cheeks. The frog-creature's moist hands clutched at her waist with long bulbous fingertips. The creature opened his wide mouth and used it's extremely long tongue to lick at her belly and breasts, tasting the human female's sweat.

The lobster-creature's organ slid against her tongue. Anya's slack mouth hung open, her jaw sore. She couldn't suck on the creature’s cock any longer, but let him have his pleasure as she continued to breath through her nose. His salty, slimy shaft stopped moving and the cock began to quiver and release his watery seed. The lobster-creature stepped back, withdrawing his cock after it finished spurting. Much of his liquid spilled out of her mouth and ran down her cheeks, its blue color staining her skin. She swallowed as much of the sweet, salty substance as she could, and licked her lips, still tasting him on her tongue. She felt thrilled to give pleasure to the inhuman lobster-creature, imagining he may never have had this experience with a human female before, or ever again.

Now only the frog-like creature remained with her. Lifting her head, she looked down to see who was giving her the second coupling of her life. The frog-creature between her legs seemed beautiful. His yellow skin was speckled with brown and green spots and stripes. She could see the expression of contentment in the frog-creature's face, as the black pupils in his huge golden eyes gazed down at her. Another wonderous creature that had never seen a human female! She looked at his webbed hands and bulbous fingertips holding her pale waist. She couldn't see, but only feel, the long froghood spearing her as the creature humped with short, fast strokes.

So fast! Anya couldn’t help but gasp from the pleasure as her ass slid back and forth in the puddle of the bull-creature's cum that had seeped out. She watched her small breasts jiggling from the force of the creature’s movements. He did not fill her as much as the bull-creature had, so she hooked her feet around the frog-creatures hind quarters and helped him thrust deeper. Oh yesss! Better than the first time! She tilted her head back, gasping.

Then she saw the bull-creature that had taken her virginity was standing behind her, at the head of the altar, holding two black candles high over its head.

"Anya." it spoke, "Denounce Shallya and announce Slaneesh as your Lord."

Yes, that's me? Anya thought, as she looked up at the creature, trying to concentrate on what he was saying. Feels so good... What did you say? Between her gasps of pleasure, she managed to squeak out a sentence, "Slaneesh?... as my Lord?" The frog-creature continued his speedy humping. His soft, smooth-textured belly rubbed her clit with each inward stroke. Anya felt another orgasm erupt and her toes curled as she groaned, "Yessss!"

The creature standing above her smiled and the candles in his hands lit themselves in a spectacular display of pyrotechnics.

Anya could hear a deep rumbling sound as the room slowly began to brighten with a soft pink light. Was this the afterglow of orgasm?

The creature between her legs stopped humping, and leaned over top of her. It's wide head hovered over her chest as it's long tongue lapped at the sweat on her neck. Its smooth, leathery skin sent a tingling sensation as it's belly slid against her. Her head tilted back to give him access to her neck. Lick me, taste what a human female is like! Then the frog-creature croaked, and she felt his cock twitching inside her as he began to spill his seed. Anya let out a long moan and concentrated on the feeling of being filled with the hot frog-creature semen.

The rumbling sound became so loud it drowned out her gasps.  The frog-creature's cock continued to twitch and spurt into Anya. Her feet remained hooked around his haunches, holding him against her. 

The ground around the altar cracked. The bull-creature stepped back to watch large black tentacles rising from below. As the human female and the frog-creature lay in embrace, the tentacles wrapped around them, pinning them together and against the altar.

The ground continued to crumble beneath the altar, opening a hole in the ground. Anya, the frog-creature and the altar were pulled into the crumbling pit, and disappeared. A dark hole was all that remained.

Anya and the frog-creture now resided with Slaneesh in his Keep. They would spend eternity engaging in acts of sexual pleasure with countless number of other followers.

Continued in Chapter 3

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