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Prey to the Void Chapter 2
🕑 Added 2024-11-18 15:55:07 +0000 UTCPrey to The Void
Isabella's journey continues as she's dragged along by Vivian to her first true defilement
Isabella had never felt so far from grace.
She'd been paraded through the crowds of people, looking like a sinful harlot after her outfit had changed, and there was nothing she could do about it as Vivian tugged on the leash attached to her collar.
Even worse was that she felt somewhat 'good'. Pleasure continued to buzz gently throughout her body as the drugs continued to seep deeper into her mind. There was also absolute radio silence from the mysterious voice from before as well. Being crazy and hearing voices shouldn't be something you miss, but Isabella had no one else to rely on. No one but the Lord.
"Oh, my god! Look it's that nun everyone has been talking about!"
"She's so cute! I want her for myself."
"How many dildos do you think I could fit inside her?"
"She doesn't look very celibate to me."
Isabella had enough and fell to her knees. "D-dear Heavenly Father, I beg for your forgiveness, aid and mercy, tha- Ahhgh!!" She screamed as the collar shocked her again, causing her to collapse to the floor.
"When did I say you could rest?" Vivian growled rhetorically.
"I- I'm so sorry Mistress!" Isabella pleaded, quickly crawling over to Vivian's feet and kissing their boots once more apologetically. The shocks sent the nun’s overstimulated mind into a frenzy.
"That's much better, now get the fuck up we're almost there." Vivian commanded, causing Isabella to immediately spring to her feet. Entirely unable to disobey the horrid woman's orders, her body wouldn't let her.
A few minutes later, they had arrived at a very different looking part of the non-Euclidean club. The crowds were now behind them as the space opened up considerably, although not as devoid of people as where the exit had been.
There were many collections of furniture, mostly large couches dotted throughout the warehouse-sized room, most of them outlining a big rectangular dip built into the ground. A few small steps lined the inner rim of the rectangle, leading down into the basin with a few more couches on the right half. The left side on the other hand had some kind of massive tank underneath it, filled with an all too familiar bright cyan liquid and covered by glass.
Isabella followed Vivian trepidatiously towards the lower lounge area, staring at the water(?) in disbelief as alien looking fish swam calmly through the liquid. The only normal creature in the tank was a.. Shark. At least, until it turned, revealing three sets of eyes on either side of its head.
"Viv! You're back!"
The squeak of excitement tore Isabella's attention away from the glowing tank and to a familiar looking girl. She was very literally albino in complexion, contrasting hard with her black latex bikini. "Jeanette," Vivian replied gently, dragging the nun over to the half circle of couches where her friends had been waiting.
"Told you I'd be the one to grab her." Vivian gloated to the group of scantily clad women as she sat down. "Now, introduce yourself bitch."
Isabella once again felt the rush of having her autonomy being stripped from her. The sister hated how much she found herself enjoying being bossed around without the ability to resist. The only one she should submit herself to was the Lord… and yet..
"I-I- I'm Sister Isabella Weiss an- Agh! FUCK!" The nun fell to her knees in the center of the circle, although this time not for any prayers. Grabbing onto the metal pole she had only just realized was there, Isabella tried to catch her breath. The collar's shocks never lessened in their intensity, even after having gone through quite a few on the way here.
"Introduce yourself properly." Vivian corrected, as the other girl's giggled. All of them were staring at her with a deep, sinister intrigue.
"I'm.. Mistress's Bitch." Isabella sobbed, shaking from the fear in her heart, the heat in her pussy, and the pressure to comply in her head.
“You used a V-Sync on her? Those are pretty expensive Viv, are you sure you're not wasting it?" Said a black haired girl who was completely nude, her white eyes scanning over Isabella carefully. "I would have saved it for something that wasn't this… Pathetic." She finished.
"You know how much I like my toys, and this one is a rare collectible. Unlucky fuckers end up slipping through the cracks all the time, but a nun? You know I couldn't pass up the chance." Vivian smiled while the other girl rolled her eyes. "Not to mention, there's something special about her.."
"Well, let's test that theory. Get over here and prove yourself Bitch." The naked woman demanded, spreading her legs and gesturing to her pussy, while one of the other girl's clapped in excitement.
Isabella was at a loss at what she had to do. However, the collar hummed lightly, somehow forcing her to instinctively look back at Vivian for confirmation. The nun had tears in her eyes, but couldn't stop herself once Vivian's nod of approval sealed her fate.
Crawling towards who she would come to know as 'Gwen', Isabella was unable to stop herself from pressing her mouth to the woman's vagina. Her tears increased as she began sucking and licking slowly at first..
But something about the aroma coming from the woman's sex had Isabella unconsciously swooning. The nun’s disgust never went away, but at the same time, new desires began to take hold of her mind.
She closed her eyes, now lapping at this woman's ‘pussy’ with an eagerness that continued to grow. Sister Isabella prayed silently to the Lord, in hopes that anything could save her from herself.
Her eyes shot open when she felt fingers in her hair. Gwen had grabbed Isabella's head and began to forcibly shove the nun into her crotch until something unholy and horrid began to take place.
Isabella’s lips tingled unnaturally, until she couldn't feel them anymore… No, she could feel her mouth, but something was different. Trying to move away Isabella found herself absolutely dumbfounded as she only slid further into Gwen’s anatomy. “MmmmMm!! MMmMmm!!! Mmmm!!!” She screamed in a vain attempt to plead for her soul but only muffled whimpers could be heard.
Isabella’s nose flared as she struggled to breathe, but instead of fresh air her entire olfactory system was overtaken by the scent of the other woman's vagina. Quickly followed by a sharp increase of their distinct taste on her tongue.. In her tongue?
Her mouth and nose had physically fused into Gwen’s pussy, leaving no clear distinction of where one girl ended and the other began. Worst of all, she could feel <i>everything</i>.
“Yess, keep struggling! Fuck.. Fuck! Oh! God yesss.” Gwen gasped; her eyes having fully rolled into her head as she shuddered from the intense pleasure in fusing Isabella’s face into her pussy.
The two women filled the air with cries of ecstasy and muffled grunts as they came to their first shared climax. Isabella tried her best not to give in to the sensations buzzing on her tongue which was most likely now a part of Gwen’s labia, but she couldn't.
She was weak.
And something about that.. Thrilled her.
It was as if the weight of her sins were pressed against her clit, fucking her from behind. The sensation of submission, of crawling on the floor like a dog. The fear in her heart that somehow blended itself paradoxically back into even more pleasure.
Isabella froze immediately when something touched her butt… At least, until the hands on her ass began unapologetically pawing at her pussy through the fabric of her altered habit. The nun tried to say something but it only caused her to begin spasming with pleasure again as she gurgled unintelligibly.
“Oh. My. Gosh! She's so fucking wet!” Jeanette gasped while continuing to play around with Isabella's rear like it was a science experiment. “I wonder what she tastes like?”
Isabella's thighs clenched at the notion—but a second later the nun relaxed and spread her legs, raising her small ass into the air for Jeannette to use to their heart's content. She had to serve…
Though instead of using her tongue, Jeanette started grinding her crotch against Isabella's pussy. Smearing her tiny cock and balls with the nun's wetness until she started getting hard—and her stubby dick began to expand in all directions until it was at least nine inches, but by then it was already deep inside Isabella. “Oh wow! She's like super tight!”
“You're as stupid as they come; she's a nun Jeanie. Of course, her cunt is tight.” Vivian laughed from the side; watching the scene with intense satisfaction. “Tetra girl's from my universe would split her in half.”
Isabella for her part wasn't really listening to their banter. As her entire world was taken up by the fullness of a real cock inside her body, the ultimate violation. Instantly and irrevocably shattering her vows of chastity to the Lord… And she was enjoying every last second of it.
“J-Jeanie!! S-slow down!” Gwen cried out when the albino girl started thrusting into Isabella with a lack of any clear restraint. Her hands grasping onto the couch in a forced reflex as the shared sensation of being fucked relentlessly pulsed through the pair. “F-forgive me Lord, f-for I have sinned!” She suddenly blurted, causing the other girls to look at each other with puzzled expressions.
“H-heavenly fatherrr! F-fuck she's squeezing me—I’m begging! Please forgive my sins!” Jeanette screamed as she sped up her thrusts.
While Isabella for her part, rode Jeanette’s cock with a perfect rhythm, smoothly and effortlessly matching pace as she bathed in the pleasure shared between them all.
She couldn't think properly, not after her head slid further into Gwen's body. Scrambling her mind as it layered overtop of the other woman's pussy. It was nothing but darkness… and stimulation.
So much stimulation—too much, and yet Isabella kept fucking. Every so often, a single coherent train of consciousness would rise in her mind like a cyan lava lamp—the deeply rooted reflex to pray for her sins—
<i>POP!</i>
Jeanette let out a small yelp as she fell back onto her ass, looking absolutely blissed out of her mind. Her hands meanwhile automatically began to rub at the now tiny caged nubby penis attached to her hips. Trapped as a mockery of its full size. “T-thank you for binding me in chastity sister! Oh fff-fuhh fuhhh…”
“Holy fuck I think she just passed out!”
“The nun locked her up!”
“Look! Her dick is leaking like crazy, did she just cum again?”
Vivian and one of the other girls chuckled between themselves, entirely unfazed by the absurdity of the situation.
Gwen also passed out—falling into—and through—Isabella. Her body morphed like liquid metal around the nun, nearly entirely enveloping the smaller girl before being shot out the other side with surprising force. Waking up just in time to narrowly prevent herself from crashing into Jeanette as she stumbled to her feet. “What was that?!” She exclaimed, turning around to face the group.
“Holy shit, she stole Gwen's tits!” Someone gasped as Isabella slowly rose on shaky legs that were covered in her own juices and Jeannette’s cum.
Not that she really understood what that meant. Her mind was still a chaotic mess of dissociative and incoherent thou—”Yes Mistress.” She replied automatically to something Vivian said. Even without the ability to comprehend, Isabella's submission held steady… “I'm.. I'm awake Mistress..” She choked out, casting her eyes to the floor.
Only to realize that her breasts took up a larger portion of vision than she was used to. At first Isabella assumed the <i>offness</i> in her sense of balance was due to the physical toll of everything she'd just gone through—but no.. Instead, she felt energized. Fatigued mentally, yet physically fulfilled.
“And my ass! You bitch!” Gwen growled like a rabid dog. The black haired woman’s chest and groin were both sizably smaller and slightly discolored from the rest of her body; because they weren't hers.
Gwen's white eyes narrowed as she began to lunge at the defenseless nun—when Jeannette sprung to life, pushing Gwen onto the glass floor/ceiling or the tank below—but she never made contact. Instead, falling directly into the shark as it passed; the entire tank visually glitched before shifting bright white. Illuminating the area briefly, revealing various.. Creatures? In the distance, mingling among the crowds to Isabella; monsters that had always been there, hidden under the veil of darkness.
Isabella's emerald green eyes slowly readjusted as the light faded. Only catching a glimpse of the aquatic amalgamation Gwen had become as it swam off deeper into unseen parts of the tank. It could be bottomless for all she knew. Just the thought put a pit in her stomach. “She’s… She—”
“Well, there goes Gwen. Wasn't she an alien or something? She'll probably be fine.” Vivian snarked with only a modicum of remorse as far as Isabella was aware.
“Sister, m-may I pray with you?” Jeanette, who had shyly crept over to Isabella, asked with a deep blush that was incredibly obvious against her albino skin.
“W-what? No! Please let me have a moment to myself?! I haven't had any time to think! This is all absolutely insane!” Isabella shouted, only to find her knees feeling pleasantly weak as she fell to the floor.
“Pray with her, I want to see where this is going.” Vivian shrugged as she crossed her legs and leaned back.
“Yes Mistress.” The command forcing her to calm down, as she refocused onto something that was ultimately the most comforting sensation she'd had since leaving the bathroom. Quickly settling into position with her hands clasped before her in surrender to the Lord. Stealing a quick side glance at Jeannette next to her who seemed weirdly serious about this, copying the nun faithfully as they began to pray.
Or at least they would have. Isabella's lip quivered as the words bunched up in her throat. She had broken her vows to God.. No longer a virgin.. Could she even still pray to her Lord and savior? “I can't..” Isabella whispered, trembling. The compulsion to comply with the command remained, but she couldn't.
“Seriously? You really piss me off, you know that? Since when did nuns stop praying?” Vivian scoffed.
“Since.. I'm too corrupted. My sins.. I just.. Broke my vows to god… And it fucking turns me on! This is torture, and I can't stop myself from loving it!” Isabella cried out, attracting a small crowd of partygoers that had come to investigate the previous flash of light. Much like Vivian, onlookers seemed content to simply watch the scene unfold.
“Is that all? Fucking hell, then pray to a different god—a true god.” Vivian had total control over the situation and both of them knew it. “You could pray to the Void God or Farm King, but you know what?” The purple haired milf sat up and leaned forward, peering right into Isabella’s eyes. “Pray to my daughter, The Bimbo Goddess, Alice. Beg for her blessing.”
Isabella wasn't even done despairing over the idea that she was about to be forced to pray to some kind of pagan god when she began the rite. The redhead's hands pressed together tightly against her new bust.. She closed her eyes, and prayed.
“Dear Goddess, please I beg of you.. I beg for forgiveness.. For your mercy… I kneel before you in surrender to your power, your protection… I— I beg for your guidance out of the darkness, for your kindness and grace.” Isabella paused to breathe. Focusing intently on reaching out to this unknown entity…. And she felt it.
A solid sheet of glittery pink fell through her mind like an anvil. Yet it felt.. soothing. Warm and blissful… Isabella let out a small giggle as she relaxed slightly.
“Alice, I invoke your name not in vain but in reverence. As I beg in humility for your blessing. V’xulo vie.” she finished with words she didn't know nor understand, only that it felt right.
“Well shit, it actually worked.” Vivian remarked with seemingly legitimate surprise as she investigated the pink outline overlaying the pair of women before her before it faded away.
“Wow, that was like.. Really nice actually.” Isabella giggled with a relaxed sigh. She felt… Better… Bigger. Her alien bust jiggled gently as it expanded slightly. The effect was far more obvious on Jeannette; her new tits making a mockery of her string bikini top.
With her accidentally stolen body parts and divine breast expansion, Isabella's clothes struggled mightily to remain intact until the outfit shimmered in chromatics for just a moment. Readjusting itself around her instantly, removing the cloth over her bust to reveal nearly half a foot (15cm) of cleavage. Detaching from the leotard bottom, and draping down her body as a dark sheer translucent fabric, more or less appearing closer to its original form. Other than the clear outline of the leotard underneath, and a bit of underboob from where the translucent cloth ends.
“Thank you, Sister..” Jeanette muttered between heavy breaths as she basked in a similar warmth, having repeated every word of nun's prayer in earnest. Eventually slumping against Isabella's shoulder, which didn't seem at all unwelcome.
“I’m a heretic…” Isabella chuckled to herself as she leaned onto Jeanette. “I should be upset.. I am upset. I'm appalled somewhere deep down.. But for the first time, my prayers were truly answered.”
“Yeah yeah, whatever.” Vivian groaned, standing up to peer down at the two girls kneeling at her feet. She was definitely thinking hard about something for a few seconds before reaching down and pulling the collar off Isabella's neck. “You're free to go, now scram.”
Isabella, for her part, remained motionless as she stared up at Vivian in disbelief. “W-wait please don't I—” she stopped, realizing that she was trying to plead for her own enslavement… “Please put it back on.. I didn't mean to disappoint you. I can be a better bitch for you!” The nun begged pathetically; tears were even beginning to form in the corners of her eyes. She truly wanted this.
Vivian sighed and rolled her eyes as she sat back down on the couch. “I only really care to toy around with betas. Since you got tits now, it's not fun anymore.” The older woman shrugged with the same mundanity she gave to practically everything else. As if any of this made logical sense.
“In her reality, women with small breasts are considered inferior. That's why she likes to bully me.” Jeanette giggled in Isabella's ear, lightly kissing and nibbling on it while they cuddled together on the floor.
“Exactly. Next time I see my daughter, I'm having her shrink you back down to where you belong.” Vivian remarked.
“Wait… Can you at least help me get out of here?” Isabella asked hesitantly as she pulled away from Jeanette and stood up, fully revealing her altered outfit.
“No can do Sister. I only have a way out for myself, and Jeanie; now that Gwen's a shark or whatever. You're on your own and I'm not interested anymore. Shoo, and take your drone too. Creepy fucker’s been standing behind me this whole time.” The woman gestured with her head.
… And with that, Isabella gave one last homo-erotic glance at Jeannette and smiled. Before turning around, and walking away to find a way home. “Follow me.. Drone.” She attempted, immediately causing the slender rubber figure to calmly walk up behind her.
She could feel her chest pulling her—somewhere—it felt like she was being lightly guided along by a string. Luring her deeper into the night club; the density of partygoers increased steadily the further she traveled.
