; ; © 2002 by Sara H. Do not post elsewhere ; without express written permission from the author.
; ; This is part two. I'd suggest starting with part one, but you're free ; to do as you like. I hope you enjoy!
; ; Nods to my regular noddees trilby else, EyeofSerpent and Tabico, but ; especially to Mark Anthony, whose "Daughter Knows Best" is reflected ; in spirit among the words of this section. ; ;
; ; "Yes. I was worried at first, but I should have known better. Every ; eventuality has been accounted for, even the resistance of some key ; inductees."
; ; "She's not a key inductee."
; ; "Don't be so sure. A month ago, you were a nosy neighbor. Now, you're ; in charge of the twenty-third region."
; ; "True, but..."
; ; A third woman cleared her throat and cut short the discussion. When ; both women had turned to her, she said, "I think you're both ; forgetting something."
; ; She let the words sink in before continuing. "Something important."
; ; "The final goal?" asked one.
; ; "Who else we need to enlist in the Cause?" asked the other.
; ; "No," said the third. "You forget that your opinions are not relevant.
; ; "You are forgetting obedience."
; ; The two women's faces turned red with shame. There was no way to ; answer; no excuse that could be given. There was only the truth of ; Jessica's words.
; ; Jessica allowed their torment to build inside of them, swirling like a ; ball of white-hot wax, growing until it nearly filled them. In truth, ; she loved not the torture, but where it would lead them. Though they ; did not realize, it was a necessary step in shedding the myth of their ; individual importance.
; ; There was only Home, and the Cause. Soon, they would know that more ; deeply than they knew of their own existence.
; ; Jessica licked her lips and felt her clit respond with itching ; desire. The rewards of growth were always quick in coming.
; ; The women turned, already aware of what was to come. They opened their ; eyes so completely that anyone watching would think them in mortal ; fear, or perhaps insane. Such was the level of their desire to let in ; the light of teaching.
; ; Jessica smiled and turned on the lamp. She knew that if she stayed, ; more of her humanity would be stripped from her - that she would ; become even more of a mindless pawn of the Cause. Soon, she would not ; even know her own name.
; ; Her heart swelled with love and longing. Her addiction to the light of ; teaching was a matter of pride, pride that would soon be gone, ; replaced only with complete surrender.
; ; Soon, she would be purified. Soon, she would be the perfect vessel of ; the Cause. She would be a Queen.
; ; Soon, she would be Home. ;
; ; No one answered back. Weird. Her mom was kind of a homebody. After ; work, she didn't ever seem to have much energy. Tami didn't mind. She ; knew she'd worked hard ever since Dad took off to keep them going. And ; at sixteen, she was old enough to appreciate it.
; ; She shrugged. Mom was probably gone to the grocery store, or, just ; like her, had left something behind and gone back to work to get ; it. She went up the stairs two at a time, running to her room to grab ; the box with the Ouija board in it.
; ; As she walked back out of her room, she heard something. It sounded ; like it was coming from her Mom's room - kind of a low, throbbing ; hum. Just as she got close, it stopped.
; ; She froze. She could hear someone moving in the room, as if trying not ; to be heard.
; ; "Mom?" she whispered.
; ; "Tami!" Came her Mom's voice, urgent but soft. "Go! Now! While you..." ; The throb started again, cutting off her mom's words.
; ; Tami wasn't about to go anywhere.
; ; She crept the rest of the way to the room and pushed the door open ; slowly. She gasped as the scene opened to her view.
; ; It wasn't just her Mom. There were two women standing in front of her ; as she sat on the edge of her bed. All three of them were naked.
; ; While Tami watched, frozen, one of the women knelt and began to lick ; at her mom's... well, at her... privates. Tami knew about sex but this ; was even beyond her precocious knowledge. It was... it was sick.
; ; The remaining woman turned to look at Tami. Before she had a chance to ; turn, she was caught by the stare, frightened to run, frightened to ; stay.
; ; As she watched, the late evening light seemed to play tricks on ; her. It looked like the woman's eyes were glowing. White on white, ; almost swirling. Looking for anything to grab onto with her mind to ; keep herself from collapsing, she stared back.
; ; "Mom?" said Tami, almost whimpering.
; ; "Your mom's occupied, Tami. She can't hear you. She doesn't even know ; you're here right now."
; ; She cringed as she heard her mother utter a loud moan. It didn't sound ; like her mother at all. She couldn't tell if it was a moan of pain or ; pleasure. It if was pleasure, it sounded like it must have been pretty ; damned good. Through it all, her eyes never left the woman's.
; ; "No, she really doesn't," continued the white-eyed lady. "But I do."
; ; "Why don't we go to your room, Tami? We can talk about this. I can ; explain it in a way that will make it all make sense. That sounds like ; a very good idea, doesn't it?"
; ; "Very good idea. My room. Explain," thought Tami. She was having a ; very hard time finishing her thoughts. She decided it was because it ; was too much to take in, although she only felt it as a sense of ; relief. "Yes. Why don't we go to my room?" she agreed. ;
; ; "My name is Marge, Tami. I do understand. I worried about it all, ; too. I thought either I was going crazy, or I was in a nightmare. In ; fact, it was neither. I just didn't understand."
; ; There was a moment of silence.
; ; "Tami!"
; ; Tami looked up out of reflex and right into the swirling pools of ; light where Marge's eyes should have been. Colors seemed to dance ; there, and something else, like secrets told by a best friend. The ; telephone was a distant memory.
; ; "Your mother has found her purpose, Tami. Isn't that wonderful?"
; ; Tami found herself shaking her head yes. Something wasn't right about ; it... but she couldn't quite figure it out.
; ; "She saw the light in my eyes, too. It was all she could see after ; only a few moments. Do you know what that's like?"
; ; The room faded. It didn't seem strange at all. It seemed like it was ; supposed to happen. Marge smiled, and Tami's heart nearly exploded in ; joy.
; ; "You see, you're beginning to see what I see, feel what I feel, think ; what I think. I always say what I think. So... I guess that means you ; always think what I say. Is this making sense to you, Tami?"
; ; Tami knew that it shouldn't make sense. She fought with every ounce of ; he being to shake her head no, but all she could do was tremble as it ; moved up and down.
; ; "I can see you're upset. But I don't feel upset. I feel so good. So ; very, very good. I even feel good in my pussy. I love feeling good in ; my pussy. What do you think?"
; ; Somewhere inside of Tami, a voice was fighting, clawing to get ; free. It made her voice strain and sputter as her voice creaked out of ; her. "I think I love feeling good in my pussy."
; ; "I think with my pussy. My brain is a secondary organ. My pussy gives ; me life. My pussy tells me everything. My pussy feeling good gives me ; life. What do you think?"
; ; Tami was trembling all over as she struggled with the words. They were ; obscene... insane... and so, so right. There was nothing but sound of ; Marge's voice in her brain, becoming her thoughts, and the glow of the ; light and it was... it was delicious. Tendrils of pleasure seemed to ; be growing like vines on her skin, covering her arms and legs, her ; hands and feet. Her pussy and breasts were on fire, her clit and ; nipples red-hot points of ecstasy.
; ; "I love my pussy. And my pussy loves Home. Home gives my pussy a ; reason to feel good. Home is the Cause my pussy lives for and ; obeys. And I obey my pussy. I love my pussy. I love what my pussy ; loves. I obey what my pussy obeys. I love Home. I obey Home. I love ; the Cause. I do whatever Home directs me to do for the Cause.
; ; "Tell me Tami, what do you think?"
; ; "I -- I -- n-n-n -- LOVE MY PUSSY!" she screamed as her resistance ; shattered into a trillion fragments.
; ; "I love your pussy, too," intoned Marge, her voice suddenly earthy and ; seductive.
; ; "I love your pussy, too," said Tami. Obeying the imperative sent a ; shockwave of lust and pleasure through her young body.
; ; Tami felt herself standing and moving, and then laying down. The word ; "bed" surfaced, but disappeared, having no meaning.
; ; "I love only women.
; ; "I have no use for men.
; ; "I love only women because Home says I love only women.
; ; "Bringing women Home is my cause.
; ; "I love how women look.
; ; "I love how women smell.
; ; "I love how women feel.
; ; "I love how women taste.
; ; "I love to taste every inch of every woman I see.
; ; "When I bring them Home, I can taste them.
; ; "I love how women fuck."
; ; Each statement moved through Tami like an ultrasonic scalpel, severing ; the threads back to where she had begun. Each word, each syllable was ; bliss, eroding any awareness of anything but the thoughts in her newly ; corrupted pussy-mind.
; ; She knew what she had to do. Her tongue stretched out in longing to ; taste the woman she was with, the woman who offered the light of ; teaching, the woman who had come to take her Home. It found viscous ; wetness, and a delicious, heady flavor unlike any she had ever known ; washed over and through her.
; ; And then she felt it... the tongue that was touching her, matching her ; movements, circling and playing over her clit, something probing her ; asshole, and she was doing the same, and it was being done to her...
; ; She lost track of anything but the union of lust and complete abandon, ; her body floating in the pleasure of woman... no, of obedient ; woman... and finally, just when she thought she'd reached as far into ; pleasure as she could, her soul soared into heaven itself, and she ; came, giving herself completely, totally, with no thought but that her ; lover go there with her, to where they belonged, obedient, ; surrendering, completed as no one had ever been...
; ; Tami was Home. ;
; ; "No, no," said Tami. "Mom had some friends over, and she wanted to ; show me something."
; ; "Sheesh, parents," said Megan, joining in the conversation. "So what ; was it?"
; ; "Just a thing. Better than the Ouija board, though. She let me bring ; it over after I begged."
; ; "You brought the Ouija board, too, didn't you?" It was Sharon ; again. "If you forgot it, we might have to go get it ourselves."
; ; "No, it's right here. But I bet you won't want to use it after you see ; the other thing." Tami put down the large canvas bag and opened ; it. She pulled out a kind of funny looking lamp.
; ; "A lamp?" asked Megan. "You're all excited about a lamp?"
; ; "Look, trust me." Tami took on a dramatic pose, and with a voice that ; like an over-serious imitation of her mom, she said, "One look at ; this, and you'll never look at lamps the same way again! They all fell ; into fits of giggling.
; ; It was already dark outside, but Tami turned out the lights.
; ; "How come no lights?" asked Megan.
; ; "Well, it's much cooler to see that way," said Tami. "Besides, this is ; supposed to be a seance tonight, right?"
; ; "Shut up, Megan," said Sharon. "I want to see this thing, and get it ; out of the way so we can start asking questions of the spirit ; world. WoooOOOoooOOoo!"
; ; They all started laughing again. As her eyes adjusted to the low light ; coming from the new moon through the window, Sharon noticed that ; Tami's eyes looked kind of funny. Almost like reflections in them that ; swirled a bit. But then it was gone, as the lamp Tami had brought over ; started to put out a weird, throbbing hum.
; ; She sat down on the floor and waited. It was going to be a great ; night...