Obscurum Intus: Patient Zero (c) Part 2 "The Promise" By Fiction Writer #13 (m/f, teen, first, voy, exhib, solo, paranormal) An eternity seemed to pass as she drifted through a never ending void of darkness, silence and cold. She cried out for help, but no one could hear her pleas. She was alone... so alone... and the loneliness tore at her, ripped away at her sanity. Just as she was about to give in to the emptiness a pinprick of light appeared, and with it came hope. She drifted towards the light, and it filled her with such joy, a joy she had never felt before. As she drew near it became clear that it wasn't just a point of light, it was a figure. She was not alone after all, someone else was here, someone else was trapped in the darkness with her. Knowing she was not alone brought a smile to her lips and made her heart pound in her chest. Closer and closer they drifted towards each other. She could see that the figure wasn't emitting light as she'd first thought, but it was illuminated somehow. It was as if it were cut out from a photograph taken on a sun filled summer day and pasted onto a black background. She realized that she too appeared this way, two figures plucked from a world of light and placed into one of dark. "HELLO!" she cried out as loud as she could. "CAN YOU HEAR ME?" The figure shifted its position at the sound of her voice. It turned toward her in a slow fluidic motion, as if they were suspended underwater. She could see that the figure was nude, nude and male. Her eyes locked onto his groin, the first penis she had seen other than the images and videos on the internet. A wave of guilt washed over her as she stared so intently. She averted her gaze, only to discover that he was not the only one devoid of clothing. "Oh my god!" The words slipped from her lips as she contorted herself in a desperate attempt to hide her exposed body from his eyes. Don't be ashamed... The deep voice startled her at first, but something about it was familiar, comforting. "I'm... I'm not." There is no need to lie to me... I can see into your soul... You have no secrets from me... She trembled inside. Her arms tightened around her breasts, her legs pinched closed and lock at her ankles. Look upon me... See how I exist free of shame... See how I feel no guilt for allowing my eyes to devour the beauty of you... Look upon me and accept the gifts you have been promised for your servitude... Slowly her eyes fluttered open. They feel as if she was using them for the first time in her life. The brightness of him was blinding, but she couldn't turn away. He was so close now, so close that she could recognize him. "Tommy?" she gasped. "Is that really you?" His lips curled up at the corners in the sly smile she knew so well, the same smile that made her belly flutter on so many occasions. "Oh Tommy... it really is you? Why are we here? Why's this happening to us?" This is happening because I need you... Deb's eyes squinted against the light. She could have sworn she hadn't seen his lips move as he spoke, but she couldn't help but be touched by his words. "You... you need me?" Yes... Her heart thumped in her chest. No one had ever told her that they needed her before. She'd always felt like she was in the way, replaceable, even to her parents who were always too busy for her. I chose you... I chose you from among all the others, to be mine and mine alone... "Tommy, I..." Her hands slowly moved away from her breasts, exposing them to another person for the first time since she'd started wearing a bra. His eyes burned her skin as they roamed over her. It took her breath away to be so exposed, and started a tingling in her groin. She had to show him more, wanted to show him more, needed to. Her ankles unhooked, her knees parted, and his eyes feasted on the sparse triangle of downy soft curly hair she'd always tried to keep concealed. "I chose you too," she whispered. He glistened in the darkness, a thin sheen of sweat coating him from head to toe as he admired her from afar. Her eyes were drawn to his prick, that odd bit of tubular flesh with a mushroom cap that had preoccupied and concerned her for the better part of her blossoming adolescence. She felt flushed as she watched in fascination, watched as it thickened and lengthened. Ever so slowly it raised itself, pointed towards her, then continued upwards until it touched his flat, muscular belly. Her breathing became labored as she watched his testicles tighten, the twin orbs beneath the thin skin rolling around as if some alien creature were living within. It looked bigger than she anticipated, or perhaps that was just due to the building anxiety of allowing him to pierce her maidenhead with it. As she grew to understand what sex truly meant, as she graduated from the childlike belief that kissing was the pinnacle of a relationship and learned of the more intimate details of making love, fear crept in. Knowledge of the pain associated with losing her virginity had caused her to put all fantasies of sex into a future context. One day she'd let him. One day she'd feel him inside of her. One day she'd know what it was like. Now, faced with the imminent and near certain puncturing of her body, she trembled and her belly turned in on itself. 'It's not too late,' she reasoned with herself. 'You can back out. Just tell him you aren't ready yet, he'll understand. You don't have to do this.' As her lips moved to speak, the two bodies once separated by an immeasurable distance, came together in a tight embrace. The heat of his bare flesh warmed her to the core, and she swooned as his lips met hers. With barely a conscious thought of her previous anxiety she wrapped her legs around his slim waist, her sex pressing firmly against his engorged organ. Their tongues invaded and retreated into each other's mouths, stealing tastes of desire, and simulating the act to which they were about to consummate. Her body betrayed her mind's fear of the pain. Her heart raced, her breathing stuttered, and her opening flowered to allow his cock access. She could feel her juices flowing, felt them flooding her insides to a point where they spilled from her and ran down the separation of her buttocks. His hips moved against her, grinding himself against her sex, sliding his hardness up and down the groove, rubbing and massaging her clit until it too swelled with blood. The sensations sent her into overload and she felt the waves of orgasm send her body into muscular convulsions as her fingernails dug into Tom's back. She came in silence; her face contorted into a rigor mask of agony, though all she felt was ecstasy. This was the second time she'd ever been brought off by someone other than herself, and her electric toothbrush never produced the level of bliss she was experiencing now. Tom took advantage of her distracted state. The tip of his prick dipped lower, its purple hued head notching itself into the slight depression of her blocked channel. His hips lunged forward, breaking through the overgrowth of skin effortlessly, sending his prick upward into her body. Debbie gasped and her eyes went wide. The twinge of pain was significant, but felt muted as her orgasm continued to roll and wash over her. Cold sweat bathed her from head to toe as adrenalin coursed through her veins, her mind attempting to regain control and get her away from whatever was stabbing into her, away from the violent invader. Her senses returned faster than she would have liked, the adrenalin doing its job too well. Her pussy ached, her insides burned as flesh stretched to accommodate Tom. She shook at the realization she'd been taken, pierced, and skewered. It was nearly incomprehensible to her that another human being was now inside of her body, had she not looked down to where their groins merged into one she wouldn't have believed it. As she brought her racing mind back under control, she could feel him, feel him inside of her. He wasn't moving but she could feel him in there, feel that what was filling her was alive. It had a pulse all its own, one out of tune with hers, and she could feel it throbbing. Tom moved his hips, and the invading tube of hard flesh disappeared further into her. She gasped as it traversed new territory, feeling both revolted by the stretching pain and a weird elation at the accomplishment of such a defining adult act. She was, after all, no longer a virgin, and to her mind... no longer a child. She'd crossed the final threshold of little girl and could never return. Nothing would be the same from now on, nothing. As strange as it might sound, her first thought after this realization was, 'I can't wait to tell all my friends!' I'm inside of you, from now until the end of time... "Yes." Her eyes marveled at their union, at the way their pubic hair blended together, the way she could no longer see her labia or his cock. We are complete... We are one... "Yes." He began to pull away, the ridges of his cock rubbing her insides as it was withdrawn, drawing from her nerves conflicting feelings of pleasure tinged with pain. No one shall come between us... Our bond is strong, everlasting, unbreakable... "Yesss." She hissed and winced as he slowly drove himself back into her depths. You are mine, forever... "Yes... oh... mmn.." He pushed hard, burying himself as far into her as possible, before withdrawing once again, leaving Deb with an odd emptiness left behind. Until this moment she never thought of herself as incomplete, but now, after feeling him inside of her, she would never feel complete again with him absent. "Please..." she gasped. "Please..." Her legs locked tighter around Tom's waist, trying to pull him back inside, but he wouldn't budge. Swear to me... Pledge your allegiance to me once again... "Please..." she hunched her hips, desperate to be filled again. "I'll do anything you want." And I will require you to do many things, but you must first abandon yourself to me, fully and completely... "Anything!" she slapped his back as tears of frustration rained down her cheeks. "I promise!" Then let go... Let go of your free will... Let go of all that has restrained your life up until this very moment... And follow me... "I'm yours! I'm yours to do with as you please!" she screamed into the darkness. As you wish... He plunged into her, taking her by surprise. The force with which he entered took her breath away, and for a moment she wished he hadn't listened to her pleas. Then he pulled out again, just as fast, before plunging fully into her again. Over and over, he thrust and withdrew. It hurt, it stung, it burned, but it also tingled and fluttered, causing her to gasp as her body began to crave such mixed sensations. "Yes! Yes! Harder! Fuck me! Fuck me! Uhgn... Uhgn... Uhgn..." As his tempo increased, her juices flowed, lubricating the path. It hurt, it hurt so good. She needed to bite something, but she couldn't get her hand up to her mouth. His shoulder lay bare before her eyes; she sunk her teeth into his flesh, the coppery tinge of blood tingled on her tongue. "Mmmm... Nya... nyah... nyah... ah... mmm... nnn..." He fucked her hard and fast, her body nothing more than a rag doll in his arms. She could feel it coming, the building pressure, the feeling she needed to pee but knew was much, much more than that. The pain had been replaced by numbness, his cock more like a blur than something real. It seemed to grow larger inside of her, filling her as she needed to be filled, hitting just the right spots for ultimate pleasure. He spoke as he stabbed her, his words seeming to bypass her ears and go directly into her mind. We shall not be alone in this darkness for long... She wasn't sure what he was talking about, but she really didn't care anymore. She had given up thinking, just didn't want to do it anymore. It was better to feel than to think, better to let go and allow her body to accept what Tommy was doing to her. You will find others for me... You will make them join us... His thrusts became more urgent, more determined to fill her. She knew he was going to cum, and he was going to do it inside her. He was going to spill his seed into her body. The grossness of that act would have turned her stomach only a few hours before. The thought of someone else's bodily fluids squirting inside of her had caused her great distress whenever she thought about sex and she'd vowed never to let that happen if it could be avoided, but she had changed since then. My influence shall spread amongst your people... It will reach every corner of your world... She wanted him to cum inside her. She wanted to feel him spurt that sticky sperm filled fluid deep into her body. She wondered if she would be able to feel them swimming around inside, wondered if it would tickle, or make her feel squishy inside. An army of humanity shall be raised... An army the likes of which this world has never known... She'd never wanted to get pregnant, not after witnessing the horror of "The Miracle of Life" with its graphic display of spurting blood, amniotic fluid, and that disgusting purple thing she didn't recognize as being the baby until the bile had risen in her throat. But now she felt differently. She wanted him to make a baby in her. She wanted to feel it grow in her belly, wanted to know that something from this encounter would last much longer than this moment. All shall know of me... All shall pledge their lives to my service... She felt him swelling up inside her, felt his muscles tensing, felt his hands tighten so hard she knew his fingers would leave bruises where they touched. He was about to give her what she wanted. He was about to cum. And you, Debra Fergusson, you shall be the first... "YES! YES! GIVE IT TO ME!" As the first molten hot blasts of semen spurted from Tom, Deb's eyes rolled up into the back of her head and her entire body went rigid. Her enflamed cunt erupted as she came with him. Her juices spilled from her body and tumbled out into the void, appearing like diamonds or stars in the darkness. Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing but having him inside of her, and now that she was full of his seed she would never have to worry about being alone ever again. They had become one. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wake up, Debbie... It's time to wake up... 'No!' Debbie cried to herself. 'I don't want too. I want this feeling to last forever.' "Come on, Debbie. I made you some soup, it's going to get cold." Deb's eyes fluttered open. The darkness had gone, as had Tommy. She lay in her bed, the covers twisted and wrapped around her like a hungry serpent waiting to devour her. Her mother smiled as Deb sat up in bed. "We were getting worried about you. Looks like what ever you came down with is letting up." Her hand pressed against Deb's forehead. "Feels like your fever broke." All a dream, it was all just a dream. But it had felt so real, so very, very real. "Did I miss dinner?" "Yes, honey. Your father and I thought it best to let you sleep." "What'd you have?" "Meatloaf." Deb made a sour face. "Oh come on, my meatloaf isn't bad." "If you say so," Deb smirked. "Thanks for the soup, I'm starving." "No problem, sweetie." Her mother leaned over and kissed her cheek. "I'm off to bed now, but if you need anything, just give a holler." "Going to bed?" "Mmm-hmm. It's almost ten o'clock. You've been asleep since your friends dropped you off around four." "Wow, I can't believe I slept that long." "Well, you were pretty sick. I almost had your father take you to the hospital." "I feel fine now." "Good." Deb's mom gave another kiss before standing up and walking towards the bedroom door. "G'night, sweetie. See you in the morning." "Night Mom." Deb waited for her mom to close the door before she pulled the tangle of covers free from her body. Her mom had apparently taken the liberty of redressing her in her night clothes before putting her to bed, though not the ones Deb would have chosen for herself. She looked down at the heavy flannel pajama pants and shirt. 'Yuck, I haven't worn this since I was eleven.' Sighing to herself, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and began unbuttoning the top. Her mom had left her bra on, affording her at least some modesty in her incapacitated condition. After slipping her arms through the straps and spinning the cups around so that the hook was in the front, she peeled the sweaty undergarment off. Instantly her nipples grew hard in the somewhat cold air of her bedroom. She placed her feet on the floor and stood up, only to sit back down just as fast. "Ouch." Her hands went to her groin to cover the dull ache there. 'Damn, what happened to me?' She stood up again, this time moving much slower so as not to re- injure herself. Once up she pulled the waist band of the pajamas down her hips until they were loose enough to fall to her ankles on their own. Next to drop to the floor were her cotton panties, but she caught them before they made it past her knees when she noticed a small spot of blood. 'Aw crap,' she cursed to herself. 'My period's not due for another week and a half. Why's it so early?' She carefully removed the stained garment and set it next to the hamper in her room. She would need to take care of that stain before it set, but right now she just wanted to get dressed in her favorite PJs and eat some of the soup before got too cold. In her top drawer she found the white Victoria's Secret babydoll nightie she'd purchased without her parent's knowledge. It was so sheer it was see-through, and covered with intricately embroidered eyelets that let little peeks of her skin be seen underneath. She loved the way it fit, and how sexy it made her feel. She'd worn it every night since she'd bought it last spring, and planned to keep on wearing it until the nights grew to cold to sleep comfortably in it. The nightie slipped over her head and settle around her, its thin straps landing delicately on her smooth shoulders. She took a moment to admire her figure in the full length mirror, turning sideways to see how cute her bare bum looked peeking out just below the hem. After smiling to herself she moved back to open drawer to select a pair of panties. "Fucking period," she grumbled to herself after selecting a pair of underwear that weren't sexy, but would keep her overnight pad in place. Back to the bed she went and sat, 'granny panties' in hand. As she lifted her foot to slip the underwear on the ache in her groin returned ten-fold. "OUCH! God damn." She dropped her leg back down and let the panties slip to the floor. "What the fuck, why does my pussy hurt?" She pulled a small hand mirror from her bedside table, scooted to the very edge of the mattress and spread her knees as far apart as she could before the ache came back. She held the mirror between her thighs and angled it so her lamp light aided her self investigation. Her eyes narrowed as she twisted the mirror to get the optimal view of her sex. "What the..." Her labia were red and slightly swollen. She used her free hand to gently spread herself open wider. "Oh-my-god." Her eyes widened in shock. Her opening gaped wide, no longer impeded by a hymen. 'It was... real!' Her mind reeled. 'It really happened! My dream, it was real!' Still holding the mirror with one hand, her other gently prodded the tender inflamed flesh between her legs. She watched in amused interest as her vagina seemed to wince at her touch, the entrance into her closing slightly before opening again. Her insides glistened in the light. 'I can't believe my dream really happened. It really, really happened. I'm not a virgin anymore. Tommy took my virginity, and I let him. I let him take me! I'm a woman now, for real.' Her finger slipped into her newfound depths, and this time it was her face that winced. 'Still sore, but it feels too good to stop.' She pulled her feet onto the bed and lay down, the panties now long forgotten on the floor. She gripped the mirror with her free hand, her eyes enjoying the reflected sight of her pussy as her fingers toyed and teased, slipped into and out of, and rubbed in circles around her growing clitoris. "Mmm... so good," she purred. "Oh Tommy, that feels so good." She imagined she could still feel him inside of her, could still feel the sperm he pumped into her body. 'Anything you want... it's yours...' Her skin flushed pink under the sheer nightie as a new fever burned within. 'I'm yours, Tommy. I'm yours, and soon I will find others to join us, just as you asked.' The mirror dropped to the mattress as her eyes closed. She could see his face in her mind, and he smiled as he watched her play with herself for his enjoyment. 'We won't be alone in the darkness. We won't be alone ever again.' The quiet of her room filled with soft sighs and wet slurping sounds as her finger plunged her depths. 'I promise.' Continued in Part Three "The Hunger".... You can find more of my stories at: https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Moments_In_My_Mind/www/Index.html Join my forum and I'll send you an email notification of when I update my stories: http://fw13.suddenlaunch3.com/index.cgi Read what I've been up to on my Blog: http://fictionwriter13.blogspot.com Feedback, Questions or Comments can be sent here: FictionWriter13@msn.comOI- Patient Zero- 2 The Promise