Darkbitch
by Rikku Hakumei
Chapter 1

Chapter 1 length: 2961 words, excluding epigraph
Chapter 1 codes: Hdom HF mc

Story summary: A mysterious anomaly that threatens to engulf the world is centered on one girl, whose vision of a society ruled by busty hermaphroditic intellectuals begins to come to fruition against the desires of a few young government heroines.

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-Rikku

****



"Thou art a scholar, Lycius, and must know
That finer spirits cannot breathe below
In human climes, and live: Alas! poor youth,
What taste of purer air hast thou to soothe
My essence? What serener palaces,
Where I may all my many senses please,
And by mysterious sleights a hundred thirsts appease?"
-John Keats, Lamia


****


The darkening sky outside the train window seemed to reflect Amy Kalnia’s mood. Of course the Agency had to send some heroines to try to take down the Darkbitch from the inside. The villain’s hold on the anomaly was too strong for anything except subterfuge to work. Amy understood, too, that only she, Eri and Jordan were sixteen, which was the only age the Academy’s flimsy front org would take. Still, even after years of training to resist mental influence, was there any way she could stand up to the girl? Could she even get to her? Honestly, it had seemed like the Darkbitch was laughing at them when the letters came, assigning them to widely separated dormitories and requiring them to come days apart. Was it just a coincidence, or did the villain somehow know about the conspiracy she faced? Was she just toying with them?


Amy shook her head hard, and tried to jolt herself out of the depressing string of thoughts. "It’s just the anomaly," she said to herself in a soft voice, after checking to make sure that none of the slutty-looking "attendants" or huge female guards on the private train were in earshot. "That’s what she wants you to think, that it’s hopeless to resist her. That’s why she’s winning, and why the anomaly is growing, and why this train ride lasts eight hours and only passes spooky forests where there used to be cities and towns. She’s getting to you. She gets to everyone like this. But you’re stronger than that, Amy. That’s what you’re here for. You can resist." But it wasn’t the first time she’d spoken words like that, nor even the first time today. And every time she said it, they seemed just a little more hollow. She sighed, and turned back to the looming thunderclouds beyond the glass.


****


As she surveyed her half of the spacious dorm, Eri Kalnia wondered idly how a place so evil could be so beautiful. In rapid succession, her eyes took in a huge closet, a high vaulted ceiling, an impressive cherrywood desk and matching dresser. When she saw the fluffy white carpet, she just had to take her shoes and socks off and wiggle her toes around in it. It felt amazing, almost erotic. The bed looked even more comfortable, done in white and lavender with silk sheets. No windows, though; not that she minded, with the weather around here. There was a certain loneliness reflected in it, though. She wished her twin sis and Jordan would get here sooner: without their support, she felt isolated and alone. It may be beautiful here, but that was small comfort without her friends.


Abruptly, the door opened behind Eri. She had been told to expect girls of stunning beauty, but that seemed nothing new; everyone on the Silver Squad was at least six feet tall and had a figure that made boys and many girls drool. But this was something else entirely. Towering at least a foot above her, she had boobs like basketballs and carried them with confidence in a coal-black silk shirt. The dark-haired giant moved her impossible figure with dignity and grace as she slid into the room. And there was some strange twinkle in her striking green eyes that took in her surroundings as if she owned them. When she spoke, her voice was wine-dark, but lustrous and melodic.


"Hi. You must be Eri. I'm Jade, your roommate. I'm third-year; they assign us to freshmen to help ease the transition. I hope we can get along. You're beautiful, you know."


Serenely, Jade held out her hand to Eri. Even that looked erotic, its refined elfin spindles seeming to anticipate a dexterity with her flesh. As they politely shook, a tingle seemed to flow directly from Eri's hand to her pussy, interrupting Eri's belated consideration of Jade's lie: there couldn't be any third-years since the anomaly only appeared two weeks ago. That thought flew away fast -- Eri's body comprehensively betrayed her as the arousal hit like lightning; she staggered back against the bed; all her breath left her at once as if she had taken a punch to the gut. Physical manipulation: she'd been trained for this, right? Her mind tried to summon up a counter. But Jade knew when to press an advantage. She rapidly closed the distance to the young blonde agent, and planted a soft, chaste-seeming kiss on her mouth. But she had hit, somehow, just the right spot. Eri's pleasure redoubled, and her body seemed to give her no choice but to continue. Her training was lost to oblivion as she eagerly kissed back, pulling Jade's huge tits close against her chest as she exploded in sudden and instantaneous orgasm.


****


For Kai, as for most of the warriors stationed at the school, the incomers' bus was the most frustrating security detail. For someone used to the power to ravage all but class prefects with impunity at this school, even if it had only started two weeks ago, it was guaranteed blue balls to have to pace around all day and do nothing. "They're not ready to obey you," Akiko had insisted at training. "They need to be, if you will, broken in by the influence of the anomaly." Fuck! Like any of these new bitches could actually put up a fight against a member of the Darkbitch Army! True, rules were rules, and most of the time they benefited her greatly. But that didn't make bus day any easier to bear.


Bored, she looked in on a random compartment through the one-way mirror. The girl wistfully staring out at the wind and rain outside was stunning. Her face, open and beautiful, was haloed by golden-blonde hair done up in a long ponytail. She was tall, perhaps only six inches under Kai, and had, barring her full chest, a lithe and catlike body that, though relaxed, looked constantly ready to spring up and do battle. Kai could only imagine how she'd look after she'd been hypersexualized by the Darkbitch's anomaly. It was unlikely she'd be the only warrior chasing after her in the hallway. As the for-show attendants were on break, and the girls were all locked in their compartments, no one could see as she extracted her cock from her too-tight black vinyl shorts and began to furiously beat off. A venial sin, if you listened to Akiko, but one she would gladly risk after seeing that angelic face, which she imagined wrapped around her girlhood, paying homage on her knees.


****


Jade had kept her charge going for nearly an hour, serenely exploring and allowing herself to be explored, touching all the right spots with practiced ease. Then, when the time was right, she had lifted up her leather skirt, dropped her panties and taken out thirteen inches of prime girl-meat. (The Darkbitch was kind to her favorites.) Eri tried to protest, but was so tired and so in lust that she really couldn't. And once she found out the places deep within her that Jade's dick could touch, she hadn't seemed to mind.


Now, as she was listlessly cleaning her pussy-juice off Jade's cock, Eri was hit with another shock. Suddenly, Jade thrust deep into Eri's throat, triggering a gag reflex that unsuccessfully tried to force the cock out. Simultaneously, Jade pushed deep into her mind. The shock, and Eri's lust-addled, fatigued state, overwhelmed even the months-built resistance to mental control that had been the primary focus of the Agency's training. In no time at all, she gave up and submitted as Jade, taking advantage of Eri's attraction, began to thoroughly tie the girl to herself. She brought a finely-wrought hand to Eri's cheek, seeming to send love and devotion welling upwards to the place it touched.


"Eri, my slut, I want you to listen very carefully to my words..."


****

"So you're telling me that we have no way of contacting them all!? They could both be dead, and I would have no idea?" A severely pissed-off Jordan Meian flipped her wine-red hair so hard it flew halfway around her head, fixing her superior, Leah Smithson, the squad's project head, with her best death stare across the grey, bureaucratic-stereotype table lit only by a harsh fluorescent bulb. But the plain, service-hardened woman was, as always, unperturbed. Which wasn't surprising: she was so much of a hard-ass that she was, behind her back, universally called Agent Smith after the movie character -- sometimes even by her superiors.


"Jordan... how many times do I have to go over this? Nothing can get in or out of the anomaly without that villain's permission. That includes electromagnetic waves of all sorts. Obviously you remember the loss of the Second Division. The reason we still don't know what happened to them is that all their radio and computer equipment stopped transmitting. And how do you think we measure its size? We leave detectors out and note when they seem to disappear. It's only a fluke that we've gotten the barest glimpse of the girl. You should know all that from training."


"Of course I do." (She hadn't. She never paid attention to the super-boring lecture parts.) "But I still can't believe that with, you know, the full resources of the government thrown open to it, the Agency can't figure out a way to -- to bridge that gap."


"It just doesn't work like that," she responded icily. "Our money cannot breach the laws of physics."


Then, thrown into an uncharacteristically moody moment, the woman brought her eyes up to the ceiling, and, in what passed for a display of emotion for her, emitted something that was not quite a sigh.


"Only she can do that."


****

"Welcome, Jade."


The Darkbitch's voice didn't sound particularly cruel. Maybe a bit aloof, if that. It ran smoothly like cool waters over Jade's ears. It was light and airy, too youthful for the reputation its user enjoyed here. It made Jade hot, as usual.


"The next batch of seven hundred students has been processed for the incoming class and is safe in obedience to you, Goddess. A selection of those I judge the most promising await in the antechamber, as you commanded."


"It's too much to hope that Eri is among them?"


"Goddess, though she is taken, it would not yet be safe. But, in one more night, you will have them all."


"That's fine, thrall. Let the girls in now, please."


Extending a slender arm, Jade effortlessly swung open the massive cedar double doors that led to the entrance of the Castle. About two dozen girls with perfect bodies, or perhaps exaggerated from perfect, streamed in from the huge, candlelit hall adjacent. Soon this modest structure was going to be a relic: thanks to the huge amount of psychic energy caused by the transformations of all those caught in the anomaly already, a massive building project was being carried out under Akiko and a few of the most creative and artistic thralls. Soon the Academy would be the centerpiece of a grand city, eventually of a glorious nation.

The Darkbitch -- her real name was Kennedy, although only Aki and Jade were allowed to call her that, and they usually didn't -- fixed her glistening red eyes at the twenty-foot vaulted roof and imagined it two thousand feet. But her gaze soon drifted back to the hot girls, out of their uniforms for the weekend, who were beginning to crowd around the foot of the Egyptian-statuary-inspired diorite throne. She stepped off, considering the girls, trying to decide whom she would make prefect. It could take a while, as there were many more slots available than last week, when the first classes started, and a lot more girls to fill them. (It had been a tricky problem at first to convince girls to come visit the anomaly for an otherwise unknown scholastic opportunity; for example, she'd had to send agents out into the real world, breaking the barrier that normally prevented exit. It took a lot of energy to do that, and besides, the Darkbitch didn't much like to let her thralls leave.)

Moreover, she had set aside three very special slots for the Silver Squad agents. They'd be pretty hot with some extra endowments, based on the camera footage that was already showing the beginnings of their transformations. In any case, the black-haired domina, who looked like a slightly younger sister of Jade with a more muscular physique, approached the nearest girl, a tall, bubbly blonde in a thin white blouse, and groped her huge tits. She clearly wouldn't make it, but the Darkbitch asked her story anyway, for entertainment.

"My name is Tina, Goddess." (Giggle.) "I was quarterback at Oklahoma Tech, where I had the only satisfying relationship of my life with the starting tailback. He's probably somewhere here too, but who knows. Anyway, I like it here. I feel free."

The Darkbitch nodded and moved on. She liked to think the anomaly wasn't entirely evil, but given all the shit she'd have to put up with if she were still in high school in the real world, besides the fact that there were government agents present who would like to kill her and still had a chance just slightly above zero of doing so, she wasn't terribly worried about fairness. The signage outside said Darkbitch Academy. Eventually, Darkbitch City. Her world. A dark world. Unfair, like the real world. But better in almost every way. No death. No disease. Only occasional and fleeting pain against near constant pleasure. An aesthetic sense, if a rather morbid one. And the students would learn more in the fraction of class that wasn't devoted to sex-play -- about Schopenhauer, Senghor, Sophocles -- than they ever would have otherwise. A free university education, many times over. She'd attend the classes herself soon, once new students could be processed and integrated a safe distance away. That should happen in a couple of days. It would be fun as hell.

She found a tall, smiling hottie some distance to the right, who looked much more interesting. (Typically, the more interesting and extensive the modifications the anomaly makes, the smarter and more creative the person is. Kennedy actually used to look more impressive at first, but downgraded voluntarily. Dominating people who are larger than you is more fun, thought the Darkbitch.) Shiny sky-blue hair, long and straight, fell down nearly to this girl's waist, framing a really cute and oddly peaceful face with royal blue eyes that sparkled like the sea. She wore a lapis lazuli choker and a thin, low-cut lavender dress, which showed off assets even bigger than Tina's, although they looked smaller at first due to her extreme height.

"My delicious thrall, what's your name? What was your life?"

"Goddess, I am Kaia." (No giggle.) "I was a freelance software engineer who wrote poetry in my spare time. I never kissed a lover before I got here."

"I imagine you've kissed many here."

"More than I can count, and done much more besides. I am grateful, Goddess, for the opportunities I have here."

She looked like she didn't want to hurt anyone, ever. Which was perfect: on the prefect's job, she'd be inflicting a lot of pain, albeit with a lot of pleasure attached. It was hot when somebody badass like Akiko, the former general, suddenly bent a girl over and took her in the ass, the victim of an insatiable impulse. It was hotter when someone serene and calm like Jade -- or this Kaia -- did it. The Darkbitch made her decision in a snap.

"You'll have more. I'm appointing you a class prefect. Come here at the same time tomorrow night to receive your new cock."

The Darkbitch brought Kaia's head down to her own level for a quick but impassioned kiss, then added: "This offer is conditional on a really good blowjob."

After waiting patiently for the Darkbitch to return to her comfortably-padded throne, Kaia lowered her head down, lifted up her Goddess's black skirt, and pulled out the smooth simulacrum of a male organ that was already rapidly growing from above her pussy. She flicked the head a few times with her tongue, then took the head in and began maneuvering it with grace. Perfect and interesting fellatio was one of a million skills everyone exposed to the anomaly received, so Kaia couldn't really lose the job. She didn't know that, though, so she was apprehensive and a bit frightened the whole time. Which was fun. Maybe, thought the Darkbitch, she'd tell her she hadn't decided yet...

Eh, no need. Besides, the Darkbitch wanted to be nice to her. Hers was one of the more impressive combinations of form and personality she had seen so far. She could see herself making space for her in the bedroom. As she erupted in the siren's throat, brought skillfully and quickly to peak, the domina pictured her and Jade petting, fondling each other lost to the pleasures of the flesh as she slid in and strategically slipped her cock somewhere naughty. But their images were soon replaced by the blonde angels, Amy and Eri, raised to impressive theosis against their will by the anomaly, doing her bidding. She quickly extricated herself, got back into the milling, groping-each-other crowd and sought out another hottie, a voluptuous and muscular purple-haired amazon, to distract her.

...Damn, Kennedy, you always want what you can't quite have, don't you? Get your hand out of the oven -- there are hundreds, soon thousands of appetizing cookie jars just waiting for you to stick your hand in. And the timer's set for the fresh batch already.