Darkbitch
by Rikku Hakumei
Chapter 3

Chapter 3 length: 4047 words, excluding epigraph
Chapter 3 codes: Hdom HF mc anal sad

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

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"Lo! Death has reared himself a throne 
In a strange city lying alone 
Far down within the dim West, 
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best 
Have gone to their eternal rest. 
There shrines and palaces and towers 
(Time-eaten towers that tremble not!) 
Resemble nothing that is ours. 
Around, by lifting winds forgot, 
Resignedly beneath the sky 
The melancholy waters lie."
-Edgar Allan Poe, The City in the Sea


****


It was hard to see the faint reflection of her face in the window against the windblown cypresses, perpetually cloudy sky and vaguely threatening cyber-Flamboyant-Gothic structures. Amy Kalnia studied it closely anyway while students around her near-silently shuffled past her to turn in their quizzes to Miss Rhea. What looked back was not quite familiar, and every new detail refocused her attention on the ghostly image, from the newly refined cheekbones to the deepening of her already striking eyes to something approaching International Klein Blue. That wasn't a color that had been in her vocabulary before class, but Rhea had just given one hell of an hour's crash course in 20th century art, from Klein to Klee to Macke, from Braque to Derain to Vlaminck. She'd been a pretty damned good student back at the Hive, but fuck if she hadn't internalized every word of the lecture. If there was one beneficial effect of the anomaly, it was the awesome razor-sharp mental acuity she now felt, as if she'd never forget another word, another sight, another taste.

And there were many kinds of taste to remember in this weird world. The inexplicable but not unexpected slight metallic taste in the air, as if emphasizing the artificiality of the place. The haute cuisine served at every meal; no choice given but always different from her neighbors and always perfect. The slightly tangy taste of her roommate's honeypot when she had yielded on her first night, unwilling but reluctant to display her resistance lest Julia let it get around that her roommate was some weirdo who didn't want to munch her carpet, and once she started she just couldn't stop, in so many positions, on the floor, and they found some toys in a dresser, and finally collapsed in exhaustion hours later as the moon shone serenely through the blinds.

It's when she woke up the next morning that she really started to notice the changes. They were subtle in most ways: a slight facial realignment, some skin airbrushing. But it was hard not to notice the extra cup size or the two inches in height. And the changes had continued, slowly but surely, the next day and night. And even now she looked different than she had a couple of hours before in the mirror. It was hard to remember how weird it was if she didn't keep reminding herself. There was a sort of muddle that followed her around, and it just kept coming back no matter how many times she used the "mushin" technique -- it tried to convince her that she had looked the same way all along, and that everything was normal; it attacked her memory, her only point of comparison in a world where everyone had a porn-star figure. Even the snapshots in her luggage changed as she did. She remembered a sort of light-headed feeling when she noticed that, as if the universe was beginning to go out of sync.

A vague unplaceable feeling of change brought her out of her reverie to face forward rigidly like a good student and take stock. She heard no more faint shuffling of feet; the sea of about three dozen people surrounding her on three sides, of wildly varying hair colors and identical black-and-white well-filled-out uniforms, was still around her. At the front of the room, Miss Rhea was quickly and efficiently grading the quizzes and entering the scores into the laptop in the front of the room. The moment she finished, a student at the front of the class, with watermelon-green hair cut in jagged waves, languidly extended her tall frame to full height.

Her name was Sydney, she was this classroom's prefect, and she had a reputation for cruelty. Amy had gained that much from subdued pre-class conversation -- all of which had stopped when Sydney entered the room. But it was only now, as the prefect eased her way behind the desk toward Miss Rhea, that Amy got a good look at her. Of course the girl was, like everyone else around her, strikingly beautiful. But it was just as obvious from her fashion choices -- from the black lipstick to the studded bracelets -- that she was not to be trifled with. Prefects could ignore the dress code; instead of the tiny grey-white plaid skirt that Amy and her classmates wore, she sported leather hot pants to show off the most coveted benefit of her position. Her cock was clearly huge, and clearly straining against the fabric. The part of Amy still in control of herself, still tied to her own upbringing and sense of rightness, felt revulsion at the sight. But the part that was uncontrollably aroused was far deeper and more basic. If Sydney wanted to use that tool on her, Amy wouldn't merely be playing along.

Sydney motioned for Miss Rhea to get up. The teacher didn't have a choice: she was outranked. Amy had learned the details earlier that morning in orientation. The prefect couldn't interfere with the class for the first hour and a half, while the teacher lectured or gave examinations. The teacher was expected to take some liberties during that time -- groping, slapping, and so on -- but also had to finish the lecture, and even then she couldn't touch the prefect. For the last hour of class, and for the rest of the day, the prefect had absolute authority over every person in the class, including the teacher. In the absence of the prefect's orders, the teacher had the same authority over the other students. But a cruel prefect -- and Sydney was one -- could control that authority. Essentially, Sydney had two dicks: one on her own body, and one on Miss Rhea's.

And, clearly, Sydney knew it. She reached underneath Rhea's crimson skirt -- an easy reach, as the muscular teacher, for the sake of image, towered over all the students by at least a foot -- and pulled that cock out, long and thick. She idly stroked, massaged and painfully squeezed it, drawing gasps and moans in various registers. Bored with that, she moved her hand up to grope the huge tits encased in the teacher's too-tight sweater. Then she embraced Rhea, pulled her close, and brought her head down for an aggressive kiss, her own cock brushing against Rhea's. Sydney played with the teacher for several minutes, while the class remained still and silent: nobody wanted to be the first to incur the prefect's wrath, or even her notice.

But, inevitably, she was going to select someone. Breaking the kiss, Sydney cast her eyes briefly across the class. She nodded, pleased with her selection, before anyone could tell who it was. An odd chill went down Amy's spine: would it be her? She supposed the shudder, fearful yet anticipatory, was collective. At least the prefect spoke to Rhea, in a surprisingly soft but still authoritative voice.

"The brown-haired girl in the second row?"

"Julia, miss."

"Bring her up here. Rudely."


****

The Darkbitch sighed in carefree pleasure, warm water lapping at her feet, as she descended another step down the ornate marble staircase that led into her new, massive indoor pool. Her arms were wrapped around the waists of two much taller beauties, each of whom would become a prefect in a few hours. On the left was Tsadi, the dark-skinned, elegant girl who moved with a catlike grace. Opposite her was the lushly voluptuous form of the sky-blue-haired Kaia, whose infectious smile and sexual enthusiasm were fast making her the Darkbitch's favorite.

She gazed out at the crowd of nearly five hundred girls, who had been let off from school to tend to their Goddess and to celebrate the completion of this first room of the gargantuan new Black Palace. A few dozen of these were prefects, whose angry cocks either rested sideways in their tiny bikini bottoms or stood flat against their chests, which led a couple of them to start giving themselves tit-fucks. Most of the girls were clustered in groups of two to five, pleasuring each other but not forgetting to face the Darkbitch and help give her a panoramic show.

Closing her eyes, the Darkbitch began to fall to one side. Effortlessly she guided Kaia's body with her mind so that she fell straight into the sinking blue-haired girl's massive mounds, floating just above the water. In perfectly synchronized motion, Tsadi sunk lower on the other side, lifted the Darkbitch's tiny black bikini top and embraced her rapidly expanding dick below the water with her huge caramel-colored tits. As Tsadi's goddess moaned in seething pleasure at the delicious friction, her angry cock shot inches above the surface. Tsadi leaned forward, pressing her tits more firmly against the girlcock, and swirled her tongue around the angry head lightly, as if trying a too-cold ice cream cone.

There was a soft rumbling noise as a small part of the pale, violet-tinged marble wall, about a third of the way down from the entrance behind the Darkbitch, began to swing on its axis. A solitary figure stepped through, her hardening cock stretching out from under her beige desert-camouflage bikini bottom. Absurdly tall and well-muscled, her imposing stance, hands on hips and chest thrust out, served to draw attention to a supercharged pair of knockers that balanced her musculature with equally impressive pornified femininity. Her hair was long, perfectly straight, silky and beautiful, black with just a hint of a blue or violet tinge; her face was youthful, cute -- the upturned nose, for instance -- and sexual, especially the bright red, puffy, smirking lips, inviting, but to a place you might want to think twice about visiting. But something about the facial structure, and certainly her demeanor, radiated poise and authority.

"How goes it, little Aki mine?" The Darkbitch smiled wider, taking in the lovely vision of her general without bothering to open an eye. She sighed and relaxed into the soft, wet breast-pillows supplied by Kaia.

"I am happy to report it, my Goddess. The exterior facade is constructed, and several dozen rooms, including many bedrooms, are finished. We are working well ahead of schedule, and should be essentially finished by the time of tonight's prefect ceremony. I should no longer need to supervise the workers in person, although I will, of course, keep in check mentally." 

"Awesome. Come over here and join me, then. Kaia, Tsadi, go 'way for a bit; Akiko and I need some alone time."

"Thank you, my Goddess."


****

Miss Rhea, stoically obeying the harsh prefect, lifted Julia, Amy's unresisting roommate, out of her seat and dragged her by one arm to the front of the room. Julia's chestnut-brown ponytail jerked wildly as the muscular teacher swung her this way and that, sending the cute, freckled girl's giant tits bouncing erotically in her black lacy uniform top. Sydney, turning to face the girl, shoved one of Julia's slender, creamy hands, the nails an eager bubblegum-pink, into her own pants. Sydney then brought her own hand, nails a shiny black and adorned with gleaming studded rings, to stroke the side of the girl's face in mock adoration. Abruptly, but deliberately, she pressed one of the sharp studs against Julia's face and scratched a large, bloody arc into the flesh, eliciting a loud scream.

Amy blanched in horror and sympathy. Whatever further pain Sydney had planned, Amy wished it were for anyone else, even herself. In this strange place, denied access to her sister, her friends and everything familiar, Julia had become an anchor. She had initiated her into the pleasurable side of this world without making her feel threatened. But her new best friend was being treated like a toy, like a piece of meat, by the cruel prefect. But, all the same. Sydney was her prefect, and she could do what she wanted. It was her right, the natural order of things, and all Amy could hope for was to please the Darkbitch enough to earn that job one day.

She refocused her attention on the scene in front of her. Sydney had turned toward the students and put her hand over her mouth, feigning dismay at the "accident" that everyone in the room knew was deliberate. Suddenly she swung back around to Julia, who was crying lightly, but still trying to smile in obedience, and still with her hand in Sydney's shorts.

"Say 'thank you,' my little Julia."

"Thank you, Sydney," she whispered, sounding utterly sincere.

"Good. Now let me make it better for you, all right?"

The prefect pulled Julia's head down slightly and licked the thin gash, still bleeding lightly, in one stroke of the tongue. She swallowed the girl's blood and seemed to savor it. Already, the scratch was rapidly beginning to heal. Amy remembered what Lady Akiko had said during orientation: there wasn't much punishment that a fully-formed Darkbitch Academy body couldn't absorb. Which was one of the reasons she didn't want to be up there -- Amy wasn't sure just how 'fully-formed' she was, even though she already had a bigger rack than a lot of the other girls.

Now Sydney pulled Julia in for a kiss, her still-bloody mouth meeting the girl's lips. The brown-haired cutie momentarily shuddered, but soon was smiling again, tongue-dueling in deep passion, her huge tits mashing against Sydney's somewhat smaller but still impressive assets. Soon Amy recognized Julia's muffled moans, which only intensified as Sydney began mauling Julia's round bubble butt under her grey miniskirt. Almost unconsciously, Amy drifted a hand under her skirt and began massaging her folds lightly. She could almost feel her friend's obvious pleasure vicariously, and as she dropped her head back to emit a quiet moan, she saw that several other girls were doing the same.

Suddenly Sydney pulled back, removed Julia's hand from the cock now poking well above the fabric, whirled the other girl around, effortlessly picked her up and began to lower Julia's ass onto her girlmeat. The lightly freckled girl screamed in sudden pain, her wide eyes facing the students, seeming to bore into the blanching, frightened Amy's soul as they shed a fresh fall of tears. "Why have you betrayed me?" they seemed to ask Amy. "Weren't you coming here to rescue me?"

And suddenly Sydney's eyes were directly on Amy's, as she faced her, moving Julia to one side to focus on her -- Julia, who was now moving back and forth of her own volition, the pain gone, breathing in excited gasps and moaning and shuddering all over the huge girlcock impaling her. And Sydney was thrusting and grunting and smiling and enjoying herself too, but she was more interested in Amy now. She had done something wrong, she had been too upset about this ultimately harmless act, and Sydney had noticed, and what was going to happen?

"You are... oh, I remember. Amy Kalnia, is it? The... 'special' girl?"

"Yes." She swallowed, tried to breathe in air, calmly, focus, come back to reality... wait, what was that she said?

"You don't look so hot. Don't you think you should get checked out at the nurses' office?"

"No, really, I'm fine, I--"

"Go. I insist. Rhea, you escort her."

Fuckshit.


****

From all directions, students were trickling out of the oddly-shaped school building, a hodgepodge of grafts and additions to keep pace with the anomaly's growing population. Not every class got out at the same time -- prefects had considerable leeway -- but the crowd was healthy just the same. There was a light mist, a dew sticking to pouty lips and making exposed midriffs glisten against the gaslights lining the street. The air was chilly, as usual. Erect nipples poked through tight black uniform blouses, and pairs of girls hugged (and fondled) one another to keep warm.

Jade, still dressed in the skimpy red leather getup, slid smoothly into the stream of girls heading towards the gym, guiding Eri firmly by the ass. Eri was wearing an outfit she'd found in her closet that she couldn't quite remember having on before, but which fit her perfectly. The primary component was a latex leotard in bright pink, which seemed molded on, she thought, and really emphasized her big tits. She already had a more impressive figure than Jade, although she was not quite as tall; she had noticed plenty of girls checking her out, then noticing Jade in front of her and hastily averting their gaze. She was so lucky to have a protector like Jade -- she was like a big sister, telling her what to do and keeping her safe.

Eri followed Jade into an unmarked side door set a bit off the main path, surrounded by some low shrubbery. They passed a spacious locker room, where various girls were scattered around, changing into cheerleading uniforms: the girls who had made the team already. They seemed  oblivious to the huge window revealing their sweaty, toned, voluptuous bodies to Jade's and Eri's admiring gazes. Eri had been finding herself a lot hornier than usual ever since she had realized that her true purpose in life was serving Jade and the Darkbitch. Eventually Jade had to pull her away as she drunk in the curve of one curvy brunette, almost feeling in her mind the girl hugging, licking, rubbing against her.

Jade pushed in a set of double doors at the end of the hallway, revealing to Eri a gymnasium that would be respectable for any midsize college -- though this, too, was slated for demolition and replacement within a few days. The hardwood floor was empty except for cheerleaders and prospects: a handful of uniformed girls watching, standing well behind a tall, stacked blonde with bee-stung lips and an imperious look; dozens of sweat-sheened (but not very disheveled) prospects sitting off to the side, waiting nervously to find out of they would be chosen; and a few girls standing opposite from them, latecomers waiting to try out.

The ponytailed blonde, obviously the head cheerleader, smiled beatifically when she saw Jade enter, and, by way of greeting, thrust her massive chest out provocatively, sending flesh jiggling under the low-cut top. Jade, quickening her pace as she approached, responded with a predatory kiss, her tongue darting into the girl's throat. They embraced eagerly, boobs mashed against boobs, sending Eri into another erotic tizzy from the display. Reluctantly, she pulled her eyes away, only to light upon a scorchingly-hot black-haired girl with a fashion-model face -- apparently the one currently trying out -- performing some extremely erotic moves in the middle of the floor. Also, she was topless. Within a few seconds she slipped out of her miniskirt as well, tossing it dramatically into the air. For the first time, Eri wondered what, exactly, the role of the cheerleaders was at Darkbitch Academy.

"Welcome. It's good to see you again here, Jade. And who's the hottie?" chirped the head cheerleader as she untangled herself from the black-haired girl's embrace.

"Eri Kalnia. I believe she will be a valuable addition to your squad, dear Bree, so please make sure she is tried out right away." Jade's tone was friendly but businesslike.

"She will be," agreed Bree. "I can see she looks hot enough, so as long as she knows how to cheer she'll be all right."

"Don't worry about that. She knows."

But Eri didn't know anything. She was athletic and agile in combat, but she didn't even know how to dance. She was nervous, but she trusted in her owner completely, and she would try to do her best for her. She saw Jade chat with Bree for a bit longer; then she turned towards Eri and clasped one hand in hers. Eri gasped as a warm, tingling sensation shot from Jade's hands straight to her head. Immediately she felt fresh confidence and poise, and although she still couldn't remember what she was supposed to do, she was sure she would kick ass.

At Jade's signal, she stepped out onto center court as the beautiful black-haired girl, now nude and sweaty, sashayed off. Some impulse compelled Eri to grab her from behind and slap her ass with wildly grinning elan. The girl squealed in surprise, and every eye in the building focused on Eri. Which is exactly how she wanted it. She surveyed the small crowd, struck a pose, hands on hips, and waited for the music to cue. It did, a completely different track form the one everyone else had been using: a hard, driving techno beat. Eri waited a few beats before launching into the routine she somehow knew by heart, even though she couldn't remember what it was.

As soon as the bass kicked in, she launched into a complicated, lightning-fast sequence of footwork. Almost casually, she began throwing in splits, backflips and more bizarre gymnastic moves that increasingly ignored the laws of physics. At one point, Eri leapt into the air and began doing backflips such that she somehow rose higher with every flip. She didn't stop until she hit the roof of the gym, at which point she seemed to rappel down he same way, slowing herself against gravity with each flip.

It was hard to top that kind of exhibition in the striptease portion, but Eri did her best, repeatedly leaping in the air and carefully incising the skin-tight pink latex leotard with a long nail until it hard turned into a ragged sort of string bikini, then cutting that crosswise in a couple of spots until it fell to the floor. She closed by laying down on the floor, legs raised, and fingering herself to orgasm, fingers pummeling her cunt to the rapid rhythm of the beat, hips bucking back against them supernaturally hard, such that she began leaping in the air and falling back down as she thrusted. She tossed her long blonde curls back and cried in earth-shattering orgasm. Still for a few seconds, she then casually got up, walked to the side of the gym and embraced Jade. All over the gym, girls suddenly remembered that they could blink.

"...Well, I think it's safe to say you're on the squad," offered Bree after a moment. "Pick a uniform in the locker and it'll adjust to your size. Practices are Tuesday and Thursday right after class, and games--"

"Bree, my dear, wouldn't you agree that Eri's performance was so impressive that it merits some special status? Like, say... head cheerleader?"

"Um, I, well-- yes, of course. Whatever you wish, Jade."

"Good. Strip and give her your uniform now."

A humiliated Bree quickly removed her skimpy white-black outfit, with its red-purple accents representing her special status, and handed it to the newcomer, who eagerly put it on with an ecstatic grin on her molten-hot face. Bree could hardly remember not having been head cheerleader, though it had only been a few days, and it would be hard to let go of the power. Still, there was something about this girl that made the prospect of serving her seem proper, natural, and perhaps even fun.

Eri now realized that Jade had given her much more in that burst of magic than just confidence and cheerleading skills. Her owner had radically remolded her formerly quiet personalty into a fiery, domineering mindset more suitable for a head cheerleader. She now knew everything about the squad and its members, and was already finding it difficult to imagine not being head cheerleader, or behaving in any other way.

"We'll leave Alanna in charge of testing the rest of the recruits. Bree-slut, I want you in the locker rooms with me, to help me get acquainted with my new friends. We're going to have lots of fun. Well, I am, at least."

"Yes, Mistress."


****

In the Black Palace's giant pool, its surface tinged by the reflection of hundreds of tons of marble comprising the walls, Kaia casually slipped away from Tsadi and made her way to the edge. A few of the scattered, bikini-clad students turned to ogle the sky-blue-maned girl's massive ass and toned legs as she lifted herself out of the pool, but most were too occupied with other pursuits, such as fingering each other and thinking about how privileged they were to be in such close proximity to the Darkbitch, their goddess and center. No one noticed the strange look in Kaia's eyes as she grabbed a towel and dried herself off with a bit too much gusto. Tsadi found a cute black-haired girl who had drifted off by herself, embraced her, inhaled her scent and forgot about Kaia.