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Chapter List
- 1-The Golgothon
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- 4-4
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Bible Black: The Golgothon

Part Five: Entropy

With Saeki gone, there was no one to object to Imari calling in more agents. By the end of the schoolday, the school was crawling with Tokken agents. Ambulances had accompanied the squads to take care of casualties.
Imari sat in the back of one ambulance with Aki, who was resting in her embrace. Aki was covered with a blanket and snoozing softly. A paramedic had treated her for her injuries and done a rape kit, though Imari knew the rapist would never be caught by normal means. Meanwhile, unit psychologists were trying to comfort Yukiko, who was sitting in the back of another ambulance. Imari wished she could help, but she was only one woman, and she had her priority.
�Aki-chan,� she said quietly. She tightened her embrace and kissed the top of Aki�s head. �There�s no need for you to be sorry. I failed you. I made the mistake.�
Just then a male/female investigative team approached her. �We may have a problem, Chief,� the man said.
�We�ve interviewed several of the students and faculty members and recorded lots of anecdotal evidence,� the woman said, �but none of the reported victims are anywhere on the school grounds.�
�Didn�t they come in?� Imari asked.
�Apparently, they all were in,� the man said. �As far as we can determine all the students and the one teacher who�d had wetting accidents such as you described came to school today. We think they disappeared at the same time you say our suspect did.�
�There was supposed to be one victim who wasn�t a student or a teacher, the mother of one of the students.�
The woman nodded. �Maiko Ito, mother of Midori Ito.�
Imari stared off into space. The green-haired office assistant that went off with Reina. There was something else: her rabbit-eared ribbon. �Does the student have an older sister?�
�Yes,� the woman said. �Mika Ito. She�s in another prefecture at the moment. She lives and works in Hokkaido.�
Imari nodded. Mika Ito, of the green-hair and bunny ear ribbon. Another old classmate. Are we all destined to pay for this school�s sins forever? She wondered. �And the mother?�
�We sent investigators to her office. She had gone to lunch at the time of the incident. She went to eat, and no one there has seen her since.�
�Right,� Imari nodded. �She�s gathering up everyone involved. How many altogether?�
The man checked his notes. �Fourteen students, one teacher and the one parent, according to reports.�
Imari looked around the perimeter Tokken had established. Dozens of students had foregone their after-school activities to see what all the fuss was about. She looked at all of the curious, bright faces and school uniforms and contrasted them with the studious faces and official uniforms of the people she commanded. My worlds, old and new, she thought. �The victims will be where the suspect is,� Imari thought out loud, �so all we have to do is find the suspect.�
�Um, how exactly do we find her?� The man asked. �We don�t even know what kind of demon she was possessed by.�
�Actually, I have a pretty good idea,� Imari said. �I have to check our databases to refresh my memory, but now that I�ve seen it in action�I�m sure I can name our culprit.�
�Then let�s not waste anymore time,� someone said.
The investigators turned around. Imari let Aki rest against the wall of the ambulance, then stood up. Standing behind the investigative team was a beautiful older woman in a kimono, a loose garment of cherry blossoms on a background as red as her short-cut hair. The low cut of the front of the kimono let everyone see the swell of her breasts and the tan of her skin. She had been enjoying her vacation, but she had returned.
Imari was overjoyed. She approached the woman from between her subordinates and bowed deeply. �Sensei,� she said reverently.
Hiroko Takashiro returned the bow. �It is good to see you well, Imari-kun,� she said.
�You�ve come to help,� Imari said when they stood again. �I�m sorry to have interrupted your time away.�
�When the bible is used, it sends ripples everywhere. I could not have ignored this.�
Imari looked around. �Where�s the Chief?�
Takashiro shrugged. �Still on Saipan. I didn�t take a plane here, Imari-kun. The spell was only powerful enough to send one of us this distance, so we thought I would do the most good. Besides, Chief Yuge has the utmost confidence in your ability to handle this situation.�
�I must thank him when I see him again. For now we should get back to headquarters. We have to��
�Imari!� Another woman called out. Imari and Takashiro�s attention was drawn to part of the barricade. Tokken agents were keeping a woman from trying to enter the perimeter. She was waving her hands and jumping up and down, hoping to get Imari�s attention.
Imari had a moment of recognition. �Isn�t that Shiraki?�
�Yes, it is.� Takashiro said. �Talk to her.�
Imari sighed and signaled to the agents holding Rika Shiraki back to let her pass. Shiraki ran over to Imari. The Chief Investigator noted how adult the woman looked, her glasses lending just the right touch of professionalism to her otherwise bombshell blonde appearance.
Shiraki came right up to Imari and began talking in a rush. �They said you were the one in charge! Is it true? Did Saeki-san get kidnapped?�
Imari nodded. �It�s true.�
�You�ve got to save her, Imari! Please!�
�Why do you care?�
�She�s been such a good friend to me�I don�t know what I�d do without her. We�ve gotten so close�� Shiraki began to tear up. �Please, Imari! I know you and she have a history, but please set that aside! I�ll do anything if you bring her back safe and sound!�
Imari just stared at her for a moment, then she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was smiling when she looked at Shiraki again. �Of course I�ll bring her back. I promise.�
Shiraki giggled and grabbed Imari in a heartfelt hug. Imari hugged her back, not knowing what else to do. When she felt Imari reciprocate, Shiraki squeezed tighter and moved a little. Imari sighed as she felt the cushion of Shiraki�s flesh through her uniform and Shiraki�s suit. Out of habit, one of Imari�s hands slid down Shiraki�s back until it was resting on her butt. When she felt that, Shiraki hugged tighter still.
�I�m sorry,� Imari whispered. �I�m being forward, but you feel so��
�It�s all right,� Shiraki whispered back. �I said I�d do anything. If you bring my Kaori back to me, you can have me, whenever you want.� She pulled away with that, kissing Imari on the cheek. �Thank you,� she said before walking away for good.
�The memory blocks I put in are holding,� Takashiro said when she was out of earshot. �It�s hard to believe she and Saeki are so close now.�
Imari listened with her eyes closed. She was trying to get the sensation of hugging Shiraki out of her mind. �I don�t know what to do, sensei. For a moment there, I would have given anything to rip Shiraki�s clothes off and rape her, and I did exactly that to Saeki before we encountered the demon.�
Takashiro examined her closely. �You�re worried Kitami-sensei might have resurfaced? But it�s impossible. She�s not just suppressed. She�s gone.�
�That�s what I thought, but her favorite body part isn�t. It came out when I had Saeki in my grasp.�
�But I don�t sense her at all. It must be something else.�
Imari frowned as she thought about it, then opened her eyes. �It must be, but I can�t think about that now. We have to get back to headquarters.� She went back to the ambulance. Aki was awake now and looking at her. �Aki-chan, you�re going to go to the hospital now. We�re going to find who did this to you and punish them.�
Aki looked concerned. �Oh, but I want to help, Chief Investigator!�
Imari smiled and stroked her cheek. �I know, sweetheart, but for now let them take care of you, okay?�
Aki sighed. �Yes, Chief Investigator.�
Imari kissed her on the lips lovingly. �I promise you�ll be there at the end. I want you there with me, but I want to make sure you�re okay first.�
Aki blushed and smiled. �Yes! I understand. I�ll be fine!�
Imari finally stood and turned away, only to find she was being stared at by the other investigators and Takashiro-sensei. Takashiro was grinning. Imari set a hard look on her face, but couldn�t help but blush a little. �Let�s get to work,� she said.

She and her agents were gathered in the briefing room at headquarters later. �We�re dealing with the Golgothon,� Imari informed them. �The story goes that he was created in the time of the New Testament. When the men who were crucified with Christ died, their bowels relaxed and expelled their wastes, and those wastes gathered together and formed the demon called the Golgothon.� Imari paused to make sure everyone was paying attention, then continued. �Now, the Golgothon is like any other demon in that he requires human sacrifices from those that wish to employ his power, but the sacrificial victims aren�t always killed. The Golgothon�s aims are humiliation and submission, so he requires the offering of soiled women.�
�Soiled women?� One of the female investigators said.
Imari nodded. �Specifically, his favorite offering is a beautiful woman who has relieved herself uncontrollably, on the floor, on herself, in her clothing. I know. It sounds like just a typical pervert, but the Golgothon is more insidious. Once he has received his offering he rapes her until he is satisfied, then he converts her to his cause, then he sends her out to choose his next victim, giving her the ability to fill the victim�s bowels and bladder and induce a self-wetting.�
�That�s why there were so many victims in so short a time,� another investigator said.
Imari nodded again. �It�s a progression. The first victims become servants and choose the next victims, then they become servants, and so on. We�re fortunate that we received a tip before it got really out of hand and were able to interrupt his plans. That�s the good news. The bad news is that the Golgothon knows we know about him, so he�s likely to stop being cautious. He�s gathered up his current followers so that he can brief them, then he�ll send them out into the world. It won�t be limited to just the school. Every woman is now at risk.
�So now we have to be pro-active. What we�re going to do is stake out the district. We�ll watch every place here that a woman might have a wetting accident; crowded commuter trains, night clubs, bars, sports stadiums. We�re looking for women wetting themselves and other women helping them to the bathroom. The women helping them might be the Golgothon�s followers, and if that�s the case they�re really taking fresh victims to be raped. In that case, if we follow, they will lead us right to our target. We�ll work in plainclothes. Stick with your assigned partners. Takashiro-sensei, I would appreciate it if you�d work with me.�
�Of course,� Takashiro said with a nod.
�You all have a description of the student Reina Soho, the girl the Golgothon currently possesses. If you see her, don�t hesitate. Freeze her and call for back-up, then begin exorcising the demon until help gets to you.� Everyone nodded and acknowledged. �There�s one more thing: Yamamoto, Otokawa, before you to go on the stake-out, I want you to go back to the school and ask people if there have been any missing students or teachers that were just missing, without having been involved in the wetting accident problems. She couldn�t have summoned the demon at all without killing at least one person. We have to find out who it is and make sure justice is served for her. That�s all. Let�s get changed. We�ll discuss our specific observation points when we�re done.�

Elsewhere, Kaori Saeki screamed. �No more! Please! Don�t make me do it again!� She was suspended high above the floor in a dark, musty room by chains attached to manacles clasped around her wrists and knees. Her body�s position in the air was controlled by gears connected to the chains and operated by Reina�s followers. Currently she was hanging with her hands high and her legs spread and her ass low.
And, against her wishes, she felt her bladder and bowels filling again. She groaned and teared up, then she tried futilely to close her legs. �Please,� she begged, �don�t make me do it again�� She was filthy, covered in her own wastes from her stomach to her knees, the result of being forced to urinate and defecate over and over again in different positions. This position was Reina�s favorite, what she called �Bombs Away.� When Saeki couldn�t hold it anymore, she cried and let go.
Below her, Midori Ito screamed. She was tied spread-eagled and naked to another block altar. She was also covered with Saeki-sensei�s wastes, in her case from hairline to pussy. Whenever Saeki-sensei let go, all of it splashed messily on her. What would this be? The fourth time, the fifth? She wasn�t sure, and she didn�t have time to count. She barely had time to close her eyes and mouth and hold her breath before this latest batch of the teacher�s piss and shit splashed onto her face. When the deluge ended, she caught her breath, tried to shake it off and wailed, �Why are you doing this to me??�
�Two reasons,� Reina said. She was standing between Midori�s splayed legs, pumping away at the girl�s cunt with her reconstituted cock. �First, you failed to provide me offerings in a timely manner��
�But I sent you my own mother!� Midori protested.
�Only after you hid at home for two days cowering in fear,� Reina said. �Second, when you finally get your act together, you send, of all people, Tokken agents!�
�But I thought you�d be pleased!�
Reina pumped harder, trying to fuck some sense into her. �Idiot! All you did was make them aware of us! Do you want to go to jail for killing Masane? Do you want to be burned at the stake for practicing witchcraft? Now, because of your blundering, I have to delay my plans!� She pumped even harder, then stiffened and groaned as she came and pumped Midori full of sperm. She was still hard when she was done, so she stayed in. �Ladies, gather around.�
Nanami, Rihoko, their chosen victims and those victims� victims gathered around the altar. Reina waited a moment for dramatic purposes, then laid out her plan. All the women listened closely, then nodded and used more magic Reina provided to leave the inner sanctum.
That left Reina, Midori and Saeki-sensei alone. Reina used her powers to adjust the chains. Saeki screamed as she pitched forward. Reina looked up and started filling her insides again while she started fucking Midori anew. �Next, �Defecation Fountain�!�

Later that day, it was rush hour when Imari Kurumi and Hiroko Takashiro transferred onto a third crowded commuter train on their stakeout. Imari was dismayed at all the men crowding onto the train with them. The problem was, in her zeal to thwart the Golgothon, it hadn�t occurred to her that she might have to deal with more mundane criminals while watching for the demon�s victims. She was dressed in a mini-skirt, a tied-off blouse, an open jacket, stockings and flats, while Takashiro was dressed in borrowed clothing, a leather mini-skirt, leather, thigh-high, high-heeled boots and a too-tight cotton blouse. Their looks and attire had attracted the perverts common to crowded commuter trains, and they had been accosted with gusto on the previous two trains. So on this train, Imari looked around at the men surrounding her and Takashiro and decided right then and there that it wouldn�t happen again if she could help it. She was at a loss for a strategy at first, but one came to her as the train started moving. She grabbed onto a strap, put the hardest look on her face that she could manage, then glared at the men closest to them.
Then, once she was sure she had their attention, she reached over with her free hand and began to fondle Takashiro herself. Takashiro gasped when she felt Imari�s hand rubbing her ass through the leather of her skirt, then she had to hold onto the pole in front of her with both hands when two of Imari�s fingers snuck their way between her legs and started stroking her pussy through the fabric of her panties.
Imari glared at the men some more while her hand made her old teacher squirm. She hoped the message she was trying to convey was clear: She and her girlfriend neither needed nor wanted their attention. It wasn�t something she could shout out loud to them, but with the shapely Takashiro sobbing and quivering in lust mere inches from them, it was a message that wasn�t necessarily subtle. Imari turned to look out the window when she was confident they would be left alone, but she had to keep up appearances, so her fondling became more aggressive. Takashiro gasped again and her grip on the pole tightened when Imari�s fingers made their way into her panties.
Imari settled into the activity. She realized that she�d have to keep doing it at least until they reached the next stop, and she suddenly regretted that she hadn�t let Takashiro in on her plan. Gee, I hope sensei doesn�t think I�m some kind of pervert, she thought. I�m only doing this to protect us.

Actually, with Imari�s middle and ring fingers drilling in and out of her pussy, Takashiro-sensei�s mind was too filled with thoughts like Oh, God! Yes, Imari-kun! Fuck me! Fuck me with your strong, slender hands! to think anything more coherent - much less negative - about her former student. It was impossible. Imari was just hitting the right spot over and over again, and that was all Takashiro could focus on. In fact, it wasn�t until after her first squirting orgasm that Takashiro could think clearly, and her first thought was, Oh, Imari-kun! If this is what you do to her on a regular basis, no wonder Aki loves you! Then she settled into the activity, just enjoying it while Imari masturbated her for about the first ten minutes of the train ride and trying hard not to scream out loud as each climax hit (She managed, but it was a near thing).
Then what they were waiting for began to happen in a way they didn�t expect. Takashiro�s twitching thighs suddenly clamped tight together and she sucked in a breath. Then she started to tremble. �Imari-kun�� she whispered with a quavering voice.
Imari turned to her and whispered back, �What is it, Sensei?�
Takashiro winced and started squirming for different reasons. �I�I have to pee��
Imari blinked. �But didn�t you�?� Her voice trailed off as it clicked. Of course, she and Takashiro had gone to the bathroom at the last stop, because they knew that it would be a long time before this train reached the next one and they didn�t want to get caught short, so if Takashiro had to pee badly enough to dance like this� �One of them is here. You�re being targeted.�
�Yes,� Takashiro sobbed. She was bursting!
Imari started to relax her hand. �I�m sorry��
�No! Don�t stop!� Takashiro commanded. Imari continued what she was doing, and Takashiro tried to think through the desperation and the excitement. She was in a horrible position. If Imari didn�t stop, she�d pee eventually after her next orgasm, but she�d pee immediately if Imari did stop. It was the most embarrassing of situations to be in. She was out in public, with the urge to urinate warring with the urge to climax in her body, and she was rapidly coming to a point where she wouldn�t be able to prevent either from happening!
Then, as if she weren�t in enough trouble, the first gut cramp hit. Takashiro bent over slightly and groaned, pressing her ass harder against Imari�s hand. Takashiro had to use all her conscious willpower to keep her anus closed when she felt a clump of shit start to force its way out, and then she sobbed when her bladder took this as a cue to release and a jet of pee escaped from her pussy. She only just managed to keep from losing complete control, but Imari�s fingers were still working hard, and she was almost there. �Imari-kun,� she whispered, �I can�t hold it��
Imari just looked at Takashiro. The woman was bent over, quivering, wincing, dancing in place and leaking love juice and pee onto the floor beneath her. She didn�t know why, but the sight was making her clitoris stir. She closed her eyes and tried to think of anything else. �Sensei, let me stop before��
�No! Please!� Takashiro said. �Keep going until I come, then you should move your hand as fast as you can.� She had already made a mess of Imari�s hand with her earlier orgasms. She didn�t want to do much worse damage.
�Very well,� Imari said, then she added a third finger. This time Takashiro gasped loudly enough to be heard over the usual train noise, and soon she was moaning as her orgasm hit.
Imari pulled her hand away rapidly, then watched when several streams of pee poured from Takashiro-sensei�s skirt onto the floor. The sight made the people closest to them try to put some distance between themselves and the rapidly-expanding piss puddle. Most of the people who saw it were disgusted, but at least one man looked on with glee. He�d been planning to do to Imari what she had been doing to Takashiro. Damn, he thought, that bulldyke made her MILF girlfriend pee the floor. He was impressed, and he was doubly impressed when the MILF grunted and started to shit herself, filling her panties so much that they bulged below the hem of her skirt.
Takashiro took a moment to catch her breath when she had full control of her body again, then she crouched down where she had been standing while the people around her murmured and pointed. She wanted to cry, but kept herself from doing so. After all, wasn�t she just what they were looking for, a woman having a major wetting accident?
Apparently, Imari had forgotten that in the excitement. She moved to comfort Takashiro herself. �Sensei, I�m��
�You stay away from her!� Another woman called out.
Imari backed off and turned in the direction of the voice. She saw a woman push her way through the crowd. She was tall and curvaceous and wearing a tight, green miniskirt and suit jacket that matched her short, dark green hair.
�I saw everything you did,� she said. She shook her finger at Imari. �Shame on you for making your elder embarrass herself in such a manner.�
Imari blinked. �But I�� She began, but she couldn�t think of a proper explanation.
It didn�t matter. The woman ignored her after that and crouched down to talk with Takashiro. �Hello,� she said with a smile. �Are you all right, dear?�
Takashiro took a second to smile and wink at Imari, then she put on a forlorn face when she turned back to her good Samaritan. �I couldn�t hold it,� she sobbed. �I tried to tell her I had to go to the bathroom, but she wouldn�t�� Her voice trailed off and she began to tear up, hitting the other woman with a pleading look.
The woman took a moment to glare at Imari, then turned back to Takashiro. �It�s because she�s young. Young women have no respect for their elders or tradition. They think they can do anything because we live in a �modern� society. That�s why they�re like this. She abuses you this way often, doesn�t she?� Takashiro nodded. �She only does it because she thinks you�re afraid she�ll leave you if you stand up to her, and you won�t find anyone else more loving. It�s not true, dear. Show her you�re not afraid. When we get to the next stop, you�ll come with me, and I�ll help you out, okay?�
Takashiro nodded, then let the woman help her stand up. She had no other choice but to stand there in her own wastes until they reached the next stop about ten minutes later. The woman and Imari glared at each other the whole time, with Imari feeling so insulted that she almost missed a couple of facts. First, the woman was only reacting that way because Imari had managed to sell the idea that she and Takashiro were a couple, which was something else that she�d wanted. Second was that the woman was obviously putting on an act of her own. She perfectly fit the description of Maiko Ito, one of the Golgothon�s victim/servants, which meant she was the one who�d caused Takashiro�s accident in the first place, and she would be taking Takashiro to her master when the train stopped.
At the next stop the other passengers let the three women get off first. Maiko had an arm around Takashiro�s shoulders as she led the woman off to the bathroom. Imari walked a respectful distance behind her elders, watching Maiko like a hawk all the way. It didn�t take long for them to reach their destination, and the three of them filed in with several other female commuters.
The hackles on Imari�s neck went up when all the other commuters disappeared and she, Takashiro and Maiko were suddenly alone in the bathroom. Maiko stepped away from Takashiro and grinned at both of them. �Reina-kun,� she called out, �I�ve brought them!�
Imari scanned the whole bathroom as quickly as she could, but was still unprepared when several strong, leathery bands whipped out of nowhere and wrapped around her neck and extremities. As she felt herself being pulled into the air she tried to recite a spell, but another band wrapped itself across her mouth, gagging her. She tried to scream, but nothing got through.
When she looked around the bathroom again, she saw that Takashiro was wrapped up by the strange bonds as well. They were all over her, snaking up out of the floor and walls. It looked like they were trying to strip her. They had her turned over in the air, and one raised the hem of her leather skirt, giving Imari a perfect view of sensei�s urine-soaked and shit-filled panties. Takashiro squirmed in the bands� grip, trying to protect what modesty she had left, but her actions were futile, which one more leather tentacle demonstrated by lowering her panties and exposing her filthy ass.
Imari tried to look away, but she was transfixed. Takashiro was beautiful, apparently even when she was in such a state, and Imari was incapable of ignoring the sight. Her clitoris was stirring again, and this time she found it very hard to keep in check. The leather bands weren�t any help at all. A new one ripped her skirt off of her, then stimulated her clit through her white lace panties. Imari twisted and squirmed and tried to resist, but soon, with an orgasmic groan, her clitoris expanded into a cock, stretching the fabric of her underpants almost to the breaking point. A leather band performed a final service by slicing through the straps of Imari�s panties. The garment fell to the floor, leaving Imari�s cock to pulse and ooze freely.
That�s when Maiko looked up at her and spoke in the demon�s voice. �Yesss, yes! That�s it! That�s the reaction I expect from you, Imari-san! I know your secret, and soon I�ll use it to make you my slave!�
There was a fit of demonic laughter then, just before the women and tentacles disappeared completely.
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