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Bible Black: The Golgothon
Part Six: Endgame
The next few seconds were a blur. Imari felt herself being yanked toward the bathroom wall. She closed her eyes on instinct, expecting to slam into tile and sheetrock. She opened her eyes when nothing happened, then caught a split-second glimpse of a universe she couldn’t name. Then she was back in the “normal” world, dangling above a large, X-shaped platform. Then suddenly her back slammed against the platform hard, and her arms and legs were tied down to the ends, with chains and shackles replacing the leather straps around her wrists and ankles. Once freed of their task of securing her, the bulk of the demonic leather straps began to shred the rest of her clothes, until she was left wearing nothing but her stockings.
Only after they were done, leaving her naked, erect and helpless, was Imari able to get her bearings. She turned her head and looked around as much as she could. The place she was in was much like that basement room back at the school, only bigger. There was a similar sacrificial altar to her right, and a smaller prayer altar beyond her feet. Off to her left was an ornate throne, surrounded by several of the women she had set out to find.
Then she looked straight up. Dangling above her head was the unmistakable form of Kaori Saeki. She was being suspended above her by a series of shackles and chains. From what she could see in the dim candlelight, it looked to Imari like Saeki was the poster girl for a self-wetting girl OVA. As she looked up into the shadows, Imari saw someone else in chains drop down next to Saeki. It took a moment for her to realize it was Takashiro, now similarly naked. Imari had a spectacular view of both their naked pussies and asses, and she winced when the sight made her cock twitch.
“Exquisite, aren’t they?” Someone hissed. Imari looked to her left. Reina Soho had finally arrived. She was standing nearby and staring up at Saeki and Takashiro and grinning evilly. “Of course, Takashiro-sensei doesn’t look anywhere near as beautiful as Saeki-sensei. Not yet, anyway, but thanks to Maiko Ito-san she’s off to a wonderful start.” Reina cackled at her own observation.
Imari looked beyond her to the throne. Maiko Ito was now with the others, including her daughter Midori. Maiko began to strip as she watched Reina torment her newest prisoners, and any of the others that weren’t already naked followed suit. Midori was already naked, and her appearance suggested that she had been in a similar position to Imari when Saeki was doing her wetting.
Reina was naked as well, complete with a bulging, pulsing cock of her own. She turned her attention to Imari a moment later, walking over to the platform. Cock in hand, when she was close enough she rubbed the tip of it up and down the back of Imari’s, making the woman hiss in arousal. With a gesture, she made the last leather strap covering Imari’s mouth disappear. When she could speak, Imari spat at Reina, “This won’t make me join you…”
“Oh, I know that,” Reina said, continuing the swordplay. “This is just to keep you nice and erect. I’m no fool, Imari-san. I know what your true desires are, and those are what I’ll use to turn you to me.”
Imari winced as she tried to resist the stroking sensation she was feeling. “What…what could you know about me?” She said through her teeth.
“Everything I need to know,” Reina said, “including how you acquired this wonderful appendage and how adept you are at using it.”
“It was you!” Imari said. “You brought this out of me, and possessed me so that I would be busy with Saeki while you attacked Yukiko and Aki!”
“Oh, you’re only partially right, Chief Investigator,” Reina said. “All I did was re-awaken this part of you so that you would get the maximum pleasure out of your time with Saeki-sensei. I didn’t really possess you, and you’re not possessed by your old demon…what was her name? Ah yes, Reika Kitami. She’s not in there either. I helped you punish Saeki, but you acted under your own free will.”
“That’s not true. It can’t be true! What about what I’ve been feeling lately? That’s not me. It has to be something else.”
“I’m sure you’ve told yourself that, because you’ve managed not to act on it aggressively until now, but make no mistake, Imari-san: your motivations are your own, and no one else’s. Shall I explain?”
Imari just glared at her.
Reina grinned wide. “Well, just for the benefit of the others, then. You see, you’ve developed a certain moe…”
“A moe?” Imari said.
“Yes. You’ve developed a certain yearning for beautiful women in distress. There are few things you find more attractive than one of your fellow women in dire need of help or relief. I’m not sure exacty when or how you developed such a fetish - perhaps it resulted from things done to you in the past, a desire to pass your distress onto others - but I do know it’s there. I sensed it the moment I met you.”
“You’re lying!”
“Am I? Then how else do you explain the euphoria you feel when you inflict those tiny little torments on your precious Aki-chan? Or, why were you so frantic to ass-rape Saeki-san when she was experiencing a moment of utter helplessness? I told you, Imari-san. I didn’t possess you. I just helped you fulfill your own desires. The distraction wouldn’t have worked if you hadn’t wanted to be distracted.”
“It’s not true,” Imari said, “and even if it were, it still doesn’t explain how you’ll use it to turn me to your cause.”
“Well of course it does. We share the same moe, Imari-san. After all, what could be more distressing to any woman than the prospect of losing control of her own body? That’s the real horror of rape, or murder, that one’s body ceases to be under one’s control. In a different way, it’s also the ultimate fear of a wetting accident. The organs that control your body’s waste management are so desperate to function that they eventually stop listening to you and operate on their own, causing shame and discomfort for you and everyone around you.” Reina inhaled deeply as she thought about it. “A woman would do anything to fight that, and just the sight of her battling her own body for control is arousing in every way…but I’m sure you know that. Didn’t you feel just that way when Takashiro-sensei was trying not to wet herself while you fondled her?”
“No!” Imari protested, but she looked away from Reina because she knew it wasn’t true. She had lusted after Takashiro while her former teacher was desperate for the bathroom, and it explained why she had attacked Saeki so readily, and all those mornings she took so much pleasure in making trouble for poor Aki-chan. But could it explain everything? What about Shiraki? Then she realized it was true. She had been attracted to Shiraki’s distress over losing her best friend.
Reina laughed. “I don’t need to see your face to know what you’re thinking.” Imari turned back and glared at her. “I don’t need to read your mind to know that it’s sinking in. You and I are of a kind, Imari-san. We love the same thing, and that thing can be yours all the time if you join me.” She backed off and signaled to her followers. Imari watched as two of the students - Shiori and Mia, though she didn’t know their names at the moment - trotted over and stood on either side of her, then began to play with her cock. Imari fought her urges as the young women stroked her and licked her and made her twitch.
Reina watched this for a few moments, then said, “Still resisting? Interesting, but maybe it’s because it’s not enough. I know from Aki that you like younger women, but there’s also Takashiro, which means you like them older as well.” She signaled again. Maiko trotted over, accompanied by the only other older woman among Reina’s followers, the teacher - what was her name again? Machiko Aramaki. She was as tall and buxom as Maiko, and together the two older women added experience to the younger women’s enthusiasm as they joined in the fun with Imari’s cock.
Imari groaned. “You’d better slow them down,” she said to Reina, “or they’ll make me come before you get to your big sales pitch, and then where will you be?”
Reina dismissed the concern with a wave. “Oh, Saeki told me you’ll stay hard for a long time after you shoot. I’ve got time.” She thought about. “Although, maybe I’m not fully illustrating the benefits you’ll get for joining me.” She concentrated, and suddenly Maiko, Machiko, Mia and Shiori all groaned and began to dance in place as they worked on Imari.
Against her better judgment, Imari watched them. The four women were all nude, messy, bending and quivering in their need to relieve themselves. Their thunderous breasts shook, their round asses quaked, their pussies dripped and their eyes teared. When all four of them noisily lost their battle at the same time, shitting and pissing the floor around them, Imari closed her eyes and damned herself for getting harder at the sight. The whole time they kept at Imari, and soon the woman was breathing heavy. She came like a fountain, arcing sperm onto all four women, adding to the mess they’d made of their own bodies.
Imari turned to Reina and smiled as she caught her breath. “I admit…there may be some truth in what you say…but that doesn’t mean that you can buy my loyalty with the company of a few messy strangers.”
Reina shrugged. “Maybe they won’t all be strangers.” She snapped her fingers in the air, calling off Shiori, Maiko and the others. Then she used her powers to start lowering Takashiro and Saeki.
Imari looked up at them. “Do you want me to make another choice? I can’t fuck both of them, not at once anyway.”
Reina smirked as she came close. “Who says you can’t?” She said a spell, then made a chopping motion nearby Imari’s cock, once, then twice. Imari screamed as, with each chop, the organ divided in two, then she goggled at the four penises springing from her groin. “See?” Reina said. “Now, not only can you fuck both of them at the same time, you can double-penetrate both of them at the same time. Impressive, yes?”
Imari couldn’t answer. She was still stunned by her newly aquired sexual prowess. Takashiro and Saeki were stunned as well. They stared down in awe as they got ever closer to the strangest fuck either woman would ever experience.
Reina grinned again and signaled her followers. This time Rihoko and Nanami came forward. They flanked Imari and each one took charge of two of the penises. They would be responsible for guiding them into Takashiro and Saeki. Takashiro came down on the left, Saeki on the right.
“Ahhh!” All three women moaned when they felt the penises go into their assigned targets. Takashiro and Saeki twisted in their bonds, overwhelmed by the pleasure and pain they were feeling. It was worse for Imari. She’d never even imagined the sensations she was feeling at that moment.
“Don’t hesitate on my account,” Reina said. “Enjoy yourselves. Let me give you a hand.” She snapped her fingers, and the prisoners’ chains disconnected from the shackles. Takashiro’s and Saeki’s arms and legs fell limply as they dropped. Then the women groaned again as Imari’s cocks were sunk that much deeper into the others’ pussies and asses.
Takashiro looked at Reina, then she gathered what strength she had left and straddled Imari’s left leg, so that she’d have room to maneuver. Then she turned to look at Saeki. “We must do this,” she said. Saeki nodded and positioned herself in a similar way athwart Imari’s right leg. “Good. Do it with me, Saeki-kun.”
“Wait,” Imari said, “you don’t have to-ooooh!” She wasn’t ready for it when Saeki and Takashiro rose their asses off the cocks, then slammed them back down in unison! She wasn’t ready the second time they did it either, or the time after that. In fact, Saeki and Takashiro were well into the fuck before Imari could get a handle on the sensation. It wasn’t like she was feeling four cocks fucking two women. It was like she had one cock with four times the sensitivity of an ordinary one, and whatever she was fucking was working it like a professional whore. She wished she could convey the feeling to sensei, but that would require the ability to form words, something the very feeling she was trying to describe made it impossible to do.
Takashiro would have been pleased if she could know. It was part of her plan. She knew something that Reina didn’t. The demon inside her had made an error. Reika Kitami had done more to Kurumi Imari than just make her a hermaphrodite.
Imari had always been a very strong girl. Takashiro had seen her strength. It had been there when she was just a student, and it would have stayed with her most of her natural life, but her life wasn’t natural. She had been possessed by Reika Kitami, and besides the sexual enhancements and the evil streak that had come with the possession, Kitami-sensei had provided the demonic strength that derived from both things.
That was the key. By awakening Imari’s phallus, the Golgothon had proved that while Kitami’s soul was gone, the physical traits of her possession remained, which meant that if they could make Imari come, like she had never come before, it was possible they could provide her with the strength to save them all.
That was why she coached Saeki, urged her on. “With me, Saeki-kun! Make them come! Make them all come inside you, all at once!” She reached out as best she could. Saeki reached back, and they caught each other in an awkward embrace. They kissed and pressed their breasts together, giving Imari - and everyone else - a show. Meanwhile, they never let up. They fucked Imari ruthlessly, pounding themselves onto all four cocks over and over.
It was becoming too much for Imari. “Oh god,” she wailed, “Oh God! Saeki-san! Sensei! Please! If you don’t stop, or at least slow down, I’ll explode in you!” She was trying to move her hips to match the others’ movements, but that ended up just making things worse for her.
“Do it!” Takashiro demanded when she and Saeki stopped for air. “Come inside us, as hard as you can! Come in us, Imari-kun!”
“Please, Imari!” Saeki said. “Oh God, I want to feel it! I want to feel you coming inside both, like I feel you fucking me now! Do it!”
“Damn you,” Imari hissed at them through her teeth when the damnable women just started fucking her harder and went back to their kissing. Had they no mercy? Had they no shame? Why were they so determined to make her come? She would find out soon, because… “Oh, no! Saeki! Sensei! I’m going to come! I can’t stop it!”
Takashiro and Saeki broke for air again. “Don’t stop it! Come in us, my love!”
“I told you I’m your slave, Imari-san,” Saeki said. “Come in us, Mistress! We beg you!”
Amazingly, Imari managed to laugh. “You’ve become…such a…drama queen, Saeki…” Then none of them could speak, because Imari had to come. She arched her back with a scream and all of her cocks fired streams of hot sperm into Saeki and Takashiro. The two women howled as the hot fluids made them come as well, and they rode Imari and held onto each other for dear life.
And as she flooded her teacher and her classmate, something snapped inside Imari. Blood flowed from her cocks into all of her sinews, carrying their power back into their host, and suddenly she had the strength of a demon. She flexed her arms and legs, and with another scream broke her chains.
When all the climaxing was done, Saeki and Takashiro lay down in Imari’s embrace. They smiled and hugged and kissed their lover, then they held onto her as they felt her cradle them in her arms, then sit up and then stand up from the platform. Imari gave each of them a small kiss, then she let them stand on their own. Only then did her cocks come out of them. Saeki and Takashiro gasped as they started to leak Imari’s sperm all over the floor.
Reina watched the whole event with a slight frown on her face. “I have to admit,” she said, “I didn’t see that coming.”
Takashiro just looked at her, then she turned to Saeki. She touched the blonde’s forehead. “Saeki-san, I’m releasing the blocks I placed on your full powers. We’ll need everybody.”
While she worked, Imari closed her eyes, made a symbol from her hands, then prayed. Her four cocks reunited into one, then the one retracted until it was a normal clitoris again. It was covered in sperm and still engorged, but otherwise normal. Takashiro was done by the time she was finished, and the three women nodded to each other, then they all turned to face Reina.
Reina extended her claws. “Are you three supposed to be frightening?”
Takashiro smiled. “You should be frightened. You’re just a beginner in our school’s little magic club. Today, you face it’s founding member…”
“…it’s greatest student…” Saeki said.
“…and it’s most powerful product!” Imari said. Then the three women formed the same symbol and aimed it at Reina and began a prayer of exorcism.
A magic circle formed beneath Reina’s feet and began to glow. Reina screamed, and the kaiju in her screamed louder, and he took shadowy form around his host as he fought to stay. It was no use, however. Saeki, Takashiro and Imari were too strong for it, and with a last gasp, he was sent back to Hell.
The circle disappeared the moment he was gone. Reina Soho fell to her knees looking exhausted, while the other victims seemed dazed in various ways as the Golgothon’s influence ended.
Imari walked over to Reina. The girl looked up at her and rejoiced. “I’m free…” she squeaked.
Imari smiled at her. “You’re free.”
Reina giggled, then let Imari help her up. She hugged the woman she regarded as her savior. “Thank you so much! I had no control! It was like I was screaming for help, but I wasn’t in charge of my own body! You saved me! I’m free!”
“Yes,” Imari said.
Suddenly, Reina was spinning, and when she stopped, Imari had her hands locked behind her back. “What are you doing???” She screamed.
“You’re free of the Golgothon,” Imari said, “and now you’re under arrest for murder.”
“Let me go! I didn’t kill anybody! You can’t prove I killed anybody!”
“Not yet, maybe, but you couldn’t have summoned the Golgothon in the first place without a human sacrifice. I’m sure given time we’ll find your first victim, as well as the others in your circle.” Imari looked around when she said that. Most of the other women looked confused, but Rihoko, Nanami and Midori looked worried. Imari smiled. She’d let Reina officially rat them out in her plea deal.
For now, Reina was still defiant. “You bitches will never find the body!”
“Oh, please, Soho-san,” Saeki said. “We’ve been doing this kind of thing since before you were still watching Power Rangers.”
“We know where all the bodies from those rituals usually end up,” Takashiro said.
Imari smiled at them, then turned to the other victims. “Now ladies,” she called out, “does anyone have a cell phone?”
Two days later, in the evening, Imari was talking to Aki through the closed door to her bedroom. “I’m sorry I couldn’t keep my promise, Aki-chan, but everything happened so fast, and we had to capture Reina when we had the chance.”
“It’s okay,” Aki said. She was just putting on the second of the pair of gray-black, white-trimmed stockings. They contrasted sharply with the light-blue and white bra and panties sempai had asked her to wear. “I understand. I’m just glad I got to see her in jail when they let me out of the hospital.”
Imari smiled. “And you also got to see Takashiro-sensei before she went back on her honeymoon.”
“That was very nice.” Next came the red, pleated skirt. Aki marveled at it as she zipped it up. It was just as short as her Tokken uniform skirt, but looser (of course), so it was actually more likely to show her panties. She blushed at the thought. “Sempai, can I ask you a personal question?”
Imari frowned and braced herself. “Go ahead.”
Aki hesitated, trying to find a way to frame the question while putting on the white blouse. It was tight around her ample breasts, and she wondered idly if it had felt the same on Imari all those years ago, or if she had simply been a smaller woman back then. “Um…when I was with Minase-sensei, she told me about her stepbrother.”
Imari nodded, even though Aki couldn’t see her. “You want to know if I still have feelings for him, right?”
Aki finished buttoning the blouse all the way to the neck and picked up the black corset-vest. “If he came back to you, would you…would you go with him?”
“Aki-chan, he’s not coming back. After all this time he hasn’t come back, so there’s nothing for you to worry about.”
Aki was finished fastening the corset’s straps by the time she could think of a response. “I’m sorry, sempai, but that’s not really an answer. I’ve heard you call to him in your sleep, and I worry that if he ever returned and professed his love for you…”
Imari cut her off. “Aki-chan, he’s not here to take me from you, and I suspect he will never come to take me from you, so don’t worry about such things until they happen.”
“But that’s what I’m saying,” Aki said as she tied the red, striped tie. “What if it does happen?”
Imari sighed. “I don’t know. My feelings for him are from so long ago, and so much has happened since…Aki, can’t we just concentrate on what is? I love you right now, and I can’t let myself think about what might be, especially if it might never be. Do you understand?”
Aki sighed. It was probably the best answer she’d get. “Yes, I understand,” she said as she put on the school slippers.
“Good,” Imari said. “How are you doing in there?”
“I’m almost done.” The finishing touch was the little red ball barette, which she used to tie her hair into a long ponytail that jutted from the right side of her head. When she had the outfit on she looked at herself in the dresser mirror, then she turned to leave the room with a shrug.
Imari’s reaction to the ensemble was much more enthusiastic. She was beaming. “You look wonderful,” she said when Aki came out of the bedroom wearing her old school uniform. Of course she didn’t look exactly like Imari did when she actually wore it, but they looked enough alike that the ponytail made her seem like a long lost little sister.
Aki blushed as Imari-sempai continued to stare at her. “Thank you,” she whispered. Then she frowned and started to shift her feet with her thighs pressed together.
Imari’s loving smile turned to a wicked one as Aki danced. “Oh,” she said, “so you managed to hold it while you were changing. I thought you would try to sneak off to the bathroom.”
Aki decided to be truthful. “I wanted to, but I held it. I can’t hold it anymore, though, so may I please go to the bathroom?” She started to fidget all over, and her thighs squirmed with her need to pee. The pleated skirt undulated in time with her legs’ movements, giving Imari glimpses of the blue-and-white panties.
Imari grinned wider and shook her head. “No. Not the bathroom. I have something much more fun in mind.” She held out her hand. Aki took it, and Imari led her by the hand out into her living room.
Saeki was waiting there. She was on her knees in front of a big, comfy chair, with her wrists shackled to her ankles and a ball gag in her mouth. She was wearing nothing but a cupless bra, chastity belt and stockings, all made of PVC material. She was also squirming, trying to hold back the fluids in her own body (Imari had made her hold it in while she changed as well). She looked utterly hopeless, putting the finishing touch on her role in tonight’s cosplay theme. While Aki played Student Imari, Saeki was playing Kitami’s Victim Imari. Imari tried hard not to think of the psychological implications involved in her being so desperate to fuck doppelgangers of her younger self.
“Oh, she looks beautiful!” Shiraki said with a grin. She was sitting prettily on the couch, holding the leash and collar she had used to escort Saeki to Imari’s apartment. It had given Imari quite a shock when she saw it. It said volumes about how close the two blondes had gotten lately. It also suggested how much Shiraki really remembered about Saeki’s actions, and how much Saeki was willing to go through to make amends.
“That’s what I told her,” Imari said. She stood the wriggling Aki in front of Saeki, making sure the young girl’s crotch was level with the teacher’s mouth. “Hey, Saeki!” She said sinfully. “Imari-kun is about to wet her panties, and Imari-sempai won’t let her go to the bathroom. What are you going to do about it?” She sat down in the big comfy chair and waited patiently for Saeki’s answer.
Shiraki reached over and undid the ball gag. “Answer her, dear,” she said sweetly.
Saeki coughed a couple of times and caught her breath, then she looked at Imari and Shiraki in turn, then she blushed and looked up reverently at Aki and said her lines. “It’s all right, Imari-kun. You don’t have to hold it. You can use me for a toilet.” With that, she opened her mouth wide and stretched her neck until she could reach the crotch of Aki’s panties with her tongue.
Aki had no choice but to accept the offer. Now she had to pee so bad she was pressing her hands against her pelvis. “Yes. Thank you, Saeki-sensei.” She lowered the blue-and-white panties to the tops of the stockings and undid the skirt and let it fall to the floor, then she crouched a little and used her hands to help her aim. She was barely in position before before her bladder let go, shooting out a hot, hard, golden stream. Only about half the piss made it into Saeki’s mouth. The rest splashed her nose, her chin and her cheeks and dripped and flowed off her face to the floor. The sensation was too much for Saeki, and after a last bit of squirming of her own she started to pee herself, ruining the chastity belt and Imari’s carpet.
Shiraki gasped in mock horror. “You bad girl!” She scolded Saeki. “Now Imari-san will have to punish you, and me as well for bringing such an undisciplined girl into her home.”
Imari felt her clitoris stir as the others played their parts. Oh yes, Shiraki-san, she thought, and that punishment is coming soon. She wouldn’t start with punishment, however. First, for being a good girl and only peeing when she was told, Aki would have the choice of starting the night with a face-fuck or a pussy fuck. Shiraki would be next, and she would get both, because she promised Imari could do what she wanted if she brought back Saeki safe and sound. As for Saeki, she’d have no choice at all. She was wearing the chastity belt to remind Imari that for tonight, it would be her ass and nothing but.
Well, it had been Takashiro’s idea. “If this moe truly is a part of you, Imari-kun,” she had said, “then the only way to keep it from controlling you is to control it. Give in to the desires, but only when you want to and have people who love you enough to participate.”
With that in mind, Imari was leering at Saeki and Aki. They were both finished peeing and blushing at the mess they’d made. Imari moved the hem of her skirt away from her naked crotch and let her clitoris grow into her cock.
“Oh, Imari-kun,” Imari cooed, “come worship sempai.”
THE END
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