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Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration

... against a rock.

I stepped back into the main chamber. The other women had come out from the alcoves and were arrayed against me. My previous paramour lashed out and struck me across the face, knocking me backwards into another alcove. I came up short. This alcove had a person in it – a man. He was nude and was manacled to the slimy wall. His body seemed to be in the process of decomposing into the wall behind him, but he was still alive. Particularly, his cock and balls were still in the right place and a stream of semen was slowly squirting from his erection. When I entered the cubby he opened his eyes and whispered two words.

“Kill me.”

I jumped back in horror, emerging into the chamber only to have two of the women jump at me, knocking me into yet another cubby. In this one, the man was dead. He was about 80% on the way to being completely decomposed and absorbed into the slimey walls of the alcove. I spotted something shiny glinting next to the manacle where a hand once would have been.

I knew what it was. I prayed I was wrong, but I knew I was right.

I snatched the round object and felt a surge of rage. When I leapt back into the main chamber I ran straight for the exit, punching and slashing at anything that got in my way. The women were grabbing at my feet as I slithered up the crawlspace towards the door at the end – and the safety of the chamber beyond. I emerged into the hall with the two statues and the pool, slamming the door behind me and leaning ...

... against it as I caught my breath.

I looked at my closed fist, holding that object I had taken from the cubby. I knew what it was. I prayed I was wrong, but I knew I was right.

I slowly opened my fingers to reveal my father’s wedding ring.

PART V

I stared in mute horror at the object in my hand. My father’s wedding ring. One of those decomposing male corpses in the dark chamber was my father. He had died a horrifying death.

And I suddenly realized why that red-headed woman I had just fucked looked familiar. She was the assistant he disappeared with – she had a name, what was it? Dee, her name was Dee. The reason I hadn’t recognized her is because she had been slender once, but now she had changed and filled out – taking on a shape similar to Clementina – and, I realized – similar to the statue in the chamber where I now sat. I looked up at the ancient stone sculpture in front of me. The statue was an over-exaggeration of what these creatures made their hosts.

These creatures – they were parasites, at least the black ones were, I wasn’t sure about the cream-colored ones yet. When they took over a woman’s body, they did things to it, both physically and mentally.

I thought of the creature that had emerged from Dee’s mouth. If I hadn’t been able to rip it from my throat before it got inside of me, what would have happened to me? I looked up at the statue in front of me.

The female statue was comically extreme, but it was the right idea. If a guy’s cock grew ...