Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration

... to half the statue’s proportion it would be well over a foot.

But the men in the chamber beyond didn’t look like that, they were decomposing and slowly dying. Whomever this statue depicted, it wasn’t people who had been infected by the black creatures.

My eyes wandered down to the pool below. My cadre of little creamy friends were still hovering on the surface of the pool, looking at me warily.

The white creatures. The little guy I had been holding before had tried to poke into my mouth. I bet that was the answer.

I crawled to the pool. The creature that had been riding my shoulders before crawled out and sat on the lip of the pond, looking up at me. I thought of opening my mouth, letting him slip in, seeing what happened. Part of me wanted that. But I realized that if I was wrong, I was fucked. I glanced over at the journal that still sat on the chest in the corner. I bet that held the answers.

I petted the creamy snake creature, then got up and wiped the slime and blood off myself as best I could.

I still needed to finish the plumbing job before Clementina came back. Until I got this sorted out, I needed to play it cool. I needed to talk to my mother. We needed a strategy. And we needed to read this journal.

Looking down, I suddenly realized I was still naked and my clothes were in the chamber with the women and the corpses. I wasn’t sure how I was going to explain that, but I wasn’t going back in there after them.

I made my way back out into the ...

... basement chamber I had started in, slid the fake pile of rocks back in place, and went to work on the pipes as best as I could with shaking hands.

As I worked, I thought about what I had just witnessed. It was horrifying, but it was also unbelievable. If my mother and I went to the authorities and told them about this, we would have ended up in the psyche ward. For better or for worse, this was our problem to deal with.

I worked as quickly as I could, and in about an hour I was ready to turn the water back on. As I made my way through the crawlspaces to the water shut off, my phone chimed. It was a text from my mother.

“How much longer?” she asked.

“About to turn on water. Hopefully no leaks,” I shot back. “Have fun?”

“Yes – no - hard to explain – but I need you back here soon. You learn anything?” came the text back.

“I have bad news.” I texted a picture of my father’s ring.

“Oh fuck,” she replied, and a second later another message came back. It was a photo of Clementina. She was naked, hog-tied, and laying in the bathtub, a layer of slime coating her and the bottom of the tub. Next to the tub was white bucket with a piece of wood on top of it, weighted down with several volumes of an encyclopedia. I could see a shadow of something inside the bucket. I was pretty sure I knew what was slithering within.

This was followed by a selfie of my mother naked, covered in slime.

“We have a lot to talk about,” her text said. “Wrap up and get back here.”

“You ...