Across Eternity: Book 5 - Chapter 6 - Sex Stories

Across Eternity: Book 5 - Chapter 6

... pit were lined with cylindrical incubation tanks, like the ones Noah used to store his test subjects in his lab, and each was occupied by a prisoner. Floating in yellow liquid, they all had parasites and breathing tubes attached and beat their fists against the inside of their tanks. Several more low-level ghouls were in lab coats, calibrating the magical tech and examining data on the test subjects.

“Before, the parasites would latch onto their hosts immediately and begin to feed in return for producing venom. In order for the newer generations to last so long between lab and host, they remain in a dormant state, and need to be energized and provoked into bonding.” the ghoul said as he approached a control panel and pulled a lever.

A mechanical device, tipped with a metal diode, descended from the ceiling like a clockwork icicle. Runes lit up throughout the room, and a bolt of black lightning arced from the diode and met with each tank. The prisoners inside writhed in agony and silently screamed as the dark power electrocuted them, scarring their bodies and souls. The parasites activated, feeding on their hosts' blood while their root-like tendrils buried into their flesh and began pumping out venom.

The prisoners began to mutate as the venom surged through their veins, distorting their flesh and bones into monstrous shapes. The tanks opened before their growing bodies could cause a rupture, and the deformed men and women staggered out. Now, they could scream out ...

... loud and voice their inner and outer agonies. As their bodies changed, all sense of reason left their anguished cries, and they gave in to madness. With their newly acquired claws and razor-sharp fangs, they turned on each other.

Their transformation required a lot of energy and stamina, driving them not just with rage and pain, but insatiable hunger. They tore each other to shreds and fed greedily, filling the pit with a slurry of blood and eviscerated bodies. The more heavily deformed prisoners, those who reacted badly to the parasites and received detrimental transformations, were easy prey for those empowered by the venom. One such prisoner had her head ripped off and knocked towards Carthace like a foul ball. She examined the deformities and huffed in disappointment.

“We still can’t improve the odds of successful bonding unless we specifically design them based on their host,” said the ghoul. “When mass-produced, only about one in ten subjects can properly harness the power of the parasites.”

Before replying, Carthace tossed the head over her shoulder. It landed on the ground behind her, and she promptly pierced it with a long stinger growing from her abdomen. Eight legs grew from the shredded neck, and a spider’s head revealed itself. The new minion scurried off past Noah.

“I suppose the leftovers provide a perfect meal for the younglings below. How long will it be before the army is completed?”

“Destroying Uther will be no easy task, but Master Curcio ...