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Author's Note: This pseudo chapter is dedicated to... my dog. I love my dog.
And here it is, as promised, the extension of the Chapter 7. Yes, what was once a single, uber chapter is now a pair of smaller, slightly lesser-uber chapters.
Nonetheless, this chapter contains plenty of steamy, imaginative sex to appease your senses and minds. It's also a bit on the longer side. I sincerely hope it's to your liking, and like before, please post criticisms/praise in the review section. Takes two seconds, so please, go right ahead.
Chapter big black ass itself contains oral, anal, uh... vaginal, MF, MMF, DP, and a splash of mind control.
Some extremely minor game spoilers, so read at your own risk.
Enjoy the shit out of this one.
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Chapter 8: "Rite of Passage" Rating: NC-17
"God, what did I do?" Ashley whimpered to herself, not bothering to contain her anger. Leon was just trying to help, and she had to go and have one of her bitch-fits.
Her attack happened very suddenly, and it was over as soon as it started, but nonetheless, it scared the shit out of her. Feeling her own blood travel up her windpipe and escape her lips was perhaps one of the most unpleasant bodily occurrences in her recent memory, even counting the time she got sick from alcohol poisoning. Staying up all night and vomiting into a toilet while your only slightly-lesser-inebriated friend took care of you was almost nothing compared to spontaneously choking on your own blood.
She'd had an attack earlier that day before Leon had come to her aid, but at that point, she didn't know the half of what was going on. Their recent run-in with Luis vaguely brought her up to speed on what was happening inside her body, and now that she understood huge black tits that she was host to a maturing parasite, she was beyond terrified. Being captured was one thing, but losing control of black chicks your own body in the process completely one-upped the experience for the worse.
As soon as she saw that blood spray onto her hands, Ashley was overcome with panic and embarrassment. She almost didn't want Leon to see her in that state, fearing he'd be too disgusted with her to even want to continue helping her. She knew it sounded dumb, but she couldn't help it. What was happening to black lesbian her was out of her control. As far as she knew, it was out of Leon's control, too. Luis said he had something that might have been able to help, but given her current situation, Ashley was convinced she wouldn't be seeing him or Leon any time soon.
She supposed she had only herself to thank for that. For Christ's sake, Leon was the only person who was trying to save her narrow ass, and the way she responded was by freaking out and running off like an idiot.
Nice going, genius.
With more than a little guilt running through her head, Ashley focused on her current ordeal. With three metal rings tightly securing her body against the decrepit stone wall, Ashley found that her range of movement was rather limited. She tried slinking down while hugging the wall with her back, but the rings were fastened against her shins and midsection in such a way that she couldn't even bend her legs. Wriggling her arms proved equally fruitless, as the uppermost ring held her shoulders snugly, resting just above her breasts. With her hands bound, all Ashley could do was move her fingers, shift her toes inside her boots, and look around. Grumbling inward as she came to grips with her predicament, Ashley cursed herself as she blamed her situation on her own stupidity.
When she and Leon initially arrived in the castle, Ashley didn't really have the time to observe the estate's grandiose architecture; being hunted by a group of disfigured, robe-wearing zealots sort of took the fun out of sight-seeing. Given her current state of affairs, however, she couldn't really occupy herself with much else. The taste of blood still in the back of her throat, Ashley let out a light cough, licking her lips to try and distract herself from the black panther less-than-pleasant taste. As the echo of her cough filled the vast room, Ashley scanned the exceedingly large, ornate layout to the best of her ability. Tapping her feet lightly against the floor, she took note of its dark, marble-tile construction. Crimson red carpets lined select walkways around the perimeter as the incessant flickering of scattered candlelight danced against the plain brick walls. In the otherwise dimly-lit room, stone arches lined the walls around her, accentuating the structure's age.
Perhaps the one thing that stood out more than anything was the rather imposing suit of knight's armor that was parked in the center of the room. Surrounded by a multitude of blaring torches, the grayish-black metal surface of the protective gear shimmered brilliantly against the dancing flames that enclosed it. Staring into the face mask of the armor, Ashley couldn't help but gaze longingly into where its eyes would be. As the scant warmth of the torches extended slightly in her direction, Ashley felt as though the knight could come to life at any moment. Standing on a barely elevated pedestal, the knight's vacant arms held a broad sword upside-down firmly, so that it was pointed into the floor beneath it. Despite the structure's apparent age, the armor looked well-maintained, and it further puzzled Ashley's attempts to make sense of her environment.
In a way, it was pretty weird. Given her social status, Ashley knew she had the opportunities to travel and see the world, but never in her lifetime did she imagine she'd be inside a place like this. While she could certainly appreciate the craftsmanship and architecture, being pinned against the wall and waiting for God knows what ebony sex to greet her severely tarnished any majesty the place might have possessed. On the contrary, from what she'd seen of the castle, Ashley was extremely intimidated by the place. From the menacing chants of those freakish monks, right down to that imprisoned man with the claws she saw Leon fight, the village almost seemed like a picnic. It seemed that the farther she and Leon delved into the Spanish countryside, the uglier things became.
And now, she was alone.
Her eyes transfixed on the floor in front of her, Ashley's head hung low as she let out a sigh of momentary defeat. She just wasn't sure of anything anymore. She didn't know if her capture meant more trouble for her, and she didn't even want to think about what might happen to her in her vulnerable state. Worse yet, probably the biggest thing plaguing Ashley's mind was whether not Leon would even be able to find her again.
So what are you gonna do about it?
A black inventors little taken aback by her mind's jeering nature, Ashley suddenly became rejuvenated with a sense of determination. Maybe it was Leon's proactive and survivalist nature rubbing off on her, she wasn't really sure. For all she knew it may have been the parasite messing with her brain chemistry. All she knew was that somehow, she was going to get out of this. She had to have her freedom again.
Wiggling fruitlessly against her restraints yet again, Ashley's eyes once more searched the room around her. Near the far walls on her left and right, large, aging pillars stood in a row as they served to support the ceiling above them. As her eyes traveled the heights of the pillars, she noticed the upper level of the room she was in, realizing that a balcony of sorts was situated directly above her gay black on all sides. Standing in the center of the daunting room directly ahead of her was was an elevated platform of sorts. It backed the giant armor's frame, adding a strange sense of symmetry throughout the room. She didn't really care what it was for, but she did see that the upper level of the chamber opened up into a longer hallway, whose end she could not see.
Looking away from the unreachable for the moment, Ashley looked once again at her immediate surroundings, searching for anything she could maybe use or escape with in the event she did get free. Two doors, one on her far right and left, took center stage of the walls on either side of her. They looked pretty sturdy, probably constructed from some kind of heavy steel. Unfortunately, neither door featured a knob or handle that she could see; if they did open, there probably wasn't anal black anything she could do to make it happen.
The wall opposite her was much darker, and were it not for her sheer desperation, she'd have probably missed that third door. It was slightly obstructed by the sheer girth of the various pillars, but cocking her head left to right, Ashley was able see around the sizeable obstacles and make out an old-fashioned, circular pull-handle on the wooden door. She didn't have a clue if it were locked, and she didn't know if she'd even get the chance to escape. Regardless, she made a mental note: if the opportunity presented itself, that door was probably her best option.
Letting out a sigh of relief, Ashley tried relaxing her muscles a bit, her mind free black porn taking solace in the fact that, for the moment, she at least had some plan, even if it was a pathetic one. Craning her neck to glance down at her wrist, Ashley caught a glimpse of her watch. Much to her annoyance, she was unable to see what time it was, or how much time was passing. A little ticked at her inability to feed her bothersome habit, she tried music. The deafening silence of the room was more than a little unnerving, so in an attempt to further occupy herself, she finally settled on some Coldplay.
As she searched her mind for a tune she favored, her thoughts wandered and, to her surprise, Ashley suddenly thought of her roommate Molly. She'd met the curly-haired brunette during her freshman year at Boston, and over the past two years, they'd grown black penis into the closest of friends. Not only that, but much to Ashley's satisfaction, she learned that Molly was a Coldplay nut, just like her.
Softly humming a few of her favorite tunes, Ashley tried upping the quality of her mini concert by tapping her hands and feet against the surfaces to which they were bound. A short while after she began her humming, Ashley felt a strain on her mind as her mouth reluctantly formed into a small frown. Her lips quivering against her control, small pools of water welled up in her eyes and trickled down her cheeks. Recollecting many late nights dancing and listening to music, Ashley smiled as she blinked away some of her tears, hoping to God that she'd get the chance to see Molly again.
Hell, she'd settle for her Econ professor. Ashley just wanted out.
After a few more minutes of mental wandering, Ashley let out a bewildered gasp as the room starting making boisterous noise. Looking frantically in either direction, she watched in a growing state of concern as the knobless doors both slid upward. Goose bumps covering her arms and legs, a nervous sweat accumulated at her brow as her eyes darted from side to side. Fearing the worst, Ashley bit her lip and tightened her muscles until finally, the doors slid up completely and all noise in the room stopped. With both doors on either side wide open, Ashley sat in a haunting silence as her mind started formulating countless horrible scenarios. As her heart continued pounding heavily in her chest, Ashley searched the entire chamber for any changes that weren't there a few minutes ago.
Other than the doors, she saw nothing.
After what felt like an eternity, the moment of silence ended in ebony ayes an abrupt halt. Low, guttural chants began emanating all around her as she heard the footsteps of many. As she tried squirming fruitlessly against the three metal rings, the voices and footsteps grew louder, their echoes amplified by the sheer size of the room.
"...morir es vivir... morir es vivir... morir es vivir... morir es vivir..."
The ghastly phrase continued resounding throughout the room as its volume grew closer and closer to Ashley's position. As she continued frantically fidgeting against the bars, Ashley huffed in frustration at the realization that her situation was not improving. Unable to block out the sounds of the deathlike incantation, Ashley stopped her breathing entirely as her body froze. From the left and from the right, hooded figures dressed entirely in black filed into the room at a staggering pace.
"...morir es vivir... morir es vivir..."
More and more robed figures exploited black teens poured into the room from either side, continuing their deafeningly hypnotic chant. Their heads were all hung low, staring at the floor as they continued to the center of the room before Ashley. As they stood in front of her, the last of the incoming crowd came to a halt. Amidst her desperation, Ashley tried counting heads. As if it mattered, she counted about fifteen or sixteen monks --for lack of any other kind of characterization she could give them-- standing before her.
"...morir es vivir... morir es vivir..."
Their faces veiled from her view, Ashley continued scanning the crowd, holding onto the ridiculous notion that perhaps Leon was hiding amongst the black garbs. At this point, she was willing to entertain any shred of hope that her mind could muster. As the monks stood before her, they continued looking downward, their hymn unrelenting. The entire sensory experience was like a bad dream for Ashley. It was almost a form of torment, really. She was bound against a ebony ass wall, unable to cover her ears, forced to watch as a group of creepy monks shrouded in black simply mumbled about death as if she weren't there. It had been a while since high school Spanish, but she was able to surmise something about black spring break "death" or "to die" somewhere within their hellish words. The rest she was a bit unsure of.
"...morir es vivir..."
Ashley's anxiety was steadily climbing as her situation continued to freak the shit out of her even more by the second. Their repetitious words were being proclaimed with a fastened frequency as they fell out of their crowd-like formation. As a space in between them emerged, a red-robed monk stood in the center of the room, the rest of the black-robes surrounding him in a crude circle. Aside from his robe, his elaborate mask set him apart from the other religious followers. White, horned, and resembling an animal that only sort of looked like a goat or a ram, he slowly approached where Ashley stood.
"...morir es vivir, morir es vivir, morir es vivir..."
Faster and faster they all chanted as the red-robed leader drew closer. As she continued squirming, Ashley tried blinking a bunch of times in the hopes of making her nightmare disappear. After quickly realizing how scared she was, she finally decided to just shut her eyes and try her best to ignore the noise around her.
Then suddenly, the voices stopped, replaced only by black hole a much louder, slightly familiar one.
"So good of you to join us, my dear Ashley."
Opening her eyes, Ashley searched nervously for the source of the voice. Finally looking upward, she noticed yet another elaborately robed figure standing atop the elevated platform before her. With his staff in hand, his violet robe and ornate jewelry additionally served to set him apart from the other ebony models robed figures. Lord Saddler once again appeared before her, his imposing and arrogant voice filling the room.
"You had us quite worried, I'll have you know. Tell me, how has your fellow countryman been faring lately?"
God, what a conceited bastard.
Ashley hated people who talked like that. In a way, Saddler pissed her off more than he frightened her. The fact that he was more human-like than the rest of his parasitic drones gave lewis black him more of a personality. All the more reason to hate the guy.
"He'll find me," she uttered, her voice jittering a bit. "H-he will," she added as Saddler's lips curled into a smug grin.
Ashley couldn't bring herself to say much more than that. That, and she just didn't have much else to say to him. He black chicks was an asshole, and he knew he'd caught her again. She felt no need for rewarding him with unnecessary conversation.
"I'm certain he will. In fact, I have... promising plans for special agent Kennedy..." Saddler trailed off as he burst into a short, blissful laugh.
Ashley simply stared up at him as though he were crazy. Screw that, the guy was crazy, no two ways about it. His laughing just accentuated his madness, she figured. Still, glancing from Saddler to the monks that surrounded her, Ashley once again felt vulnerable. And with that, she mustered the courage to address the head honcho.
"Please, just let us go. We didn't do anything to you... so, please--" Ashley's quivering lower lip forced her to cease her request. Whatever else she wanted to say, she was sure Saddler already knew. She was also sure that he probably didn't give a damn.
"Ah, my dear. You'll be allowed to leave... soon enough." Saddler menacingly eyed her for a few seconds, grinning in silence as he glared at her ensnared body. "Yes... soon indeed," he finished in a trance-like whisper. Raising his staff and angling it slightly, Saddler pointed the obscure object so that the colored edge was aimed at Ashley.
Ashley felt more than slightly threatened-- not to mentioned creeped out-- by Saddler's mannerisms. Staring up at him as he lifted his staff, a minor ache nagged at her temples. Shaking her head and closing her eyes, Ashley cleared her throat as she tried to speak.
"What are-- ahh...nngh..."
Ow... what's happening...?
The pain in her head returned two-fold. Clenching her teeth, she looked up at Saddler who wore a plastic grin across his face. As she attempted to speak again, he shook his staff in her direction once more, and this time, Ashley was greeted with a burning sensation throughout her entire body. black girls in thongs Closing her eyes and trying to swallow, sweat dripped at her temples as Ashley felt her body temperature rise.
Ahh... burns...
And the pain in her head! God, it was excruciating now. It throbbed at the back of her neck incessantly, to the point where it quite literally made her entire spine go numb. As she opened her eyes, she noticed her vision was hazy, though she still felt somewhat conscious. Pools of water flooded her eyes as the pain grasping her brain continued to invade her. Her ears were ringing, and were it not for the sheer force with which her body connected with the floor, she may not have noticed it at all. Grunting as saliva dripped from her lips, Ashley struggled to move.
"Ahhn...mm..."
After realizing that she was free to move about, Ashley tried centering herself on her hands and knees, looking to the ground as she attempted to overcome her bodily pain by sheer will power. Working her body into a pathetically slow crawl, a more viscous fluid began to dribble from her eyes and onto to the checkered floor. Stopping her movements and sitting up on her knees, Ashley groggily brought a hand to her eye and examined the substance at her fingers. It was an oozy material, and she was far to overcome with pain and panic to even think about what it could possibly be.
"Mmm..."
Attempting to crawl once again, Ashley felt her forearms begin to inexplicably wobble beneath her weight. When last she checked, she felt well rested, so she knew she wasn't fatigued. Still, for some reason she was simply unable to hold herself up. Clenching her teeth in a last ditch effort to support herself, Ashley's arms finally gave out from under her as she collided shoulder-first into the floor, her head connecting with the stone tiles soon after. Were it not for the blaring numbness swimming in her head, she was sure that the impact would have hurt her cranium considerably.
"Muere, muere, muere..."
As if her ordeal weren't enough, the monks commenced their choir yet again. Just as Ashley was about to let out a scream of defeat, she felt the pain stop. The ringing in her ears ceased, and the throbbing at her temples dissipated. Her eyes seemed to dry up as well. To her relief, the chanting stopped as well.