Ch. 5 - Pitch Black

 

"Hello, son. How have you been doing this past month?" she asked, smiling gently and advancing towards me.

Blinking again, I frowned and took a step backwards. This wasn't possible. Mom was dead. My eyes started to hurt again, and it felt like something was pushing against my skull on the inside of my forehead. My vision swam a little as I took another step back, and distorted. A part of her form seemed to 'bleed' away from her, and she winced. "Don't you trust me, Son? I'm right here and I missed you…" she spoke softly, kneeling down.

My body wanted to trust her. Badly. Looking to the left, I saw Dad absently staring at her, as if enthralled, and frowned. Something was very wrong here. Who was the cat pokégirl, and why didn't Mom even seem to notice her? I heard the clash of metal on metal behind me again, followed by the distinct sound of an electricity attack being released again.

My attention was drawn back to in front of me, as Mom reached forward gently, holding her hand out towards me while smiling. "It's okay, you don't have to deal with anything horrible anymore," she assured. I felt warmer inside, and relaxed. Maybe things were going to be okay after all. Smiling, I reached for her hand.

There was a feral scream of rage inside my skull, and it felt like someone swung a hammer to the inside of my forehead! My vision blurred again and I felt a knot form in my throat as reality seemed to distort in front of me. My eyes widened as I felt warm liquid running down my cheeks. Her form blackened to the much brighter cemetery, with a new, blood red aura extending off her. Her eyes were glowing a bright crimson, and large horns seemed to drift off her head as she grinned evilly behind the façade of Mom's face.

My eyes narrowed and I leapt backwards, putting a good seven feet between her and I, before asking in a low voice, "Who the hell are you, and where's Kari?"

The woman stood there, surprised for a few seconds before smiling again. Not quite the same grin she had before, but she chuckled suddenly. "So that's how you saw past the transmutation I put on Kittra. Clever, Boy. Those eyes of yours are really something, aren't they?" she asked, not answering either of my questions.

"Where's the real Kari?" I asked again, making sure my eyes never left her.

The woman shook her head and stood up again, snapping her fingers lightly. Movement caught the corner of my eye, and I risked glancing to the left a little. My eyes widened as I saw Kari step out from behind a tombstone thirty feet behind Dad, being followed by a vaguely translucent girl. She wasn't mindless like the ones drifting around, but seemed to be under the command of the woman with Dad. Kari's eyes were strange though, and oddly empty.

"Kari!" I shouted, trying to dive past the woman and Dad, to sprint towards her.

Something kneecapped me. The collision with the front of my right knee was brutal, and I screamed in agony as I felt something shatter, and my leg bent backwards from where it should be. Not being able to halt my forward momentum any longer, I tripped over a bouquet of flowers and went face first into a tombstone.

My world exploded as pain shot down my neck, traveling almost the full length of my spine. Darkness crept at the edges of my vision, which was blurring erratically. Not being able to see out of my left eye, I felt hot liquid starting to leak down my face and groaned. The world was spinning rapidly, but I managed to roll onto my side and at least see Dad leaning down next to me.

"Mom didn't want you to do that. Why are you being so mean to your mother? She came back for us, after all," he muttered, devoid of any fluctuation of tone.

Looking past him, I saw the seemingly true form of the woman, holding a large, spiked scepter. There was blood on the head of it, and my knee throbbed again as I saw it. Her hair was pitch black, eyes equally so, while her skin was a stark contrast to both, being unnaturally pale. "That's not Mom," I managed to force out, followed by, "What's wrong with you?"

It was like he couldn't hear me. The woman chuckled idly. "Foolish boy. He missed his wife so, that he was very easy to release. All I had to do was take her form," she explained, a smirk playing across her features. Release? She then turned her attention away from me and looked back towards the entrance.

Damn it! I tried to sit up, but my back wouldn't let me. I managed to barely pull myself forward onto the base of the tombstone, and glanced back towards Patrick. He had taken up a position behind a large head stone, and was taking pot shots at the feline pokégirl while Kiya tried her hardest to keep her attention. She just ducked under another scythe slash, and tried a point blank Thunder Bolt. Kittra couldn't dodge it in time, but managed to leap, removing her grounding and only winced as the energy coursed through her. How strong was she?!

Landing from her back flip, Kittra whipped her hand up, throwing what seemed to be a large blast of fire. Her aim was a little off to the left of Kiya, however, causing the Peekabu to dodge roll to the side. Smirking, Kittra took off away from Kiya at that exact second, heading right for Patrick!

Kiya took off after her in a heartbeat, and seemed to actually be faster than Kittra, but the cat pokégirl had way too much of a head start. Kiya leapt and charged a full Thunder Bolt at the last second, trying to blindside Kittra with the attack as she leapt past. I heard Kittra scream "Psych!" from here, before leaping backwards instead at the last possible second. The bolt of electricity blew a large rut in the ground as it arced off the base of the tombstone.

Patrick fired a shot off at almost point blank range, but the cat pokégirl whipped the blade of the strange scythe up and I saw sparks fly off the side of it. She redirected the bullet's trajectory? Instead of attacking him, she pivoted and ignored him entirely, thrusting the scythe out instead as Kiya rolled out of her dive. The blunt top of the scythe collided with her jaw. Hard. The Peekabu spiraled sideways and landed in a dull heap, almost twenty feet away from her starting position.

"Kiya!" Patrick shouted, ducking back behind the tombstone and fumbling for the pokéball at his belt to recall her.

Kittra chuckled dryly. "Stop me, huh? That worked well, I see."

Patrick finally pulled her ball off his belt, as Kittra did a light clockwise spin, whipping the scythe blade around. The staff of the blade smacked into the side of the tombstone, blade pointing across the face of the stone, pinning Patrick to the thing by his neck!

"No!" I screamed out, seconds before she ripped the scythe back. She completed the motion, the heavy blade arcing all the way to the other side of her body, her holding it with only her right arm. My eyes widened further as I was able to make out the blood dripping off the center of the blade. The tombstone's entire top slid and fell off, followed by Patrick slowly sliding down the face of the stone before tipping over, his head rolling off his shoulders as he did.

I think I threw up again, before everything went dark.

* * * * *

My head hurt. Waking up, it felt like a little guy was inside my skull with a jackhammer. After several seconds, eyes still closed, I felt my extremities. Left hand, sore. Right hand, unfazed. Left leg, tender. Right leg, not responding. Right eye felt perfectly normal, but I couldn't seem to move my left. It also felt like I was tight up against something to my back, and a very cold material ran full length around my waist.

This wouldn't do. I braced myself and opened my working eye. The thing behind me was a tombstone. Looking down, I noticed my waist was chained to the stone, tightly. My hands were totally free, though? Glancing up again, I jumped and inhaled sharply in horror. Patrick's head lay at my feet, about three feet from my left foot. My stomach trembled, but there was nothing left in it to throw up again, so I just started crying instead.

"The boy is awake, Mistress," the ghost pokégirl informed gently, glancing over at me. Mistress? Was that bitch a tamer?! 

I couldn't see her, wherever she was, from my position, but I heard her clearly say, "Oh, that's good. Let him be useful and toss him the Peekabu."

Kiya? Suddenly the pokégirl named Kittra walked out from my right, carrying a still breathing Kiya. She was unceremoniously dumped in my lap, followed by a rather surprisingly light object being bounced off my head. Glancing to where it rolled to my left, I saw that it was a first aid kit. 

Kittra knelt down in front of me and smiled gently. "Now make her all pretty again, boy," she directed, in a surprisingly gentle voice. Still crying, I shivered lightly and tried to shake my head, edging further into the tombstone to get away from his head.

My vision exploded again as her right, clawed hand raked across my jaw, in a half slash, half punch! Whipping my head to the left from the momentum and her strength, I felt something crack along my jaw and screamed in pain. "Just do it!" she ordered this time, voice totally losing the softness to it. I started sobbing. I couldn't help it. I just wanted to get done with whatever they were going to do to me.

"Careful, Kittra. I don't want you to kill him, remember?" I heard the woman say from behind me still.

Kittra sighed and shook her head. "Yes Mistress Karumi," she agreed dryly. Karumi. She shook her head again while staring blankly down at me. "For crying out loud, you're such a baby," she muttered after a few more seconds, "It's just a head you know." She then punted his head away from my view and chuckled to herself.

I shook. I wanted to hurt her so badly, but I couldn't. It would be wonderful to make her suffer as much as we have. To destroy everything she's ever cared about, too. But I was so pathetic that I couldn't even lay a finger on her. This body, which was already starting to lock up, was so weak that I couldn't even do what Patrick had done, and that still wasn't enough to stop them.

After several minutes, I managed to wipe my right eye of tears, and try to clean some of the blood off the left side of my face. My eye was a ball of fire whenever I got close to it, so I just cleaned around the socket weakly, hand shaking still. Then I moved on to try to stop the bleeding of the newest claw wounds as well. The middle-most cut was extremely deep, though.

Sighing after I'd used my sleeve to clean up, I looked down at Kiya. She hadn't deserved what happened. She was breathing gently against my lap, the right side of her jaw caked with dried blood, similar to what I had just cleaned off my face. I opened up the small kit and found some packaged sanitary wipes in it, which I used to clean the wound up, and some of the dried stuff that went down her neck and chest, staining the tank top she wore. Then I used a bandage to cover the cut area.

If they had wanted her alive too, maybe she at least had a chance to live through this. Who was I to decide that for her by not helping her? Plus, she was extremely nice to me. All I could do was look down at her gentle face, unconscious.

Pokégirls. Everything was their fault. Ever since they got involved in my life, minus Mother of course, everything's been falling apart. Why couldn't the war have just never happened? How could beings of such tremendous power exist? I shook my head sadly, and continued looking down at Kiya. She didn't deserve this, even if she was a pokégirl. She wasn't like them. She was like Mom and Sis had been. And now look what happened to her, just like them.

I couldn't help it again, and started crying while rubbing my thumb gently across her right cheek. She had light fur on her face, and a very unpronounced muzzle, but it was still there. Her fur was so soft and warm. I sighed. No, she definitely didn't deserve this. All she was trying to do was protect her master and friend.

Movement caught my eye, and I looked up and left, listlessly. My body complained at every movement, and I felt my energy reserves running low. That woman, Karumi, walked past my field of vision, hauling Dad along by the hand? He was stripped down to boxers and covered in strange, black markings. No, they only looked black. They acquired a red tint after he stepped into the moonlight, and I shivered a little.

She lead him back over to where he was originally standing, in the center of the cemetery, some forty feet from us. Noting the entrance, I guessed I must be tied up in the northwestern corner of the cemetery, then. "Are you finally done, Mistress? I'm hungry!" Kittra declared loudly, causing me to sigh at the grating in her voice. Why didn't they just kill me and get it over with? Then I at least wouldn't have to listen to her anymore.

"Yes, Kittra. Just be patient. If I screwed up even one of these runes, we're all dead," Karumi informed, causing me to chuckle. Maybe my request will be answered shortly. Or maybe I'll luck out and she'll just blow herself up and I'll get to watch?

Kittra shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest, her tail twitching back and forth. I looked back down at Kiya, not really wanting to watch my death coming if it did.

"Okay, here we go, brace yourself!" Karumi called out. Damn my curiosity. Looking up, I wondered what she was doing after all. I saw her withdraw a blood red, glowing crystal from her pouch. It was sharpened at both ends and made a strange, diamond shape. She cut her own hand on it, and watched the blood slowly slide down the crystal. The glow went from red, to dark purple, and I frowned.

Then my eye widened drastically as she nodded, spun, and stabbed the entire crystal into my father's chest! He stumbled backwards, eyes wide, before letting out a scream of pain as the crystal flared with light. I struggled against the chains, but they weren't budging. I couldn't even wake Kiya up.

Suddenly, a hand fell on my shoulder, causing me to start in surprise. The hand was pale, but in a soft way. It was also very warm. I followed the arm upwards, and saw it connected to a very pretty angelic looking girl? She smiled down at me softly, before holding an index finger to her lips. I nodded to her as she started messing with my chain. Suddenly, three more angelic figures dived in from the sky, knocking Karumi flying away from the crystal!

I grinned weakly. Kiya and Kari would make it, now, if they were here to rescue us. I stared at my knee sadly. It looked like a ball of raw meat, and was still bleeding badly. I felt dizzy and cold, knowing I had lost a lot of blood. It was weird how calm I felt, regardless of knowing I was probably going to die. I could be with Jessica and Mom in a few minutes. It was sad, but I also felt relieved. I was so tired, and didn't really want to deal with this anymore.

Kittra rushed to help Karumi, who was just getting up. She shouted to guard the crystal, though? How was she going to stop three powerful celestials without her pokégirls?! My eyes widened as she drew a dark blade out of nowhere and parried an angelic blade without giving ground. She was either a magic user or...

The celestial that seemed to be the leader, attacked her head on. The only reason I figured she was the leader, was because she had four wings instead of two. There were blade motions that I couldn't even follow, as Karumi leaped backwards, grooves exploding into the ground as she went. No. No human was that fast. 

The second, a two winged celestial leapt alongside her leader, trying to flank Karumi, while the third ran towards my Dad. Kittra leapt in front of him though, and pulled that scythe out again.

My attention was drawn away when I felt the chains fall loose around me. My rescuer smiled as she tossed them aside, and knelt before my knee. I saw her hands start to glow in what I recognized as healing magic. "Our leader will distract the Dark Queen. You're safe now, and I'm going to get you and the girl out of here," she finally spoke in a soft, but beautiful voice.

Were things really going to be okay? I couldn't help but smile softly at her. This couldn't be real either. After my knee looked somewhat whole again, I stood up slowly, with her help. It ached a little, but supported my weight. Looking around, I saw Kari sitting next to a tombstone behind me, still blank and listless. They must have her under some sort of magic.

My face was re-directed towards the angel by her hand, as she started doing the same spell on my left eye, it would seem. She frowned after a few seconds, and shook her head. "I can recover the vision in your eye, but there is a very deep cut. You may have some scarring," she informed after several more moments. I nodded gently to her. I'd just be happy if I could see again.

The angel finished after a few seconds, and wordlessly turned to watch the battle. Sighing, I looked back over to Kari, standing listlessly still. Walking over to her, I tried to examine her. Other than being a zombie, there didn't seem to be anything wrong with her. I sighed in relief, having been worried those bitches had hurt her. Shivering, I felt suddenly very tired, and just wanted everything to be over with. I couldn't even seem to cry anymore. Glancing back at the angel, I noticed she was still watching the battle carefully, but seemed assured they would win.

Karumi dodged several more rapid cuts, before briefly seeming to flicker out of existence. She reappeared thirty feet back in time to whip out several blasts of dark energy. The four winged celestial dodged the blasts and dashed forward to try to meet her. She was just luring her away from Dad. This wasn't fair at all. I looked towards Dad, and felt like crying again. It was just too much. He writhed again and started to look more gaunt, and paler? That crystal was draining the life out of him!

"Look out for that scythe!" my rescuer called out, suddenly bursting ahead as her ally barely managed to dodge a double cut from Kittra. Frowning, I walked back to pick up Kiya, then headed back towards Kari. Kiya was surprisingly light. Pulling Kari along by the hand, I decided to do what I could and get both girls out of the cemetery as fast as possible. I wasn't stupid. There was nothing I could do to get to my father without ending up like Patrick. I sighed at the thought, but shook it out of my head and tried to focus on getting them out.

Kittra seemed to get more pissed with two winged celestials attacking her. The angels were as fast as she was, and I was fairly certain the only thing keeping her alive was that weird, dark weapon. It seemed to instinctively move to parry cuts, even if she wasn't aware of them. Karumi, on the other hand, with or without a scythe, was having no trouble with the single angel and the four winged one. Well, no trouble as to say, they weren't hitting her, anyway. She didn't seem to be hitting them much either, though.

I was about halfway to the exit when the world pulsed around me. Briefly losing my balance, I stumbled, then looked to the right. I was just in time to see one of the angels miss Kittra as she spun to the side, and hit Father! His left arm was utterly severed, along with all of the runes that were on it. Karumi's scream of rage was the last thing I heard as the world exploded outwards, and Kittra whipped the scythe around into the angel's chest.

* * * * *

"Why did the angel go with us?"

"Because she was dead when it happened."

"Ew! All he has is the Peekabu and a Chickenlittle! Who the hell carries a Chickenlittle around?! Can I eat it?"

"Maybe he could have told us sooner if you hadn't cut his head off. The neck is a bitch to stitch back together you know. And no."

"You told me to kill him! Besides, it was with the scythe, so it's okay, right?"

"I guess. There's only a single gem left unfilled on it. We'll need to get more."

The voices were distant and echoing badly, but my head finally started to clear. The deep, penetrating smell of blood hit me instantly. I seemed to be surrounded by it. Wincing, I stood up slowly, just in time to notice that Kari was standing up next to me, and Kiya was unconscious on my chest. My head hurt, but my knee felt surprisingly better.

My eyes widened as I sat up and looked around. We seemed to be in the cemetery still. Kind of. There was a thick, blood red mist that had risen out of nowhere. It even smelled of blood. Looking around, I noticed the ambient light seemed to come from an eerie, supernatural glow of the mist itself. The sky was black, with a few swirling, circular clouds of dark gray above. The world seemed to rotate around a huge building that had popped up from nowhere in the middle of the graveyard.

My stomach protested, and gave another spasm as I looked up towards the roof of the building, and noticed that a huge, ten foot tall statue was carved as if out of the roof itself! It was my father, almost skeletal, and frozen in a grimace of pain. He was missing his arm as well. What was this place?!

Kittra, Karumi, and the ghost pokégirl were over by the entry of that horrible building, examining and looting Patrick's corpse. No, Kittra was. The ghost pokégirl was just watching, and Karumi seemed to be doing something to his neck. Frowning, my eyes seemed to focus in on her, and saw she was using a deep, black thread to sew his head back on? I shuddered, then looked towards the exit.

That wasn't good. I saw darkness about ten feet past the exit of the cemetery. The ground ruptured up and seemed to simply end at that point. Where was this place?

"Oh, you're awake, boy. Like this place?" Kittra suddenly spoke, turning around and grinning at me. I saw the corpse of one of the angels five feet from her, and shuddered as I realized it was the one that had rescued me.

Shaking my head rapidly, I looked back to Kittra. She wasn't even bothering to walk over to me, so I figured that, wherever they had moved me to, there wasn't an exit to this place. She didn't seem concerned that I'd run at all. "Not really. All I smell is blood. What is this place?" I asked, sighing and standing up slowly.

Karumi turned around and smiled. "You realize there's no exit and aren't bothering to run. That's intelligent of you, anyway. This is an area of collapsed space that mirrors the physical location of the area it was created in," she explained softly, before turning back around to Patrick.

"I don't remember the cemetery being so red before," I idly pointed out, feeling tired again, regardless that I just woke up. They could at least have the decency to kill me. It's not like I was any use to them. For a moment, I had almost thought that we were saved, too.

Kittra shook her head. "You're observant. We used your Dad's vitality and sorrow to generate this place." She spoke the information absently, as if it was the easiest thing in the world to say. Dad was dead then? Shivering again, I fought the urge to throw up. It wasn't hard, as I doubted there was anything left in my stomach anyway.

Karumi nodded softly. "Treat him with respect, Kittra. We need him still, and I want to take a look at him later. Bring him, and our three other guests inside, won't you?" she asked. She was awfully polite for such an evil being. It took me off guard, and I frowned.

Kittra sighed, but nodded reluctantly and walked over to me. My body tensed, remembering what she did to Patrick, but she just walked past me and picked up both Kari and Kiya. "Come on, boy. Let's get you inside, anyway," she muttered as she walked past me again.

There wasn't a way out of here. Even if there was, she was faster than me. And even more, I had a hurt leg, still. Was there a point to anything I tried to do to resist them? Such beings were beyond what I could hope to outdo. This was so pathetic.

Swallowing hard, I slowly followed after the feline pokégirl, limping with every step of my right leg. There wasn't a door to the building, appearing as if a hole was just broken in the front of it, but it was rather roomy inside. It seemed to be a makeshift laboratory setup, with a few weird symbols on the floor, and a couple beds. Basic, but it still surprised me in its setup. I was expecting a practical dungeon I suppose. The interior was a pleasant surprise, after those forethoughts.

Kittra set Kari down on a bed, and Kiya onto one of the weird symbols on the floor. She then nodded to me dryly and walked back outside. Kari lay down on the bed as if it was utterly natural. The symbol started to glow, however, and what looked like a shimmering wall of light formed in a bubble around Kiya, sealing her to the wall? Half a minute later, Kittra came back in with the angel's body, recently stitched back together it seemed, and placed it on the second, identical symbol. The same thing happened, and I frowned. Were they worried about a dead pokégirl hurting them?

"I suppose it's a blessing that the angel was sucked in with us. We need all the force that we can get if we're going to escape here," I heard from Karumi as she walked inside the building. Escape? So they were trapped here as well. It seemed hard to believe that a place made of their own intent trapped them. I sat down on the bed Kari was on, and just looked at her sleeping now, gently. It was a very strange spell, but she seemed unhurt. Almost at peace, even. For a moment, I envied her.

The ghost pokégirl nodded, following her inside. "Yes. We just have to bond her to one of us now," she replied softly, looking down at the angel.

"This is Cassia, by the way, Kit. I didn't mean to be rude," Karumi suddenly spoke directly to me, motioning towards the ghost pokégirl. Cassia? I nodded to her gently, but then frowned.

"Kit?" I asked weakly, tired, and wondering why she was calling me that.

Karumi chuckled, and reasoned, "Well you're a young boy, and a fox, aren't you?"

Blinking, I winced at the logic and she actually started laughing. Kittra came in carrying Patrick's body, and raised an eyebrow to her mistress before setting the body down on the central marking at the back of the room. "It's ready, Mistress Karumi. Are you going to perform the ritual right away?" she asked, pulling that scythe out of seemingly nowhere again, and resting it against the wall next to the mark.

Karumi frowned, and sighed. "I would, but that battle gave me a little too much energy," she muttered, stretching gently and lithely. Kittra raised an eyebrow, but smirked at her after a few seconds.

"It's been a while since you've been tamed, Mistress. Do you wish one of us to help you?" she asked, after hesitating a few moments. Tamed? So she was a pokégirl. Dark Queen must be her breed name, not some weird theatrics, then. She wasn't a tamer after all, but they just kept each other tamed instead? I'd heard of that kind of thing happening before, but I didn't realize it was so extensive in some cases. Guess I'd need to be more aware of things from now on.

Karumi chuckled. "I think I'll indulge myself today, actually. How often do we get a cute guy we don't have to kill afterwards?" she pondered as if to herself, before turning to smile at me instead? Wait, what?

"Kit?" Kittra asked, looking very surprised as her mistress walked towards me slowly. I noticed an added sway to her hips, and a gleam in her eyes that made me gulp weakly. She looked like she wanted to eat me. Backing away and standing up, I motioned for her to stop.

"W-wait, why me?" I asked, stuttering slighty as I looked behind myself to make sure I didn't trip.

Karumi snickered while continuing to advance. "You have a dick that can fill me nicely, and you're cute? Seemed logical to me?" she purred out, causing my eyes to widen further.

Kittra still had an eyebrow raised, but was smiling now, starting to advance as well? Wincing, I felt my butt push into the corner of the second bed. There was no way past them, now.  Damn it! She killed my father, then expected me to do this for her too?

Swallowing hard, I tried to make it past her, but she caught me with one arm and almost playfully shoved me backwards. Her strength was insane; way stronger than me. I hit the edge of the bed with my butt again, and this time fell backwards. My head smacked into the pillar that the bed was up against, and my vision briefly exploded into white light.

Wincing, I recovered in seconds, only to realize in horror that she'd pinned my legs to the bed. Kittra was producing a throaty purr to my left, and pushed me down into a laying position with one hand, not even straining. My head propped up on the pillow, I gasped in surprise as Karumi leaned down and actually licked the front of my pants! I found myself fighting my own body, as I felt myself stirring down there. This was disgusting! My body could not justify actually liking it.

My view of Karumi was ultimately blocked, however, as Kittra leaned into me and actually pushed her lips into mine. I tried to push away, but she just held me there with her left arm, my body being pinned down by hers. I felt Karumi's tongue on the crotch of my pants again, this time working my button open and zipper down with her hand while doing so. I tried to push away from Kittra and fall off the other side of the bed to escape, but her left hand was like trying to push my way through a concrete pillar.

I was revolted. These were the last two women on earth that I'd want to touch me like this! But I couldn't do a thing to actually stop them. Worse yet, my body was actually responding to it. Both of them overpowered me by such a futile degree, and I didn't know which to be more ashamed of. My powerlessness, or my body actually starting to respond.

Kittra groaned and pushed into my lips more hungrily, that throaty purring being all I could hear. Her free right hand suddenly found my left, pulling it up and into her right breast. She worked my hand against her soft mound, and I felt her nipple stiffening under the fabric of her shirt. I tried clawing at her, but her skin didn't give at all, and she actually seemed to enjoy it.

My eyes widened further as I suddenly felt cold air hit my crotch, fully erect member springing into the air! The blush hit my cheeks instantly, and I just squeezed my eyes closed, wishing it to be over. I tried kicking at her, but she was between my two knees and her arms tucked over my legs. All I could do was flail below each knee, which did nothing at all but tire me out rapidly.

"Ooh, seven inches or so. Not bad at all, Kit!" Karumi gushed, and I shuddered as I felt a warm tongue slowly slipping up my shaft.   I was fighting the feelings as hard as I could, but it still felt good. Damn it! I didn't want it to feel good.

Kittra purred louder, and forced her heated tongue into my mouth, hungrily. I tried biting down on it, but too much was in my mouth and I couldn't get much leverage to my jaw. She didn't respond in negative to the biting at all, and actually purred louder. The tongue slowly snaked its way along my shaft, until it got to the head, then it went in a gentle circular pattern. My entire cock was throbbing and at full attention by then. it only got worse as I felt the entire head engulfed in something very hot and wet! My whole body went limp, and I just gave up. I couldn't do anything, at all, to either one of them. Tears built up of pure frustration, and I fought my body as hard as I could.

I tried to stiffle a moan, but it got out anyway. Damn my body! "He is human after all," Kittra pointed out, breaking the kiss long enough to peel her shirt off. I caught a glimpse of Karumi slowly sucking the head of my penis into her mouth, at the same time I felt her tongue slide around it, causing me another stifled groan.

Suddenly Kittea's breasts flooded my view totally! They were a solid C cup at least, and shaped very perky. The nipples, left rapidly being forced towards my mouth, were surprisingly small, but very hard. She pushed the left directly into my lips, and held my head there solidly. I tried to bite at her, hard, but she was faster than I realized. She backed away again and briefly glared at me. "Gentle, or I bash your girlfriend's face in," she threatened, motioning towards Kari sleeping on the bed next to this one. I glared back, but Karumi renewed her efforts and I winced, forcing myself not to moan again. Kittra rolled her eyes, but then chuckled. "You know, if you just let yourself enjoy this, you'd realize it wasn't actually bad at all," she pointed out, lowering herself down again.

The psychotic bitch would probably do it. Growling, I swallowed the urge to vomit, and let her put her nipple into my mouth. She groaned low, and I felt it with my tongue a little. It was surprisingly hard. I'd imagine they would be softer than that.

It was disgusting, but my body actually liked it. I felt ashamed for actually enjoying what these two females were doing. Worse yet, I could feel my body protest as Karumi's mouth left my dick. It was pointing straight up, and I could feel the pre-cum dripping down it. "Damn, he tastes sweet! You love sweets, so you should taste later, Kittra," I heard Karumi exclaim, followed my the sound of fabric hitting the floor. If Kittra agreed, it was via a soft moan as she pressed my face into her breasts. I was alternating nipples now, whenever she decided one had had enough.

Then I gasped, suddenly as I felt my cock rub up against something very warm, and soaking wet! It was accompanied by pressure being out on my groin, and I had a feeling what was coming.

Kittra grinned back at her mistress, before pulling away and stripping out of her shorts as well. My eyes widened as I saw Karumi was utterly naked and straddling my lap. Her pussy was badly swollen as she slid her nether lips up and down the bottom of my shaft, coating me with her fluids. I felt my flush deepen as I felt how hot she was.   This was so disgusting. My body enjoyed it, and was turning them on as well. I was doing these murderers a service, and even after they killed my Dad and Patrick!

"Wow, you really do need this, Mistress!" Kittra gasped before purring louder and hopping back up on the table. My vision was blocked again, this time by her very puffy, lightly furred slit. She was wet too, but not as much as Karumi was. "Same deal, Kit. And try to make me feel good, okay?" she requested in an extremely demanding way before sliding forwards. I sighed at her threat, but looked at her more closely as she pushed forwards.

It was strange. I'd never even seen a female naked before. Of course I was curious. I didn't know what to expect at all. My body wanted to, even if my mind was revolted at the aspect. And Karumi sliding up and down me with her nether lips as well, gave my body quite an advantage. Tentatively licking along her inner thigh, I was given a heated groan. I avoided the lips, coming within an inch each time I licked upwards. A dozen or so slow licks later, and she was making moans of teased frustration.

"Come on, Kit!" she finally exclaimed, surprisingly needy. My brain finally discovered a good thing, that I had gotten to her, I let my tongue slide up and along her slit finally, earning me a gasp and throaty purr. It was satisfying anyway that I'd gotten the bitch to beg for it, anyway. I was about to try to taste inside, when I suddenly heard a stiffled moan behind her.

My eyes shot open as I felt my penis utterly enveloped in something extremely hot, wet, and snug! It felt like a vise grip on my shaft, surrounded completely in wet heat. Gasping, I felt Karumi's groin bottom out against mine, meaning I was actually inside her fully. My mind tried to close the feeling out as hard as it could, but it just felt too good. Kittra growled out impatiently after several seconds, "Don't forget me!"

Wincing, I redirected my attention to the very wet girl sitting on my chest.  I slid my tongue into her crack, and slowly pushed apart her folds. Her low whine told me I was doing it right, even as Karumi's wet pussy started sliding up and down my member. It felt so amazing, my mind felt cloudy as I tentatively tasted into the snatch of the pokegirl on top of me.

She tasted distinctly tangy, but with a hint of sweet. It was a very slick liquid, and I could easily slide my tongue around in her. Then I bumped into something at the top of her slit. It was engourged and she almost screamed when I hit it. That must be her clit? It was soaked already, so I lightly sucked it into my mouth, careful not to bite it, lest she threaten Kari again. She let out a continous low growl, and pushed her pussy into my face harder. Her powerful thighs bashed along the claw marks she made earlier, and I yelped in sudden pain! I felt warm liquid running down my cheek, and knew she'd tore them open again.

Karumi must have gotten jolted when I thrashed. She suddenly screamed out loudly, and I felt her walls clenching and releasing rapidly, along with a warm liquid flowing down my balls and thighs. She grabbed Kittra's tail in her thrashing, causing the cat pokegirl to yelp in surprise. My tongue was suddenly latched onto as she cried out. A warm spray hit me full in the face, and leaked down my jaw and onto my shirt.

My world seemed to spin for several seconds, as both girls stopped moving. The ache in my cheek was matched only by my protesting member, which badly wanted to be released from the torture. Several moments passed, before Karumi finally spoke. "Maybe we both really needed that?" Karumi pointed out, sliding off my protesting body. Kittra snickered as she climbed off me, shakily.

"Damn, you have a nice technique. With practice, it would be even better, Kit," Kittra commented, smirking down at me. I spit her own juices at her, but she just sidestepped it before laughing.

My everything ached now, and I felt my body locking up, despite full erection still. That was more effort than I had put fourth in a week, let alone an afternoon.  The sudden pain had shocked me away from orgasm, which deeply pissed off my lower body it felt like. Suddenly, I was hit with a deep sense of being unclean, even as my muscles spasmed painfully. 

The cumulative damage, pain, and exhaustion was rapidly becoming too much for me. My vision darkened then, and I tried to roll onto my side, body screaming in agony as I was suddenly out of breath. Karumi stopped as she pulled her pants back on, and raised an eyebrow over at me. My stomach lurched again, and I finally threw up, before everything went dark…

* * * * *

The first thing I was distinctly aware of was the ache. My entire body felt like one big bruise. Eyes protesting lightly, I finally opened them and slowly looked around. I was tucked against the wall in one of those holding barriers, it seemed? I sighed lightly, and sat up.

Okay, that was a mistake! My entire abdomen felt like it exploded when I moved. Groaning, I shifted against the wall for support. The three infernal pokégirls were nowhere to be found. They must have shoved me in here so they wouldn't have to supervise me. I noticed my clothing was entirely absent as well, and sighed. What was I, an animal to them or something?

I jumped in surprise when a hand suddenly gently closed upon my right shoulder. I looked to my right and saw Kiya curled against the wall as well, but more facing me. She looked sad though, and very much awake. "I'm sorry, Keith. Kiya tried yelling stop, but thinks the bubble makes quiet," she muttered, looking over at me when I sat up.

Sighing, I nodded and noted the third person and broken English. Then a familiar smell? Pushing it out of my head, I frowned. "It's okay, Kiya. Do you know where my clothes are?" I asked, looking around while subconsciously hiding my limp member, trying not to blush.

"They washing out blood," she explained simply, looking away.

I blinked, then realized she was naked too? "Uh, where are your clothes, then? Same place?" I asked hesitantly.

She blushed this time and squeezed her eyes closed. "Kiya made mess, and they're wash too."

Mess? The smell hit me again, and I looked down. A small puddle was under her, and smelled heavily of musk. She saw me look and winced, looking almost ashamed.

"Kiya is sorry! They hurt you, but Kiya still," she started before trailing off and looking away again.

I shook my head rapidly, feeling badly. "No, it's natural, Kiya, don't feel badly," I assured gently, putting a hand on her shoulder. Her eyes got watery within seconds, and she tackled me into the barrier, crying against my chest. Frowning, I tried to ignore her body pushed into mine.

"Kiya hard thinking. Patrick needs to play with!" she exclaimed against me, shivering. I gulped, mental image of his corpse going through my mind. Until I felt her nipples hardening off her B sized breasts, but I tried not to notice, or at least pretend I didn't.

I pushed her back a little and shook my head. "Kiya, you're Patricks," I reminded. She shook her head rapidly.

"Until Master come back, Kiya no want Feral! Kiya need," she trailed off before rubbing her lower body against me. My blush deepened as I fought with what to do. It was wrong, I know. Legally, I wasn't sure, but Patrick was also my friend. She was his, not mine. But I could also understand her not wanting to lose herself. It was an entirely too familiar feeling, as I remembered rushing forward and stabbing the mouse pokégirl.

There was never really a conclusion, though. She knew what she wanted, and slid into my lap, sliding me into her at the same time. A flow of her liquids ran down my shaft and drenched my balls instantly as she gasped and fell against me.   I groaned as she settled against my body, buried to the hilt in her as her hardened nipples dug into my chest. Her fur was so soft and I couldn't help myself, member rapidly rising to the occasion. It was totally different than prior. She was so gentle, and she had more legitimate need. I suppose I also justified that she wasn't a murderer or a sadist.

I pulled her hard against me, running my hands along her fuzzy tail and coming to rest over her ass, as she whimpered at my every touch. Moving my hips back, I pulled out of her about three inches, before hilting myself in her heat again. She cried out and I felt her instantly clamp down, shuddering as more liquid ran thick down my cock. She took a lot less time than the other two had.

"Kiya," I groaned out, slowly pushing in and put of her again, setting a slow pace. The release I never got earlier was rapidly building back up. Gasping, I just reacted and kissed her.   Tenderly at first, but it felt almost inverse to before. She kissed back with a gentleness, like she actually wanted me to feel good too.

Something ignited in her after several seconds of kissing. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, as her legs and arms wrapped around me tightly! My balls started churning almost instantly. Suddenly I remembered I didn't have her pokéball. She couldn't go through the contraceptive cycle that they were supposed to have regularly.

I tried to pull out of her. She protested heavily and we ended up just falling backwards. The landing surprised her, and jarred me. My tongue slipped into her mouth as hers retreated, instead, and I groaned at the new feeling.  That was all it took. She moaned into my mouth as her soaked walls clamped down again, releasing another torrent of hot liquid down my cock and locking me in her solidly. Letting out a groan, I felt the dam burst as I kissed her harder. My cock and balls started pulsing, and I felt spurt after spurt release deep within her tummy. She squeeled happily, and contently smiled down at me after breaking the kiss.

My head was spinning still, and just looked up at her, as she sat up on me. Her chest was heaving, but mine seemed to be moving harder. She looked so happy though, that I couldn't help but smile up at her. She had needed that, I suppose. Again, I knew what it was like to have urges and feelings overwhelm your senses.

She lay down again, on top of me, and just rested there. Her small hands tucked in and rested between our chests, as I reached around and held her. Her fur was so soft, and she was a stark contrast to the much colder room. I played with her hair lightly as she lay her cheek against my chest. My body was tired again, but it felt better than after the other two had gotten done. Warmer. I was surprised at how totally different that was, even in just gut feelings involved.

"My my! I leave you two alone for a half an hour, and look what happens!" Karumi suddenly exclaimed, next to the barrier. I jumped slightly, causing Kiya to sleepily protest on my chest, but looked over at Karumi. "She had needed taming, and was close to feral. Your friend had probably planned on taming her tonight, but then we gave her that little show, and pushed her dangerously close," she deduced, crouching down closer to me, to look into my eyes.

I sighed and looked up at her listlessly. "The only reason I did was to keep her herself," I defended, probably pointlessly.

Karumi shook her head. "No, I know that. I know your type and, even if you want something, you'd never take it from her. It surprises me how resilient you are after everything you've been through," she commented, sitting down on the floor now and just watching me.

"Hard to believe you're surprised by anything, being an infernal type," I muttered, resting my head down on the cold floor again.

Karumi smiled softly. "You noticed, then. Yeah, I'm an infernal type pokégirl. Although I'm not sure why you seem to hate me so much. Are you prejudice against our kind?" she asked, not losing her smile

I rolled my eyes weakly. "Oh, yes, I hate infernal types. It has absolutely nothing to do with you murdering my father, or ordering Patrick to be killed," I replied, dripping sarcasm.

She actually laughed. "My, snarky aren't you? But no, you're a bit misinformed."

"How so? I witnessed both," I asked dryly, getting tired again. Kiya had tired me out, and only after my body was already badly depleted.

Karumi sighed. "I stopped your father from killing himself, then used magic to release his sorrows. His soul was released from the eternal imprisonment he was rapidly heading for as a ghost, and passed on. I simply used his body's last energies for my own devices, that's all," she explained, looking back down at me.

Frowning, I remembered what he had said in the graveyard earlier. "Why would Dad do something like that? Was he really that," I trailed off.

She smiled, but sadly this time and shook her head. "I'm selfish, but not cruel. There's no point in hurting someone if I don't get something from it. He was hurting, and I saw that I could use those emotions. He was saved because I intervened, and I got what I wanted too, that's all," she added, not really explaining much.

I shook my head, but she continued, "My deduction is that he was recognition bonded with your mother. Losing her unnaturally to that blundering idiot sent him on a fast downward spiral."

"Blundering idiot?" I asked, confused now.

I got an eye roll in return. "That asshole, Zageith. He fucked everything up for me by just attacking your family like that," she explained, looking kind of pissed.

Now I was just confused. She struck me as selfish, and lacking heavily in empathy, but she was infernal and I had expected as much. But the new revelation of her not liking the guy who actually murdered my mother and sister, it deeply confused me.

"What about Patrick? What did he do to deserve getting his head chopped off?" I asked, looking back at Karumi skeptically. Kiya murmured lightly, but otherwise appeared to be asleep.

Karumi snorted derisively. "If half my lieutenants and ninety percent of my forces hadn't been utterly wiped out by all the celestials investigating what that asshole did a month ago, I wouldn't be so desperate for forces. I just happen to pick him because he was with you. I'm sure you've heard the two birds and one stone phrase," she countered. 

I simply let her speak, but it didn't quite make a lot of sense to me. "How does killing him help get you more forces?" I asked hesitantly, wondering if there was something I missed, and getting that gut feeling there was.

"He's not dead?" she simply offered. Frowning, I looked over to the scythe on the wall, then down a little to his body laying there. Oh. There'd be no point to stitch his head back on. They were planning on bringing him back somehow? As if reading my mind, she nodded, and elaborated, "Yes, the scythe, a very special gift to me, has the capacity to trap the souls, so to speak, of the individuals killed by it. We can use the subsequent crystals they're put in to bring them back."

It was like a light bulb was flicked on. "You're going to raise him and get him to join forces with you," I concluded.

Karumi shrugged lightly. "The crystal needs to be kept energized, otherwise they just die again until the ritual is performed again. If he wants to stay alive, he'll have to do as I say."

I sighed. She was selfish after all. But not as outwardly malicious as I seemed to have pegged her as, if she was indeed telling the truth about father. I'd heard about the ghosts of people who had deep regrets, being stuck for centuries. "I want to look at you more, too. And maybe you can help us with other things soon as well. We need all the help we can get right now," she added while I was deep in thought.

"Wait, why do you want to look at me more?" I asked, frowning. I still didn't see why she was so interested in me. My body was a pile of crap with the blood curse.

Karumi shook her head, seeing my confusion. "I know about your blood curse now, but I'm interested in your eyes the most. They're very special, you must realize," she informed, leaning closer to look at them again.

I snorted disdainfully. "I can see ghosts, and kind of well in the dark. That doesn't sound very special to me."

"You can see through illusions, as well. And I did a scan on them while you were unconscious. I think there's a lot of untapped potential for them, and you," she retorted, shaking her head.

"Why do they interest you?" I asked bluntly, looking back down at Kiya as she snoozed lightly.

"I told you already. If you have a lot of potential, I'd like to use that for my gain to get out of here. Of course, you'd be stronger too, so also benefiting. That's why I kept your girlfriend here for leverage."

I shook my head weakly. "Kari isn't my girlfriend, but I suppose you already openly admitted you were selfish. Will you not hurt her if I agree to help?" I asked, swallowing at the thought of Kari again.

Karumi chuckled. "That is the general idea, isn't it? I have no reason for hurting her if you help. I don't gain anything from it, so you can obviously trust that," she pointed out.

Sighing, I nodded weakly. She had a point. I had no reason not to believe her. She's absurdly selfish, but sticking solidly to that. That was something, at least. She surprised me when she reached down and de-activated the barrier. "Aren't you worried about Kiya?" I asked hesitantly.

She shook her head, seeming bored now. "No, you're her temporary master until we get Patrick up and working again, so if you don't tell her to attack us, she won't," she deduced. I frowned and looked down at the girl snoozing on me, and sighed. "Don't beat on yourself, it's pointless. She needed it, and we don't have the equipment for taming a feral Peekabu, so keep her tamed, okay?" she added upon seeing my expression. Wait, I had to keep her tamed until she got Patrick back?!

She chuckled at my replaced expression of embarrassment, before standing up again and walking back outside. This was a little too much for me to handle all at once. Especially when my body just wanted to rest. "Oh, we dug a rut out here and managed to create a small spring, if you want to clean yourself and her up," was suddenly called by Karumi from outside.

My thoughts briefly flickered to how they'd "created" a spring outside, but then I remembered we were in a floating void of non-existence, and decided that it seemed within bounds comparatively. Shaking my head, I managed to stand up, despite the protesting Kiya.

Chapter 5 - End