Chapter 4: Climax
Rita was stunned at her own reaction. Standing before her was the woman she admired and obsessed over more than any, and yet Kim Kardashian's presence filled her with envy and dread.
There was an intoxicating mix in the air, a combination of pheromones and lavendar, that caused Rita to feel lightheaded as she stood on the precipice of her deepest darkest fears.
She saw herself in Kim's eyes, their features were alarmingly similar, and a wild, possessive instinct overtook her. For a moment, Rita thought she would give into it and snatch the woman away to devour as her own, but then reversing that reasoning, she bolted down the hall of the underground lair, determined not to succumb to her deepest desires yet. As she ran, her heart pounding in her chest
In Michael's lab, Kim glared at him, but he was unapologetic, "My best work, my masterpiece," he declared, his smug grin exuding his satisfaction. He began to walk away, but he was detained by Kim's security detail, and she approached him
"You can brag all you want about your goddamn creation," she seethed, her voice dripping with disgust, "But I'm going to make sure it never sees the light of day." With that, she sauntered down the same corridor that Rita had taken just moments before.
Rita's haste in fleeing finally caught up with her as she nearly fell headlong into a darkened chamber. But her eyes soon adjusted to reveal just how far she had come.
The chamber was large and dimly lit, with walls that glistened like polished stone and a floor of ebony marble. A massive carved oak altar overlooked a well like pit. On the altar, a golden chalice was accompanied by a knife, both objects untouched but full of a palpable energy that radiated from them.
Shadows emanated from the pit, but they were unmoving. Approaching the edge close enough to see details, she gasped in horror. as she witnessed a pit filled with... Kim Kardashians; hundreds, maybe even thousands of bodies, that looked just like hers, tossed into the chasm and crushed together at the bottom, their limbs twisted at unnatural angles, and eyes wide open and fixed eternally in terror.
Rita stumbled backwards, gripping the cold stone wall for support as her heart raced uncontrollably. She was frozen in fear, unable to process the sight before her.
But then, her fear began to subside and anger welled up inside her. How could Michael do this to these people? What had he gained from it?
"A beautiful world," Kim's voice echoed from behind, making Rita's heart leap in fear.
She turned to find herself face to face with Kim Kardashian, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Rita's breath hitched in her throat as she took in Kim's appearance. She wore a form fitting black latex dress that hugged her curves, showcasing her ample assets and long legs. Her raven hair cascaded down her shoulders in glossy waves, and her brown eyes sparkled with a devious glint.
Her full lips curved into a wicked smile as she slowly approached Rita, who couldn't tear her gaze away from the vision before her.
"I know what you're thinking," Kim purred, her voice dripping with confidence. "You're wondering why I'm here, what I want with you."
Rita couldn't find her voice, so she simply nodded, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps.
"I want to complete the ritual," Kim replied, extending a hand towards Rita. "To remove the last of yourself and become, us."
"How..." Rita whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and desire.
"Taste," Kim commanded, as her hands lowered to her hips, pulling up the hem of her latex dress, revealing her bare shaved pussy.
Rita hesitated for a moment, but something primal in her urged her to reach out and touch Kim. She traced her fingers down Kim's thigh, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin. Kim sighed at her touch, closing her eyes, before grabbing Rita's head and forcing her tongue onto Kim's clit. Rita's mind raced as the taste of Kim's pussy flooded her senses. She moaned as she began to lick and suck hungrily, exploring every inch of Kim's folds with her tongue. Kim's moans and sighs of pleasure grew louder, urging Rita on, as she pushed her face deeper into Kim's crotch.
"Finally! Somebody practiced!" Kim exclaimed, spreading her legs wider. "Oh, fuck yes, eat that pussy, Kim!"
Rita, on her knees before Kim, couldn't believe that she was actually doing this. Her family would never approve of such behavior, but she couldn't deny the pleasure that surged through her veins as she tasted Kim's arousal.
Kim tangled her fingers in Rita's hair, pulling her closer, desperately seeking more of her skilled tongue.
Rita's heart raced as her body trembled with desire, loving the feeling of being controlled by Kim's every whim.
The wet sounds of Rita's mouth and Kim's pussy filled the air around them as Kim's moans grew louder, her thighs quivering with pleasure. She thrust her hips forward, grinding her pussy onto Rita's face, desperate for her release.
Rita's tongue darted out, flicking Kim's clit with the perfect amount of pressure.
Kim's legs shook, and Rita reveled in her newfound control. Kim's moans grew louder, her breaths ragged as she neared her climax.
"Oh, fuck, yes, just like that!" Kim yelled, pulling Rita's head even closer.
Rita's tongue swirled around Kim's clit, then plunged deep into her pussy, tasting her wetness, feeling every inch of her.
Kim's legs trembled as she lost control, spraying Rita with a golden shower, her body convulsing with pleasure.
"Oh, fuck, yes, I'm coming! Don't stop, oh God!" Kim screamed as she came, her pussy muscles contracting around Rita's tongue, causing Rita to moan in satisfaction.
Kim shuddered and collapsed onto the altar, her chest heaving with exertion, her eyes closed in bliss. Kim pulled back, wiping her mouth as she stood up, feeling a mix of excitement and shame.
"I get it now," Kim spoke, the only traces of Rita remaining were in her voice, and the way she moved her body. "You found a template, a template for beauty. You used that template to perfect yourself, then tried to gift that template to the world. There was just one problem."
"The SKIMS line of beauty products, when used with Michael's special formula, would transform anyone into a perfect replica of me," Kim explained, catching her breath.
"But Michael had never managed to perfect the formula fully, and every duplicate he created was doomed to end up in the pit, twisted and broken, never achieving the full transformation." Kim said, a brown sheen in her otherwise raven hair betraying the fact that she was once called Rita.
Kim's gaze shifted to Kim, and her eyes narrowed. "And you want to change that," she said, her voice flat.
"I want to fix it," Kim replied, meeting Kim's gaze squarely. "Behold, I made the full transformation. I am a younger, firmer, more perfect version of Kim." Kim taunted, as she ran her hands over her newly enhanced curves. "However, I didn't expect that I would retain any of Rita's memories, and now I am burdened with her self-consciousness and shame."
"You are a marvel, indeed; but there can be only one Kim," Kim said as she turned to the altar to retrieve the dagger, "It is why sacrifices had to be made. I hope you under..." Kim paused, noticing the dagger was missing from the altar. She turned back around just in time to see Kim lunging at her, fury in her eyes, wielding the dagger. Kim was caught off guard, and the dagger plunged into her chest, lodging deep in her heart. She looked down in shock, eyes widening as she realized the gravity of the situation.
With tears welling in her eyes, Kim choked out, "But; I'm the real To---" her words failing as the dagger was withdrawn, taking her air with it.
"Then why are you in that fucking pit?" Kim spat as she pushed Kim into the dark abyss.
Kim struggled to catch her breath, her heartbeat deafening in her ears as she contemplated what had transpired. The act of murder was sickening and wrong, but somehow, Kim's arrogance and greed made it easier to process. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and shuddered at the memory of her former idol's pleading eyes.
She returned to the lab. The security detail snapping to attention as she entered, the cacophony of their salutes filling the air. She ignored them as she walked past. Her eyes were drawn to Michael - the one who had started all this, flanked by two of her security detail.
Looking away, trying to suppress the guilt she was feeling addressed the two security guards, "This Michael. He's caused more problems than he's worth. Is there a way we can shoot him, and say he resisted or ran?" Kim asked, a slight tremble in her voice.
The two guards shared a look, before one of them replied, "Our orders were to bring him in unharmed."
The second blushed, "But heck, for you, Miss Kardashian, we can do anything." He stated as he pulled out his side arm.
Michael realizing why Kim was acting this way became horrified, "Oh shit! Rita, I can explain..." Michael's words were cut short as Kim's guard raised his gun and fired without hesitation, the bullet cleanly piercing Michael's eyebrow and exiting the back of his skull, taking his explanation with it.
Michael's body collapsed to the ground, dead before he hit the tile floor. Kim looked away, her eyes closing in disgust as the guards dragged the lifeless body out of sight.
Kim took several deep breaths, her mind racing as she tried to process everything that had happened. She opened her eyes, glancing at her own reflection in the nearby mirror.
She looked different, and yet, she looked the same. She noticed the faint curve of her lips and realized she was pleased with herself. The world was her oyster now.
Her mind wandered to Sarah. Sarah would never believe what had transpired. Sarah had remained ever loyal, but she was not so sure that Sarah wouldn't condemn what she had done. Sarah would be the last piece of the old Rita left in her life, and Kim knew because of that she would have to leave and never contact Sarah again.
It was a difficult thing for her to accept, but she also knew that once some time had passed, Sarah would forget about her, and Kim could focus on her new life as the only and ultimate Kim Kardashian.