Chapter 19: Forbidden Examination
The abandoned warehouse smelled of rust, stale water, and the ghost of industrial grease. A single bulb, dangling from a frayed wire, buzzed and flickered, throwing frantic shadows across the stained concrete. Anna stood shivering, not from the cold, but from the sheer, naked reality of why they were here.
Susan was already there, leaning against a rusted support beam. She was taller than Anna remembered, more solid. The voluminous coat she wore did little to hide the profound, unsettling bulge at her groin.
“You came,” Susan said, her voice echoing slightly in the vast, empty space.
“Marie said you could help,” Anna replied, her own voice small. She adjusted her glasses. “She said you’re… different now.”
A grim smile touched Susan’s lips. “That’s one word for it.” She shrugged off the heavy coat, letting it fall to the floor. The flickering light washed over her. She wore only a simple, strained tank top and a pair of cut-off sweats that were brutally modified, the front seam split open to accommodate the impossible weight of her cock.
Anna’s breath caught. It was monstrous. A thick, veined pillar of flesh that curved heavily downward from a thatch of dark pubic hair, the broad, flared head already seeping a steady bead of pre-cum. Beneath it, a massive, heavy-looking sac hung low, the skin tight and drawn. It twitched with a life of its own, a demanding, animal presence.
“My punishment,” Susan said, her tone devoid of pity. “For what I did to my daughter. Lila’s idea of justice. Turns a pious bitch into a walking, leaking sex monster.” She gestured at Anna. “Let’s see it, then. What did he take from you?”
Hands trembling, Anna unbuttoned her modest skirt, let it pool around her ankles. She pulled her plain cotton panties down. The cool air hit her smooth skin. Where her vagina had been was now just seamless, unbroken flesh, a faint, hairless depression the only hint of what was missing. Her anus, a neat, dark pink pucker, looked utterly vulnerable.
Susan let out a low, appreciative hum. “Clean work. Nathaniel uses cautery. Leaves scars. This is… elegant. Cruel, but elegant.” She took a step closer, her own cock swinging heavily. The musky, animal scent of her— sweat and salt and sex— washed over Anna. “And she rerouted everything to your back door?”
Anna nodded, unable to speak. Her heart hammered against her ribs.
“Smart fairy.” Susan’s hand, large and warm, came to rest on Anna’s flat stomach, then slid down, her fingers tracing the smooth expanse where her labia should have been. Anna flinched, but didn’t pull away. The touch was clinical, assessing. “No entry. Nothing. Just a dead end.” Her finger circled Anna’s asshole, pressing gently. Anna gasped, a jolt of electric sensation shooting up her spine. “But this… this is live wire now, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Anna whispered.
“We need to know what we’re working with,” Susan said, her voice dropping to a practical, almost gentle murmur. “What we can take. What we can use. The mission’s going to be hell. We might need to find relief in ugly places. Best to know the territory.”
She knelt, her knees cracking on the concrete, bringing her face level with Anna’s groin. Her hot breath ghosted over Anna’s sensitive skin. “You stroke me. I’ll open you up. Quid pro quo.”
Anna’s hand shook as she reached out, her fingers brushing the fever-hot skin of Susan’s shaft. It was like gripping a section of hard, veined hose. She closed her hand, her fingers not meeting around the girth. A fresh pulse of pre-cum wept from the slit, coating her thumb. The smell was overpowering, primal.
Susan groaned, a deep, resonant sound. “That’s it. Get it wet. It’ll make things easier for you.”
As Anna began to awkwardly pump her fist, Susan leaned in. She didn’t kiss. She lapped. A broad, flat stroke of her tongue over Anna’s sealed sex, then down, circling her anus with deliberate, rough pressure. Anna cried out, her hand tightening on Susan’s cock. The sensation was blinding, a direct line to her core. Her knees buckled.
“Steady,” Susan muttered against her skin, her words vibrating through Anna’s flesh. She pushed her tongue-tip against the tight ring of muscle. It yielded a fraction. Susan’s fingers, slick with her own saliva, replaced her tongue, one thick digit pressing insistently. “Breathe out.”
Anna obeyed, and Susan’s finger slid in, up to the first knuckle. A sharp, stretching burn, then a flood of shocking, deep pleasure. Anna moaned, her head falling back. Her strokes on Susan’s cock became more rhythmic, guided by the older woman’s low, encouraging grunts.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Susan breathed, working her finger slowly in and out. “But hot. Like a furnace. All that energy, with nowhere else to go.” She added a second finger, the stretch becoming a delicious, burning ache. Anna’s hips began to move of their own accord, fucking herself back on Susan’s invading hand.
“Feel that?” Susan rasped, curling her fingers inside Anna, searching. “That spongy spot? That’s your new everything.”
She pressed, and stars exploded behind Anna’s eyelids. A guttural, broken sound tore from her throat. Her orgasm crashed over her, sudden and devastating—a dry, convulsive clenching around Susan’s fingers, her whole body seizing, her limp cock in her hand spurting nothing but a thin, pathetic dribble of fluid. She sagged, gasping.
Susan withdrew her fingers slowly, giving Anna’s ass a firm, almost affectionate slap. “Good. You’re operational.” She stood, her own need now a visible urgency. Her massive cock stood out, angry and purple, dripping steadily. “My turn. And I need more than fingers.”
Anna, still trembling from the aftershocks, looked up at the monstrous organ. A flicker of fear, then a wave of dark curiosity. “How…?”
“On your hands and knees. Now.”
The command brooked no argument. Anna moved, the rough concrete biting into her palms and knees. She felt exposed, her ass in the air, her modified body presented. Susan moved behind her, a looming, warm shadow. The broad, slick head of her cock nudged against Anna’s sore, stretched hole.
“This is gonna hurt,” Susan said, not unkindly. “It hurts everyone. It’s too damn big. But then it’s gonna feel like nothing else on earth. Ready?”
Anna nodded, squeezing her eyes shut. “Do it.”
Susan pushed. There was no gentle easing. It was a brutal, relentless invasion. Anna screamed, a raw, tearing sound that echoed in the warehouse. It was splitting her apart, a burning, tearing pressure that felt like it reached her throat. She sobbed, drool dripping from her lips onto the concrete.
“Breathe, girl. Breathe through it,” Susan grunted, her own voice strained. She paused, buried perhaps a third of her impossible length inside. “Fuck. You’re clamping down like a vise.”
Slowly, the searing pain began to transmute. The overwhelming fullness sparked nerve-endings Anna didn’t know she had. The stretch became a profound, claiming pressure. She felt stuffed, impaled, completely and utterly filled. A low, desperate moan replaced her sobs.
“There you go,” Susan panted. She began to move, short, shallow strokes that gradually deepened. Each withdrawal was a loss, each thrust a shocking, full-body reclaiming. The sound was obscene— wet, fleshy slaps, their breathing ragged and loud.
“Take it, you bookish little slut,” Susan growled, her hips finding a brutal, piston-like rhythm. “Take this horse cock your priest saved you for. This is what he made you for. An empty hole for a monster to fuck.”
The filthy words, paired with the devastating physical invasion, shattered Anna’s last shred of propriety. “Yes! God, yes, it’s so deep! I can feel you in my stomach!”
Susan’s hands gripped Anna’s hips hard enough to bruise, holding her in place as she slammed home, over and over. The warehouse seemed to shake with their collision. Susan’s balls, huge and tight, swung and slapped against Anna’s clit-less mound with each thrust.
“Gonna fill you,” Susan choked out. “Gonna pump this rotten, holy cum so deep into your gut. Mark his victim with my sin.”
The promise tipped Anna over another edge. This orgasm was quieter, deeper, a rolling series of internal convulsions that milked the massive shaft buried inside her. She whimpered, her arms giving out, her cheek pressed to the cold floor.
Feeling Anna clamp down, Susan lost her rhythm. With a final, deep, grinding stab, she buried herself to the hilt and roared. Anna felt the hot, throbbing pulse deep within her, a flood of wet heat that seemed to have no end. Susan pumped again, and again, each jet a scalding claim.
They collapsed together onto the coat, a heap of sweat-slick limbs and overwhelming scent. Susan’s softening cock slipped from Anna’s well-used ass with a wet, messy sound.
For a long time, they just breathed in the dank air.
High up in the steel rafters, Lila watched, her wings a faint shimmer in the gloom. She saw the glittering, opalescent fluid that had mixed with Susan’s release, now deep inside Anna. A blessing for luck, for health. A fairy’s investment in her tools.
Susan finally stirred, pulling a wipe from her coat pocket with a wince. She cleaned herself roughly, then offered one to Anna. “Here.”
Anna cleaned up in silence, the throbbing ache between her legs a testament to what had happened. She felt raw, used, and strangely powerful.
“He holds a private mass on Thursday nights,” Susan said, her voice all business again, the moment of animal need past. “Just him and his ‘special penitents’ in the vestry. That’s when he does the cuts. No choir. No altar boys. Just his tools and his… faith.”
Anna pulled her clothes on, the fabric tender against her sore body. “How do we get in?”
Susan’s smile was all sharp edges. “I still have the keys. And he still thinks I’m a broken, repentant woman who just needs guidance.” She looked at Anna, her gaze unwavering. “You’ll be my new project. A girl I found, struggling with impure urges. I’m bringing you to him for help.”
The plan was taking shape, solid and dangerous. The pain between Anna’s legs settled into a dull, promising throb. A reminder of what was taken, and what was now being weaponized.
“Thursday,” Anna said, nodding.
“Thursday,” Susan agreed.
Above them, Lila smiled, a tiny, fierce flash of light in the darkness, and vanished.