Transformations: Latigo Key Ch. 03A

Transformations: Latigo Key Chapter 3 Part 1

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Latigo Key

The Greene House

"What sort of church do you supposed it is?" Cathy asked as she soaked in the tub.

"Church? What are you talking about?" Dan called from the bedroom.

"That Mother Superior Hecate. Balenger said she was thinking about building a church here," Cathy said as she slowly fingered herself.

"Catholic, I guess."

"Bullshit," Cathy laughed. "No Catholic nun ever looked like that."

Dan got out of bed and leaned against the open door jamb. He was naked and his thick cock hung down. "Had quite the effect on you, huh?"

Cathy grinned and rubbed her clit harder. "Mmm, hmm. You know me when it comes to tall women."

Dan laughed.

It was a running joke ever since Dan caught her staring at a tall woman at a bar in Miami.

If Cathy was ever going to try pussy? It would be with a very tall woman.

She had tried to explain it was envy not lust - she wished she were that tall.

This memory made Cathy frown... She was already very tall. Hadn't she always been...?

"You going to get yourself off or can I play too?" Dan asked.

He was smiling at her.

Cathy laughed and stood up, the water sliding down her body.

Dan stopped smiling. "Jesus... Mrs. Greene... You take my breath away."

She smiled and looked at the floor. She blushed.

He walked to the tub and pulled her into his arms.

She kissed him as he lifted her. "I'm all wet."

He chuckled. "I know. It'll make this easier." He pushed her against the wall, his cock rising, touching her pussy lips.

Then he lowered her slowly onto his cock.

She kept her eyes open, looking in his eyes the entire time.

Then she wrapped her legs around him, his cock embedded inside her.

Dan began to thrust into her, and she moaned. "I think I have something this Hecate doesn't have," Dan whispered.

Cathy laughed out loud. "Never can tell. Of course, she has those nice big breasts and that round butt."

"Ahh, you noticed?" Dan laughed as he began fucking her.

"Mmm, yes. I'll bet... Oh, God... pussy sweet as strawberries."

"Wicked slut..."

Cathy squinted. "Cum Slut Cathy... that's me."

Dan stared at her. "Oh, is it?"

"Yes. I need cum, Dan," she pouted. "In my mouth. So, don't you dare cum in my pussy." She winked. "Or my ass."

"Your... what?"

She slid down his body, pulling free of his cock. Then she knelt on the floor. "My ass," she said. She pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and pressed her face to the floor.

Dan knelt down behind her. He caressed her ass cheeks and trailed his finger across her pucker. "Baby, you don't have to..."

"I want to. I want your thick cock in my ass, Dan. I need it there."

"Jesus, Cathy," he whispered.

She reached behind her and grasped his cock. She pulled him forward until his cock touched her buttocks.

He put his hand on the small of her back and began rubbing his cock up and down her ass crack.

Dan watched as she spit on her hand. Then she reached back between her legs and rubbed the spit into her hole. She inserted her middle finger and moaned.

"All the lube I need. Fuck me, Dan. Fuck me with your Whoremaster cock," she said. As soon as she said the words she hesitated. Cathy was confused.

"Whoremaster?" Dan whispered. "Baby, what are you talking about?"

"I... I'm not sure. I just... it's a fantasy." She looked over her shoulder at him. "It's like we're other people. I imagine you're huge and muscled with a cock longer than my forearm... even larger. And, I'm this tall, muscular Amazon with breasts way too big even for my body."

He leaned down and kissed her back. "Sounds kinky."

"God, it is. We're... like gods and goddesses. And, we have orgies."

Dan laughed. "Orgies?! Dan and Cathy Greene at an orgy... who are we having an orgy with?" He stroked his cock and pressed it against her ass.

She blushed and turned away. "Just... people."

"Nobody in particular? Not movie stars or porn stars?" Dan laughed.

Cathy sighed. "Don't make me say..."

He kissed her back again. "If I'm a Whoremaster or whatever you said? Sounds like I'm in charge. You have to tell me."

Cathy gasped. She did have to tell him. "It's embarrassing... Deborah."

Dan chuckled. "Not surprised. Okay, that's only a threesome." He pushed harder against her asshole.

"Ooo... and Margaret. Consuela too..."

"Just women. Hmm," Dan said as his cock pushed past her entrance. He stopped with just the head of his dick invading her.

"Mmm, more, Dan! Don't stop, please?" She whined.

"Then tell me who else? You want to be fucked in the ass, don't you?" He pulled back slightly.

"No! Dan, please!" She tried to push back against him, but he held her in place with his hand on the small of her back.

"Say it!"

"Wink! Okay! Wink! I want him to fuck me while you fuck me in the ass. I want two men inside me while I eat pussy. Oh, God!" She screamed and orgasmed.

Dan pushed past her sphincter gently. "Shh, now. Shh." He caressed her spasming pussy with his right hand as he pushed slowly into her ass.

"Cum... Cumming," Cathy whispered.

"I know. I feel it."

"God, I'm horrible!" Cathy moaned.

"No, you aren't," Dan laughed. He pushed forward balls deep into Cathy's ass.

Cathy threw her head back and screamed, her body shuddering as she came again.

Dan was fucking her ass and then she felt three of his fingers slide into her pussy at the same time.

"God! God! Oh, fuck!" Cathy cried as she pressed her face against the bathroom floor.

"Two cocks inside you, right?" Dan asked.

She laughed. "More, Dan. Fuck me hard!"

His left hand was like a vice on the small of her back as he pounded her ass and pussy.

Cathy began to cry as orgasm after orgasm rocked her.

She felt him stiffen.

"God, Cathy, I'm going to..."

She tore free from his grasp and pulled herself off his cock.

Then she spun around and engulfed his cock.

So thick! The biggest she could ever remember him being.

"Cathy, oh, God... it was in your..."

My ass! Cathy thought. I took it from my gaping ass right into my mouth like the nastiest whore in the world.

God, she was going to cum again.

Then his cum poured down her throat as his fingers curled in her hair.

Joined, she thought. I'll be joined now!

She pulled him out of her throat and let his cum fill her mouth.

The taste was... wrong. Not Ambrosia. Just cum.

Soft, he slid out of her mouth.

She stared at his cock. He didn't cum Ambrosia.

But... what was Ambrosia? The word had popped into her head the same as Whoremaster, but she didn't have any idea what those words meant.

Dan collapsed onto the floor and caressed her face. "Cathy, that was... I mean... it's never been so good, so hot."

She was still frowning. Then she shook her head and smiled. "I don't know what came over me. God, Dan, I'm so embarrassed." She shook her head. "I never would do something like that, Dan! Not in a million years. I don't want Wink or Willy..."

"Willy?!" Dan laughed. "You didn't say anything about Willy."

She wanted to tunnel under the bathroom tile and hide.

Dan shook his head and pulled her close. "There's nothing wrong with fantasy, baby."

"I wouldn't actually..."

"I know," Dan said. "But, just so you know? You have my permission to do anything you want with Deborah, Margaret, and Consuela."

She snuggled against him. "Men are pigs."

"Oink, oink," Dan said and nuzzled her hair. "If you're going to try out the male Wankers? That we'll need to talk about."

"Don't make fun. I've been feeling like I'm losing my mind."

He kissed her. "You're in your prime according to everything I've read. Now you know how my head worked when I was younger."

"I'll bet you didn't feel like you were going insane though."

"Insane? No. Thought I might be possessed at one point."

"Possessed! Exactly. That's how I feel. I feel like I'm possessed sometimes."

Dan nodded. "Religious issue, then. Maybe you should discuss it with this Mother Superior Hecate?"

She poked him in the chest. "Absolutely not," she said and laughed.

"Scared, huh?"

"Yes."

"Want her?" Dan asked.

She sighed. "And, you don't?"

"Actually? No. There's something... creepy about her."

"You think?"

Dan nodded. "Yeah. I mean, she's gorgeous - on that we agree. But I don't know."

She looked up into his eyes. "No, what?"

He shook his head. "In Nam, after I'd been in the jungle a few times? I'd get these feelings, you know? Hair on the back of my neck would stand up. Like I knew when there was danger."

She laid her head on his chest. "You feel that now?"

"I don't know. Maybe. Stay away from her. For me, okay?"

"Oh, no worries there." She smiled at him. "Stay home tomorrow? I don't want you to go to the mainland."

"I wish I could. Client's coming in. Won't sign without me present."

Cathy sighed. "Come home right after?"

"I'll do my best."

They sat on the bathroom floor, and she lay in his arms.

There was a hum in the air, barely discernable.

But there.

***

Wink sat on top of the wooden picnic table in his backyard. He could hear the ocean waves breaking down at the beach.

Above this sound was a slight hum coming from the overhead electric lines.

He had a beer in his hand, another sitting beside him on the table top.

Willy walked into the backyard from the narrow street.

He sat down beside his father and picked up the other beer.

"Children are going to be an issue," Wink said.

"She's not that old, dad."

"Naah, but, she's close to too old. You need to know that."

"I do."

Wink nodded. "School?"

"I'll still go. I think she'll come with me."

"That's good, Willy. You're destined for more than this place, son. So's she."

He smiled. "From where I'm sitting? This place doesn't look so bad."

"Oh, this is home. It'll always be home, Willy. But there's a world out there. You need to see it. Then you come home. That's the way it's supposed to work."

"Yes, sir," Willy said. He looked over his shoulder toward the house. "Mom okay with this?"

"Of course not, you're her only child," Wink said. "Always hardest on the mother. But she knows you gotta do what you gotta do, boy. She's worried about you but not that worried. You're island strong."

Willy smiled and nodded. He tapped his bottle against his father's. "Island strong."

Willy drank the rest of his beer and set the bottle beside him.

"Tell Jenny I said 'hello'. Tell her I said to stop worrying and that we love her," Wink said.

"I will. Thanks, Dad."

"Goodnight, Willy."

"Goodnight," Willy said as he walked back to the street and headed toward Snob's Knob.

Margaret came out of the house via the kitchen door. She had two more beers in her hands. She climbed up on the picnic table and handed Wink one of them.

He took it. "You heard?"

"Yeah," she said.

"You okay with it?"

"Wink Wanker, do I have a fucking choice?"

"Nope."

"No, I don't," she said and sighed. "The problem is, too many old broads on this island."

"We got a definite cougar problem," Wink laughed.

"Fucking A, we do."

He put his arm around her. "You're a foul-mouthed sailor's woman, Margaret."

She leaned against him. "Bet your ass. Wanna fuck?"

Wink laughed. "We do have the whole house to ourselves."

"Start in the kitchen, work our way up?"

Wink laughed. "Fuck no. Start on this picnic table."

Margaret laughed as Wink pushed her down on the tabletop.

The beers fell on the wet grass.

***

Hecate stood on the street outside Balenger's clinic along with the doctor and his nurse.

Plain-clothes Church Agents surrounded them, trying to blend in to the dark street.

The ultrasonics buzzed softly on each telephone pole.

"What volume are they set at?" Hecate asked.

"Only ten percent," Dr. Balenger said.

"What effect will it have?"

"Lowered inhibitions, increased libido. The humans are having a very good evening."

"But no effect on us?"

"No, anyone who has received finishing Ambrosia is completely immune."

Hecate smiled. She might be immune to the hypnotic tone, but her libido was definitely heightened. All she could think about was Cathy Greene.

The words of Ari Jacobs came back to her. It seemed like a million years ago: "All I am saying is: find happiness. Find love. Do not neglect it or you will find yourself old and alone with nothing but ghosts and the dreams of what might have been."

She was a different person now, not only physically but mentally, emotionally. Helen Turner was now Hecate. She was cold, calculating - she realized that.

Something in Cathy Greene awakened feelings Hecate thought died years ago. It was ridiculous. She'd just met this woman and all Hecate could think about was being with her, possessing her. Not just lust, no.

She was in love with Cathy Greene.

And that made it hard to concentrate.

"What happens when the power is increased?" Hecate asked.

"At 100%, the implanted personalities take complete control of the host," Balenger said.

"Until the sound is turned off?"

"For now, yes," Balenger said.

"For now?"

Balenger shrugged. "In theory, there should be a tipping point at which the personalities merge. We've already seen that in Consuela Mendez. I believe Jenny Larsen is close to merging."

"And this Willy Wanker?"

Balenger sighed. "Problematic. Either his age or some sort of psychic ability is causing issues with the merger. In some ways, I think he has already merged; however, he is either resisting the programming or..."

"He's an immune?" Hecate asked. She stared into Balenger's eyes.

"I've seen no indication of immunity in the remaining population of the island."

Hecate smiled. "Remaining. Yes. How many were culled?"

Balenger looked away. "Seventeen. Eighteen if you count Eduardo Mendez who is now a worker drone."

"You disapprove?" Hecate asked.

"Whatever I have been made into? I am still a doctor. I pledged to do no harm."

"We follow Sister's orders," Constance said.

Balenger looked at her sharply and she lowered her eyes.

"Yes," Hecate said. "We all follow Sister's orders. And Sister's orders are the word of the living god. Aren't they, Constance?"

"We were there when the 'god' first spoke, Mother Superior Hecate," Balenger said. "We don't need to be reminded of his will."

Constance looked at him and smiled faintly before looking down at the pavement.

Hecate smiled and turned away. "I would like a demonstration before we fully awaken these... whores, Baal. Prove to me Willy Wanker is not an immune."

"Of course, Mother Superior," Balenger said. "He will be with Jenny Larsen. It's a short walk."

Hecate began walking up the street and the Church Agents fell in step with her.

***

Balenger and Constance trailed behind as they followed the street to the island road.

Constance took his hand.

He looked down at her.

She smiled up at him. "I love you, Baal."

He frowned. "What prompted this?"

"You defended me. I'm proud of you."

He smiled slightly. "I'm very glad I didn't kill you in San Francisco when I discovered your infidelity."

Constance nodded. "Close enough, darling. Close enough."

***

Jenny Larsen paced in her foyer. She wanted Willy to come back.

It wasn't just that she was frightened his parents wouldn't approve.

She was in crisis.

Jenny Larsen had no idea who she was.

Jenny Juggs. She was Jenny Juggs and soon she was going to have some killer tits as long as Jenny Larsen didn't fuck up and get them both killed.

She almost screamed when she heard the words in her head.

Whoremaster. Willy is a Whoremaster, and I am bound to him.

She smiled thinking about that, although she had no idea what that actually meant.

Goddamn it, slut! Yes, you fucking do! Accept it, for fuck's sake. You taught an exceptional class in sexual education to Diana and Willy and, congrats, you get to keep the Whoremaster. Consider him your retirement package.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Jenny whispered.

Yes, you do! This is not a bad thing, Jenny. We're going to be fine but if they figure out we're immune? Jesus, bitch, we are fucked!

Immune. That word. That word she understood.

That word was really fucking bad.

The door opened and Willy walked in.

She ran to him and jumped into his arms.

"Hey! Wow, I missed you too."

"Hold me," she whispered.

He wrapped his arms around her. "I've got you."

"It's ridiculous. You're nineteen. I'm a grown woman. I am not a weak person, Willy."

"Weak? What are you talking about? There's nothing weak about you."

"I'm scared. Willy, there are things happening here on the island. That woman at The Pelican tonight, the stranger with the mayor and Dr. Balenger?"

"Yeah, what about her?"

She looked into his eyes. "It's the Church of Morpheus. They've come here to harvest us. We belong to them."

"Wait, what? Slow down." He set her on her feet on the floor.

"Oh, Willy. Everything is a lie. Everything that's happened on the island for years now. It's all a lie. Baal has been changing us, conditioning us."

"Baal? Who's Baal?"

"Dr. Balenger. He's not human. Constance isn't either. The woman from the mainland? This Hecate woman? She's not human."

Willy wiped away her tears. "What are you saying? They're aliens or something?"

"No! No, they're... monsters. They do things to your head. Willy, they made me do... Jesus, oh, God. Willy, I seduced you."

Willy laughed. "I didn't need much seducing. As I recall, I'm the one who seduced you."

"No. Not now. Before. When you turned eighteen. I seduced you." She swallowed. "Diana as well."

Willy frowned. "No. No, that was a fantasy..."

"No, it wasn't. Willy..." She bit her lip. "I took you to Baal. I stayed in the room while he treated you. Made you... into what you are."

Willy laughed. "That's ridiculous. Come on, Jenny."

"He made you a Whoremaster, and I helped because I wanted to belong to you."

It was almost as if a switch had been flipped inside Willy. His expression changed. He seemed... older.

Willy stared into her eyes.

"I love you, Willy." She began to sob. "Please don't hate me."

His gaze became more intense.

Jenny's head began to hurt. "Wait... what's happening?"

"It's hard, sometimes. With you. Jenny Juggs."

Her eyes widened. "What did you say?"

"Jenny Juggs. You won't be a street whore. You're not tall enough. I don't want you to be any taller." He smiled and chuckled. "Why do you want breasts that big? I think they implanted that desire. You do realize that, don't you?"

"You're in my head."

"I don't think I'm supposed to be able to, but I can. Immune. You're immune... oh, you're in danger. I have to get you out of here."

"Oh, Willy, they'll never let us leave."

Willy smiled. "They don't know what I am. Not really. Not truly. They think they do but they are wrong. They're wrong about all of us. You included. We are his hand."

"Whose hand? What are you talking about?" She whispered.

"Of course, you don't know." He shook his head and closed his eyes. "I don't always know. Sometimes I see it so clear. I'm in my sixties or seventies but I haven't changed. I still look the same." He touched her face. "Immortal. We're immortal. That's why age doesn't matter. You could be a hundred years old, a thousand. It wouldn't matter. I'm bound to you, Jenny Larsen di Wanker. And I will be until the stars go out."