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The Sole of the Destroyer

Chapter 7: Not on the Same Pa(i)ge

For EdgeofObsidian

By Draconicon

Abyss rested his hands against the great library doors for one moment more, gathering his strength before pushing them open. As before, they opened onto a hallway, a long hallway that curved to his right and went straight on his left. He turned right, knowing that it would lead him around to the main chapel and his target.

The hedgehog clenched his hands into fists again and again, feeling the power inside of him straining to get free. The urge to reach out for hate, to be the destructive force that he was meant to be, was almost overwhelming. He wanted to let loose the white lightning that he was so known for, the destructive power that had nearly destroyed the city on more than one occasion.

Yet, the power was still denied to him. As the anger in him rose, his strength fell. When he allowed himself to...feel...what the Sirens and the flock wished him to feel, it skyrocketed.

The green flickers between his fingers and the walls were not wasted energy, either. They were means of feeling out the whole of the Cathedral, seeing if there were reinforcements waiting in the other rooms, women that would fly to support their queen or brainwashed men that would come to fight for her.

There were neither. They were all assembled in the main chapel, and though he could not prove it, he imagined that they were all waiting for him.

That was fine. He would show them what it meant to wait for someone stronger than them.

Abyss clenched his hands tighter, feeling the impact of his bare feet against the ground, feeling the slight sting every time that the mark on his sole hit the earth. As if the green streaks of light under his skin, creeping up towards his neck were not enough of a reminder in and of themselves of what the queen had taken from him, she had given him this, as well.

I will pay it back a hundred-fold.

Abyss reached the edge of the curve, the archway where the chapel of the Cathedral could be entered. He stopped, feeling the electrical impulses of dozens, hundreds of minds on the other side.

It was like an image that a bat might have seen, save that it was drawn in electricity rather than sound. Hundreds of women with their feet up on the pews in front of them, the air thick with the smell of sweat and soles. Hundreds of young women, some of them with men under their seats, some getting worshiped, others just hanging out. They were chatting, talking, socializing.

And at the far end of the room, the three that were most dangerous.

Fiona, the vixen. The huntress. He could see her in his mind's eye, see her shifting from one foot to the other, the black band of her stirrup-pants clinging to her damp feet.

Rouge, the bat. The trickster. The magic user that had threatened him. He saw her floating on the fumes of her own feet, a whirlwind of sorts beneath her, holding her up.

And in the middle, a hooded figure. The last of them.

The Queen.

Now you die.

Abyss flung himself around the archway. No shouts, no screams of rage, no warning was given. He flickered, throwing himself forward on bolts of green lightning. The other women around him, the flock, they threw themselves out of their seats to stop him, but they were too slow. They fell through where his image had been, not where he had been.

The Sirens reacted, charging forward. A low kick from Fiona, a dart of high-pressure sweat blasts from Rouge.

Neither connected. He was not there. He'd flickered again.

Darting off of the metal stand that would have once held a holy book, Abyss threw himself in the air. He went up and up and up, and the Sirens chased him, following him through the air, trying to block him from going back to the Queen.

Abyss didn't even look at them. He had already accounted for this. His chain...

Hooked as it was to the ground, it gave him the perfect means to reverse course, riding down it and popping out at the base. The Sirens were still up there, still staring at the chain, staring at where he had been. The Queen was only just turning to look down at him -

"Die."

Time seemed to slow as he brought the green-sheathed fist up towards her middle. It was no different from a finishing move that he had used a hundred times before. One simple thrust of the fist, sheathed in lightning, and his foes had fallen like flies. They had crumpled before him, dead of blood loss before the lightning even had the chance to rip through them like the horrible force of obliteration that it was.

She moved, almost as fast as him, her fists hitting his wrist. It didn't stop the blow, but it did redirect it, shooting up and over her shoulder.

Time sped up, and he slammed into her, the two of them going flying head over heels into the wall at the far end of the main chapel. Abyss bounced off of the metal pipes of the organ, and the Queen flipped backward, twice, landing on her bare feet and smiling under her hood.

"I prefer not to."

"You are...fast."

"Faster than thou."

"That is not possible. Completely impossible."

"Then try."

Abyss lunged forward, hearing and feeling the impact of the Sirens darting for where he had been. He fought up close and personal, not daring to pull out his weapons, for the Queen was right about one thing.

She was fast. Not quite as fast as him, but fast enough that he could not afford to take his eyes off of her for a second as he punched and kicked.

Each blast of green lightning went over her shoulders or off to the sides. He could hear the screams of the flock as his deadly attacks hit them, or, what should have been deadly. Their screams were filled with too much pleasure for his tastes, far too much pleasure.

He fought nonetheless, pushing himself to the limits of his endurance and his speed, growling deep in his throat as he kept striking out. The Queen seemed to know the direction of each kick, each punch, however, and she had her hand up, or her leg, keeping him from getting a shot in at her core.

On the outskirts, he could see the males slaves dying off from the overstimulation that they received, while the flock members screamed and moaned, thrusting their feet forward almost as if they craved the electricity that played over them, the stimulation that hit them and sucked them down and made them cum. He could feel the pleasure that was rising in the room.

And as he kept fighting, he became aware of the cloud of stink all about them. The pressure of the many pairs of feet, the heat in the room, and the way that he was having to breathe faster to keep enough oxygen in his system was forcing an awareness of those feet and their stink on him that he didn't want. He could smell that sweat, that heat, that raw rankness that would refuse to fade away for hours. He couldn't stop breathing it in, couldn't push it out of his mind.

And as he breathed it, his cock throbbed, pushing forward, bouncing out from under his scarf once more.

The Queen chuckled at him, and after she blocked his next punch, she whipped her leg around, swinging her foot in at his neck and shoving him to the floor. He grunted as he hit the ground, panting, then gasping for breath as she stepped on him.

Her foot was different from the other pairs that had been shoved in his face. Most had been light, or slender, or broad but short. This one...

This one had the dominating length of many other pairs of feet, the sort of length that allowed for better reach, and the longer toes that went with it. They danced across his neck like spiders, quickly grabbing hold and keeping him from squirming free.

But there was more than that. Her foot was thick, heavy, pressing down on him with a softness that the other feet had lacked. There were no surface-level bones here. This was a pudgy sort of foot, one that gave when it pressed down on him, one that offered a strange comfort from the pressure that had a temptation to it that scared him.

Abyss growled, trying to bring his power forth once more, but -

"Silly Destroyer. Dost thou think that thine power comes from within?"

The lightning suddenly stopped, the green power disappearing as if it had never been. Abyss's eyes went wide, his heart dropping out of his chest.

"Thine power comes not from thine hatred, nor from thine need. It comes, rather, as mine gift to thee. To serve beneath mine sole."

"You...took...my...power..."

The thought had never crossed his mind that he would be quite so fucked as he was right in that moment. He had never imagined that he would be able to be stripped of his ability to fight so quickly. Oh, the idea had passed through his head that they would have counters for the corruption that pulsed through his veins, for the power that he had been forced to use instead of his true strength. That, he had anticipated and had thought of plans around.

To have it stripped from him so utterly...

The hedgehog couldn't even breathe as he was kicked away from the Queen, slamming into one of the pews hard enough to crash through it and fall under the next one. Dozens of unconscious pairs of feet pointed down at him, dripping sweat, heated and hazy from the lightning that he had released.

"Queen Paige!"

The Sirens had finally caught up, landing on either side of the robed figure of their queen. They bowed before her, shaking their heads.

"We are sorry, our queen," Rouge said. "We could not stop him."

"The little pipsqueak is faster than I thought. He never moved like that when I was fighting him," Fiona added.

"He will not move that fast again. Not without my permission."

As Abyss struggled to get to his feet, the Queen finally took off her hood.

She was a purple bat, one that was not the slender figure that one would have imagined, but rather one that was lush, curvaceous in her form in both her hips and her chest, with a bit of pudge and growth around her belly, as well. She had long hair that was pulled tight into a ponytail behind her head, and her eyes were deep, dark...and in their own way, lustful and cruel at the same time.

If it were not for the lust, he might have found some respect for her.

The Queen held out her hand.

"Mine Destroyer, mine fated love. It is not too late for thee to take thy place in peace. Take mine hand, and join with me, so that this world may fall at speed."

Despite himself, Abyss chuckled. The pain in his back was real, and so were all the other bruises that he felt forming along his body, but that didn't mean anything to someone like him. Pain was one more sensation, like any other. He could deal with it. He had dealt with it, and he could continue to do so.

"If you think that your...control...is in any way tempting, then you know nothing about who I am."

"Mine control tempts not thine soul or thine mind, but thine body considers it well."

The sense of hardness between his legs returned, and Abyss flinched for a moment, not wanting to think about what that meant. Not wanting at all to think about how his body might be tempted to give in.

It was the Unworthy Vessel's body, he had hoped, that was so weak to the offer, but no. It was more than that. They had done more than that to him.

The use of that power...it...conditioned me, he realized. The more I allowed myself to...feel...the more their temptations could affect me. They gave me no choice but to weaken myself for this...

They were smarter than he had given them credit for, and now, it was coming to bite him in the ass.

The hedgehog took a deep breath through his mouth, lifting his hands -

"You dare defy our queen?!"

Fiona was there, instantly, her stirrup-socked foot coming right at his face. Abyss was barely able to jerk his head back, avoiding the first kick -

POW!

But not the second. The first kick had come from her leg, the second from the sweat on her foot. It was like a double-kick in one motion, the blast of water in his face sending him flying back several paces and soaking him in the raw rank odor of footsweat.

There was no escaping it, no ignoring it, no wiping it away. He gasped for breath around it, dragging the scarf he wore through it to get rid of the worst of it -

"GAH!"

Only for Rouge to gesture at his scarf, pulling it along.

"It is easy to control another's body, if it is damp with the right materials," Rouge said, chuckling. "Hun, you should have left it on your face."

She dragged him around by the scarf, half-strangling him with it before yanking him right off his feet. It was like an invisible hand was trying to spin him around like some sort of child's toy, swinging him this way and that.

Every so often, he hit another pew, breaking it as he was crashed through it. Metal and wood alike were broken beneath him, each time leaving him scarred and damaged and bruised.

"Nnngh! AH! GAH!"

Until the scarf finally swung him back towards the Sirens and their Queen. The bat looked at him as he came flying towards her, smiling softly, and his eyes burned with a raw hate that he had not felt all night long. Not like this. Not for her.

"RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

He thrust his fists forward, throwing everything he had. He pulled on the green again, and the lightning came to his hands -

"I have not granted mine permission, lover."

And with not even a gesture, the lightning disappeared. His speed fell, and he slammed into the ground before her, his head banging off of the wooden podium that formed the raised stage the Queen stood on.

He groaned, struggling to lift his head, only for that pudgy foot to come down on the back of his head again. Slammed into the ground and pinned, he could barely breathe, only the droplets that were coming off of the Queen's sole landing on his head. He panted as they made contact with his skin, breathing in the raw musk that came from it, hot, heavy, wet, and mind-numbing.

No...don't stop...thinking...

It was hard to keep his mind active as he was pinned in a crater, his head down, the floor beneath him gradually getting soaked with the foot sweat of the Queen. It was like she had cast some spell on herself, her feet dripping more than they should, raining around him and swallowing his head up in the sweat of her soles. He was getting soaked from the chin up to his lower lips, and somehow, the water level was rising.

There was no choice to survive. He opened his mouth.

"Drink of mine sole, Destroyer. This is thine's sustenance. This is thine life."

This is one more sin I will punish you for, witch, he growled.

Yet, he had no choice but to consume what he had been given. Humiliating or not, it was the only thing that he had, the only choice that he could make to continue living.

As the hot sweat rolled across his tongue, breaking up into droplets as if he had licked it from her foot directly, his mind burned, and the lightning across his skin continued to creep upwards. It was past his neck, now, his scarf breaking down, becoming more like a tie, then a bowtie around his neck, hiding nothing from the world.

As the footprint-shaped bow-tie tightened around his throat, he felt another pair of feet on his balls from behind. Not crushing, but rubbing, stroking, teasing.

"They're already marked, Your Majesty," Rouge said. "They're stained and corrupted with our scent and touch."

"Soon, he won't be able to think of anything but serving, if he wants to feel his needs met," Fiona added. "Just like the little foot bitch he is."

"Silence, mine Sirens."

The Queen's voice echoed through the world above, even as he was forced to continue drinking the foulness that had been set before him. Salty, hot, thick, all wrong for anything that anyone should ever have to drink, but he couldn't stop. Not if he wanted to live.

"The Destroyer is not yet broken. He may yet be, but even as we speak, he plots to break us, to obliterate us and our flock for what we have done to him."

"Fat chance of that," Fiona muttered.

...You first. You die first.

"He thinks already of thy death, my Siren, and plans it in great detail. Ah, but thou shouldst hope that he breaks soon. His plans for thine passing, pleasant they are not."

"He can plan whatever he wants. I've beaten him twice now, and I'll do it again and again until he learns his place."

"I shall be the one to educate mine lover, Fiona. Speak not of this again, or thou shall feel the wrath of one who can defeat thee."

"...Yes, Your Majesty."

What little satisfaction he had at feeling the vixen being put in her place was driven out of him as the purple bat ground her foot against his head once more, smothering him in concrete and rubbing his nose into the earth.

"As much as I hope to love thee, mine lover, think not that thou stands above mine Sirens yet. Thou art untrained, unbroken. Until I hear thy words of love, and believe them, thou stands lowest among mine flock."

"Nnngh...if you think I will break...for some lowly...witch!"

"Mine lover, I wish only peace upon thee and the world. Peace beneath mine soles, peace of mind, peace of love."

"In...subjugation!"

"Better subjugation than utter annihilation."

Not in your way...

He could still feel the lightning creeping up his body, the marks of the curse stretching their claws forth to claim him entirely. He was almost completely naked, unable to cover himself even when he strained for the power that was left to him.

The anger, the hate, it had been almost completely consumed by the curse. The lightning of arousal was all that remained to him in any meaningful way, and it was controlled by the Queen above him. There was no way for him to fight back without his powers. No way for him to show his resistance...

Save for in his thoughts.

So, lacking any other way to rebel, he thought at her.

Abyss thought at her images of pain and rebellion, of biting her feet and punching her below the waist, of turning her pleasure into agony every time that she tried to use him.

He thought at her rebellion in the flock, pushing every member of the flock to rebel against her at every chance that he had, to turn her loyal women into power-hungry maniacs.

He thought at her the way that he would destroy everything that he could get his hands on, every possession, every palace, everything that she tried to claim so long as he was kept in her 'employ.'

With every thought, he made it very clear that she had best make sure that she break him hard and fast, for he would make her life a living hell if he was allowed any freedom, any thoughts at all. And he made sure that she understood just how willing, intelligent, and capable he was to make it happen. Not one of these things were an idle threat.

And for his trouble, the bat 'queen' kicked him. Hard. Right in the temple.

Abyss went spinning head over heel, ripping through more of the flooring and pews in the process before finally coming to a halt in the wreckage of the church organ. He groaned, rolling off of the wooden splinters onto his back.

No sooner had he caught his breath than purple bindings appeared, no less magical than the ones that had been used against him in his fight against Fiona, but far stronger. He couldn't move in the slightest.

Pat, squelch, pat, squelch. The sound of feet hitting the floor, the sound of sweat on the underside being squished away. Abyss rolled his head to the side, staring at the large purple feet approaching the side of his head, the way that they pooled sweat under them almost instantly if they rested on the stone floor for more than a half-second.

They came to a stop beside him, the odor certainly royally displeasing as he was forced to breathe it in. Every time the heady fumes went up his nose, his traitorous appendage twitched eagerly, bouncing about and showing that it was just as disloyal as the rest of the Unworthy Vessel would have been before this woman.

"Dost thou believe thine thoughts are private?"

"..."

"I see all within thee, Destroyer, mine love. Thou cannot hide anything from me."

"Then see your destruction. I am not broken...nor will I ever be."

"Perhaps. But thou art close, and soon, thou shalt give us what we desire."

She lifted one of her feet, and as before, it rained. Not merely dripped, but rained, as if her sole had become a stormcloud of sweat dripping down on the floor. She held it over his head, and he was suddenly drowning in it, sputtering and gagging and gasping as his face was soaked in the dripping of her sole.

The sensation of being so covered with it, marked with it, was all the worse as he remembered the Sirens. They moved to stand at his feet, and as he laid there, he could feel other things. Little hands, little teases, little touches moving up his body. Ghostly things that squeezed his legs, that held his feet, that pulled his thighs apart to show off everything down there.

He could not hide his erection, could not hide the way that there was a green dripping down there. Even that had been corrupted by the witches, the Sirens, this...Queen. He spat out a mouthful of footsweat rain, straining for his power once more.

The Queen chuckled.

"Thou cannot fight against mine power. It is supreme."

"The Destroyer...can break...anything..."

Usually, at least. Abyss had come from other worlds, crossing the boundaries, taking with him the knowledge of a hundred, a thousand, a million conflicts within him. He carried the skills of innumerable hosts, and had the talent of wielding any weapon that had ever existed. He had carried them to war, to death, and back again.

But here, under the foot of the Queen, it was as if every talent, every skill had deserted him in favor of that horrible, unnatural lust for the sole above him.

Even as the pudgy sole slid away from his face, dousing his chest and his crotch as if he were a plant, he could feel his body straining to touch it, some urge in his host form crossing the boundary between them. He...

He was truly infected, now. It was not merely the curse urge, but some base part of him that was interested in that foot now. He had to bite back on the urge to stick out his tongue, to touch it, to feel it against his face.

"Nnngh!"

Only for a welcome distraction to come in the form of a clenched fist around his balls. It hurt, it stung, and it was enough for his attention to drop from the big purple foot to the hard magic of a red hand around his sack.

"Mmmph...you...witch..."

"Heh, what's the matter, hmm? Destroyer can't break free?" Fiona asked. "Perhaps you should be broken here, if you can't break our meager magics."

"Silence."

The Queen's command shut the vixen up immediately, knocking the smirk right off her face. She lowered her head, but her magic hand didn't disappear, continuing to roll and crunch the Destroyer's balls between her fingers.

It wasn't a full disabling pain, but it was an erotic one, one that he hadn't expected. Abyss shivered every time that he felt it, bracing himself for it to get worse, even though he knew that the vixen couldn't push too hard. Not if she wanted to keep him intact for her own mistress.

There has to be a way out of this. There has to be something I can do to break free.

But he couldn't think of anything...anything except...

His eyes were drawn to that purple sole again, and this time, as it rained on his face...he moaned.

Oh no...

He moaned, and there was no hiding it, no biting it off as the sweat dripped down into his mouth. And as he felt that, he could feel something else. Not a physical sensation, but something being forced in his head, something that he was too weak to hold at bay.

It was an image, an image of him on his back, tied up, of the Queen standing over him. One foot on his face, one foot on his cock, her purple, pudgy toes rubbing right into that space just under the head of his shaft, right into the sensitive spot that the Unworthy Vessel fantasized about being played with so much. She knew what he wanted, what the body needed, and just seeing it in his mind would have been enough to make him blow if he had not been under the bat's curse of chastity.

He was panting, his body out of control, his needs rising against his consent. He was trying to arch his back into the air, trying to thrust against something that wasn't there. Why? Why couldn't he stop?

Other images came, each one a little bit more tempting than the last.

Abyss saw himself beneath the Queen, sitting by her throne as one foot stifled his breathing, forcing him to breathe through her toes while the other pressed down on his shaft, publicly milking him.

He saw himself kneeling before the Queen, dancing his green lightning along her toes, drawing moans from her as he used his powers rather than his body to bring her to the edge and then over it.

He saw himself in bed, the Queen facing away from him, her soles in his face, a kiss to his lightning-marked toes as she slid her sex down upon his rod. She rode him that way, using him, using him as she did in every other situation.

And despite his pride, despite his hate, despite everything, he was harder and harder for it, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as he felt his pleasure rising, his balls pulling up at nothing but the images. Not even stimulation...images.

"Thou art mine, Destroyer. Mine lover, mine servant, whatever I task thee to be, thou art."

"Nnngh..."

"Thou will learn. This night, in mine chambers, the pleasures of mine body and mine touch will convert thee to worship me, to serve me."

If the images alone were hitting him this hard, he didn't know if he would be able to take anything else. He shook from head to toe, his pleasures rising, his shaft drooling pre down along the bottom of it, dripping onto his sack.

It didn't help that the hands had multiplied, some turning into feet on his chest, purple and white and red soles dancing along his torso. Some curled their toes about his nipples, teasing and tugging, while others pressed down around his throat, choking him out, making it nearly impossible to breathe, and the rain continued throughout.

The stink of feet, the powerful sweaty stench, continued to push down on him, warping him, making his thoughts a mess of soles and, soon, sex.

"Drift, mine love, drift, and wake when thou is ready to learn the place appointed to thee."

His hate was not sufficient to keep him wake, and nor was his arousal. Bit by bit, he drifted down until thought was no more.

#

We are losing.

It was not his thought, but rather, the Unworthy Vessel's. He could hear it, feel it at the edge of his consciousness. Appropriate, given the vessel's chosen name.

We are, he admitted. I fight, and fight, and fight, but there is no stopping her. She is...strong.

I can stop her.

You?

Abyss snorted. He doubted that the Unworthy Vessel could have stopped a mere member of the flock with his debilitating fetish. The thought of him facing off against one of the Sirens, let alone the Queen, was laughable.

That said, he didn't know what else he could do. They were pushed into a corner, now, and only the fact that they operated together inside of the same skull allowed them to communicate while they were out cold.

If the Queen started to work his body again, directly this time...

You won't be able to stop her, Edge said.

Nobody can cage me.

I did.

And how it galled him that the Unworthy Vessel had managed to subdue him even to the limited extent that he had. Caged in the back of a peaceful mind, held in place with meditation and perverted thoughts - not that those would work anymore - he had been forced to watch life pass him by until he could make one of his limited escapes.

This Queen was even more talented than Edge at manipulating him, too. If she did get hold of him...

You are right. So...what do you propose?

If I say it, you'll know the plan, and then she will. Trust me to come forward when the time is right.

Trust you? The one that imprisoned me?

I am your only chance. OUR only chance.

He didn't know what annoyed him more, that Edge was daring to say something like that to him...

Or that the Unworthy Vessel was right.

The End