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As Kylie walked down the stairs of the building, she felt as if the steps were endless. The narrow space and the lack of ventilation made the environment quite claustrophobic.

She had been called to the church of the town due to reports of suspicious activity, and Kylie wished it were only drug traffic, but the reports also mentioned disappeared people and weird noises coming from the basement. All of that could have been enough reason as to call the police, of course, but that's not how things worked around, no. As people always seemed to make a great effort to make things harder, she was sent there to check out what was going on there. And, to put the cherry on the top, her own naive and strong headed nature had made her go alone even though she could have picked someone else to go with her. Chances are that would have been the best idea to take, but it was already too late for her to go back and request a companion or two. She was already going down the stairs and, as soon as she knocked the door that blocked her path, she knew there was no going back.

She knocked three times, and a voice from the other side of the door asked with a calm and inquiring voice:

"What's the code?"

"Vivacious", she responded. And, as soon as she did, a hooded woman in red robes opened it and stepped aside, inviting her to get in.

Now she knew that the woman they had been interrogating had come from this place, confirming the suspects.

Another woman offered similar robes to put on, which she acceded.

There were only women in same attire around the basement, talking with each other. One of them was far from them, writing in a notebook that seemed to be centuries old. Some of the assistants were drinking wine, while others were eating bread.

In the center of the basement there were a huge wooden pillar, which seemed to hold the roof and, at the end, there was a luxurious red chair. Another woman was sitting on it, but this time it was different. She was wearing a red sparkling dress with a strange sigil on the chest part. Her hair, so dark as her clothes, were held with a bun. Her nails were long, sharp, and painted in black. And her feet were covered by a pair of glittery red high heel shoes. With one hand, she held a bigger glass of wine while, with the other one, she was holding a long wooden willow-shaped staff with a crystal orb at the end.

Her eyes, red like the wine she was drinking, moved to an alert Kylie.

"Oh, if it's not our new initiate! What a surprise that you could have come in time, I was worried you would have troubles finding the place", she said to her, with a charming and familiar smile, as she stood up to caress Kylie's cheeks.

"It wasn't too hard, miss. I was told where to go. I just needed to follow directions", she responded, with a fake smile.

"Of course, you're a clever girl after all. You can look around and talk with the other members, I'm sure they'll have exciting things to tell you".

Kylie nodded, doing her best in a forced sign of respect as the woman sit back in the chair, and continued walking around.

What the hell had she gotten into?

As if she needed something to feel safe and secure, she took her hands inside of the pockets in her jeans, only to remember in a matter of a second that she got asked to leave her pistol at the entrance and so she had to do.

Then, she inmediately lowered her head so no one could see her face of fear.

Could she still sneak outside?

No, not really. Too much people in a too closed space, and only one exit.

She had no other option than spending some time with the other women there, talking about random things and trying the wine that was offered for free. She had tried better drinks, but she supposed it was fine at least. The other members of what already looked like a cult didn't have nothing much interesting to say. Some cheered her up, others talked about their scholar and home lives, others ranted about different things, ...

It got tedious and boring at one point but was enough for Kylie to forget about the time.

Some small applause from the woman in black dress was enough for her to know that one full hour had already passed by. She turned to her, with her heart beating fast, and the rest of the members quickly stopped talking and turned to her as well.

"Greetings, damsels, I hope this evening is being amusing for all of you, and we'll surely continue as soon as we welcome our new lady into our small humble group", she pointed at Kylie with a gentle gesture of her hand, now free from the wine glass, as the rest of the women applauded at her.

"I... hum... Thank you so much for the-", she tried to pronounce, as the lady softly guided her to the pillar and signed her to put her back against it, which she did.

The members made a circle around her, and two large and smaller pillars were placed at Kylie's sides.

" Well", the woman said, as she tied Kylie to the three pillars with some ropes, "I hope you're excited. I think everyone here can remember their initiation very well, as you may have heard from them. Don't you, ladies?", and she chuckled in unison with the others.

Kylie's face was pale by then, and her fear made her tremble a bit. What would they do? Would they torture her? Tattoo her? Put maggots on her? Sacrifice her? There were too many options that crossed Kylie's mind and none of them were appealing at all.

But the woman in black noticed and, with a now serious but still charming face, she walked to Kylie and caressed her chin.

"Aw, baby, what's wrong? Nervous? Anxious perhaps? Understandable, darling, it's an exciting moment after all. Don't worry, I can take care of that."

The girl inmediately clenched her teeth, waiting for a blow to her face or a shot of some drug. She held her breath until her lungs started to hurt. Whatever that it was, she had been trained for that. She was ready, or so she thought.

Yet, nothing of that happened.

When she could notice, the woman was holding the staff between her face and Kylie's, and caressing it with the other hand as if she were carefully cleaning it.

The orb started generating a crimson shiny mist that immediately flooded it.

Kylie was still waiting for them to harm her in some way and, by when she was aware of it, her eyes were already stuck on the orb. Literally, stuck, since she found out it was difficult for her to look away. She tried, for the love of all she tried, and every time that she managed to look away, her eyes went back to meet the orb.

It was as if that red shine were calling for her, as the lady's hand caressing it were also caressing her same head and mind, inciting her to calm down.

And, as much as she still tried to think that her situation was more than screwed up, thing is that she felt her heartbeats slowing down and her muscles relaxing. Her mind and thoughts slowly slipped away, leaving nothing for her to focus than the orb. Her surroundings disappeared, as well as her worries and thoughts. Her mind went blank, and she barely heard tempting whispers in her ears. She couldn't understand what they said, and her mind forgot those words as soon as she could perceive them, but she still felt that they were suggestions and orders that she was compelled to follow.

A heating sensation went from her feet to her face, completely relaxing her body and leaving it numb.

In a moment that she felt as endless, she slowly sank into an enjoyable sleepy trance.

However, it wasn't long until a clear snap of the lady's fingers pushed her back to reality.

The place was the same, with the same people and the same faces. Yet, she was left feeling an odd sensation. She wasn't a fool, since she could recognize she had been hypnotized. But she just didn't care enough as to struggle. In fact, she couldn't struggle. Her body was still so relaxed that she just didn't want to move, and her drowsiness made her unable to say a word.

"Feeling better now?", the lady said as she put down the staff, "Your face tells me you do. Now we can proceed."

Six of the women stepped in front of the rest to the pillar, and threw their robes to the ground, letting show that they didn't have any clothes under them.

The one who was writing gave some big scissors to the lady, and she slowly cut Kylie's shirt and took her pants off, as if she enjoyed every moment Kylie spent without being able to fight her.

Once her chest was completely revealed, she leaned to one of her breasts and whispered some unintelligible words to it before kissing her nipple. Repeated this process with the other one. Then, she stepped back.

In a matter of seconds, Kylie felt her breasts tingling, as they grew bigger and heavier. And, when one of the naked cultists squeezed one, a small thread of white and clear milk went down the breast from the nipple. This also made Kylie shudder a big, unable to even wonder why or how.

That same sensation made her close her eyes, so it caught her by surprise when the six women started exploring and teasing her body, each one in their own way. One of them started suckling one of her nipples and playing with the other one. Other one massaged her body slowly, paying attention to her reactions. Other one kneeled to lick her feet, making sure her tongue didn't spare the parts between her toes. Other one took her fingers to her crotch and made pressure on it, until the point where Kylie's hips moved seeking that same pressure the cultist's hand, and then she started rubbing it without getting to finger her. Another one kissed her, playing with her tongue passionately and pressing her head a bit against the biggest pillar. The sixth one played with her ears and licked her neck carefully, causing Kylie more shudders and gasps and often biting her a bit to tease her even more.

All that conjoinment of sensations drove her quickly into an insane level of pleasure that only made her ask for more. It was as if she had been missing that contact, and the fact that she still couldn't struggle ended up making it even better of her. She ended up cumming hardly, while letting out loud moans that seemed to please the lady and made the rest of the women in the circle start fingering themselves to that eerie show.

Yet, it wasn't enough.

Right after that, Kylie felt a hand rubbing her pussy, applying some oily substance to it that quickly mixed with her body fluids. It moved to her lactating breasts once it was done with that part.

In a matter of seconds, Kylie felt a burning sensation on her crotch and nipples that didn't really get to hurt, but that gave her pleasure by itself and left her legs trembling, making those part crave for attention. It didn't help that the hand, as if noticing that, were to finger her insides a couple of times with that same oil. Kylie started moaning, groaning and panting, left at the verge of another orgasm that wasn't coming by itself and pleading for someone or something that alleviated that feeling.

Even worst for her, the cultists had stopped teasing her.

The only one left was the cultist who was rubbing her pussy. It snapped her clit a couple of times and passed a finger through the entrance of her vagina slowly, enjoying each moment of Kylie's despair and each one of her moans.

She still wouldn't finger her. She would just lick around her clit, in circles, while rubbing her lower belly, and continued doing this until Kylie came again with a squirt. To that orgasm, followed a couple more, that teared screams of pure pleasure out of her lungs.

It still wasn't enough to satisfy her. The effects of the oil persisted.

"Oh, my, my", the lady in black said, with a seducing tone of voice, "Are you in need of something, little puppy? Maybe something long and warm? Of course, we can deliver it to you, for you to investigate."

That last word. In her ecstasy, that word gave her red flags. That meant they knew she were on the way. No, how could have they? Yet her ecstasy and her tone of voice quickly shut down that sensation of danger, and her current state made her feel arousal only by that and the fact she just got called as "little puppy".

"Do you think we would be so foolish? That password you gave. We knew you'd put your hands on one of my ladies sooner or later, so let me tell you that no real initiate would have used the word 'Vivacious' to enter. But it flatters me that you still wanted to join us in our former initiation ritual. So, I've decided to be humble today and give you the gift of a second phase of the initiation... You'll see, this deal usually ends up by us filling your insides, but let's add a twist this time."

She raised her staff in front of her eyes, and that sensation of confusion and drowsiness came back to Kylie with even more easy. The orb buzzed on the deepest part of her head, giving her a weird vibrating and pulsating sensation in her head that increased each and every second, making her face melt in a silly expression of pleasure.

By when she could notice, the sound of the lady's finger snap drove her back to reality.

That same woman had left the staff aside, and was now massaging her body with another oily substance. This one was... different. It didn't make her body burn. It was more like... an itching sensation.

She spent doing this for some long time. Now Kylie noticed that her hands were now free from the ropes that immobilized her. Yet, she didn't have the desire of running away. She lacked willpower to do it, and she needed more of their attention. She craved for it.

That itching sensation spread through all her body. She could still bear with it. Yet, the itch concentrated on her chest and crotch, getting more and more intense until the feeling wasn't too different from that other heating sensation that drove her to the edge. It was different, yet similar and even more intense, attacking her clit and pushing her to a strong continuous orgasm. Oh, how she would have liked to still be tied up so she would have something to hold on, but she didn't. Her best reaction was to fall on her knees and take her hands to her lower parts while her hips moved back and forth by her own pure instincts.

In that way, she could notice that her clit was growing, expanding, throbbing, sending pulses of pleasure up to her belly. It fattened and shaped into a well formed big reddish cock.

Kylie felt the urge to wrap it in her hand and hold it, resisting the urge of squeezing it, as she felt her insides shaping as well. Each bit of pain that she felt turned immediately into pleasure before she could even notice. The entrance to her vagina merged and melted, getting completely closed and, from there, a pair of two big, soft, and firm balls grew slowly.

Her nipples spurted a last but considerable amount of milk before completely shrinking, losing their shape completely and getting absorbed by her chest.

Once this happened, she then felt her body tensing and hardening. Her fat got also absorbed as well as her breasts, and her muscles got more defined. Her body grew in width and height, to the point where she felt as if she could break the lady's neck with one of her bare hands by just choking her.

Her throat felt sore as it also expanded in width and her body deepened in tone. While her hair was still long and smooth, her facial features hardened and a thick and dark beard grew in a moment in it.

"What....", she, now he, managed to mutter, "what have you done?"

"Haven't I explained myself well enough, darling?", the lady said while taking one of her hands to his chest, leaning him slowly to lay him in the ground, "You seemed to really need a fat cock, so congratulations, I've decided to turn you into the stud you needed. Isn't it great?"

Kylie's words got cut in her mouth as the lady kissed him, with the same passion or more than the cultist before. She started taking off her dress and leaving the staff in the ground, in a side. The woman moved on top of him, sitting on his waist with a mischievous smirk. That hand, before busy, approached to her vagina and she started massaging it, getting herself ready while her other hand jacked Kylie's new shaft.

Kylie felt that part of him pulsating and getting even bigger, ending up in the edge again. At this point, he had lost the count of how many times he had came already.

Once the lady felt herself ready, she pierced her vagina with his cock in a single strong thrust that ripped off a loud gasp from her. Then, she started moving, riding him slowly, and increasing the speed alongside her ecstasy. Kylie couldn't help it but holding her body tightly and sticking his nails on her a bit, making her groan, and cheering her to keep going. The situation was the same that he had gotten to have with other couple of men along her life, yet different. It flooded him, and his lower parts submitted to the lady's tight, warm and wet insides that naturally claimed him. Her movements got more and more violent, until she exploded in a sonorous heavy orgasm. Her insides squeezed his dick, and his moves got more brusque as well, ramming her until he came as well with an even more higher intensity, feeling how his dick shoot a huge amount of cum straight to her womb continuously, flooding her insides. By when it stopped, he was sweating, exhausted in the floor. The lady got off his waist, while Kylie's semen dropped off her pussy.

"Aah, I surely missed this", she said to him, trying to catch some breath, "Maybe we'll have an use for you after all".

While the lady put on her dress again and recovered, four of the cultists that hadn't participated in the rite helped Kylie getting up and walk to a room, straight to a cage, handcuffing him and leaving him in the ground.

Kylie's consciousness was leaving him little by little, until he felt into a slumber that lasted... how much time? Hours? A day? Perhaps more? He was unable to tell.

He only woke up at the sound of the cage getting opened. One of the cultists was opening it and entering the cage to meet him. Perhaps to take advantage of his condition and fuck him? He didn't care now. He was still struggling to think straight.

For his surprise, which managed to wake him up a bit, the woman threw some jeans and a basic sleeveless black shirt to the ground for him to grab, as well as a charged glock.

"Ginger up, get dressed and hurry up, we don't have much time."

"Wha-... Why are you doing this?", he mumbled, still putting some hard effort to stand up and stretch.

"Shut up and get dressed. Let's leave the explanations for later but, in few words, I'm done with this place. So be thankful because you'll owe me a huge one when we're away from this basement. Hurry up!"

Unable to catch a drift of what was going on, he got dressed as fast as he could. Then, the girl guided her to the entrance door, opened it with some keys, took one of his wrists and pushed him to the outside, running as if a pack of wolves were chasing them.

What would he do now? Would he go back to the quarters and report the incident? He was still a man, would it get to drive off and allow her to go back to how he was before? Would his work partners even recognize him? He didn't care now. The only thing he cared about was that he was finally free, that he had at least an ally by his side, and that much probably she'd as for something in exchange for this in the form of sexual intercourse.

Hopefully, in a less rough and bizarre way.