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Hell's Henchman: Rodentine Rapture

By Von Krieger

Cassandra groaned as she awoke in the same manner that she had for the past three weeks; covered in sweat, her bedclothes soaked with sexual juices and more sweat, and filled with an almost unquenchable fire between her legs. She never remembered the dreams, only the essence of the dreams: that there was something wonderful, beautiful, seductive, and absolutely perfect; able to give her pleasures in her dreams that were impossible in the real world. She remembered whispers, promises of wondrous things. All she had to do was open up and accept them. Cassie supposed she might've accepted the offer, things had been going rather poorly in the last few weeks and she was looking for any spark of hopefulness to cling onto.

She'd been evicted from her apartment a few weeks previous. The land lady accused her of being a lesbian and said she'd heard quite a number of feminine pleasure sounds coming from her apartment for several nights, in several different voices no less, and had gotten complaints about it. Cassie had been out on the street 24 hours later, and without a housing recommendation she wasn't likely to find a place of decent quality any time soon.

Things were different since the... event, the day a few years prior that had for all intents and purposes ended the world. Telecommunication ceased, satellite signals went dead, stars vanished from the sky, and the very land itself warped and changed in a massive upheaval. People found themselves whisked away from their homes all over the United States, finding themselves there one moment and here the next. The evangelicals said that the end of the world had come and God had swept up the faithful and deserving and plopped them right down in a perfect, placid Garden of Eden where they would have all their needs taken care of while the rest of the world was stricken with horrors and blight and apocalyptic horsemen and all that.

Sure, that was one possibility, but judging from the fact that there were thousands of folks that passed through the newly named Confederate Territories of America, the End of the World didn't appear to have been all that bad. There was some trade going on, the CTA did end up with some seemingly miraculously fertile farm land, mines in the nearby mountains, and a nuclear power plant and more than enough trained people to run it. Oddly enough, after a few months of fevered praying and thanking and so on and so forth, life seemed to settle down to a state much as it was before the End of the World. Cassie was middle management in a consumer electronics firm. 'Made in China' had been replaced with "Made in the Suburb Ghettoes where the 'unsaved sinners' from the wastes performed cheap labor for low salaries." Most of them seemed awed by the conveniences of indoor plumbing and electricity. The vast majority looked like refugees from the middle ages.

No one really gave much thought to them; it was like most people walking down the street didn't even see them. "The dead risen from the grave," had been Cassie's landlady's theory. Folks from hundreds of years ago that didn't believe quite right, but were given the opportunity to take part in the One True Faith now that the End Times were in full swing. But for most people it was just easier not to think about them.

Cassie had realized that most people didn't think about a whole lot, just going about their lives like nothing had happened, and that they were unique, and special, and chosen by God to live in this particular place. Those who said otherwise a bit too loudly tended to be run out of town on a rail, sometimes literally. A few years down the road witch burnings would probably come back into fashion.

Though the new laws and moral code that came with the CTA had made Cassie homeless, the strangely miraculous creation of the place also had given her a new one. Central City was made up of bits and pieces from several different Southern cities; and along the 'seams' of where they were stitched together things got a little weird. Cassie's new apartment was something she'd stumbled across accidentally. She'd worked at Neumann Electronics for years, even before the End, and she was quite familiar with the layout of the place. But upon being uprooted from Florida and deposited... wherever... the building had grown a bit. When it was built the east side of the building had faced a junkyard, and thus had been designed without windows on that side. For some odd reason post-End, the building was a good eighty feet wider east to west, though it had lost a bit of length on the north-south axis, and somehow had five additional floors stacked on top from some other office building. No one really questioned it; they'd just reassigned offices and enjoyed the view, being one of the tallest buildings in that particular section of town.

She'd been down in the records room and had knocked a box off the side of a shelf. Upon putting it back she'd noticed a handle set flush with the wall. Of course she'd pulled it, and found that the wall swung inwards, and that it wasn't quite a wall, but a door with a bit of drywall and spackle on one side. On the other side she'd found a rather posh apartment with a layer of dust over everything. It had sat there unused for the better part of three years. Cassie had quite enjoyed making it into her secret break room. Earlier in the year she'd taken one of the office PC's into it and hooked it up, having found the standard office Ethernet connections in a few places.

But it had always felt weird, since almost every way out of the apartment lead somewhere different. The front door opened out into a hallway with three other apartments and a shared bathroom. The other apartments were just as well furnished, and just as unused. There was a freight elevator that didn't go up or down. One door opened into the apartment hall and the other one lead to the back wall of a self-storage unit halfway across town. The windows were covered up, presumably by her building's façade. The balcony door led out onto the fifth floor roof, where the building narrowed to look prettier. It was a five foot drop from the door to the roof below, the architecture concealing the entrance entirely. The space to get up to the door was about two feet wide, and was just about impossible to notice.

The door to the stairwell out in the hall led to a set of employee stairs at the Mega Mall in the middle of town, though thankfully the door to her section required a key and was placed right next to the door for the normal exit. Most people passing by probably thought it was some sort of electrical or ventilation access. The fire escape was connected to that of an expensive apartment complex in some coastal town she didn't recognize; the CTA was utterly landlocked. She'd accidentally gone through it in the middle of the night when she'd been too tired to drive back home shortly after cleaning the place up.

It was like stepping into a whole new world, there were strange things floating in the sky, like asteroids stopped in mid-plummet. There were also strange things in the sky, bigger than a man, some bigger than a house, lit up brightly and flying through the air, defying physics with ease.

Cassie had barricaded it up, even though it had looked perfectly normal the next day. It was why she'd abandoned the idea of living there. It was wrong, a place where space didn't really seem to matter. It seemed like a hidden, secret place, not meant for her eyes, and it also seemed like... almost like a reward. It was like it was a prize for having the curiosity to explore hidden corners of the world.

After the incident, Cassie had always felt a little uncomfortable stepping out into the hallway. With the help of a hardware store and a screwdriver, she'd replaced the locks on every door she'd found. The keys to her apartment, the fire escape, the stairway, and the self-storage unit had been on a single keychain, sitting on the coffee table, attached to a fob with a simple yellow and black winking smiley face. The rental unit had been paid for ten years in advance, and no name had been put down. The company had changed the lock on the unit when Cassie had shown up with a key to unlock it from the outside. The elevator door was hidden behind a stack of crates covered with blue tarps. She'd taken a peek into a few; most were old books in languages she didn't recognize, a few paintings and sculptures. It would likely be worth something to collectors, but Cassie had left it alone. She'd only made off with a few furnishings from the other apartments, which she'd taken to her own. Upon her eviction she'd brought them back, making sure to put everything back where it had been, just in case taking the things had caused her bad luck in the first place. But now Cassie wondered why she'd bothered renting an apartment in the first place. Aside from the strange shock of what she'd seen beyond the fire escape, there had been nothing TOO weird.

In fact she found herself feeling more comfortable in her secret little hidey-hole. She'd always slept somewhat uneasily, as she'd been asleep when the world changed. Cassie had woken up and found that everything had been altered. Her apartment, her workplace, everything that was familiar to her day to day life was still there, but her extended family was missing, presumed dead, and the general idea was that the whole world had essentially blown up. Nukes had been involved. She hadn't slept well in the first few months, and she still harbored an irrational feeling that if she went to sleep, things would be radically different when she woke up. But in her new apartment she felt more at ease. It was a strange, special little pocket that was different from the rest of the world. No matter what happened, Cassie would be safe here, she knew that.

Her eyes turned towards her alarm clock, she had about 90 minutes before she needed to go to work, even though she seemed to be getting less and less sleep, it seemed to be compensating by being more and more restful. Oddly enough she also seemed to go right into her dreams once her head hit the pillow. Also odd was that it was taking more and more time to slake the lust she woke up with every morning as well.

She grinned. "Might as well get an early start," she said with a chuckle.

The dreams had been annoying at first; she was drenched in sweat every time, and it made her feel completely disgusting. It had only gotten worse as time went on, finding her sheets and herself covered in more and more of her own sexual fluids. It had gotten to the point where Cassie made sure to drink a gallon of water before bed every night, or else she'd wake up with a serious case of cottonmouth. She'd given up on changing the sheets every time she'd gotten up. Oddly enough she found that she'd come to enjoy the scent. She kept the bedroom door closed when she worked, less she be distracted by the aroma of her own nocturnal climaxes and coaxed into having a few more during the day. Cassie couldn't seem to fully get rid of the scent upon her body, no matter how often she bathed or how well she scrubbed.

Without any neighbors to complain Cassie had been having quite the fun time every morning, being able to cry out as loudly as she wanted with pleasure. She'd started looking into ways to improve the 30 or so minutes of self-love she had to do every morning to assure her pussy wouldn't be nagging her throughout the day. She'd tried going without any morning satisfaction once and found herself just about ready to pounce the mailboy. Not only that, but she'd had to stuff her hands into her suit jacket pockets to keep herself from feeling up Jane from marketing. She'd never given a single thought to sleeping with another girl, but she found her thoughts drifting more towards her female co-workers than her male ones. The incident with the mailboy disgusted her; the one with Jane made her feel wistful for missed opportunities. Of course if she acted on it and someone found out, the two of them would likely find themselves in criminal court, convicted of Corruption charges, driven to the outskirts of CTA territory, and dropped off, told never to return.

Cassie licked her lips, running a hand over her bare chest; it seemed easier to sleep in the nude these days, less to clean. She'd moved almost all of her possessions alone, and it seemed to have done her body good. Her body had tightened up nicely from all the exercise, looking wonderfully fit and toned. Her clothes felt tighter, though Cassie wasn't sure that her muscles could possibly have grown to such a degree from a few days of exhausting physical activity. For some odd reason, her tits seemed bigger too, her bras tight enough to be a little uncomfortable, but not enough to buy new ones.

Cassie imagined Jane, her blouse torn opened, buttons scattered to the wind, those cute little glasses on her face, moaning with delight as Cassie fingered her. Those plum-painted lips wrapped around Cassie's nipple, her tongue tracing over the plentiful orb with practiced glee...

Cassie's other hand sought her loins, rubbing over her taut midsection, down over her smoothly shaved groin, and down between her legs, finding her...

Finding her...

Instead of her dripping folds, Cassie instead found nothing, just smooth skin. Baffled she explored further, finding the area her sex was supposed to be in almost utterly featureless, save for the sensitive nub of her clitoris. Just a simple motion over it was enough to send her into a foggy state of semi-consciousness, driven only by her need for self-pleasure. The strangeness could be sorted out later; all that mattered now was the urge to fuck...

-o-

Cassie panted in the shower, trying to catch her breath from the bout of absolutely mind-blowing sex she'd just had. With just her clit she'd had orgasms stronger than anything she'd experienced before. She'd heard of things like this happening before in the area, powerful hallucinations of physical alteration, or seeing strange alterations in others. It was believed to be a sort of demonic possession, and it seemed to happen often enough that the big churches were backed up for weeks with exorcism appointments.

"It's not real," Cassie repeated to herself, taking in deep breaths, "It's just something's gone a little bit wrong in my brain is all. I'm fine, I'm just fine."

It was probably tied to the dreams getting a few wires crossed in her head. It had been awhile since she'd gotten a good lay, and her brain had probably decided to work overtime to satisfy that need. But apparently she'd had a bit too much, and now it was altering her perceptions to say, 'No more playing with this, you've had enough.' She'd been feeling tighter and tighter recently, but she'd assumed it was all the exercise her vaginal muscles were getting, making them stronger. The very thought of a tight pussy made her libido surge, forcing Cassie to her knees as she stroked her oversensitive clit. It felt... bigger for some reason.

She winced as she turned the shower to complete cold, hoping to drive out her feelings of need with the icy lances of water. It took a minute or two, but as she was reduced to a freezing, shivering wreck, her desire took a hint from the chill and went into hibernation. She'd never become that needy all of a sudden before. It would probably be a good idea to make herself a doctor's appointment. She trusted someone with a medical degree more than someone with a theological degree, and going to a church for some lectures on the sin of self-pleasure followed by what would likely be an unpleasant and violent encounter did not appeal to Cassie in the slightest.

As was the norm the past few weeks, Cassie found her clothes to be tighter than she liked. Her scale said she'd gained a few pounds, but with all the energy she spent every night and every morning Cassie couldn't see how she could possibly be bulking up with what little she ate. She hadn't been feeling particularly hungry, breakfast was a granola bar and occasionally a banana, lunch was a cup of soup, dinner was usually a microwavable meal, or a sandwich and some chips. It was almost an act of contortion to get her bra on, it made it a touch hard to breath, but Cassie had become used to that, it would get easier as the day went on. Blouse, suit coat, heels, panties, pantyhose, and a good length skirt. City ordinance demanded that all skirts be of at least knee length if you were going to wear them in public. They'd also banned any shirts that exposed the midriff. It had been for the best, really. Two words: muffin top. Cassie was for any legislation that sought to reduce the amount of gagging she did when she was shopping.

Breakfast eaten, makeup applied, hair styled, teeth brushed, and lunch packed, Cassie hummed to herself happily as she enjoyed the 30-foot commute to work. There was almost never anyone in the records room, so she didn't bother to look. She just ducked down and crawled under the shelf, letting the door close itself behind her. She made sure to lock it as well; she didn't want anybody sneaking into her home.

Upon reaching an office Cassie went and made herself a doctor's appointment to get herself looked at for any weirdness. She'd picked a doctor from the red pages, the directory for the individuals who weren't part of the year one census and registration. They were looked upon with suspicion, due to the fact that they'd come out of the wastelands surrounding the CTA, most telling stories of perfectly normal cities filled with all sorts of wonders. Common opinion was that they were just arriving to provide temptation, to lure pure souls out of the new Garden of Eden and out into perdition. The good thing about them, though, was that they actually abided by the old laws regarding doctor-patient privilege. IE: not blabbing everything that was going on to the city authorities, who made sure that every step was taken to assure the greater good; even if that meant locking up folks who were imagining strange alterations to their bodies. The appointment was for Wednesday, two days hence.

The rest of the day seemed to go well, until Cassie found herself in a boring afternoon meeting, listening to her boss drone on and on about how to maximize sales potential, and synergizing department resources, and so on. Cassie found herself fixated on the company president's "personal assistant," who changed into her business clothes at work, and thus got around the "public decency" standards. Today her outfit was bright red, and was showing off more of her Hollywood cleavage than usual. If you ever needed to assure yourself that common opinion about The Event was wrong, Eve was all the proof you needed.

Before she knew it, Cassie was stroking herself through her skirt. Her need from that morning returned in full force, but rather than an ache and a tide of moisture, it was merely an ache, but an incredibly intense one. The moment she realized what she was doing, Cassie had already slipped her hand down the waistband of her skirt, and was well inside her panties. It felt so good to rub herself; especially while staring at Eve's big fake tits. She was absolutely horrified at what she was doing, but she couldn't bring herself to stop. No one seemed to be noticing, and as long as she kept quiet, odds were that no one ever would.

The lights went out and a PowerPoint presentation began, further helping to hide Cassie's masturbation. The sensations felt wrong, her clit felt two or three inches long, and thick enough to wrap her fingers around. It was like having half of an erection. She couldn't quite jerk off, but she could rub her thumb over the end, each motion making her quiver with ecstasy.

Cassie let out a quiet moan, she couldn't help it. She felt a shamed blush rise upon her cheeks, but no one so much as turned a head in her direction. She stroked herself faster and faster, unable to stop herself from bending down onto the table, gripping it tightly with one hand as she came closer and closer to climax. She had to bite her tongue to prevent herself from crying out during climax, hard enough to draw blood. But it was worth it, oh was it ever worth it. It wasn't like the climaxes she had in the mornings, slow spikes in pleasure that seemed merely speed bumps on the road of her heightening pleasure, but instead having all her need, all her lust, all her desire building up, becoming tighter and tighter as she held them in, before erupting from her in a powerful, explosive, surging climax.

As Cassie's pleasure plateaued, the projector on the ceiling exploded, showering the conference table with a cascade of sparks, drawing cries of surprise from her co-workers. Cassie allowed her own voice to join theirs, but in a cry of supreme bliss, her pleasure surging even higher as the fire sprinklers went off, drenching everyone in the room as Cassie's body bucked in the throes of a second, more powerful climax.

The cold water didn't put a damper on her desire this time, she moaned like a whore as her proto-cock erupted with thick surges of fluid, it wasn't cum, and it wasn't pre-cum, it was thicker than either, but also slicker and slimier. It filled Cassie's panties and oozed down her legs.

The president of the company glared up at the projector, "Everyone, take the rest of the day off. Send me the bills for dry cleaning or replacement. We'll put this down as an expense." Cassie could see the smile on his face, and followed his gaze to Eve. She could guess that the two of them would shortly be helping each other out of their sodden business attire.

She slunk out of the meeting room with a grin on her face, making her way to the nearest one stall restroom. She needed to dry off, and she also needed to get a good look at what was happening to her body.

An involuntary shiver of pleasure rocked her as she just realized what she'd done. She'd just fucked herself silly in front of everyone that mattered at her company. She wasn't sure if that was what worried her the most, or the fact that she wanted to do it again. Oh boy did she ever want to do it again. Cassie felt her proto-cock growing fully erect again just thinking about it.

"Forget the drying off," she muttered to herself, "Just get back into your little hidey-hole before you start jacking-off in the restroom and can't stop."

Thankfully there was an easy entrance to the records room; no one seemed to notice it. There was a small, electric dumb waiter that ran up one side of the building, from back in the days when everything was done on paper. These days it was just easier to e-mail the file down to the front records desk and have them print it out and store a hard copy, or just skip the hard copy process entirely.

Cassie enjoyed the strange nooks and crannies of the office building. She began to fondle herself again as she waited for the tiny elevator to reach her. She couldn't help it, it just felt too good not to. Thankfully her position was concealed by a number of fake potted plants placed in one corner of the auxiliary meeting room. For some reason, Cassie felt even more aroused inside the dumb waiter, the tiny, cramped space feeling wonderfully comforting to her as she slowly made her journey downward. The thing was big enough to carry a couple of file cabinets full of paper; she wasn't worried in the slightest about it being able to take her weight.

She was such a naughty girl, masturbating at work. The very thought filled her with erotic warmth. It felt all the more fun and pleasurable for doing it in a place where she wasn't supposed to. Maybe she'd sneak out in the middle of the night and sneak around in here? Maybe go up and cum all over her boss' favorite chair?

The very thought itself was nearly enough to make her want to climax all over again...

-o-

It was such a relief to be able to take off her clothes. The clasp to her bra had broken as Cassie fiddled with it, trying to get it undone. Her breasts had gotten noticeably larger during the day, up at least two cup sizes. It wasn't possible; it was just some sort of visual, tactile, and auditory hallucination, but Cassie found herself enjoying it nonetheless. She actually spent several minutes admiring her enlarged tits, both looking in the mirror and with a more hands on approach. They had distracted her entirely from what Cassie had originally wanted to get a good look at. She stripped entirely nude, enjoying the warmth of the apartment. Since she wasn't the one who paid the heating bill, she cranked it up to the point where she was comfortable without clothes, about eighty degrees or so. She flopped into her favorite recliner, covered with a soft silk sheet she'd found in one of the closets and gave her altered groin a good looking over.

In the six or seven hours that she'd been awake her clit had gone from a normal sized nub to a six-inch erection that looked almost identical to a proper penis. She was missing the balls and scrotum, and she seemed to lack the extra folds of loose skin upon the organ, but boy did it ever feel good.

There was nothing she could do until Wednesday, so she had about forty eight hours to enjoy her new addition. Cassie simply reclined in her chair, slowly stroking her new cock, her mind wandering absently to all the cuties in her office that she wanted to fuck. Eve, the president's slutty secretary topped her list, then Jane, the almost goth-y looking girl from marketing, the twins in accounting, and in a distant fifth place, the weekend mailboy with the long straw-blonde hair and the cute disposition. He was probably gay, though Cassie wasn't sure if having a cock would increase or decrease her chances with him. Either way, she wouldn't mind bending him over the mail cart.

A few fantasies resulted in a few copious orgasms, with Cassie coating her belly and chest with thick, translucent cum. It was definitely meant for lubrication, as it was slicker than soap, but Cassie couldn't see a point in having that much come out. Her pretend transformation made no sense, but it was rather fun. Her climaxes made her breasts all slick and gooey, just begging to be rubbed.

Running her thumbs over her nipples drew a moan from Cassie's throat, when had her tits gotten so wonderfully sensitive? She spent several more climaxes just toying with them, caressing, rubbing, massaging, pinching, she'd even experimented with how elastic they were: she'd pressed her little finger into one, shortly followed by removing it and replacing the little finger with her index and ring fingers. That was most certainly not normal, and probably not possible, but damn did it ever feel great.

She'd lost track of time, enraptured as she was with her self-exploration. The next time she looked up at the clock it was 7:30, the entire afternoon having come and gone without her noticing. Her lust had faded to a pleasant warmth; a feeling of complete and utter satisfaction unlike any Cassandra had ever known. It felt like the proud ache of muscles after a good workout; something that would be eased out with a good long soak. The communal bathroom only had two shower stalls, but one of the other apartments had a hot tub installed in the living room.

Cassie had never used it, or poked around too much in there. It looked like something from the set of a 1970's porno. But then again, with her toned body, and her awesome rack she looked a bit like a porn star herself. It seemed that the more she played with a certain aspect of herself, the more it grew. She was going to be completely and utterly unable to get her breasts into a bra for work tomorrow. But she was more worried about her cock. It was a good eight inches in length and about as big around as the circle made by her thumb and forefinger. If she got a hard-on during work, odds were there was going to be no way to hide it. But she'd worry about that in the morning. For now all she was interested in having a nice cup of soup and a nice long soak in that hot tub.

The water ran discolored for a little bit, and she let it all drain out before filling the tub with hot, clean, clear water. Cassie liked watching TV as she ate dinner, but the connection in this apartment was a satellite TV box, rather than the cable that her own apartment had.

As the tub filled she poked around by the TV, looking for a DVD or something to put on. Her eyes went wide as she saw the titles of the discs. Busty Blonde Bimbos, Cum-sucking Sluts, Slattern Shemales, and so on and so forth. Dinner was forgotten entirely as she filled the six disk changer with the DVD's whose covers made her sudden erection throb the hardest. She slipped into the warm water of the hot tub, and everything vanished into a pleasant fog of pleasure...