Clementina - S01 E12

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Clementina - S01 E12

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 12

cracks and crevices, looking for anything hidden or concealed in among the stones. I didn't see anything amiss, nor did see any more of those gray snake-like things.

The area under the rocky crawlspace was framed by a series of support posts that stood along the edge of the area. The posts looked like just normal 8x8 wooden columns. I reached into the crawlspace and picked up a rock. Most of them were about the size of a bowling ball and the one ***********ed weighed about what you would expect. I reached for another, the same thing.

Leaning further into the crawlspace, reached for another rock from an odd-looking stack to the left they were a slightly different color and shape than the others. I gave it a tug and tried to lift it, but no luck. Was it cemented in? I climbed into the space and tried again to lift the rock, to no avail.

Curious. I moved back to the right, and the rocks there were normal, I was able to shift them around. I suddenly wondered if the rocks in the left-hand section were even rocks. I used my fingernail to scrape the surface of one, and a thin layer of material came away. Fake. I shined my flashlight around the crawlspace again. Then I saw it.

On the back of one of the 8x8 columns, facing the crawlspace, not the outside, there was a keyhole that looked suspiciously like it might fit that key had found.

I dug my facsimile key from my tool bag. It fit perfectly. I slid it in, and gave it a turn.

Deep within the left-side "rock" pile, something clicked and whirred and a five foot section slid forward into the chamber, revealing a small door, about three feet tall. It, too, had a keyhole that the key fit. I pulled the door open. Beyond was a crawlspace leading back Into the hillside.

I took a picture with my camera, then I shined a flashlight into the crawlspace. A couple feet down the tunnel was a switch. I threw it, revealing a long, downward-slanted tunnel. A dozen or so feet down it widened to a passage wide enough to stand it. The bulbs, spaced about every ten feet, threw a dim, shadowy, light down the passageway. I froze, waiting to see if anyone appeared but there was nothing, no sound came to me.

With a furtive glance back into Clementina's basement, started down the passageway.

down the passageway.

Fifty feet or so down the tunnel, it took a hard left then opened into a large chamber, probably forty or fifty feet across. It looked old, very old. The weight of centuries, possibly millennia, hung I the air. In the center, lit by floodlights, was a scene that made me catch my breath. A pool roughly ten feet across was fed by a clear spring that flowed from the wall and trickled through a groove in the chamber floor into the pool. On either side of the pool, forming almost an arch over it, were two statues a woman and a man. Both were nude and were leaning in towards each other in a state of erotic passion. The woman had ridiculously immense almost cartoonish-breasts that hung out over the pool, and wide child- bearing hips around exaggerated carved labia. One of her hands was around the back of the neck of the man as she leaned towards him, while her other was wrapped around his cock. The man had a comically huge erection, probably long enough to reach almost to his neck. One hand was around his partner's back, while the other was reaching towards the space between her legs. The tip of his cock hung directly over the pool and was carved as in mid-orgasm, with a large droplet of semen quivering on the tip, as if about to drop into the water below. The woman's breasts similarly hung over the center of the pool, with carved milk rivulets from the wide, erect nipples poised to drip into the water.

I took a couple more pictures then let my gaze wander down to the pool underneath the statue. Something moved within the pond. I slowly approached. The pool was deep. A light hung from the top of the chamber pointing directly on the pool, but even with that I couldn't see the bottom. But I could see something light-colored - several of them wriggling about in the water.

One slipped upward and broke the surface. It was a snake-like thing somewhat similar to the dead one I had seen out in Clementina's basement and her tub but instead of being grayish- black, the ones in the pool were creamy white and had beautiful sky blue eyes that were now regarding me. I smiled and the creature seemed to understand I had no bad intentions, because it swam towards me and perched at the edge of the pool near my feet.

I crouched down. The thing made a sound that sounded like a cross between a squeak and a purr and crawled onto my hand. It's touch was soft and wet, and there was something calming. I knew somehow that I had nothing to fear.

The thing slithered up my arm to my shoulder, where it perched for a moment and nuzzled my ear. To my surprise, it reached around and kissed me on the lips.

I smiled and when opened my mouth, it pressed it's head inside, bumping against my teeth. I pulled my head back, and whispered "no", scolding it gently. I kept my lips closed as it bumped them once, twice, three times in little kisses, before giving up and seeming to be content to perch on my shoulder for the time being.

I noticed that a couple more had emerged from the pool and were now at my feet, mewing up at me. The sense of calm and peace I had felt a moment ago, only became stronger. And underneath it, a feeling of desire. The feeling was not unlike what I felt when I drank Clementina's breast milk, and in fact, the little creatures had a faint odor not unlike the licorice undertones of her creamy milk.

I gently stepped away from the pool being careful not to step on any of my new friends. The combination of the erotic statue and the sensations invoked by these creatures was causing me to feel slightly aroused, and the first stirrings of an erection threatened. I cast around the room, which was mostly empty except for a small stone dais or altar on the opposite side of the pool.

Then I spotted it. Against the wall stood a small chest. With my new friend perched on my shoulder wandered over, trailed by three of his little buddies squirming across the floor.

The chest was an antique, I guessed it belonged to someone in Clementina's ancestry. I pulled it open. Inside there was a blanket, underneath of which were what looked like old scientific Instruments a burner, some beakers and tubes, pipettes, and a journal. I picked up the journal and made a perfunctory skim through it. Some of the text looked like a personal journal, while other texts looked like lab notes. I stopped at a drawing of two creatures.

They both were like the little snake creatures I had been seeing. One was creany white with bright blue eyes, like my little crew that were now following me around the chamber like pupples. But the other was black, and its eyes practically glowed red off the pages menacingly.

Sensitive of the time I still had to get back to the plumbing before my mom finished with Clementina - I set the journal out and closed the chest. I would take it with me and read it later. I walked around the chamber to the altar. On the side of the altar was a switch, I pressed it.

Behind me another small door to a crawlspace popped open.

As soon as the door opened, my little entourage squeaked in alarm and retreated back to the pool. The one who had been on my shoulder made an impressive arc through the air and landed with a splash in the center of the pond. The group of them clustered at the surface of the water, watching me intently.

Whatever it was beyond that door, my new friends didn't like it.

I bent down and peered down the new tunnel. There was no light switch, but a pale glow came from a chamber about ten feet down the crawispace. A soft, damp odor wafted out steamy, musky, thick. I wriggled my way down the tunnel and emerged into another large chamber.

This chamber was lit by a faint glow from a diffuse light source that came from a strange, pulsating tunnel or crawlspace at the far end of the chamber. It was narrow, only a couple feet across, and Instead of being made of rock, stone, or masonry, it looked almost organic, and was a grayish pink color. It oozed grayish slime, coating the floor a couple of inches deep. I sniffed the substance and realized it was the sarne goop I had seen in the bottom of Clementina's tub during my snooping expedition the other day. The licorice fragrance permeated the chamber.

The walls of the chamber were in shadow but I could make out cubbles or alcoves along the walls in several places. A half dozen dark shapes broke the surface of the slime.

Something brushed through the ooze next to my foot, I looked down but it had disappeared. Then another shape moved. It was another one of the snake things except it was of the gray-black variety. They moved about in the slime. Unlike their creamy cousins, I didn't get the sense of calm and serenity from them. If anything, I was left with a vague unease but like the creamy snake creatures, I felt aroused. This arousal, however, was more urgent, and tinged with selfish need, not love.

I took a step towards the tunnel on the opposite side the source of the ooze. But then I came up short. My eyes were adjusting slowly to the darkness.

One of the dark shapes in the slime moved and I realized it was a person, a woman. She stood up and I caught my breath.