Clementina - S01 E15

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Clementina - S01 E15

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 15

I snatched the round object and felt a surge of rage. When leapt back into the main chamber ran straight for the exit, punching and slashing at anything that got in my way. The women were grabbing at my feet as slithered up the crawlspace towards the door at the end and the safety of the chamber beyond. I emerged into the hall with the two statues and the pool, slamming the door behind me and leaning against it as I caught my breath.

I looked at my closed fist, holding that object had taken from the cubby. I knew what it was. I prayed I was wrong, but I knew I was right.

I slowly opened my fingers to reveal my father's wedding ring.

I stared in mute horror at the object in my hand. My father's wedding ring. One of those decomposing male corpses in the dark chamber was my father. He had died a horrifying death.

And suddenly realized why that red-headed woman had just fucked looked familiar. She was the assistant he disappeared with she had a name, what was it? Dee, her name was Dee. The reason I hadn't recognized her is because she had been slender once, but now she had changed and filled out taking on a shape similar to Clementina and, I realized similar to the statue in the chamber where now sat. I looked up at the ancient stone sculpture in front of me. The statue was an over-exaggeration of what these creatures made their hosts.

These creatures they were parasites, at least the black ones were, I wasn't sure about the cream-colored ones yet. When they took over a woman's body, they did things to it, both physically and mentally.

I thought of the creature that had emerged from Dee's mouth. If I hadn't been able to rip it from my throat before it got inside of me, what would have happened to me? I looked up at the statue in front of me.

The female statue was comically extreme, but it was the right idea. If a guy's cock grew to half the statue's proportion it would be well over a foot.

But the men in the chamber beyond didn't look like that, they were decomposing and slowly dying. Whomever this statue depicted, it wasn't people who had been infected by the black creatures.

My eyes wandered down to the pool below. My cadre of little creamy friends were still hovering on the surface of the pool, looking at me warily.

The white creatures. The little guy had been holding before had tried to poke into my mouth. I bet that was the answer.

I crawled to the pool. The creature that had been riding my shoulders before crawled out and sat on the lip of the pond, looking up at me. I thought of opening my mouth, letting him slip in, seeing what happened. Part of me wanted that. But I realized that if I was wrong, I was fucked. I glanced over at the journal that still sat on the chest in the corner. I bet that held the answers.

I petted the creamy snake creature, then got up and wiped the slime and blood off myself as best I could.

I still needed to finish the plumbing job before Clementina came back. Until got this sorted out, I needed to play it cool. I needed to talk to my mother. We needed a strategy. And we needed to read this journal.

Looking down, I suddenly realized was still naked and my clothes were in the chamber with the women and the corpses. I wasn't sure how was going to explain that, but I wasn't going back in there after them.

I made my way back out into the basement chamber had started in, sild the fake pile of rocks back in place, and went to work on the pipes as best as I could with shaking hands.

As I worked, I thought about what had just witnessed. It was horrifying, but it was also unbelievable. If my mother and went to the authorities and told them about this, we would have ended up in the psyche ward. For better or for worse, this was our problem to deal with

I worked as quickly as I could, and in about an hour was ready to turn the water back on. As I made my way through the crawlspaces to the water shut off, my phone chimed. It was a text from my mother.

"How much longer?" she asked.

"About to turn on water. Hopefully no leaks," shot back. "Have fun?"

"Yes-no-hard to explain but I need you back here soon. You learn anything?" came the text back.

"I have bad news." I texted a picture of my father's ring.

"Oh fuck," she replied, and a second later another message came back. It was a photo of Clementina. She was naked, hog-tied, and laying in the bathtub, a layer of slime coating her and the bottom of the tub. Next to the tub was white bucket with a piece of wood on top of it, weighted down with several volumes of an encyclopedia. I could see a shadow of something inside the bucket. was pretty sure knew what was slithering within.

This was followed by a selfie of my mother naked, covered in slime.

"We have a lot to talk about," her text said. "Wrap up and get back here."

"You don't fucking know the half of it," I replied, including a similar selfie of myself naked, covered in slime, mud, and blood. "Be there in a few.

I finished up, wrapped myself in a towel from Clementina's closet, and made my way home.

My mother was standing in the front hall when I came in. We stood there for a moment, naked, staring at each other, then the moment broke and we fell into each other's arms. It wasn't an erotic embrace, it was a sad, tired, emotionally drained embrace.

We finally separated.

"What the fuck happened?" asked. She took my hand and led me to the bathroom. Clementina lay in the tub, coated in slime, naked and hog-tied, like had seen in the pic.

"Fuck both of you," Clementina spat, anger and rage glowing in her eyes. "When get free, you will pay. I will devour your souls,"

A convulsion shook her body and a spout of slime shot from her mouth. She shook again.

With that convulsion, a change came over her. The rage drained from her face, and a calmer demeanor took over

"Please, help me..." she whispered. Then another convulsion, and the rage returned. She glowered at us silently.

"She's been going back and forth like this for the past hour," my mom said, shaking her head.

"How what Jesus Christ..." I stammered.

My mom sighed and began her account of the past few hours.

"She came over as planned," she said. "We flirted a little, I opened a bottle of wine-nothing beats a little day drinking when you are trying to buy time. I showed lots of skin so did she. We both knew what we were after, so it didn't take long before we were making out on the couch. Once we got past the kissing stage and got naked, she took over. She was no stranger to satisfying a woman, Oh. My. God. That girl can do things with her tongue that make me all wet just thinking about it. The first round of sex was hard, fast, intense and incredible. We ended up on the living room floor in a 69 and we both came hard."

My mom shook her head and sighed as she continued.

"As we cooled a bit, she rolled over on top of me and asked me how many more rounds I was up for. I told her as many as she wanted, and meant it. Honestly, I hoped you would hurry up so you could join us. I knew that some of my euphoria came from her breast milk - which was everything you said it would be and more but also just from her being such an incredible lover. I had surrendered to the experience.

"I was laying on my back on the floor, and she was on all fours above me, her face above mine. She told me to open my mouth and close my eyes because she had a surprise for me. Stupidly I did what she told me."

My mom nudged the bucket by the tub with her toe. Something rustled slickly inside.

"Let me guess," I said. "A black snake-like thing came out of her mouth and tried to get down your throat, right?"

"Yes!" my mother exclaimed. "Oh my God, how did you know? realized what was happening and managed to grab it before it got too far in. I threw it in the corner against the wall and think I stunned it because it stopped moving for awhile. That let me focus on Clementina, who had begun to rage and attack me. I rolled out from under her and got to my feet. For the first time ever,

those kick having placere rame in handu nuteile of the num I knocked.

kick boxing classes came in handy outside of the gym. I knocked her out, tied her up and dumped her slimy little friend in a bucket. Then I texted you."

I shook my head. There was a pause in the conversation as we stood there, watching Clementina vacillate back and forth between threatening to kill us and begging us for help.

"So what happened to you?" my mom finally prompted gesturing at my slimy, muddy, bloody body. I filled her in on everything that had gone on in Clementina's cellar and the chambers beyond, showing her the photos on my phone of the statue, the chambers. Finally I

fetched the journal and my father's wedding ring from my tool bag.

When I showed my mother the wedding band, tears welled up in her eyes.

"He was always so distant," she said. "I wasn't upset with losing him to another woman, because I knew he never really was mine. But for him to die this way, never would have asked that for my worst enemy, let alone the man once loved with all my heart." She leaned against me and I held her while she cried, and I wept next to her.

After a few minutes, we composed ourselves.

"So, what do we do now?" my mom asked, still sniffling. "Any ideas?"

I looked down at Clementina, who still was shifting back and forth between pleas for help and spews of hatred. I knelt beside her and waited for the calmer side to take over for a moment. When her eyes cleared, I spoke to her.

"What do we do? How can we help you?" I asked.

She seemed unable to speak, but her eyes roved then locked. followed her gaze. It rested on the journal. picked it up and looked back at her. She nodded, then another surge took over and she convulsed. When she stopped shaking, she began hurling insults at us again.

I pulled the journal open and began flipping through the pages, honing in on the page I had seen earlier in the cellar the one with the two diagrams of the creatures. I read the text around them, my mother reading over my shoulder.