Clementina - S01 E18

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Clementina - S01 E18

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 18

I woke up late the next morning with a minor headache and well over a foot of morning wood that left me wondering if there was any blood left to take care of the rest of my bodily needs. I think my cock was still growing a little from the light phallite.

I sat on the side of the bed, rubbing my eyes, waiting for the erection to come down, which it did, thankfully. Finally I pulled on some shorts and wandered downstairs. Clementina and my mother were sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee, my mom in her usual sleepwear of cut-off T-shirt and yoga shorts, Clementina in a robe she borrowed from my mom. I grabbed a cup and sat down.

There was a moment of somewhat awkward silence, then Clementina put her hand on my arm

"Russel," she said. "I am so sorry for what I did to you, what I forced you to do, and what you had to do to save me. That wasn't me, It was those monsters, and I am sorry."

"It's okay, Clementina." said, then smiled. Hoping to lighten the mood, I added, "If it hadn't been forced, the sex would have been great, right Mom?"

My mother chided me.

"Russell" she said, and I realized that I had committed a faux pas.

"I'm sorry," I said. "That was crass and insensitive, Please forgive me. And I apologize for being a peeping tom."

Clementina nodded and put her hand on my arm.

"These are difficult circumstances," she said. Our eyes met for a moment, then she looked away. I couldn't help but notice the blush that crept up her chest above the robe that was open just enough to reveal a hint of cleavage.

Looking to change the topic quickly. "Can you tell us what happened?" asked.

Clementina sighed, nodded.

"How much have you read from the journals?" she asked.

My mother piped up. "Only about enough to save you," she said.

Clementina nodded. "There's so much to tell. Where to begin. When my great-grandfather was adding the final wing on the house, they discovered the chambers you found. They had been there for centuries and were full of these friendly little cream- colored parasites, Apparently the Native Americans knew of them, and the Norse also were aware of them, encountering the caves during one of their ancient forays Into North America. We don't know who put the statues down there, we just know they are old.

"We lived with the creatures near us for many years, but most of my family didn't take any of them on as hosts. A few did, but having family members with extreme sexual characteristics tended to make the relatives uncomfortable. So generally we frowned on it.

"When was young, I was curious and rebellious, so took on a cream colored phallite. For a few years I was quite the wild child. But eventually my parasite died when I was in my early 30s, and I settled down. By that point, we were considering selling the farm, and someone had to stay behind to keep an eye on the phallites. Since I was the one who had taken on a parasite earlier in life, the task fell on me. have fought the temptation to allow another cream colored phallite inside of me since mine died. I was raised on a farm with certain values, and despite my wild period, I guess I am still a little old fashioned.

You are probably wondering where the dark creatures came from. My uncle was a geneticist. He thought he could improve the phallites by making them more social, so he became obsessed with the idea of crossing the light phallites with social insects. Specifically, he picked ants.

"Shockingly, he succeeded in injecting ant DNA into phallites. Unfortunately, he created a monster. Dark phallites are still the sexual parasites their cream colored brethren are, but they are different. They reproduce by destroying the women who host them, and by turning the men into nothing but semen pumps until they rot. They have a single queen who is located at the end of that tunnel you probably saw in the far chamber. She doesn't produce the colony's offspring, she produces eggs that contain special phallites that can create more queens. The colony spreads by Injecting these creatures into a host and sending her out into the world. That's me. I'm the vanguard. It takes two dark phallites

to completely control a host. If a host passes one of their dark

phallites into another, they have to return to the nest to get a new second or run the risk of losing control. That's what happened to me and why you were able to purge me."

Clementina stopped and sighed.

"My uncle created these horrible creatures," she continued. "He then destroyed them purging that far chamber and turning it back into a haven for the cream-colored creatures. We thought that the dark phallites were gone forever. And they were, until a couple months ago. My sister, Ona, had come for a visit. She and I had gone down to check on the phallites and she found, wedged between a couple of boulders, and old dark phallite egg. What on earth was she thinking? She brought it upstairs and hatched it. Lord forgive her, she turned it into a sex toy and used it to edge herself. She had forgotten the horrible lessons my uncle had learned."

Clementina lowered her head into her hands. I put a hand on her shoulder. She spoke but kept her eyes downcast.

"You can probably guess what happened. Ona lost control of the creature. He got loose and managed to get inside of her. He turned her into the queen, and she turned me into the vanguard...a...a monster. Then she crawled into that fucking tunnel and has been there ever since."

"So Ona is down there at the end of that tunnel?"

Clementina nodded. "The phallites take care of her, feed her, bring her anything she needs, even satisfying her sexually. Her only job is to spit out an egg every month or so."

"How long has she been in there?"

"A couple of months. This is so horrible... She dropped her head Into her hands again.

"How long will it take you to recover?" asked. "And your sister."

"I should be better in a day or two. My sister as well, once she is free. They do little long term harm to their queen, as long as we get her out of there soon."

I looked at my mom.

"So," I said, "To fix this situation, we need to go down there, drag out the women in the chamber and purge them, then go get your sister and purge her."

Clementina interrupted. "It is probably already too late for the women. Most of those women were already pregnant. And the one you inseminated would have been the last. It only takes about ten to twelve hours for the creatures to gestate. I doubt any of them are still alive. And it's more complicated than that. You first need to kill all the dark phallites in the chamber. Then the queen, my sister, will come out of her tunnel with an egg and try to create another vanguard."

"And that's when we get her," my mom said. "And purge her then kill the eggs"

Clementina nodded. "I will do the final purge. She's my sister."

I don't want to sound crass again," I said. "But you don't have the same equipment as I do. Will you be able to do the job? And will you be recovered by then?"

Clementina nodded. "I will be fine in a day or two. And just need a big enough strap on. It will take you a couple days to clear out the chamber, and Amazon has next day delivery." She smiled, then met my eyes again, flipped to my mom's, then back to mine. When she looked down again, that blush was creeping up her chest again.

I shook my head to bring my focus back to the task at hand. "So how many dark phallites are there down there now? And how do we kill them en masse without harming Ona? It's going to be hard with all that slime on the floor."

"There are probably fifty or sixty, more or less. My uncle used an iron rake to push them into plastic bags that he fed into the wood chipper. The chipper is still out in the barn. And there are other, easier entrances into the chambers down there than the one you found one is a tunnel that runs from the newest wing of the house, and the other is a tunnel that leads right up to the barn. Just dig a pit near the barn, point the chipper at it, and you can easily drag the bags out and into the chipper."

"Jesus Christ," I murmured. "That's brutal. Is there an easier, more humane way?"

"Humane?" Clementina laughed. "Russel, you are amazing to think of kindness and humaneness at a time like this. I admire you. Sadly, there isn't much you can do in the way of being humane. Wood chipper. Axe. Sledge Hammer. Choose your poison. And you Wood chipper. Axe. Sledge Hammer. Choose your poison. And you will also want to clean all the old slime and organic material off the walls, too, and dump that in the pit. There's a pump and old fire hose out in the barn you can use to pump out the chamber."

"Well," I said to my mom. "Ready to do some digging?"

Clementina was out of energy and had to go lay back down. My mom and I gathered our gear and headed over toward's Clementina's.

"So, how's the little guy doing?" my mom asked me as we walked over to Clementina's barn to get digging, pointing generally in the direction of my abdomen.

"I had a pretty serious case of morning wood when I first woke up. but mostly he's been quiet. I'm not sure I'm much in the mood for sex right now anyway. But I have to say, while I didn't like the coercion, still wouldn't mind an occasional fuck from Clementina. of my own free will and all that."

My mom laughed and punched me playfully in the shoulder.

"I bet you wouldn't mind," she said, grinning. "Me too. Did you see the way she looked at us, and those little blushes?"

I nodded, smiling.

"I'm curious to see where things go," I said. My mom and hugged each other's shoulders briefly.

Then we got to the barn, and the moment faded as we were faced with the reality of what we had to do.

My mom and I spent the rest of the day up by Clementina's bam digging a six-feet-deep trench. We dug mostly in silence, with just the minimal chatter about the depressing task at hand.

The next morning we went out and got large contractor plastic bags and gas for the chipper. I won't give graphic details about day two of the dark phallite extermination, except to say we used the rakes to herd the little monsters into the bags, then dumped them Into the chipper. It was brutal, disheartening, and bloody work.

The slime was several inches deep, so we used the pump and hose to suction it out, revealing all the little cracks and crevices where the monsters hid.