Time Threads #14: The Craving

        Siobhan experienced a rushing, exquisite upwelling of raw desire from her pubes to her breasts. Matsuka looked into the hunger building in Siobhan, and became afraid of what she saw. Siobhan's body began to exude a musk that was heavy with the smell of sex, a wildly attractive scent that filled the room. Siobhan's right hand gently caressed her labia. A glistening drop of secretion clung to her finger. She raised it to eye level, and curiously examined it before extending her tongue, to further distill its chemistry.

"Siobhan, stop!" Matsuka exclaimed. Siobhan's gaze settled on her with a

lascivious smile. Matsuka's pulse quickened. They faced each other. Matsuka became unsure of what was happening but she did not want to stop . Breathing heavily she raised a leg and locked it around Siobhan's hip. Siobhan abruptly took a handful of Matsuka's luxuriant hair, and brought her face down to hers.  At first, their lips only slid against each other. Then, Siobhan began to devour her in a deep kiss; her tongue searching, darting, probing with calculated purpose. Matsuka moaned as her eyes rolled up into her sockets. Siobhan's free hand found a breast and kneaded it with strong fingers that gradually entwined around an erect nipple. Matsuka gasped. Siobhan's grip on Matsuka's hair loosened as she drew her down to the floor; her hand abandoning the blemished breast to glide effortlessly across her torso, and settle against her clitoris; Siobhan's fingers delicately circled and stroked. Matsuka released a plaintive cry.

       Abruptly, a deep, compelling serenity rapidly eclipsed the impulses of her raging desire. The single-minded urgency to devour and subdue dissipated. Some unspoken presence quarantined the Craving in a part of her brain where the clawing became little more than an annoyance. Another anxious moan made Siobhan aware of Matsuka trying to bring herself to climax. Siobhan fell back onto her haunches.

 Zana-7 remained detached. She appeared to be deep in a trance. Siobhan steadied herself and stood up.

Matsuka brought her thighs to her stomach and swayed from side to side trying to contain the rolling gush of pleasure welling up, over and over again.

Siobhan kneeled next to her mother and placed both hands inches above Matsuka's head. She closed her eyes and slowly inhaled. She held it a few moments, then just as slowly released it; repeating the sequence several times until Matsuka synchronized her breathing to It. Her eyes rolled back into position. She swallowed heavily and looked around searching the room to get her bearings. Finally, she caught the figure of Siobhan rising to her full height.

Wearily, Matsuka reached for Siobhan's outstretched hand. Slowly, she got up on unsteady feet, and slid into a nearby chair at the desk. The room was spinning as she laid her disheveled head between the delicate web of her hands.

   Siobhan sensed Matsuka's confusion. ‘Did she just try to seduce her daughter?’ She was ready to give herself over to unrelenting passion. Siobhan quickly sought to cut it off.

"No, I am to blame, not you!. I was in the Craving's grip and nothing mattered, except the need to be satisfied.  I am so very sorry I forced you into such raw, carnal energy. It still rattles the cage Zana-7 helped me to lock it in, but I cannot contain it for long. Eventually, I will succumb to it." Siobhan turned to Zana-7 with a grateful smile, " I am truly in your debt, sister."

A muffled rocking shook the bunker as one of the monitors winked out. From a different POV the monitors showed a pitch battle between two defensive droids and the last gunslinger droid.  Zana-7 glanced up at the melee playing out on the remaining screens.

"Your defenders will fall. We need to leave this place unnoticed. Reinforcements may not be far behind!”  Quietly, Matsuka began to weep.

    Siobhan knelt down on one knee next to Matsuka. She stroked her beautiful black hair, and quietly said, "I remember being in your womb. They induced labor to force me out." Adding, conspiratorially into her ear. "I think I was getting too comfortable."

Matsuka turned to Siobhan and smiled. Several moments passed before she could speak.

"The moment you were born, the Order's med techs rushed you away to be cleaned and measured. I wasn't sure you were even alive. I didn't hear you cry, right away.  I asked an attendant when I could "see my baby"? He just stared at me. No wonder he was confused. No one thought of you as my baby. You were always his baby. His great Progeny Project. I was just the 16 year old surrogate."

   "When I was 14, the Abbot ordered me remanded to your care for training in the mental disciplines.  I only had a limited understanding of what that meant. I had no difficulty probing minds, undetected, or filtering out the noise of human thoughts. The Abbot’s true motives for sending me away was more for his good than mine.  His predilection for post pubescent girls, complicated his strategems and deceptions, especially his growing lust for his only daughter. The ease by which I could slip in and out of his deepest thoughts, or dissolve his most devious obstacles baffled him to distraction.

I once slipped into the dank basement of his sexual fantasies and discovered among the innumerable horrors of his obsessions, the corrupted vault of his relished assaults against you, And encased next to them the fate he planned for me.”

    Suddenly, Matsuka rose unsteadily to her feet.

"I need to say this now, while I have the courage. The Abbot has been my spiritual father, and my mentor since I was a little girl. He found me in the streets, as an orphan, with no family, and no standing. By rights, I should have been killed. He brought me into the Priory. He nurtured me, and he trained me in the principles of the Cenobic Movement. But he also kept me as his whore from the time I was ten years old until I was 17 and no longer a post pubescent girl.  He cynically called his assaults, instructions in Cenobit womanhood. The size of his tumescence was his pride and joy. He took delight in girls tears, pain and blood.. But I had unexpected physical gifts. He was fascinated and challenged by my accommodations. When I was fifteen he ritualized my status as his spiritual wife.

When the Progeny Project reached the implantation phase, the Order's effort to genetically engineer an heir demanded a surrogate to supply the egg for genetic modigication and carry the fetus to term. Naturally, it fell to me to fully serve my canonical obligations.

  My pregnancy did not diminish his ardor. He would call on me multiple times a day to pleasure him with predictable variations on felating him, and taking his deep pounding thrusts until he climaxed. When I offered him the prospect of more adventurous positions he was delighted at my initiative. I became a very creative performer. But it was particularly during his paroxysms that I also found myself dropped into the dark vault of his corrupt fantasies. He had none darker than the prospect of you  taking the enormity of him from behind. Your blood and screams will annihilate the connected worlds of the Nexus Spectrum in a cascading orgasm of cosmic destruction.

I eventually learned that I had the ability to plant seedlings of guilt and self loathing deep into the recesses of his delirium.

   Perhaps, it was because of my continuous efforts, or some greater purpose on his part, but one year after your birth, the Abbot substituted a fabricated persona for me and erased in practically everyone’s mind the fact of my former existence. I became Matsuka Iveny, the sole heir to the Iveny estates and fortune. All records of me as his spiritual wife, my surrogacy, even the Progeny Project vanished from everyone's minds."

"So, you and I and the Abbot are all that know of your ordeal and the truth?" Siobhan said, hugging her mother.

"It was a tremendous demonstration of his powers, I was a great sexual distraction, but I was no longer a post pubescent girl. The Abbot did not however, realize that my brain shrugged off most of his memory deletions. I’m still unsure if that was an oversight, or a cynical punishment for being too accomplished. The point is: he is not a god. His perversions, betrayals and pedophilia are his weakness. In time, you may be able to leverage them against him, and turn him inside out!”

Matsuka's eyes suddenly blazed with a notion that  brightened her face.

    "I just thought of a place outside of the Spectrum where the Abbot can’t find you!. Remember, in the simulator, we practiced cognitive localization, giving substance to imaginary places?  As a lark, we created Angels City. In it we constructed a carousel house on a pier built high above a vast blue ocean at the edge of the gleaming city, remember?"

"Of course, I remember. But that was a simulation we made up. Didn’t you eventually delete it?"

"I did, but all simulations have their roots in some form of reality in our unconscious. We built it together, Siobhan, just you and I. You are a Nexus Sapiens, now.  You have powers I can't begin to comprehend. If you can't find Angels City, invent it!"

The muffled shockwave of another explosion shock the bunker. Everyone looked up at  the monitors to observe the smoldering ruins of two droids burning in the blown out shell of the living room.

Matsuka swore angrily, "Those damn gunslingers have ruined my house! Let's end this before the whole island goes up!"

When the bunker door opened, a plume of smoke and dust rushed into the room. They each took deep breaths and bolted up the stairs to the residence level.