Prompt: The Torrential Takeover (Part 3)
Added 2021-12-04 01:37:37 +0000 UTCSummary: A water demon attempts to take over a young woman's body for her own nefarious purposes, but there are complications; the woman finds an unwanted presence riding in her mental backseat and a myriad of new powers at her disposal. Commissioned by TheDownhillRabbit6 for December 2021.
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Part 3
As Song sunk deeper and deeper into the murky depths, a memory of the night before flashed in her mind. Before she had woken up as a prisoner to a Chinese cartel.
She had been a security guard, not even a month into her new job at the Chinese Cultural Museum and Archive. She had been desperate to get a decent job, considering those skyrocketing prices for rentals downtown. She didn't feel particularly skilled at her line of work; it was only because her uncle was the curator that she was hired at all.
It was an eerie place at night. So many strange looking artifacts. She was still getting a feel for the place; her hand massaged a pendant she wore around her neck, a special jade medallion with small golden inscriptions. Her grandma said it had the power to ward off evil, to act as a sealing charm. Mostly it just gave Song a little more encouragement, a vague feeling of security; it wasn't like she was allowed to bring a gun on shift.
She had been making her rounds in the dead of night when she overheard a sudden CRASH towards the center of the archive. She froze up in a panic, clutching her flashlight close to her chest. Instinct told her to light it up and investigate, but her self-preservation instinct told her to stay hidden. Get a look at what's going on, obtain profiles, and alert the authorities if it's too much for her.
She crept closer to identify the intruders. Her face went pale as she acknowledged an entire group of masked men in suits. The window was shattered, but the alarm hadn't gone off! Did they somehow disable the security mainframe??
She hovered as she tried to get their physical profiles to memory as an imposing man in a white suit stepped forward. Song didn't know at the time, but her strange, sleepless dream state informed her that she recognize this man as Daisy Wu, the man who kidnapped her.
He commanded his goon squad to search the place... and to kill anyone they crossed path with. No witnesses, no survivors. Song croaked as she shuffled back into the safety of darkness; she was hyperventilating, shuffling away from the squad. In a painc, she forgot where she was going, where the phones were, where she could phone backup.
She bumped into a pedestal, knocking an artifact to the floor as she yelped quietly, collapsing to her knees. She overheard the indistinct muttering of the goons acknowledging the noises she made, along with the pacing of booted footsteps.
Her eyes bugged out as she scuffled along the floor, her hand inadvertently landing on the artifact she had knocked over. It was an elegantly carved stone artifact, cool to the touch... yet the sigil that emblazoned the top glowed with an ethereal energy.
Girl... release me...
Song tensed up. A raspy voice called out in her head. Her panic ebbed away, entranced by the curious phenomenon.
You are going to die... I can save you... do it! Do it now!
The voice was curt, insistent. Her trembling hands raised the rock in her hands, her fingers tensing. She raised it above her head and, with a great throw, smashed it against the tiled floor.
Wind rushed past her in an explosion of light, a great energy released from the artifact. From the center of the room, a torrent of water swirled around like a typhoon, flinging about, shattering and destroying the remaining artifacts in the room, as well as tossing the now-arriving goons to the wall in mighty swings. Song trembled, screamingly voicelessly as she found herself in the center of the storm, simultaneously secure, but also trapped herself. She covered her eyes against the spray of sea water that permeated her view...
The whirlpool began to close in around her, currents of water inching nearer and nearer. She yelped as her legs were bound together by something cool, wet and large. Something serpentine, scaled in nature. She squirmed in its tight grip as it coiled up her body. When she had been completely immobilized, she peeked through her eyes, finding herself face to face with a terrifying demon, hair writhing like serpents, claws like gnarled daggers, and eyes glowing with an otherworldly menace. The face looked familiar... she must've recalled it from some of the scrolls that this museum possessed, but in her panicked state, she couldn't recall its name.
The demon looked over Song, her mouth widening into a hungry looking smile as it reared up over her.
"Yes... a worthy vessel. Suited for my return to the realm of mortals." The demon hissed approvingly.
Song yelped as she could feel her body rise up on its own, hanging by her wrists by two tentacles sprouting from the beast's head. Her ankles, too, were bound by more tentacles, wresting her legs apart to expose her pelvis. The creature smiled as she brandished her claws. She ripped into Song's uniform, slashing it to ribbons, leaving her body bare and slick with terror sweat. All save for the pendant...
"Now you will offer your mind, body and soul to Bai Tza, queen of the seas!"
Song opened her mouth to scream and plead for her lift, but she felt a tentacle slide into her mouth, gagging her painfully. She winced as the tentacle pounded deeper into her throat with forceful, insistent thrusts, coiling into her gut. Tears formed at the corners of her throat as the tentacles restraining her arms and legs slithered up her limbs, pressing against her body. The power this creature exuded was beyond her comprehension; she was helpless to resist.
Her eyes widened as she felt tentacles burrow into her gaping pussy, her body rocking as slimy tentacles wrapped around her womb. She cried out, her voice muffled as another tentacle shot up her anus, her ass shaking and wobbling with increasingly painful thrusts. She could feel her gut expand as more of the demon slid into her form, the emergence of lumps underneath her skin. Her breasts swell as water thrust into them, heaving and bobbing with each gyration.
Her skin was burning, her heart racing as energy raced across her body. Her body screamed at her as every molecule of her body flared up. She could feel her body ebbing away, her pore leaking water as she felt her humanity ebbing away, losing itself to the typhoon. She ached all over, arching her back as her vision went blurry. As the demon had penetrated every hole in her body, using every oriface as an entry way, she felt that it would all be over soon... her death would bring about a terrible evil to this world.
But then, as the last of the eldritch water flow filled her being, her belly tense with rolling water and tendrils, a powerful light filled up her vision. A warm, comforting glow emanated from her neck, and a pained shriek filled her head. She looked down to her body, her body now etched with glowing sigil... they glowed in powerful pulsations.
The jade artifact pressed against her skin, against her emphatic cleavage, sinking into her form. Imbuing her skin with its protective properties. She felt like she was in control again...
...But exhausting overtook her, and she collapsed to the floor. Her water-logged, almost obese-looking body rippled, her seemingly fat gut melting away into more shapely, alluring curves. Her hips and chest swelled into enticing, supermodel curves, and her ass grew emphatic and inviting. She looked nothing like the scrawny guard that entered the museum that morning.
As the demon's energy resettled into her own body, Song drifted into sleep once more, resting in front of the shattering artifact that had housed the demon. She remained oblivious to the approaching footsteps of the intruders...
