Cuckoo: Requiem Pt. 03

Katherine paused, adjusting to their limited communication, then she nodded slowly "Yes."

"It's a..." there really wasn't a word in her limited vocabulary to describe a member of the Hierarchy. She'd have to keep it simple "...Man. My enemy. We are fighting a war. He hurts women. Hurts women bad."

The Sheriff's jaw clenched and some shockingly red color Rose in her cheeks. Rose was terrified for a second, until she realized on this planet a red face was a sign of anger or embarrassment, not a deadly fungal infection. The sheriff leaned down and grabbed her forearm, and squeezed a little too hard. She decided this Welles was not someone you wanted to get on the bad side of.

"Where. Is. He."

Rose shook her head slowly "I don't know. I hunted him. I found him. We fought, but he got away, he... beat me." Rose blushed a deep purple of shame. She was always frustrated that she blushed so easily. Her shame seemed to shake the Sheriff out of her anger, and she looked Rose in the eye.

"We will find him again. We will beat him together."

Rose hesitated, then nodded. Local help would be invaluable in finding the Hierarchy warrior. She would have to wipe her memory afterwards, of course. Protocol demanded it. But even if she wouldn't remember it, Welles could help Rose save her planet.

Katherine studied her for another minute, and Rose felt an odd mix of emotions. A little ashamed for using this sheriff, a little scared she'd figure out she was being used, and a little of something else she didn't have time to think about. After a second, the sheriff pulled out an odd piece of colored material. It took a second for Rose to realize it was a map. Printed on pulped wood. So odd. The reeve pulled out ANOTHER piece of wood and made a mark on the map.

"We're here. Women were taken. Mother and daughter."

The sheriff made a second mark "Found you here"

And a third "Women taken here."

Rose understood what the sheriff was getting at. She started to worry, but kept her face smooth. This first son was fast, he had already taken so many women. Thinking about what he was doing to them made her sick to her stomach. At least she had a smart partner on her side now. Rose studied the map. "His ship needs metal. Are there mines?"

Welles looked at the map again, and made a fourth mark "There are mines here"

Rose looked at the map. Each mark was a little farther from the mines, gradually moving towards the town. There was a large space between the first mark where the women were taken and the mines. It was even more rural than the rest of the town, with only a few dwellings on the map. she pointed at the two most directly between the mine and the first mark. "These houses, are there women there?"

Katherine regarded the two marks "This one is an old couple. This one is a younger couple, and their daughter."

Rose pointed to the second house.

"There. He will be there."

...

Kate looked down at her stomach. Her modest house wife dress was obscuring it's shape, but she knew from her daughter lying next to her what she would see, her dress felt tight across her abdomen, where her bump was. Her mind was a confusing welter of emotion and sensation. She remembered the monster awakening her next to her daughter. Who was lying naked on the ground next to her. The man had kissed at her neck, and it had felt so good. It brought back memories of her younger days, before her husband had been her husband, the excitement his every caress had brought her. Feeling that from the touch of that creature had been as disorienting as it had been arousing. She had barely noticed when the man had pulled her dress up to her waist while she was laying on her side, but she remembered the moment when his... his thing had caressed her most private place, that place only her husband had touched for the last twenty years. She admitted to herself it had been more than the drugged feeling of the man's kiss that had driven her arousal, there was a perverted thrill to it. She had that same thrill sometimes when she looked at the new priest when he had arrived ten years ago, when he was still so young and fit. She imagined coming back after services... but this was so much more. She had felt his thing moving in her, exploring every inch inside of her. It sent these little shocks and pulsed through her body that sent her into uncontrollable shivers and twitches.

Her daughter had watched her the whole time, that unreadable expression on her face, the one she had when she was taking the world apart to see how it worked, looking at it in ways Kate would never think of. After she made that face Kristen always did something that either filled Kate with pride that she had helped make someone so fiercely intelligent, or had set her to screaming until she banished her to her room. Her daughter's eyes on her, lit with interest and calculation, as the sensations of being taken by the stranger played across her face and body, had only increased feelings sense of perversion, which increased her arousal. Near the end, She had felt something building up in her, a tightness that she was both frightening and exciting, but before she could reach whatever was at the end of that strange, exciting feeling, the monster had climaxed. It had been so much different than her husband. It had been so warm, almost hot, like like jumping in a hot tub on a cold winter night, only on the inside. Kate had always bragged she knew the moment her daughter had been conceived. She had known what her husband had put in her was going to take root. This time was the same, the heat of the stranger's come had faded into a feeling of weight and potential she knew was going to grow. Into what, she didn't know.

"Are you ok mom?"

Kate felt disbelief at her daughter's question, but her mind was still to hazy to really grab onto what was so wrong.

"I'm ok, honey, I feel... very strange."

"It felt so good mom."

"Yes... mmm... yes it felt really good."

"It was my first time you know."

"That's good honey..."

"I knew you thought I messed around, but I never did. I was always too scared of getting hurt, but it didn't hurt when he did it."

"No, no it didn't hurt at all."

"I hear you and dad sometimes."

Kate looked up at her daughter then. She was sitting up against the wall. Her eyes looked a little feverish, there was something wrong with those eyes. She had a little baby bump, a swelling in her belly that looked so adorable. Kate had dreamed of her daughter coming home with a bump like that, on the arm of some handsome catholic boy, who was as impressed with her daughter as she was, but who could smooth off some of her rough edges. Seeing a version of her fantasy filled her with an echo of the excitement it gave her.

"It always sounds like he's hurting you. Did he ever make you... feel good?"

The inappropriateness of the question broke through her haze a little "Honey, I love your father very much."

"I know, I know he's a good dad, a good husband, or whatever, but it didn't... he didn't seem like he knew what he was doing." Kristen started crawling toward her on her hands and knees.

"Mom, have you ever had an orgasm?"

"Kristen..."

"Have you?"

"I...I think so..."

"You think?"

I don't remember. It's, it's been so long..."

Kristen had reached her and was kneeling in front of her, she started sliding her dress up her thighs, just like the monster had.

"Kristen, what are you doing?"

Her dress reached over her waist, exposing her. Kristens fingers started questing between her legs.

"Kristen no that's... that's wrong."

Kristen's eyes were wide and glassy "I know mom, but all of this has been wrong since that guy walked into our kitchen. I just want you to feel good mom. I want you to feel as good as I did."

Her daughter's fingers found her nub, that hidden little spot between her legs. Kate touched herself by accident there sometimes, sending these little jolts through her that were so intriguing. When her daughter touched her, this pulse started between her legs, the tightness, the static charge the beast had planted in her had come out of hiding. Kate jerked her hips, reacting against the force of her daughter's touch.

"Ohhhh.... My god."

"You're going to grow again in a second mom, can you feel it?"

There was a growing tension in her gut, it felt similar to her daughter's fingers but it came from a slightly different place. It was higher up, deeper inside her. But the two feelings were two notes in a chord, two voices in a duet. They intertwined and lifted each other higher "Y-yes I feel it."

"When it breaks mom, just relax, just let it wash over you."

Kristen's fingers sped up, the pulses they sent into her built in intensity, bouncing off the increasing wave of tightness and potential building deeper inside of her.

"Just let it happen."

The string her daughter had been winding broke, the pool deeper in her body burst its banks. She had never felt anything like this before. It felt like she was in freefall, but falling inside of herself, into herself. Every muscle was saturated with waves of electricity. Racing out from her belly to consume her. She arced her back and her shoulders left the ground, moaning a deep, low moan as whatever her daughter had released had its way with her body. Then abruptly, it was done, and she sank back to the ground, she looked down at her stomach, and the swell was no longer hidden by her dress, it had ballooned out, tenting the material tightly across the bump that now matched her daughter, she looked up at her daughter, whose eyes looked like they had cleared, at least a little. Her daughter stroked her cheek in a strange reversal of the little touches of affection she had given her when she was young.

"Sorry mom, I know that was seriously wrong, but I just wanted... I don't know, maybe I'm crazy, maybe this has all finally driven me off the edge."

Kate couldn't bring herself to respond, she closed her eyes and shut out the world, she only opened them when her daughter started screaming, and as Kate watched her belly swelled out, going from a cute little baby bump to a heavy swell of late pregnancy in a few seconds. Kate saw her daughter's skin stretch and distort, ending with markings she remembered from her own time carrying Kristen within her. Watching her daughters powerful fertility filled her with strong feelings of excitement she could no longer suppress. When she felt the tension in her belly returned, that signal that she would soon grow again to match her daughter, bursting out of her dress, Kate found her fingers drifting between her legs, gently rubbing.