Clary woke up disoriented and alone. After what seemed like lifetimes of being stuck under the constant wave of unconsciousness the light flooding the room seemed blinding. The first thing she noticed was the ache, the yearning she felt in her crouch, soaked from the wet dreams that had been ravaging her for days but never giving her relief. Her fingers itched to reach down and play with her pussy but as she took in her surroundings she realized any relief would have to wait.

This place was unfamiliar, large and bleak, lined with rows of identical metal framed bed, except for the expertly painted ceiling of clouds and angels. She should have been concerned, panicking after everything that happened, but her mind refused to work in that direction. She remembered coming home her her destroyed apartment, empty of her mother. She remembered the demon, huge and hulking, terrifying with its huge cock and sharp stinger. She remembered killing it with the device she stole from Jace, and later Jace whisking her away. And she remembered what he had told her, that there was Ravager poison racing through her veins and to her heart. But unless this was some weird empty afterlife, she was still alive. And wasn't that all that mattered? She could worry about everything else later. After she got some relief.

Clary sat up in bed, propping herself up against the headboard and promptly gasped as she looked down. She had always had a small chest, hardly even there. Boys used to tease her about it. But now it was something else entirely. Somehow her tits has swelled up, full and perk – at least C cups. Through the plain t-shirt she was dressed in she could see her nipples erect and hard. With a cautious hand she reached down and pinched one. Clary hissed sharply, feeling the jolt of pleasure at her own touch. She tugged at her nipple again, letting out a soft moan, raising her other hand to massage the left breast. She felt herself grow damp again, pussy twitching with anticipation. She reached down under the sheets and ran a finger over her dripping slit and –

"You're finally awake -Oh!"

Clary jolted, yanking her hands away like a kid caught, well, masturbating. She stared shocked at the girl, Isabelle, standing before her. Clary had seen her before, at Pandemonium, she thought her was pretty, but seeing her now was different. Her dark eyes, her globe breasts, her pale skin just waiting to be marked with hickeys. Clary was hit with the realization that she was attacked to her. Clary had never been attracted to a girl before.

Isabelle looked away blushing. "Sorry, I didn't realize you were…" She trailed off. "I should have knocked. I was told to bring you this," She said, thrusting a hand out which held a plastic water bottle containing a cloudy liquid. "It should help with any hunger pains, though you seem fine."

"Thanks," Clary said weekly, feeling embarrassed but still eyeing Isabelle discreetly. She reached for the bottle, letting her fingers brush against the other girls. Isabelle jerked back, flushing an even darker shade of red. Clary uncapped the bottle and chugged it, finding that surprisingly it did ease a discomfort she hadn't even noticed. Now if it could just get her off. "Where am I?" She asked, wiping her mouth. "Is this the institute?"

Isabelle nodded, her blush fading away. "I'm Isabelle Lightwood by the way."

"Clary Fray. Jace brought me here?"

"Wasn't really anywhere else to bring you since you were half dead with demon venom."

"I guess not," Clary remarked.

"Well, if your feeling better, I'm supposed to bring you to Hodge, that's our –"

"Instructor, right?" Clary cut her off.

The girl rolled her eyes, looking vaugly amused and annoyed. "Is ther anything Jace didn't tell you?"

"What happened to my mother." She responded, remembering as for the first time what a terrible thing it was that her mother was missing, maybe even dead.

Isabelle paled. "Right, well, I left you some of my clothes to change into, I'll be in the hall." And with that the girl ducked out of the room, as if eager to get away from Clary.

Clary thought about picking up where she left off, but now that her mind was working she knew she needed to focus on her mother, if she started masturbating again she would lose all focus. Besides, Isabelle was waiting, and being horny always subsided. Right? Clary got dressed quickly, her muscles stiff after being asleep for days. She found that the jeans Isabelle has lent her where too long and needed to be cuffed several times, and the red tank top dipped far down, exposing the tops of her new, bulging perfect breasts. She admired them for a minute before forcing herself out of the room.

When she entered the cavernous hallway she found Isabelle leaning lazily against the wall. The girl looked up at her, poised to say something, but snapped her mouth shut, eyes focusing in on her chest. It took Isabelle a minute to realize she was staring before she blushed and looked away.

"Come on," She spat and hurried off down the hall.

The institute was like a maze, and if Isabelle hadn't been there to guide her she wasn't sure she would have ever found a way out. After a few minutes they reached a pair of huge arched doors.

"This is the library, Hodge is in there. He wanted to talk to you alone." Isabelle bit her lip, glancing down at Clary's chest again before looking away and muttering "Good Luck," With that the girl bounded away.

Clary smirked watching the girl run away. So Isabelle was attracted to her too, and clearly it was a feeling that intimidated the girl. Clary felt oddly pleased that she held the power. Turning back to the doors, Clary pushed her way inside. The Library was massive, a true sight to behold. It was circular with bookshelves lining walls to ceiling, holding beautiful old books. In the center of the room sat a massive desk, an odd thing made out of a slab of wood set on the backs of what appeared to be two stone angels. Sitting behind the desk was a man who could only be Hodge. He was thing and graying, with a wrinkled face and a beaky nose. Again, Clary felt the pang of attraction grow in her, though she wasn't sure why. He wasn't a very attractive man. Perched next to him was a dark Raven with beady black eyes.

"Ah, Clarissa, come in." Hodge called, standing up. "Come in, please."

Clary stepped all the way inside and closed the door, making her way over to the man.

"Hello,"

Hodge, smiled at her, eyes crinkling. "Its good to finally meet you properly. I am Hodge Starkweather, at your service. Please, sit." He said, gesturing to the large armchairs opposite the desk. "You must have many questions."

"I do," Clary blurted out. "What happened to my mother? Why was there a demon in my house? How come my boobs grew? Why –"

"In time," Hodge hushed her. "But first, how are you? We weren't sure you would pull through."

Clary bit her lip, cursing the man from breaking her concentration. Under her too big jeans her pussy was still aching. "I'm fine." She said hastily.

Hodge raised a large grey eyebrow, making her jealous (she had always wanted to be able to do that) and leaned against the desk. "Revenger venom is a tricky thing Clary, and it can have many complications. If anything at all is amiss then I need you to tell me."

Clary hesitated. "Anything?" The man nodded. "Well," She began, fidgeting. "one thing is off, I mean aside from my sudden, uh, breast expansion…"

Hodge's eyes flickered down to the young girls chest, something passing over his face that made her shiver. "Yes?"

"Well… I'm feeling… you know."

Hodge shook his head, "No my child, I don't" But something in his eyes made Clary belive otherwise.

"Horny. I'm horny, ok?" She burst, flushing. "My pussy is on fire, and all I wanna do is masturbate and get some relief. While I was asleep I couldn't stop dreaming about getting rammed by huge cocks, having their seed fill me up. I have never felt like this, this need."

Hodge looked slightly shocked over all that she had shared, but quickly his face darkened. "This is what I was afraid of."

"What?" Clary squeaked nervously.

"Well you see," Hodge said, moving to sit next to her. "Revenger venom can alter a person, warp their minds and bodies. It increases ones primal needs, their lust. In extreme cases victims become sex crazed, not eating or sleeping so long as they can keep fucking. Nothing else matters except for taming their unquenchable lust."

At the moment, continuous fucking didn't sound so bad, but Clary knew that was just the effects of the venom, and she was filled with a new sense of fear. Fear of losing herself. How was she ever going to find her mother when she couldn't even keep her hands out of her pants?

"What do I do?" She asked nervously.

Clary watched as again something flashed across Hodge's face, this time she recognized it for something primal. His kind eyes darkened and he gave her a small smile, reaching over to squeeze her thigh.

"I think I can help."