Fallen Angels – Chapter 1
''Nn... where... am I...?''
Origami was confused, though that was putting it lightly. Her head pulsated with pain like a war drum was banging in her skull, her vision was painfully blurry and unfocused, and her mouth was so dry it was like she hadn't drunk anything in days.
As her vision began to clear up and her mind refocused she looked around, frowning as she found herself in a spacious, empty room. It was in the perfect shape of a cube, with featureless dark blue walls, floor and ceiling that seemed to be made from entirely from metal. She tried to recall how she got here but drew a blank, her last memory being going to sleep in her bed.
When she attempted to move she found she couldn't, the metallic rattling of chains reaching her ears and making her heart skip a beat. She lolled her head to the side, blue eyes widening in surprise as she found her arms bound out to the sides by thick metal chains, runic glyphs marred into the metal. Glancing down revealed that her legs were also bound together, and she realised a second later that her position was in a cross shape, like how Jesus was pinned on the cross.
''Well, well. Awake at last, I see.''
Origami looked up, spotting an unfamiliar man in a suit entering the room, his ashen blond hair and dark eyes distinctly unusual for someone so youthful-looking. She felt a tingling at the back of her mind, like she knew him from somewhere, but the feeling slipped away before she could focus on it.
''Who... where...?'' Origami breathed, grunting weakly as she tried to straighten up.
''Hm...'' The man rubbed his chin thoughtfully. ''You may address me simply as 'Isaac'. It'll be easier that way.''
The second the name slipped past his lips, it clicked. Isaac. Isaac Westcott. The man who proclaimed he wished to kill Shido, to see her and the others 'despair'. It was like a fog had lifted from her mind, her body tensing up as she went on high alert, struggling viciously against the chains.
Isaac only seemed amused by her struggles. ''As for where you are... well, that isn't important. All you need to know is that you are now in my care.''
The way he said that made a shiver run up Origami's spine, but she stubbornly ignored the sensation. Instead she focused on her Angel, attempting to summon it – only for her attempt to fizzle out, like something suddenly cut the connection.
''Ah, don't bother trying to resist.'' Isaac noted almost casually, like he was talking about the weather. ''Those little chains are there for a reason.''
''...why? Why do this?''
Isaac smiled broadly, as if he had been hoping she'd ask that. ''Hmhm, that's quite simple, really. Your power, your... 'Angel'. I want it – but I won't take it, you see. That would be a waste. Rather, imagine what would happen if your power... evolved? Can you imagine how much more powerful it could be, once it assumes its 'true form'?''
Origami narrowed her eyes at him. ''Release me.''
''I think not.'' Isaac responded unflinchingly, unaffected by her sharp gaze. ''Don't give me that look; you have no power here. The only reason you're even conscious is because your power cannot be extracted while unconscious, due to the protective nature of the mind. It's quite troublesome, you know?''
Isaac slowly walked towards her as he spoke, drawing so close she could've struck him if her arms weren't bound. ''So here is what's going to happen, 'Devil Angel'. I, am going to break you. And you are going to resist. That's good. Fight it, struggle and scream all you want. Your defiance will only make the process easier.''
The businessman raised a hand, hovering it right in front of her face and blocking her view of the room.
''Now... Beelzebub, Ashufiriya...''
Anything else Isaac said was muted as the world around her seemed to slow, and the last thing she saw was the pages of a book closing around her.
X-x-X
''Nn...?''
Origami's eyes fluttered open, an unfamiliar beige ceiling greeting her. She laid still for a second, her mind still reeling from the sudden disorientation, before she mustered her strength and turned her head to the left.
The room that laid before her was one she had never seen before, with wooden floorboards and yellow-painted stone walls. The walls curled in a constant circle like she was inside of a tower, no corners to be seen. A staircase was at the far end of the modest room, going down. Bookshelves full of books lined the walls, a rocking chair sat off to the left while an open window was off to the right – revealing a vast blue sky beyond.
The silver-haired girl grunted softly as she sat up, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed – noting that it was made from a fancy-looking, but uncomfortably firm material. If she was to estimate, it looked like something out of the 17th century. Hell the whole room looked like it was several centuries old, albeit well maintained.
''Where am I...?'' Origami muttered, standing up – stubbornly ignoring the brief wave of nausea that threatened to make her fall over. Instead she examined herself, noting that she was wearing her school uniform... despite having gone to bed in her pyjamas.
She wandered over to the open window, her eyes widening as she found a vast stretch of greenery outside – high mountains on either side, forming a valley between. A worn dirt path cut through the grass, leading from her position out towards a forest, a few squirrels and rabbits visible within the greenery. A quick lean out the window also confirmed her previous suspicion; she was inside a tower.
''Isaac?'' Origami spoke aloud, but received no response.
She looked up at the blue sky, her eyes narrowing at the clouds. They all moved with lazy slowness... but the thing that drew her attention was their shape. All of them were identical. Not a single small or overly big cloud; all of them were the same generic white cloud.
Origami turned around, examining the room with a more critical eye – her focus shifting to the books. As she stepped closer she could read the title. Rapunzel. All of the books were titled that, regardless of their shape or size. With her sharp mind it didn't take much to connect the dots.
''You put me in a fairy tale...?'' Origami murmured, glaring at the books. She didn't even fit the role of Rapunzel; her hair was far too short to even cosplay as the fictional woman.
Gentle movement downstairs startled her out of her thoughts, stiffening up in surprise. Cautiously she tried to summon her Angel, a grimace marring her expression as she failed to even form a partial connection. With no other option she grabbed one of the books for defence, carefully approaching the staircase and creeping down the thin wooden steps.
The room below was equally as open, something between a kitchen and a living room. 17th-century cookware lined the wall, a wooden table with two chairs situated in the middle of the room. A weak-looking wooden door was built into the far side of the room, two open windows on either side and revealing the greenery outside.
Origami's attention however was on the woman sitting by the table, wearing a baggy brown dress with her equally-brown hair tied into a bun, her murky green eyes unfocused and staring at nothing in particular. It was hard to determine her age, easily ranging from her mid-twenties to her late-forties.
As she descended the stairs the woman turned to face her. ''Good morning, Rapunzel.''
''My name is Origami.''
''Ah, playing dress-up today, are we?'' The woman smiled, but the gesture looked so... hollow, so void of genuine life.
Origami narrowed her eyes suspiciously, carefully approaching the woman – not letting go of the book, lest she need to defend herself. ''Where am I?''
''Home, of course.''
''Where?''
''Home, of course.''
''What country?''
''Home, of course.''
The way the unnamed woman spoke, using the exact same tone and inflection each time she repeated herself, only served to fuel Origami's growing suspicion. The woman wasn't real, or at least wasn't a real person. She acted more like a robot with a set line of responses than a sentient being with intelligence.
''Hmph.'' Origami huffed, walking past the robotic woman and heading for the door.
As she laid her hand on the wooden knob, however, the woman spoke.
''I wouldn't do that if I were you.''
Origami turned, glancing over her shoulder and glaring lightly at the unknown woman. ''Why?''
The woman smiled hollowly. ''Home, of course.''
In response Origami threw the book, watching as the heavy object passed by the woman by mere inches – but the woman didn't even blink, still giving that same empty smile even as the book struck the wall behind her.
''Hn.'' Origami frowned, ignoring the woman's advice and swinging the door open.
A pleasantly cool breeze hit her immediately, the scent of grass dew reaching her nose. The valley stretched out before her, the mountains on either side stretching easily a hundred metres up and at an angle far too steep to climb, leaving the only option to move forwards towards the forest. Something she did after a moment of hesitation, following the dirt path towards the vast green shrubbery.
''For someone wielding such a power...'' Origami muttered to herself, glaring at the sky. ''You seem remarkably uninformed about fairy tales, Isaac. Next time do your research, or get someone more skilled to do it.''
She wasn't even sure if he could hear her, but she hoped he could – and that her words stung. She stubbornly refused to let her frustration show on her face, to give him even a sliver of pleasure at seeing her struggle. His last words echoed in her head, about how he expected her to resist. Was he being truthful that her resistance would help him? Or was it reverse-psychology, trying to get her to surrender under the notion of hindering him?
The thought troubled her. She had been too disoriented to properly read him, to see if he was being honest about his intentions or feeding her a line of lies to make her unknowingly do his bidding. For all she knew resisting would help him, or conversely surrendering would help him. The lack of information frustrated her to no end.
Soon the open grassy valley narrowed, flowers replaced by shrubs and bushes. Origami glanced around cautiously as she entered the thick forest, scanning the area for any possible threats, but finding nothing more than a few skittish rabbits and curious squirrels.
It was clear not many people walked down this path, as the forestry around her began to leak onto the path, forcing her to wade through the bushes opposed to walking around them – lest she lose the path entirely. It got to the point that she was moving through bushes near-constantly, barely able to see the dirt path beneath herself.
Chirping above her drew her attention briefly, looking up at a Robin that sat on a nearby branch, watching her. She continued walking, though lifted her arm and gave the bird a little wave. To her surprise the bird almost immediately flew away... as did all the other birds in the neighbouring trees.
''Strange...'' Origami frowned, lowering her hand. ''Such little movement doesn't usually scar-''
Her private murmurings were interrupted as her foot didn't meet dirt, instead hitting nothing but air. The sudden lack of footing took Origami by surprise, a gasp slipping past her lips as she fell forwards through a bush – before she plunged into a pool of murky green liquid.
''Mm!'' Origami grunted, bubbling slipping through her parted lips as she flailed briefly, her hands scrambling for something to grip onto.
She found a grip on a nearby shrub, allowing her to yank herself up – her head breaching the surface of the water and allowing her to gasp in a gulp of air. She tightened her hold on the bush and waded through the oddly thick liquid, moving towards the edge of the small pool. The greenish liquid clung to her clothes as she moved, more akin to slime than actual water.
''No wonder... nobody walks the path...'' Origami muttered grumpily, grunting as she exerted herself.
Bushes surrounded the pool of green liquid, a rough slope near the far end. The other sides of the pool were too steep for her to climb up, and she didn't trust the bushes to not break if she pulled on them too hard, so she slowly waded her way over to the slope. Her irritation slowly bubbled inside her the longer she remained in the green liquid, her clothes becoming saturated with the stuff. The only mercy was that the water was pleasantly warm opposed to freezing cold. If anything it actually felt kind of good against her skin.
Soft crinkling and hissing made her pause, however. Origami looked down, her eyes wandering over herself before she spotted the source – freezing up at the sight of her clothes disintegrating. It was slow but clearly visible, the fabric falling apart like toilet paper in water. Her shirt was slowly falling apart, revealing spots of her peachy skin beneath, but her skirt was disintegrating at a much faster rate – no doubt due to the fact everything below her waist was still submerged.
''Of course...'' Origami muttered disdainfully, green liquid sloshing around her as she waded through it at a faster pace.
Her skin began to tingle the longer she remained in the pool, a spark of unease rising in her stomach at the thought, mildly concerned of what the mystery liquid was doing to her. Considering it was dissolving her clothes, she didn't want to find out if it could dissolve her skin and bones too.
''Nn...!'' The teen grunted with exertion, grabbing onto a hanging vine and pulling herself forwards.
Unbeknownst to the irritated teen the water behind her quietly bubbled, before a smooth green tentacle slowly rose out of the liquid, or more correctly out of the slime. Origami lifted herself up onto the slight slope, muttering to herself and trying to wipe the lingering goop off her clothes, not noticing the tentacle slither up behind her – before it darted forth, wrapping around her right ankle.
''Hn?!'' Origami flinched, looking down at the tentacle in surprise. ''Wha-?!''
Before she could verbalise her shock the tentacle reacted, lifting her up into the air and eliciting a cry of surprise from the silver-haired girl. Due to its grip on her ankle Origami ended up being suspended upside-down, her right leg hanging in the air while her head swayed below. She had hit her head against the ground when it lifted her, leaving her disoriented for a long few seconds, giving the slime-monster time to act.
''Huh...?'' Origami blinked, tensing up as a second tentacle slithered up towards her, hovering in front of her face. ''What... are yo-''
Origami was silenced as the tentacle jerked forwards with surprising speed, plunging into her open mouth and startling her, nearly gagging as it bumped against the back of her throat. She instinctively closed her mouth around the tentacle, digging her teeth into its slick length, but found to her horror that her teeth couldn't puncture the surface. It was almost like rubber, both in texture and taste.
She struggled defiantly against the tentacle, using her hands to try and pull it out but it stubbornly stayed inside her, thrusting into her mouth like it was from a hentai. As that though struck her a cold shiver ran through her, realising what Isaac potentially meant by 'breaking' her.
That chilling thought was reinforced as several more green tentacles rose out of the slimy water beneath her, brushing against her arms and slithering up her body. The slime beneath her had done its job and disintegrated most of her clothes, her dark blue skirt barely more than tatters and her pink panties almost completely gone, only the waistband left clinging onto her hips. Her black jacket and white school shirt had a few holes in them, but due to the fact she was upside-down they sagged, exposing her toned stomach.
Knowing what they were planning Origami quickly covered her pussy with left hand while trying to fight off the tentacles with her right, swatting at them with a burning blush on her cheeks. A shudder ran through her lithe frame as the tentacles probed her body, curling around her slim legs and nuzzling her stomach, as if exploring her. Looking for somewhere to enter.
One tentacle reached her hand, pressing against her fingers curiously before becoming more insistent, nudging and prodding eagerly. Origami grimaced, stubbornly keeping her hand there. Nobody was allowed to touch there – nobody but Shido, that is. She wanted her first time to be with him, and most certainly not with some slime-tentacle creature.
A tentacle suddenly slithered around her wrist, yanking her hand aside and leaving her virgin lips exposed. Origami gasped as the other tentacle immediately nuzzled her pussy lips, gently pushing against her soft folds aside and slithering inside – a surprised groan escaping her as the tentacle entered her, the sound muted by the tentacle currently fucking her mouth.
''No... sthp...'' Origami's muffled plead went unheeded, a powerful shudder running through the teen as the tentacle began thrusting, eagerly plunging into her pussy.
She spasmed as a jolt of reluctant pleasure shot through her, eliciting a startled groan from Origami. She had touched herself before, mainly to prepare herself for her first time with Shido, but the sensation of being filled by the tentacle was unlike anything she had ever felt. It wriggled and squirmed inside her, pushing deeper into her pussy and making her pelvis tingle pleasantly, her body unheeding of her own disgust.
As she was defiled by the tentacle its brethren weren't idle either, several other tentacles slithering up and down her suspended body. One bold one managed to sneak up her shirt, moving up until it reached her bra – unintentionally nudging the thin fabric up, revealing her small round breasts to the creature.
''Mn!'' Origami groaned in surprise as the tentacle wrapped around her boob, squeezing it as best it could – but her breasts were too small for it to get a solid grip, not helped by how slick the tentacle itself was.
The tentacle seemed to realise that, retreating out of her shirt... before two other tentacles rose out of the slime. These ones looked different than the others, having a more pointed tip opposed to the penis-like head the others did. They slithered through the air towards her, and before her eyes she watched as they the pointed tips opened like a flower bud – before they spat globs of green slime at her chest.
Origami grunted in quiet surprise, her attention briefly waning as the other tentacle eagerly plunged into her burning pussy, making her body jolt each time. The gentle hissing sound of her clothes dissolving drew her attention however, her cheeks flushing darkly as the globs of green slime rapidly disintegrated her shirt and jacket. Her bra wasn't spared either, dissolving and leaving her small boobs exposed – the goop tickling her peachy skin almost-pleasantly.
Something the mouth-tentacles promptly exploited, shooting towards her breasts and latching onto them.
''Nn!'' Origami gasped, spasming as thousands of tiny tentacles licked and teased her sensitive breasts.
The Spirit moaned as all the tentacles seemed to speed up, plunging into her mouth and pussy with ravenous abandon. The blood was starting to rush to her head from being upside-down so long, only serving to make the burning heat in her pussy feel better – an uncertain groan slipping past her lips as the tentacle bumped against her cervix, filling her completely with each eager thrust.
'No... stop...' Origami thought dimly, her already-weak struggles slowing as she surrendered to the tentacles, her body burning up. 'Shido...'
Wet smacking reached her ears, her arousal leaking down her stomach and up towards her breasts as the tentacle continued pounding her. Her legs buckled each time it drove into her and she let her eyes flutter shut, her jaw starting to hurt from the tentacle slamming into her mouth so roughly. Her thoughts turned towards Shido, wondering how he would react if he saw her like this – moaning lewdly as she was violated by tentacles. The fact she was on some level enjoying the tentacles only made her feel more guilty.
Her pelvis burned and twisted with mind-melting pleasure, and from experience Origami knew what it meant, and was powerless to resist her own orgasm. ''Mn... ahh... I can't...''
The tentacle plunged into her pussy, hitting her deepest parts and setting her nerves on fire with a sudden jolt of white-hot pleasure – her eyes snapping open as it tipped her over the edge. ''M-Mm~!''
Pleasure coursed through every fibre of her being, her skin scorching hot as she writhed lewdly, uncaring of her own juices dribbling down her body – the tentacle continuing to thrust into her wet pussy, sloshing her juices about with its eager motions.
That was until the tentacle plunged into her and suddenly went stiff, as did the one in her mouth... before from the slime below, several bulges travelled up the length of the tentacles. Origami was too lost in her own bliss to notice, her half-lidded eyes not spotting the bulges until it was too late.
''Mn?'' Origami groaned in confusion as the bulge pressed against her lips, forcing her mouth open wider – before thick ropes of cum shot into her open mouth and down her throat, startling her with the startlingly salty taste.
Another bulge came a second later, depositing more cum into her mouth and muffling her weak whimper. As she reluctantly swallowed the thick cum she became acutely aware of something pressing against her pussy lips, before a bulge entered her folds – a choked gasp escaping her as spurts of cum shot into her sensitive pussy, the sensation making her spasm.
''A-Ah...'' Origami mewled shakily as the mouth-tentacles detached from her tender breasts and slithered away, the green tentacle in her mouth also pulling out – allowing her to breathe freely once more. A shudder ran through her as the last tentacle slid out of her pussy, her lower lips almost achingly sensitive and the slightest touch making her twitch.
To her surprise however the tentacle around her ankle also released her. Without anything to support herself she fell – a muted gasp escaping Origami as she fell into the pool of slime. The warm fluid felt nice against her skin, but she knew the truth about it now – wasting no time in trying to escape the pool of slime-tentacles.
''Haah!'' Origami sucked in a breath as her head poked out the water, her legs brushing against the bottom of the pool as she neared the slope, her sole way to escape.
But her limbs were weak and shaky from her defilement, unable to properly grip onto the vine and she slipped, desperately grabbing onto the dirt incline and digging her nails into the ground, yanking herself up. She pulled herself out the slime and onto the slope, hastily pulling herself further upwards and back towards the forest.
Just as she neared the top she felt the familiar slickness of a tentacle brush against her shin, and before she could react it yanked her to the side – the sudden motion rolling her onto her side. Another tentacle grabbed her other leg, spreading each limb out to the side and spreading her legs apart – revealing her leaking pussy to the pool of slime, her hands desperately clawing at the slick green tentacles.
''Not again...'' Origami muttered almost pleadingly, hoping on some level the tentacle would respond.
If it did understand her, it didn't care for her pleas. With a spark of fear Origami watched as a much thicker tentacle rose out of the slime pool, slithering towards her with predatory slowness. She shuddered as the thick tip rubbed against her pussy lips, frightening her with the sheer size – easily twice that of the last tentacle.
''It won't fit...'' The silver-haired Spirit murmured, wincing as the tentacle ignored her – prodding her sensitive pussy before pushing inside.
Origami gasped, back instinctively arching as her inner walls were forced to stretch around its ample length, the slickness of the large tentacle doing little to ease the penetration. Her hands darted down and latched onto the thick tentacle, trying to stop it lest she literally break from its sheer size – but it ignored her attempts, inching ever deeper into her wet pussy.
She struggled against the tentacles binding her legs, barely able to make her legs shift about with how tightly they were bound – a weak groan escaping her as the thick tentacle sunk deeper, sending a fresh burst of mild pain and hot pleasure shooting through her. Panic bubbled in her heart as it forced its way deeper, her honey unintentionally aiding it and allowing it to sink further into her folds – before it bumped against her cervix, fully buried inside her.
''Nn...'' Origami shuddered, groaning weakly as the thick tentacle pulled out – only to slam back in a second later. ''Ah!''
Origami threw her head back, gasping loudly as the tentacle actually started thrusting – a powerful spasm running through each time it buried itself inside her pussy, her lower lips stretched to their limit and barely able to accommodate the large tentacle. The pain of being stretched dimmed the more it fucked her, transforming into unwanted pleasure – a throaty moan passing her lips as it penetrated her again.
''S-Shido...'' Origami muttered under her breath, moaning as the tentacle plunged into her weeping pussy again.
She couldn't even pretend it was Shido having sex with her; the tentacle was far bigger than any human cock. Hell due to the size she was pretty sure a regular dick couldn't compare, and a small, infinitesimally small part of her feared that she would never be able to get herself off again, unable to reach the same level of pleasure that the tentacle gave her.
''Mn... no...'' Origami shuddered, groaning lowly as the burning heat in her pussy was becoming too much for her. ''I-I'm... a-aga- AHH~!''
Origami's sharp cry echoed throughout the forest as she climaxed again, her tongue hanging out her mouth as hot pleasure rushed through her, nearly making her mind go blank. Her orgasm was only extended as the thick tentacle continued thrusting, battering against her cervix over and over again all the while stuffing her pussy to the brim.
''Ohh...'' The petite teen moaned weakly, shakily gasping in air as she was forced down from her climatic high – and back into an ocean of pleasure, whether she wanted it or not.
''S-Shido... s-save me...''
X-x-X
Back in reality, Isaac grinned broadly as he stood before Origami – a dead look on her face yet her eyes wide open, her consciousness taken away by Ashufiriya.
Isaac glanced off to the side, staring at a DEM Grunt sitting against the wall – also wearing a dead look on his face, eyes open and his mind gone. After all, creating a monster with its own will was dangerous. But transporting a human's mind into the body of a monster, with explicit orders to violate the target unendingly? That was far more useful, more controllable.
''Ah well, if it doesn't work, it doesn't work.'' Isaac murmured to himself, chuckling softly and turning away. ''After all... I've got plenty of time, and plenty of resources to experiment with... Ellen.''
''Yes?'' His dutiful assistant perked up, a step behind him as always.
''Have another team ready. I want to see how 'Sister' will react, hmhmhm...''
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