When Pamela Isley approached the door of Shemrock Hall, her heart pulsed with excitement. She was ready for this. She was ready for love, ready for passion, ready for control! God Himself will tremble before me… she thought savagely, her entire body quivering as she rubbed her leg slowly with the green rubber gloves she wore. Her desires were fiery, her body a conduit of hot necessity. The evening was shadowy and cool, and it balanced out well as the campus darkened more and more with a bleeding sunset.
Shemrock Hall was two stories, but there were only five bedrooms in its entirety, a shared house for the five psychology majors at Gotham University who gave the school the most money. Naturally, Otto Rock's family gave an annual one million to the university budget, and thus, he lived within this palace of ivory walls, stain glass windows and private-fence shielded botanical wonderland. As she stepped through the black iron gate and gazed up at the magnificent house, her heart exploded with wonder and envy… To live in such a place would be monarchy.
As she stood upon the cobblestone path that lead to the porch, Pamela held her gloved hands before her and gazed at her palms. Smooth, clean, the gloves felt good and natural to wear… and inside, her power. In the very middle of the palms were the tiniest incisions, which through protruded a spongy material… the other end of which sat calmly uninterrupted against her skin. She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply, and breathed out her anxiety into confidence… false confidence.
Dr. Stefan couldn't help me… my parents couldn't help me… Alissa couldn't help me… No one can help me… No one can help me…
She could help herself, now. She was always the only one who could.
The porch was cold under her bare feet. She wore nothing but a simple, lime-green nightgown, silky and shimmering. This was the first time she had ever felt a desire to wear something so…tight? Revealing?... in public.
Knock, knock, knock.
The redwood door echoed loudly in the massive lobby behind it. She heard voices from a gaming room to the right suddenly diminish in their loudness, and Pamela freaked. IDIOT! THERE ARE GOING TO BE MORE PEOPLE THAN HIM IN THERE! Heart racing, sweat pulsing, she looked around and saw a large brush of Cotinus. Diving forward into its green sanctuary, she forced herself as low into the heavy foliage as she could, and waited with held breath. The foliage was so close to the porch, feet away from the door, though now she was on a lower position.
The door opened, and a pair of feet appeared on the porch. It was not Otto Rock. It was someone she had never met before, a man in his thirties, by the looks of it, scrawny with wireframe spectacles. "Hello!?" he called out, looking around wildly, a puzzled look on his face. "Hello!?"
Pamela dared not move, dared not breath…
The man stomped his foot impatiently, swearing under his breath, but noticed the gate open.
"Who the hell is it!?" someone called from the gaming room, where the shooting of their multiplayer had ceased. Pamela's heart wrenched. That voice belonged to Otto Rock.
"Someone pulling pranks," the man called out. "Knocked on the door and ran off. Wasting our time. I'm gonna close the gate they left open."
"Well hurry the fuck up, I was beating your sorry ass!" someone else called, and others in there laughed as the sounds of high fives met Pamela's ears. Shaking with fury and anxiety, she watched as the man hopped down to the steps and onto the cobbled path. If he closed that gate, he would most likely lock it! Why had she not made it look like it was closed!? More, why had she only thought to come across Otto Rock in a five bedroom house!? STUPID, STUPID, STUPID…
Heart racing, and mind working fast, she crawled out from the foliage and sprinted. At this point, desperation overcame her, and as the last of the sunset burned away into total darkness, necessity became key now, and she acted without really knowing why she was acting or what would happen…
The man heard the pitter pattering of her sprint behind him, but nevertheless was not fast enough to stop what she would later recall as her "first assault." With her left hand she scooped the back of his head and pulled him in. With her right, she forced her palm against his mouth, and squeezed the spongy material from within. When she did that, two things happened almost immediately: a powerful, perfume-like aroma saturated the air around them both… and the man's expression suddenly shifted from utter shock to utter daze.
He moaned something through her gloves, and she pulled her hand away, breathing hard, her heart hammering excitedly and endlessly…
He stared at her with a gaping mouth, swaying on the spot. His mouth hung stupidly open, and his eyes had widened as he beheld her with the look of deepest awe.
"Hi…" he said stupidly, almost like a drunk in the way he articulated himself. Pamela gasped, stepping back in a mixture of shock and surprise. He's… he's not fighting… he's not demanding to know why I'm on their property… I… I have to test it… I have to KNOW… This is not the way she had expected it to go… not at all. But she feigned confidence nonetheless, and picked up her ar. Where are you going, arm? What are you doing!? It rested across his left shoulder… and for some reason unknown to her, she was moving forward, breaking the space between the two and filling in an awkward closeness that gave him no comfort zone…but he did not seem to register a comfort zone.
"Hi," she breathed in his face, lips trembling as she held him close to her… Had she wrapped her right leg around his left!? She had… she had, and she had no idea as to why she did just that… I have to…keep this going… I have to know… She brushed his left cheek with her left hand. "My name is Pamela," she whispered to him, her green eyes boring into his dark brown. She lightly tapped him on the lip with a finger. Wait, what did I just do?
A brilliant, wide smile overcame him, and he stuttered, "K-K-Kevin…" Whispered the stutter… almost craved to stutter…
Pamela smiled now. Why am I smiling!? WHY!? She leaned forward. WHAT AM I DOING!? Kissed his cheek. DID I JUST… NO… BUT WHAT AM I DOING….!? Kevin almost crumpled in her arms, his body going limp as he tittered into a fit of stupid, dumb chuckles… Pamela snorted, despite herself. WHAT IS GOING ON!? "Do you want me?" she hissed into his ear, licking his earlobe. PAMELA!? PAMELA, WHAT ARE YOU SAYING!? What was she saying!? What was she doing!? Everything she did, everything she said… it was all coming out not from her, but from somewhere else… from someone else…
"Y-yes!" Kevin hissed into her ear. She could feel his hands groping her. Groping her! It made her jump at first, feeling him squeeze her like that on…on those…on her… She grabbed his hand and held them there, breathing hard, terrified…terrified and elated! And then she did something she had never seen herself doing. She herself groped him, and found something down there, alive and firm. Kevin's grip on her tightened… the smell of the pheromones were intensifying around them.
"Come with me!" Pamela hissed, her eyes wide with fear as she pulled him away, into the darkness beyond the gate. WHAT AM I DOING!? WHAT AM I DOING!? WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU TAKING… THIS GUY!? WHAT DOES HE HAVE TO DO WITH ANY OF THIS!? She watched through her eyes as she traced a path down the hill from Shemrock, away from the lavish palace of rich pricks and into the darkness of the trees near her own dorm home at Wallaby Circle.
The circle tonight was abandoned: it was a Saturday night, and everyone was enjoying their weekend away from campus. Nevertheless, she kept to the shadows as she pulled the man around the side of her home, and quickly got them inside, slamming the door shut behind them.
Kevin stood ogling her in the entry hall, examining every inch of her, drooling as he zombilly moaned. "You're so beautiful," he breathed. "So perfect…" His voice was not his own: it was the voice of one whose mind had been taken. Pamela, despite herself, grinned, feeling elation grow within at this triumph. He was nothing. Had nothing. Her experiment had been a success… wrong target, yes, but nevertheless, a success. Of course, only half of it was. The other half was yet to be seen: memory loss. She was sure that the correct dosage of Tylonius Jaquez was in effect: the rare African flower, beautifully stolen from the private lab of Dr. Isaac Marcus ('Better luck next time,' read the note from the signed 'Jasmine.') was of a potent power. The man would eventually pass out… and when he awoke, he would have no recollection for at least a twelve hour range… or so she hoped. She was risking prison with this. If he awoke from his stupor at any time… Well, she would just have to think about it quickly, how to smuggle him back to Shemrock. Even now, his friends would be looking for him…
BRING HIM BACK, PAMELA! BRING HIM BACK NOW! she screamed at herself. She knew she had to. She knew it had to be soon. She nodded. She would do the right thing…
And by right thing, she set out upon Kevin. She forced herself right at him, throwing her arms around his neck and planting her lips upon him. Even now, she was sure that when Otto Rock and his friends had raped her… she was sure that they had kissed her. But a first kiss is something that you are conscious of: you are awake and aware. And so, with Kevin, she experienced her first kiss on her own terms. It tasted funny, like brushing one's lips hard into a jello cake. Unsure of what to do, really, she sort of moved her head in a circular motion, but nothing really seemed…amplified by it. When she pulled away, however, Kevin's head went back and he exhaled loudly, his quivering hands resting upon her hips. There! she told herself. There! Your first real kiss! You've done it! Now go, now! Take him back now, Pamela! His purpose is served. This is supposed to be Otto Rock, standing here, enslaved by your power! Take Kevin back and try Otto another night!
But her body was telling her otherwise. The sensation of the kiss, though lacking in tasteful amplification, did other wonders to other places. Fire within a plant. Flame within ice. These were reasonable to the sensations, and gave her a sense of… control? Was it control? Whatever the hell it was, it was happiness. It was genuine, too.
Pamela!? Pamela, no!
She quite forcibly threw him to the floor… he did not seem to mind at all. On the contrary, he gasped out excitedly, his body shaking with joy. More terrified than she had ever been, she climbed down to him and forced her hand against his mouth again, employing another, more concentrated dose of the pheromones. By this point, he was positively screaming now, positively giggling. And she? She was removing her gloves, quite rapidly at that, intent on touching him with bare hands. The skin beneath his Gotham Minotaurs t-shirt felt…so exquisite? So silk-like? What do people say? What do people think of?
PAMELA, DON'T DO THIS!
Ah yes… yes… I know now. It feels like the sand on the beach…
Pamela….
It feels like waves of salt are crashing upon my very hands….
Pam…
She grinned savagely, popping her neck loudly. "No…" she whispered, glancing down at the green gloves upon the floor. Her heart felt secure. Pamela was not her name, at least not right now. Right now, Pamela was asleep. She needed another name. Another meaning to herself. The green gloves continued to draw her eye almost sensually in their own regard. Nearby, a single potted plant of ivory-sickles, and hanging down from the large stem, clumps of dark green-
"Ivy," she whispered to herself, and she actually hugged herself fully when she said that…word. "Ivy…" She closed her eyes, thanking Mother Earth for how right it felt. "Thank you…"
"Ivy… ha ha…" Kevin looked out of his mind, clawing at her chest… touching her… There went the sensations again. And now what was she doing? Pulling her-
-my gown up… I'm doing this… I'm really doing this…
-tossing the gown aside-
-into the corner… far away from me…
He touched her again on bare breasts. He's found them… he's touching them… Why is he touching them? Why am I not stopping him? WhyamIdoingthisrightnowIdon'tknowwhatIamdoingwhatdoIknowaboutthiskindofthing?
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Ouch… he…he's rough…
GIVE THEM TO HIM.
I CAN'T.
GIVE THEM! GIVE THEM TO HIM, IVY!
She felt calmness wash over her now. Ivy… yes, Ivy… She was not Pamela, the terrified, weak, vulnerable creature that everyone had always called a sniveling little mental case. She was… Ivy. Who was Ivy? Was it the deep part of herself that had always thrived, that had always encouraged her personal, terrifying strengths? Was that Ivy?
Kevin bit her. She wanted to scream aloud, to prod him and scratch him, to slice him and bruise him… But she-
-pulling him closer, are you? Sure. You go, Ivy. You go. Let him nibble. Let him TASTE.
She did. She really did… She did?
YES! He was…suckling? Was that what they called it? True suckling, like a desperate babe? But it felt so good… so good…
MOTHER EARTH, IT FEELS GOOD. GIVE IT. DON'T…STOP…NO…HAVE TO…CAN'T…
RAPE HIM.
NO! HE HASN'T DONE ANYTHING TO ME! HE'S NOT GUILTY! OTTO'S GUILTY! OTTO'S THE ONE I'M SUPPOSED TO RAPE!
Rape…him… rape Kevin.
PLEASE, NO!
RAPE, KEVIN…
PLEASE…
LOOK, PAMELA! LOOK WITH YOUR SOUL!
She did look. She opened the heart's eyes, and the eyes of the soul. The eyes of desire. And she saw Otto before her, lying on the floor, suckling her breast… It was Otto… yes, it was Otto… If she saw Otto, then Mother Earth intended it to be Otto and so Otto he would be… not Kevin… had to be Otto….had to be Otto…. Otto…OttoOttoOttoOttoOtto….
And so she raped him. So she raped Kevin, who she saw as Otto. Tonight was a night of firsts. Tonight, you did things unimaginable, unheard of…beautifully evil. MOTHER EARTH, GIVE THIS TO ME, THEN!
When she became nude, so did he…delusional, inebriated, they became like Adam and Eve within the Garden of Eden, bare in full, unhindered by human garments.
But what will come now? She was sitting atop him… naked. But what happened now? WHAT HAPPENED NOW!? His eyes were closed, and he was clawing at the floor… begging for her!?
"Please, Ivy… please, Ivy…" Please? Please what? What did he want her to do?
Between her legs, it had grown…big. Very big, and very firm. She touched it. Guiltily, she smiled. No, not smiled. Grinned. She liked how it felt. She liked its shape and its coloration, a firm blueness with purple. And veins, too. Pretty blue veins.
"I know what you want me to do," she whispered at length. She could feel it within herself…wetness. The ability to enter was within their power, as he body allowed.
But I've never… I wouldn't even know how to…
RAPE HIM, PAMELA. RAPE HIM IVY. RAPE HIM PAMELA. RAPE HIM IVY.
Tears trickled down her face as she…inserted it? Sheathed it? How did one put it? How must one always put it? She could not care. Could not find the time to care. When it was…inside…two things came at once: pain, and pleasure. Both were married in some twisted, corrupting balance, both destroying her and creating her anew.
My first time…it's my first time…my first time…my first time…
"No," said Otto Rock, grinning up at her. "Remember? I was your first time… I was your first time…"
Pamela closed her eyes, inhaling deeply as she tried to push away the image of Otto… but no! NO! She could not. Because if she saw Kevin again, then she would be raping Kevin! She had to rape Otto! She had to rape only Otto! And so she forced his image back to the host, and when she did, her sexual elevation amplified, giving her the confidence she needed to continue this secret act of evil. She began to move her body in a dark rhythm of confidence, becoming more and more heated by each passing second. She began to exhaled, over and over, sweating… clawing at him…
DOES IT FEEL THIS GOOD ALWAYS? MUST IT FEEL SO GOOD!?
Why would it not, Ivy? Why would it not, goddess?
"GODDESS!" she screamed, ramming her fists down upon Kevin's face. He let out a cry of pain and pleasure himself when she did it… and immediately succumbed to a priority of pleasure. But she realized something when she did that: she liked hurting him. She wanted to hit him again. Nevertheless, she held her hand back, dancing more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more…
Kevin was crying out now. His entire body was crimson, and his face strained. His eyes were clenched shut, and he was crying. Crying! Tears were falling down his face… as they were hers. But I don't care why he's crying… I only care that he continues to do so.
She jerked him forward and kissed him, with a passion that she would later accuse of being 'insatiable' and 'ravenous' and whatever else the fuck people were supposed to say about their "divine sex lives.' Ha! As if… what was a sex life, compared to goddesshood? That was what she had achieved. Divinity! He would cry for her, as he did not… and he would gasp for her, as he did now… Perhaps he could serve her, even.
"Oh, Otto…" she moaned. "Oh, Otto…"
Kevin, in his state, giggled uncontrollably. "Ivy…Ivy… I love you, Ivy…"
She popped her neck again, loudly. "You owe me more than your love," she whispered. What? What does that even mean? Why did you say it? "I don't know," she whispered aloud. "I don't know why I said it…"
You've crossed a line, Pamela. I just don't know which one…
"You're right…" She sighed loudly, gazing longingly into the eyes of Otto…of Kevin… She shook her head, trying to force the image to Otto… Kevin beamed up at her. The spell broke. Horror overtook her at once, and she let out a scream, pulling away and out as she sprinted across the room and into the kitchen. She collapsed against the counter, sobbing into her arms, trembling all over…
NO! No, no, no, no, WHY!? WHY DID I DO IT!? WHY DID I DO THAT TO HIM!?
What do you mean, why? her shaking almost seemed to ask. What do you mean, why?
I wasn't supposed to0 I'm not supposed to do this! NO, I AM NOT!
Too late, sister. Too late, Ivy, because you just did.
She looked back into the hall in terror and shame, seeing the mind-boggled, sensually crazed husk that was Kevin rolling about on the floor, coming! He was…
"Oh, my G-, no!" she cried, falling against the counter. "I did that!" she gasped, staring into the mirror above the sink. "I did that!"
"Against his will," her reflection said, an evil smile upon her face. And then the reflection shifted. It distorted for a moment, becoming like a pebble tossed into a pond… and then it solidified and became Otto Rock. Pamela screamed again, pulling away from it, and within, Otto did the same. "Well done, Ivy," said Otto, beaming at her. "You really are my girl."
"NO!" Pamela screamed, and she ran at the mirror, picking up a small china cow from the kitchen table and throwing it at the reflection. Glass exploded and went flying in every direction, slicing tiny bits of her as it went. Otto was disintegrated at once… but his laughter kept going, amplifying in loudness and shockwave through her mind….through her body… through her soul…
Her strength shifting, her body weakened as her stomach churned, and she slid down onto the floor. As she did, her hand scraped a kitchen's knife set against the sink side, and when it fell, it nearly hit her, just barely missing her as it clambered to the wooden floor loudly just inches from her hand. She crumpled into a corner, staring desperately at the drugged, raped Kevin, searching her very soul to find justification for the sin she had committed this night…
"I'm sorry!" she screamed at him, clawing the floor. "I'M SO SORRY!"
Kevin, meanwhile, was turning on his side, gazing lovingly over to her…he looked at her as if she were the most beautiful creation, the most tender form. "I love you," he gasped, trying in vain to crawl forward as his semen leaked onto the floor. "I love you," he whispered desperately. "I want you… I'll die for you… I'll love you… Love me!"
Pamela gasped, cradling herself against one of the table legs. "Kevin…"
He flopped over uselessly. Under the influence of the plant pheromones, he was useless eternal. She buried her face into the floor, desperately searching for the comfort of her Mother Earth…
I'm here, the voice that had always been there told her. I'm here, Pamela. And as always, I am your way. I am your light.
Please…tell me how to fix this…tell me how to go back…
Go back? The voice laughed with her own laugh. Tell me what you would be going back to.
To… I'd be going back to… to…
To what? WHAT WOULD YOU BE GOING BACK TO!?
To…I'd be going back to… to goodness. Goodness…
Goodness? Goodness me, more like. Is that what you call it, Pamela? 'Goodness'? HA! Try again.
I raped him… He never hurt me! HE NEVER TOUCHED ME!
I agree. He is innocent of the crime of forcing himself upon you.
YES!
But…
But? She froze. Her heart turned to stone.
But?
But he is guilty of the crime of humanity.
The crime…of humanity?
Yes. Simple…he EXISTS. And because of this, he has defied Mother Earth, and must be punished. THAT, Pamela, is why you took him, because deep down, inside, within your very soul, you KNEW that the time had COME…
What…time…?
She straightened up now. The time that had come, had come, had come, had come, had come…
What time?
All the time in the world.
What must I do?
Punish him. He has sinned.
What is his sin?
He exists.
And I…punish him?
You already have, Ivy. You already have punished him. Now, finish your punishment…in my name.
In…the name of Mother Earth? What…what did she have to do!? What must she do to Kevin!?
Take my sword… and strike down the enemy of Mother Earth.
Her sword…Her Sword… And suddenly, out of the corner of her eyes, something glinted. The kitchen light cast down such magnificent. Dim illumination from above the sink. It caught the blade of the kitchen knife so beautifully. So beautifully…
That?
That.
She scooped up the knife in hand, and stared deeply into the depths of the blade…into its very soul.
"I…punish…?"
"Yes…" The shards of glass all over the floor used her reflection and spoke to her. She gazed at the shards and desired to see Mother Earth more clearly.
"Do it," the shards whispered. "Only then can you atone for your sin."
"Atone?" she whispered back. The knife was shaking in hand.
"Yes. Atone."
"Yes…atone…" She looked over at Kevin. Did…she…have…the…power? She crawled forward. Baby steps. Over the threshold of the kitchen. Don't be afraid, now. Over him. He stared up and whispered that name again. "Ivy." You're a grown woman. You're growing, Ivy. Grow forever… Blossom!
"Blossom," she whispered, tears falling down onto his cheeks as she raised the glinting knife above his face. "BLOSSOM!" she screamed.
The knife plunged. It sank into his right eye. And now, Kevin truly, wonderfully, beautifully, passionately screamed. Screamed, screamed, screamed… So did she. She screamed too, pulling the knife out and sinking it, with a fierce, animalistic cry, into his stomach. Again and again she pulled it out, stabbing him fiercely and relentlessly, all the while sobbing, tears pouring out of her like a flood, and as she did so, she kept whispering one name, over and over: "Ivy…Ivy…Ivy…Ivy…Ivy…"
Blossom. Bloom.