The night was growing cool as the heat of the day radiated off of the ground, dissipating into the dry air. Raya was walking home from the market with the day’s food when she heard a whimpering cry coming from a side alley off of the main thoroughfare. She couldn’t stop herself from looking and what she saw caused her to gasp in surprise and horror.
A little girl was curled up on the ground half naked, her clothing torn off of her body. Her dark hair was loose around her head and she was covering her face, sobbing into her hands. Raya cried out in shock and, seeing no obvious threat, ran down the alley to comfort the girl.
“Everything is OK now little one,” Raya’s voice was pitched low and soothing while her thoughts ran wild. Was this the work of some deviant? Official statements said that the Holy Lands remained the safest place to live but there were always rumors. Raya lay one hand on the girl's back in a soothing gesture, “You're safe now, the bad people who did this are gone.”
The girl on the ground slowly stopped her sobbing and turned around, hands still covering her face, until in one quick movement she wrapped her tiny arms around Raya’s waist, pushing her head into the older woman’s bosom. Raya kept making soothing sounds and started to look around, trying to see if the girls’ plight had drawn any other attention. There did appear to be one man looking down the alley curiously but he wasn’t coming closer. She called out to him, “Can you get some help; someone hurt this child!”
The girl in her arms started to make a humming sound that pierced right through her. The sound was low and quiet but it drew her attention, made her focus on it. She was so focused on the hum that she didn’t notice right away when the little girl started running her hands up and down her back and nuzzling her head into her bosom.
It wasn’t until waves of pleasurable sensations began rippling through her body that Raya realized something was very wrong. She tried to pull away but despite being much stronger she couldn’t seem to manage to bring her strength to bear. Raya struggled and tried to call for help but the girl’s tiny hands had slipped under her shirt and the skin to skin contact was so much more erotic and blissful than anything else she had ever experienced; her cry came out as a whimper of joy.
The little girl continued to hum and caress Raya and her body vibrated like a tuning fork matching the resonance in the girl’s voice, her eyes glazing over as her body began to grind and flex. She could feel the moisture soaking her panties and she didn’t care. Nothing mattered but the touch of the girl and her song. Barriers she had never known existed broke down and Raya bucked as her body experienced an orgasm unlike any she had known before. She would have cried out, but as her mouth opened a firm masculine hand covered her lips sealing off the sound. Her eyes tried to focus on the man, but Raya had lost all control as her body rutted in pleasure and her mind was filled with stars.
An eternity had passed. Raya’s body was in a fog of pleasure as the little girl kept caressing her hands and arms and face. She couldn’t focus on anything, didn’t want to focus on anything except for how good she felt in that moment. The man was near them now and he was talking to the girl. She heard their voices but couldn’t process their meaning; that would have taken precious mental energy away from feeling wonderful.
“Did I do well father?”
“Always my precious. Now, come, we must bring her home. She has much to learn.”
Raya felt herself being pulled up to her feet by strong arms and it made her smile. The girl’s lilting voice told her to walk and so she did, guided by the girl’s hand as her fingers made pleasurable swirls on Raya's palms…
Raya came back to herself in inches. She remembered being guided through the streets by a man and a girl and just feeling so good she didn’t care where she was going or why she was going there. They eventually got to a building; she couldn’t remember much about the place other then it might have been large. She had been guided to a room covered in pillows. There were other people there but she didn’t recall them. Looking around she realized she was still in that room, but she was alone.
She had been stripped naked, and she still was! As Raya realized that she quickly covered her breasts and vagina as best she could with some of the pillows. She blushed furiously in shame as she remembered the little girl slipping between her legs and doing things with her fingers and mouth that had driven her to the highest heights of pleasure over and over until she had passed out.
Raya tried to stand, to move, to escape this place that she had been taken only to realize she was held to the floor by a field around her ankle. Her mind swirled trying to understand how all this had happened. Her heart felt like it was gripped by ice when she realized there was only one explanation. The girl must have been a nymph, but it didn’t make sense. Nymphs were supposed to be china dolls with bright rainbow hair, but the girl in the alley had dusky skin only a few shades off from Raya’s own and her hair had been jet black.
It must have been some sort of disguise but why? Could all those conspiracies stories be true? Was the world government really sending nymphs into the Holy Lands in order to corrupt and take over the last free nation? She was still pondering the ramifications of all that when she heard footsteps approaching the room. Raya tried to do something, to hide or escape but she was trapped. She settled for covering herself with more of the pillows and trying to look dignified.
The first person in the room was the little girl, no, the nymph. The nymph was naked and strikingly beautiful even if she appeared to be only six or seven years old. Her skin was a dusky caramel color and she had only the slightest hint of curves, her skin hairless and silky smooth. Her hair was long and black as night. Only here eyes looked strange, the irises a fiery orange. Raya blushed brightly at the sight of the nymph and felt her body responding to her presence, skin flushing as her vagina grew moist in anticipation. The nymph smiled at Raya and she had to struggle not to smile back.
Following the nymph was a man and another naked girl. At first she thought the second girl, older probably closer to ten, was another nymph but seeing the two girls next to each other she knew the older girl was a human. She lacked the unearthly perfection of the young nymph. This older girl had a glazed look in her eyes and a blissful smile on her face, as if everything was perfect. Despite the fact she was standing naked in a room with a strange woman being held captive.
The man was tall and broad wearing only a long robe. He had a smug look on his face as he eyed Raya up and down as if she was a piece of meat. She moved to cover her ample breasts with another pillow and glared daggers at him.
“Stay away from me you damned Corrupted!” Raya shout was filled with anger but she couldn’t hide the slight quaver in her voice from fear. The man only smiled more widely, he was clearly aware of who held the power in this situation.
The man’s voice was deep and confident, “Corrupted, my my such a hostile term. I’ll have you know I was born and raised in this very city and have never left the Holy Lands. The name’s Jasmir by the way.”
Raya tried to spit at him or the nymph but they were all too far away, “It doesn’t matter who you are or where you were born, you’re either a collaborator or a nymph puppet. Your family would be ashamed.” She didn’t expect her words to change anything but she felt like she couldn’t stay silent.
The man let out a deep chuckle which was unnerving, “I think you would be surprised but come now, I’m sure you've realize by that things are not as black and white as we were taught. You certainly weren’t complaining last night when my little Hira taught you about the pleasures our leaders have kept from us.”
Raya fought down a shudder of remembered bliss, “That’s not… you tricked me… trapped me. I didn’t ask for it!”
“But you enjoyed it. Do you know what they call us, the people from outside the Holy Lands, Repressed. They think we are savages who reject the peace and pleasure brought by the nymphs. Still they wouldn’t approve of what we’re about to do to you. It goes against both their accords and our laws, so maybe I’m something new. Now be a dear Hira…” Jasmir’s smile was lustful and wicked and terribly frightening.
The nymph approached Raya. She started to struggle, to lash out, strike the thing that looked like a child, but Jasmir made a gesture and the field that held her leg wrapped about her body, holding her in place. The only thing she could move was her head. “No! No nononono! Get away from me you MONSTER!” Raya cried out.
The nymph just smiled peacefully and began to speak softly, her voice carrying the same hum from the night before that wormed its way into her mind and forced her to relax against her will. “Be calm, relax and listen. Let me give you pleasure so you can learn from daddy.” Hira placed her fingers against Raya’s temples and began to massage them, sending waves of pleasure into her mind.
She wanted to just close her eyes and relax into the bliss that was radiating into her but she still fought it. Raya tried to use her fear to stay focused but she could feel her body betraying her. Across the room Jasmir sat on some of the pillows and opened his robe, revealing his hairy naked body. The other girl, the older one, moved for the first time then. In response to his gesture she fell to her knees and crawled to him swaying sexily before beginning to worship his manhood with her mouth.
Raya had no desire to watch the deviant sex act before her, but her only other option was to close her eyes and relax into the pleasure of the nymph’s touch. Caught in a moment of confusion Hira’s subliminal harmonics snaked into her mind, making the decision for her. “Close your eyes, feel the pleasure, listen and learn. You will be so happy.” She wanted to be happy, she wanted to let go of the fear and disgust that was roiling inside her, the little nymph’s touch felt so good. She tried to fight but eventually Raya’s eyes slowly drifted closed.
Jasmir watched his latest prize fall under Hira’s spell. She was quite the catch, a model’s face on a porn holo’s body. His tastes ran a wide gamut and he had been growing restless with his small harem, Raya would make a fine addition. He moaned in appreciation as Nyla rolled her tongue expertly around his cock. He had trained his eldest daughter well. Hira was better due to her nature, but he didn’t want to risk becoming hers, like so many of the Corrupted.
Once he was fully erect he said but one word, “Anal” Nyla stopped her oral ministrations and stood with a seductive sway taught to her by her mother. He could see she was shuddering slightly, thanks to many sessions with Hira, she now firmly connected pleasure with his commands.
She smiled widely at him, “As you wish daddy, please fuck my ass!” Nyla turned around showing her ass to him and looked back over her shoulder to keep his gaze. Jasmir watched as she slipped first one then two then three fingers into her tight cunt moaning as she slicked her fingers with her pussy juice. With those same fingers she lubed up her anus, fingering herself until her rosebud gaped open, inviting him inside.
He could have stood and taken her then but he didn’t feel like doing any work, so he let Nyla lower herself onto him, spearing her bowels with his rod. She shuddered with mini-orgasms, any pain she might have felt turning to pleasure thanks to her training. Soon he was balls deep inside her and she began to bounce up and down on his cock, filthy words spilling from her lips. “Yes daddy! Stick my ass! Let me please you, I am unworthy… use your fifthly whore of a daughter as a cock sleeve and shoot your seed deep inside me…. Fuck me… use my body for your pleasure.”
Jasmir moaned in appreciation and mauled his daughter's budding breasts with his thick hands. To think he had once considered having a nymph for a daughter as some sort of curse. Hira was his wish come true and the key to all the hedonistic pleasure he had been denied during his ‘upright’ life.
He and Adara had known there was something strange about their second pregnancy. Things had been too easy and Adara’s libido had on overdrive. Still, neither of them had guessed the truth until Adara had an orgasm during birth and their daughter Hira smiled up at them with a shock of unnatural fiery orange hair and matching eyes.
Had Adara given birth in a hospital their daughter would have been taken from them, never to be seen again. Such births were rare, it was over a hundred years since the bloom, but the law was simple and brutal, nymphs were not allowed in the Holy Land lest they corrupt its people. Only Hira wasn’t some random nymph from the world government, she was their child. She had come early, born in their home, leaving the decision of her fate in the hands of her parents.
Once Adara recovered she argued vehemently to keep their child. Jasmir was more torn. He knew the dangers of nymphs. They both did, they had grown up being taught about how society had grown decadent and corrupt due to the influence of the unnatural creatures. They knew how the last of the honest and true people of all faiths had finally stopped their infighting and founded a land without the cursed nymphs.
Adara had finally given him an ultimatum. He had to accept both of them or neither of them. Jasmir loved his wife and they already had a daughter who was only three. So he agreed and bought the dye and contacts they needed to disguise her true identity. Adara hadn’t realized what kind of Pandora’s box she had opened. It started right away, when Hira was breast feeding. The nymph’s natural instincts and altered biology caused her mother to experience waves of pleasure each time she nursed. It got to the point that as soon as Hira was full Adara pounced on him, desperate for sex.
It bothered Jasmir and he tried to resist his wife’s unnatural behavior, but soon she grew so desperate she was willing to do anything he wanted if he would make love to her. Only it wasn’t making love anymore; it was fucking and his loving wife was changing into his dirty whore. Finally something inside him snapped an instead of resisting he urged her on, telling her what she was becoming, his words reinforced by their daughters lips.
By the time Hira was drinking from a bottle Adara was trained. Jasmir no long felt guilty, she had become his whore and he used her like one. That was when he started to realize that through Hira he could have more toys then just his wife. Unlike Nyla, Hira was homeschooled and in her classroom he taught her all about how special she was and how they were going to use her gift. The girl’s natural instincts to please others made training her so very easy. As Nyla grew older she grew suspicious of her parents and sister. So with Hira’s help Nyla became the second of Jasmir’s harem.
Over the years he had honed the techniques he used to train his women. He used his nymph daughter to enslave his sister-in-law and then his own sisters seducing them away from their husbands and taking them into his home in secret. Adara’s mother grew suspicious, so soon she too joined his harem; though he had no interest in her body she kept the house perfect in return for a brief time with Hira each night.
As his harem grew so did his lusts, he knew he needed to remain cautious but he couldn't stop himself from plotting how to make others he lusted after his, which brought him to Raya, the most beautiful woman in the neighborhood.
Jasmir moaned as his daughter continued to bounce up and down on his cock. Her ass was divine, so warm and tight; he was already close to filling her up with his cum. Still he wanted to savor the breaking of his newest toy so he pressed lightly on Nyla’s back, a sign telling her to slow down. Leaning to one side he watched Hira work her magic.
His little nymph ran her hands over Raya’s head weaving her fingers deep into her long black hair. He had discovered that one of her skills as a nymph was finding points on the body that were erogenous or sensitive and hyper stimulating them. Anyone else would be giving a pleasant head massage. Hira was making Raya’s head as sensitive as her clit through her deliberate touches.
Once Raya’s eyes were closed Hira began to speak softly, the harmonics of her voice were hypnotic all on their own but when combined with her touch they could speak directly into a person’s heart and mind. Jasmir had done reserch that said those nymphs raised in Aviaries were taught how to use their gifts subtly to bring joy to all. Jasmir had raised Hira to use her gifts like forge, to melt and reshape anyone’s mind she got her hands on.
“Relax and lose yourself in the pleasure… feel it radiate through you, building stronger and stronger until there is no room inside you for anything else. Your growing wetter and wetter, more and more aroused, you can feel yourself dripping and it’s not just cunt juice that’s sliding down your legs it’s everything you were….”
Jasmir released Raya’s bonds with a wave to give his daughter full access to her body. Hira kept up the patter she had been taught moving her tiny hands down Raya’s neck and across her ample bosom, using her magic touch to draw unimaginable pleasure out of the woman’s breasts.
“Feel your mind, your thoughts, your will dripping out between your legs… feel how good it is to empty yourself of everything but the pleasure. Feel it filling you up, its pushing everything else out, no room for thoughts, no room for will, it’s all dripping from your cunt… you’re a burning star of bliss nothing more… an empty shell filled with pleasure…”
Hira moved her hands across Raya’s stomach and down between her legs. They were already spread wide and soon one tiny hand was rubbing her clit while the other slipped between her soaking folds to stroke her g-spot from the inside.
“That’s so good now cum for me…” Hira did something subtle and instinctive and Raya’s body thrashed with pleasure, “Cum again…” Raya’s body thrashed more. “Cum your brains out…” Raya’s mouth opened in a silent scream and her body bucked and thrashed knowing nothing but pleasure.
Hira repeated her mantras over and over, driving Raya to orgasm again and again. Jasmir enjoyed the show immensely. Not only was Raya’s mind melting away and ready to be shaped but Hira was built for pleasure; the very act of breaking the woman was reinforcing her own teachings, that doing what her father commanded lead to bliss.
Jasmir slapped Nyla’s ass sharply and his daughter gave out a cry of pleasure and began to bounce up and down on his cock once more. He was so hard it was painful now so he grabbed his daughter’s hips and helped control her motions to maximize his pleasure. He used Nyla roughly, just like all the women in his life, and she thanked him for it. Tears of joy ran down her face as she begged to be used more, to please him better.
Finally he froze, letting out a deep moan as he shot rope after rope of thick cum deep into his daughter’s bowels. Nyla had orgasmed many times during her assfuck but the feeling of her father shooting his cum into her always pushed her over the edge, it was how she had been trained.
Sliding off her father’s member she squeezed her ass shut in case he wished one of his other women to drink his seed from her. Jasmir smiled at his daughter, she knew him so well. Still that could come later. Standing he walked over to Raya who was staring blankly at the wall and drooling, her body still wracked with endless pleasure.
“Well done Hira, you are such a good child. Now be a dear and open Raya up to me and then please your sister. She served me well and deserves a reward.” Hira smiled brightly at her father and then leaned down to Raya’s ear. “You are empty of everything now, empty and open and ready to be filled… filled with new thoughts and commands… ready to learn… ready to obey… listen closely and learn well for obedience to your Master is the path to pleasure…”
Raya made some sort of moan in acknowledgment. Hira walked over to her daddy and Jasmir leaned down to give her a tender kiss. The tingle of her lips on his was always delightful. That done she skipped across the room and began to run her hands across Nyla’s well fucked body.
Jasmir sat down next to Raya, she was ready to be shaped to his liking. He marveled how easy it had become. On some level he knew how much he had changed since Hira had come into his life but he had given up caring so long ago. Now he lived for his own pleasure, and soon so would Raya…
“The path to peace is pleasure” a quote often attributed to the Corrupted Saint Pike. It's such a popular a saying it has become an unofficial motto of the so called 'World Government.' How any would call his unforgivable act the 'path to peace' is beyond my understanding. His act of genetic terrorism has seeded our entire race with vial genes. Even today some honest and faithful woman are forced to bare inhuman young. Yet the WG scientists not only claim the process is irreversible, they question why we would even ask for such a cure. This is proof positive of the corruption at their very heart...
- Excerpt from a sermon by Reverend Kenneth Holland
