Born From a Mirror

This chapter contains: NC, F/F, M/F, Fdom, torture, snuff, and undead sex. If the above description freaks you out you probably shouldn't read this story... pussy.

“Blessed are the meek; for they shall inherit the earth”

The room turned cold. Claudia had been coming to this church all her life, since she was a little girl. Admittedly, it had changed somewhat recently. The sun never came out any more, blood seemed to be everywhere, and she could hear monsters scurrying and shambling through the hallways. Still, for several years now this had been the closest thing to home that she had. She knew it as well as she’d known any building she’d ever lived in; and this chill was new. There was a peculiar intensity to it, as though the chill were so great that it sucked the color and life out of the world. For the first time in many years, she felt afraid of the chaotic wilderness of Silent Hill.

When the room turned cold she’d been kneeling in front of an altar, praying to god for paradise. She’d taken her shoes off before stepping onto the altar, so as to not profane it. However, the sudden change started her out of her rapturous revery, and she quickly stumbled to her bare feet- too quickly, as it turned out. Having just been kneeling for almost two hours her legs were almost completely numb, and she fell back down onto her rump. Confused and in pain, she twisted around to look at the door, to see if perhaps it was some errant draft that had made the room turn cold. Instead, she saw a young blond girl staring at her.

“He-Heather?” she mumbled, “How did you get here so quickly? I know you were just at the hospital…”

Not speaking, Heather walked forward, her heavy boots thumping into the carpet that led up to the shrine. Claudia looked at her apprehensively, and fear flickered in her grey eyes. ‘This is not the same girl as before!’ she thought, panicking. ‘This is not the lost lamb that I’ve been guiding. What happened?’

Further reflection was cut short as Heather roughly grabbed Claudia’s pale hair and, with disproportionate strength, lifted her above her head. Even though Heather held Claudia suspended above her head, Claudia was so much the taller woman that her toes still touched the ground and prevented her entire weight from being put on her scalp. Nevertheless, tears crept into her eyes from the pain.

“Did I get here quickly? Or maybe I was just moving slowly before,” the girl said, her normally helpless tones soft and threatening, almost seductive. “Or perhaps, even, the hospital was closer than you thought? Yes. I think that must be it.”

Heather shifted slightly so Claudia could see. Directly outside the door of the church was Brookhaven Hospital, not even a full street width away. The two buildings were so close there was barely even room for the church’s doors to open outwards.

“But… How…”

Heather’s quiet façade snapped in that instant. “Because this is MY world, bitch! This is my world, and you are trespassing. You have the temerity to walk into my world, kill my father, set me on fire… What did you think, that I’d thank you? That I’d be proud to be the mother of god? Well,” said Heather, pulling Claudia’s face down to meet hers, “if you wanted a god, you got one. Now you must submit yourself to divine judgement.” So saying, Heather tossed Claudia away from her.

Bracing herself for another painful fall, Claudia was surprised to be caught from behind. Whoever it was had grabbed both of her arms and was holding her up- she tried to pull away but its strength was irresistible. She could smell a putrid stench, as though a corpse had gone rotting for weeks. Craning her neck back to try to get a look at what it was, Claudia was terrified to see nothing but a great bleeding orifice where the face should be. Now she knew what was holding her. This was one of the great terrible creatures that had recently begun to appear in Silent Hill- a great flabby rotting monster. Pustules were raised and broken on the surface of its skin, leaking runny white fluid. Its hands were so bloated the fingers seemed to barely stick out from the surface. Its feet were blackened, with sharpened hook-like claws instead of toe-nails.

Seeing what she was in the grip of, Claudia redoubled her struggles, pulling in vain against the rock grip of the gigantic putrid beast. She twisted her body left and right, kicking into the air, trying to escape. Amidst this flurry of white skin, pale hair, and black skirts Heather calmly walked back up to Claudia and caught her kicking feet, holding them steady as Claudia writhed futilely against the putrid beast’s fleshy grip. Slowly Claudia stopped struggling. She was soaked in sweat now, from fear and her desperate struggles; her nipples were visible through her sweaty black dress. She turned her head away and closed her eyes as Heather walked forward holding her feet, forcing her knees against her chest.

Her eyes snapped open in surprise as the monster behind her let her arms go, leaving her suspended against its stomach by the pressure Heather was exerting on her knees. However, that only lasted a brief moment, as its immovable and rotting arms circled around her knees. It held her like that, knees against her chest, legs slightly apart, while Heather stepped back and gazed upon Claudia’s terrified face. “Well,” she said, “it’s a good start.”

Even with her knees up against her chest, Claudia’s dress descended far enough to cover her crotch. However, Heather once more glided forward and lifted the fabric up, exposing Claudia’s panties to the empty pews lining the church. They were plain white cotton, serviceable if not much else. Quietly, Heather reached into the pocket of her vest and pulled something out- with a sharp click, a glinting blade appeared and revealed it to be a switchblade knife. Grinning, she slipped forward and placed the tip against Claudia’s panty-clad pussy, right over where she knew the pale woman’s clitoris was. “NO!” Claudia screamed, “Don’t! Please!”

“Don’t what?” said Heather innocently, and in one rapid slicing motion cut through the band of Claudia’s underwear. However, that brief and terrifying moment had been too much for the older woman, and a dark patch appeared against the white underwear that still clung to her. Claudia’s urine dripped down onto the sacred altar, as the pale woman panted in relief at her momentary reprieve.

“Can you believe that?” Heather asked the rotting flesh pile holding Claudia rhetorically, “I’m here to hand down divine judgement and she pisses all over a sacred altar. Unbelievable.” While she muttered angrily to herself, Heather cut away the other side of Claudia’s piss-soaked panties and looked at them disdainfully. Quickly, her left hand snaked out and closed over Claudia’s nose, holding it shut. Unthinking, Claudia gasped for breath, and Heather quickly shoved the pissed garment into her mouth. Before Claudia could spit it out the switchblade was at her eye. “Don’t you fucking dare,” Heather spat, her breath hot and moist on Claudia’s face, “Or I will cut your eyes out. Which would you rather?” Terrified, Claudia looked back at her. She would clearly rather resign herself to tasting and smelling her own urine than to being painfully blinded by an irate teenager-god.

Satisfied, Heather clicked the blade shut and put it back in her jacket and bent over to examine the parts of Claudia she’d just exposed. The woman’s cunt was unshaven and untrimmed, a forest of unkempt white pubic hair. It still smelled like urine. Sighing, Heather kneeled down and reached back behind Claudia. Slowly, she lifted up the back of the woman’s skirt until it was above her waist; there she found what she was looking for.

Claudia’s eyes went wide as she felt the huge and putrid log pressing against her back Once more, she renewed her struggles, but the corpulent monster was as unmovable as ever. Slowly, ignoring her writhing, it lifted her up higher. As it did so, Heather spoke to her from down underneath her. “You know, I picked this one out special. There are tons of these monsters all over Silent Hill, but this one had one special attribute, one I wanted to save just for you.” Claudia could feel Heather reaching up and peeling apart her pale, moist ass cheeks. “I didn’t measure it or anything, but it was the biggest of them all. Of course, I can tell you this but they’re just words.” The monster held Claudia several feet above the ground. She could feel something large, cold, and damp gently pressed against her ass where Heather was pulling her cheeks apart. “What’s the old saying?” Heather rambled on, “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me? Well,” she sighed, “I’m guessing this will hurt. Right about… NOW.”

The monster slammed her down. Claudia shrieked into her panties as in one brutal motion the monster tore her ass apart with its massive and putrid penis. Lifting her up, her blood and shit covered its cock all down its length. Like that, over and over again, the monster picked her up and slammed her down. Her blood was running down its legs and onto the altar, shit dripping out of her ravaged bowels whenever the beast once more lifted her up, only to slam her down again.

Heather leaned against the wall nearby, massaging her own pussy as she watched the monster bleed Claudia to death with its cock. Still groping at her cunt, Heather waddled back over to the altar. As if by silent signal, the putrid beast pulled Claudia down one more brutal time and held her down as it jerked into her, then let her go. Slowly, as its cock softened, it slipped out of Claudia and she fell onto the floor, her black dress soaking in her shit and blood as she lay there, helpless, bleeding, panting. The skirt of her dress was still high up above her crotch, leaving her pale body completely exposed from the waist down. Heather could see that as she lay there a grotesque mixture was leaking out of her gaping asshole- not only was she bleeding amply and leaking feces, but in its rotting orgasm the monster had spewed a cocktail of puss and maggots into her intestines.

As this hellish solution leaked out of Claudia’s bowels, Heather pulled her switchblade back out and knelt down next to her. The girl carefully popped the buttons off of Claudia’s dress one by one, then sliced through the skirt to leave her white body completely exposed. Though the woman’s gaze was glassy, she was still alive and breathing. Experimentally, Heather grabbed one of Claudia’s big toes and, sawing back and forth with the blade, brutally severed it. No reaction. Heather shrugged and, carefully lining the blade up with Claudia’s left eye, scratched the surface of her delicate grey orb. As the jelly leaked out, Heather thought that perhaps she could hear a gentle keening noise coming from Claudia, and she smiled. Perhaps she wasn’t completely dead to the world.

Standing up, Heather wriggled out of her own panties and pulled them off of her legs. Straddling the catatonic woman, she squatted down onto Claudia’s pale face, covering her mouth and nose with her cunt and ass. Slowly Heather rode the woman’s face, delighted in the way that Claudia’s body still seemed to be struggling for breath, twitching and writhing whenever Heather blocked Claudia’s nose and mouth for too long. She slowly picked up the pace, panting, giving Claudia just enough air to keep her alive, but denying her enough to keep her desperate.. Faster and faster Heather’s scrawny body rode the pale-skinned woman, until finally Heather screamed and, spittle dripping thickly from her mouth, stabbed the blade down into Claudia’s pussy. Over and over again the blade fell, blood spurting out of Claudia’s mangled cunt and onto Heather’s hands with every vicious downward stroke. And, finally bearing down to completely deny the pale and agonized woman oxygen, Heather rode Claudia’s agonized dying spasms to a perfect high. For a long time after this writhing hedonistic festival, Heather sat on the face of Claudia’s still and lifeless corpse. Slowly, after a long while, Heather slumped back.

Heather opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling of the small church. She sighed, somewhat disappointed. “I wish I could kill her again already.”

Carefully, Heather untangled herself from Claudia’s mutilated body, noticing as she did that the woman’s ravaged bowels were still leaking the putrid mixture left by the monster in her intestines, and smirked. “Oh well,” she muttered to herself, “There are more sinners out there awaiting the divine punishment of god I guess.”

She knew that now wherever she went she would spread the paradise that had engulfed Silent Hill. The coming days would be busy, not only consumed in the business of godhood but also in preaching the word of her own coming to the world.

Slowly but confidently, Heather sauntered out of the church, leaving her panties next to Claudia’s ravaged corpse, soaking in the dead woman’s shit and blood. The hospital had gone, and in its place were the green hills which constituted the outskirts of Silent Hill. And while the sky was dark over the church, the sun shone over the green fields. But for the first time, an unnaturally chill wind blew over them. Heather walked out into the beautiful grassy fields, and wherever the slim girl stepped color faded away from the world, gone on to a new paradise.

Behind her Silent Hill throbbed in prayer to its goddess, and awaited the unity of the world.