Voodoo Priest: Temmer's Story
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“Kat,” a soft voice called. Katherine spun around and saw her little brother, William. He was small, even for a 7-year-old, and Katherine was several inches taller even though she was not quite two years older. The nickname 'Kat' was what he used to call her when he was younger and he still slipped back to it sometimes. This was the first time Will had called her that in a while though, and that alone would have been enough to catch Katherine's attention. But as she turned to face him, there was a much more obvious indication that something was wrong. Will's right hand was under the elastic waistband of his pants and he was moving it around under the fabric.
“Where hav- What are you doing?” Katherine frowned, marching over to the small boy. “Stop it. That's dirty.”
The siblings' home was on the last street of a neighborhood that bordered an undeveloped forest. Instead of a fenced-off backyard, all of the houses on their street opened out into the wooded area. Katherine and Will often played together in the woods after school. Today they had been collecting pebbles from the small creek that ran through the forest when Katherine had lost track of her little brother. She had been looking for him for over half an hour, and while she had started to grow concerned, her worry was that she would get in trouble if she had to bring her mom out from the house to find him. Katherine was relieved to find him now, so that she would not have to admit to losing him, but his behavior was making her uncomfortable. Not only was he touching himself under his pants, but as she walked up to him, he kept smiling the same dumb smile at her. He should have at least gotten defensive when she accused him of doing something dirty.
“Let's go,” the boy chirped, turning and heading farther into the woods before Katherine had even reached him. He kept his hand in his pants, which must have made navigating the uneven ground more difficult but he showed no signs of removing it. Her concern growing, Katherine jogged a little to close the distance. She reached out and grabbed the arm that was halfway down his pants, pulling him to a stop. Will turned a little and looked up at her with the same vacant smile.
“Come on, we gotta go back,” Katherine said, giving her brother a little pull in the direction of their house. Annoyance flickered across the boy's face before the smile returned. He kept his feet firmly planted and tugged back against Katherine's grip, but because he refused to pull his hand out of his pants, he could not pull with enough force to break free.
“Nuh uh,” Will shook his head. He continued matter-of-factly, “If you won't come on, the spooky man will make you.”
The obvious question was on the tip of Katherine's tongue when it was answered by a sudden chill in the afternoon heat. There was no sound or anything obvious, but Katherine knew that there was a presence behind her. She turned, letting go of her little brother, and found herself facing a black wall. Except it was not a wall; it was a pair of pants right in front of her. Katherine jerked her head up and saw the thing was dressed in really nice clothes, the kind her dad wore to formal events. The thing was also taller than anyone Katherine had ever seen, and looked even taller because it was standing so close to her. What made it a “thing” rather than a man was that it lacked any kind of face or skin. Its head and hands, the only part of its body that were visible, were unblemished white. There was a vague suggestion of cheekbones and eye sockets, but other than that the thing was completely featureless.
Katherine sucked in a shocked breath as the thing reached down and placed a large hand over her head. Its thumb, brushing her forehead, was cool against her skin. All of a sudden the thing's shape blurred and seemed to get closer until it engulfed her vision, and then it vanished. Katherine turned her head to look for it, or at least she thought she did. Her head remained still, looking in the same spot that she had been when the thing had touched her. She tried to lift her hands, to turn, to jump, but no matter what she did she could not make her body respond. Locked in her own head, Katherine grew scared and started to cry. At least, that is what it felt like to her, even though her real eyes remained dry. Then without warning, her body started to move. She watched through her own eyes as she turned to face her brother, who was still smiling obliviously as if a giant monster had not just appeared in front of them both.
Will turned and continued walking, and Katherine followed him. The real Katherine was a passenger in her own body and she had begun to suspect that her new powerlessness was connected to the thing in the suit. She could do no more than watch as she followed her brother, and hope that she could figure out what was going on.
Temmer piloted the bigger human behind the smaller one. He was a little clumsy since he was accustomed to flying, although he was rather proud of how much he had improved. Lately his master had been sending him out more often and Temmer believed he was starting to grasp the subtleties of walking a human around. Still, even with his hand crammed down his pants, Will set a fast pace that Temmer struggled to match. If Temmer had not been devoting so much attention to walking after the boy, he might have sent Katherine's consciousness to sleep to avoid traumatizing her further.
At the beginning of the incline where the forest sloped down into a valley, a small ledge of rock jutted out from the ground. On a relatively flat part of the ledge, a nondescript man sat in jeans and a polo shirt. He was in his late forties and beginning to grow out his salt-and-pepper hair to disguise his receding hairline. Although Temmer had difficulty distinguishing humans, he would never mistake this man for anyone other than what he was. The man was Temmer's master, the voodoo priest Garth, and his sigil was bound to Temmer's essence.
“Daddy!” When the boy saw Garth he took his hand out of his pants for the first time since he and Temmer had left to find the girl. The boy ran to the rock and looked at the man with something approaching worship in his eyes. The man reached over and pulled the boy up onto the ledge by his armpits. The boy squirmed in the man’s arms like an overeager puppy as the man pulled the boy’s elastic waistband down to expose his tiny ass.
“How’s my new little boytoy?” Garth asked affectionately, starting to worm his index finger up the boy’s butt hole. “Looks like you got your big sis.”
“Uh huh,” the boy said earnestly, looking around the rock. “Did you make my present?”
“Well, I just might have had time for a quick one while you were gone,” Garth said teasingly. He pulled his finger out of the boy, which elicited a happy squeal. The man reached around towards his hip and lifted a small piece of crumpled fabric off of the rock: the briefs that Will had been wearing when Temmer had found him, although now they were damp with cum. The girl was panicking but Temmer ignored her weak consciousness.
Will gasped and snatched his soiled underwear from the man. As Garth positioned the boy on his lap, Will brought his briefs to his mouth and started slurping at Garth's semen. Temmer cocked his head, or rather the girl's head, as he considered the ledge in front of him. He approached the rocky surface and began to climb up with exaggerated carefulness because his master would not be pleased if the girl suffered cuts from the climb. Temmer felt a thrill of victory when he successfully navigated the girl up the ridge, although the girl's face remained bland and gave no indication of his feelings.
Garth looked up and smiled approvingly as Temmer moved Katherine to stand beside him. Will was still sucking on his own underwear on Garth's lap, but the man twisted a little to face Katherine and reached up to unbutton the girl's shorts. Temmer stayed still and practiced the difficult art of remaining balanced while his master tugged on the girl's waist. Garth gave a grunt of satisfaction and Temmer bent the girl's head forward slightly to see pink panties winking out from her unzipped shorts. Temmer's master noticed the movement and grinned up at the girl's blank face.
“I know you don't understand it, Tem,” Garth said, leaving the girl's shorts open as he turned straight and patted the head of the boy on his lap. “But clothes can be just as important as a kid's attractiveness.”
Temmer said nothing. He was one of the not insignificant number of ghouls who lost the ability to speak. That deficiency extended even when he possessed humans with working vocal cords. There was a very good chance that, as Temmer consumed other demons and gained more power, he would develop the ability to speak again. Consuming lesser demons changes one's essence in accordance with the nature of that lesser demon. Theoretically, that would lead to exponential increases in diversity among the higher ranks of demons, but the reality is a little different.
Voodoo priests obviously seek to understand as much as they can about demons for their own protection. The priests have tried, with moderate success, to understand the evolution of a demon's essence as it gains more power. At the lowest level of demon life are enormous quantities of bug-like demons who spawn out of the swirling aether of the Abyss itself. Knits, resembling houseflies, are one of the most common examples but there are hundreds of other incredibly weak species of demon. At this level, the demons usually appear similar to insects, although many varieties share similarities with invertebrate marine life. The species all have little intelligence at this stage, and they gain brains and power by consuming others of their kind.
The essence of the lowest demons begins to shift depending on whether they digest others of their own kind, or of different species. This leads to hundreds of different permutations of imps, the first officially recognized class of demon life. By this stage, the demons have usually developed a humanoid appearance, although they remain small and typically reptilian. As imps continue to consume lower life, they grow in size and power. By the time they are classified as ghouls, the demons have the ability to craft their own bodies to use in the human world. They also have access to a broader range of ethereal abilities for their masters to exploit.
As ghouls continue to consume other demons, their essence gains weight and definition to the point where they are considered djinn. A djinni no longer has the phantom-like defenses that imps and ghouls can rely on, but they are much more powerful. A djinni's essence is still nebulous enough to be reshaped, and it now has the power to do so easily. As a result, djinn are master shapeshifters, although their natures dictate the forms that they find easiest to create. Djinn are the most diverse class of demons, their essences shaped by all of the iterations of the demons below them. For unknown reasons, in higher orders of demons, like ifrit and marid, the number of species begin to taper off. Voodoo priests theorize that once demons reach this level, there are only a certain number of forms that essence can take to support that much power.
Temmer was centuries away from being a djinni, let alone an ifrit, which is why he was currently stuck doing this pedophile's bidding. Garth was not particularly powerful for a voodoo priest so he often relied on ghouls and lower demons to do his bidding. Temmer supposed that since all his master seemed to want from life was a harem of children, ghouls and the like were more than enough to serve his purpose.
“Just lay down and you can get out of her,” Garth said, lifting Will off of his lap and setting him down next to Garth on the rock. Will began pulling his pants the rest of the way off so that he could put his damp briefs back on.
Temmer laid down and then rose out of Katherine's body like ink seeping from her clothes. He watched impassively while Garth reached down a smoothed the girl's hair away from her face. Garth had used different strategies over the years to maintain the loyalty of his prizes. Temmer himself had been used up until a year ago, although the ghoul's influence required regularly possessing each of his master's captives to push their thoughts in favorable directions. However, Garth had finally found the name of a demon he had been searching for and Temmer had not been needed since then.
Gordians are one of several types of demons who seem to defy the classification system of voodoo priests. A gordian is an invertebrate demon resembling horsehair worms. Its pale, featureless body is similar to dozens of other worm-like species that exist far below the rank of an imp. It is unable to speak and can be crushed as easily as any other bug-like demon. However, voodoo priests have discovered that gordians actually possess intelligence and magic aptitude roughly equivalent to a ghoul. Since the demon ranking system is based on power, gordians should technically be considered ghouls despite their strong similarities to base demon life. But humans are slaves to surface appearance, so gordians are officially listed as unclassified. It is difficult to study the stages that lead to the development of a gordian because they are so rare and cannot speak. Some priests point to the lack of speech as further proof that the gordians are a species of ghoul.
“Apromen,” Garth said, calling the suspended gordian from the space between worlds. There was a flicker of movement on the stone in front of the priest. The gordian was nearly a foot long but only about a sixteenth of an inch in diameter, and its pale body made it even more difficult to see on the stone. Garth set his hand down on the rock and the demon began crawling up to his forearm. It moved like an accordion: shrinking and expanding to cover the distance. When it moved its body did not appear to wrinkle in on itself. Instead the gordian simply condensed its essence to make itself physically shorter, so that it could then expand to inch its way along.
When the thin demon was stretched out on Garth's forearm, the voodoo priest lifted it towards his face. The creature had no distinguishable head, so Garth simply addressed the center of its body. “This one's the boy's sister, so just like I told you with him, have her find it extra fun when he fucks her. Other than that, do the same as usual, Ap, old boy.”
Garth then described the “usual” treatment for new additions to his harem. The worm gave no indication that it understood but Garth did not care. Like his other demons, the gordian was bound by Garth's sigil to obey his commands. It had also demonstrated enough loyalty that it was probably unnecessary for Garth to explain what he wanted each time he brainwashed a new child, but it was better to be safe than sorry. The last thing he needed was for the tiny demon to add a bit of extra programming in revenge for its enslavement to Garth.
Gordians have the usual array of abilities common to imps, ghouls, and lower demon life, including levitation and invisibility. They also have an ability that is unique to them among all of the thousands of species of demons, of all ranks. Gordians can physically enter humans and animals to reprogram their brains. Conceptually the process is similar to a ghoul's ability to possess a person and alter thoughts, but the process is different. A gordian physically wraps itself around a brain, and although it uses magic to reshape thoughts and memories, the changes it makes are permanent. Even higher class demons using persuasion magic do not physically alter a target's brain, so their spells can be undone. The only way to undo a gordian's programming is to have the gordian itself rewrite the brain with something different, and even then it can never be exactly the same because the target's original thoughts and memories are already gone. Even discounting their rarity, voodoo priests and acolytes have little to fear from gordians because standard wards can keep the worms away as effectively as they do any imp or ghoul. Of course, normal humans do not have wards.
Garth held his arm next to Katherine's prone form. The gordian reared up on its master's skin and arched its lithe body to span the gap to the girl's head. The tiny demon twisted itself against her ear and began slithering inside the ear canal. The back of Apromen's body flailed for a moment as it worked its way inside but soon the entire length of the demon had vanished inside Katherine's ear. The comatose girl flinched without opening her eyes. That quick muscle spasm was the only indication that the gordian was wrapping itself around her brain.
When Garth saw the girl twitch, he relaxed. He looked up at Temmer, who was still looming over him. The voodoo priest made the gesture of dismissal and Temmer felt a sudden pressure as he was squeezed out of reality. In the next instant, Temmer's perspective switched and he was looking out from his master's eyes. In this suspended state, Temmer had no physical form and he was tied to Garth by the thinnest of tethers, which meant that he drained much less of his master's magic but could still be summoned in an instant. Suspended demons could perceive the world only through their master's five senses and even then the perception was tenuous unless the master was feeling a strong emotion. Suspension was not similar to possession because Temmer had no access to Garth's thoughts, only his senses, and could not exercise any control. Usually Temmer only had a blurry vision of the world while suspended, but Garth's lust was dilating their connection, so Temmer saw everything in good focus.
Will had finished getting dressed and was now wearing his damp underwear beneath his pants again. Garth spread his arms and Will pressed himself against the old man, kneeling between Garth's spread legs. Garth began kissing Will and the little boy artlessly held his mouth wide open so that Garth could force his tongue inside of Will's mouth. Through Garth, Temmer felt Garth's hands slide under the boy's pants and clench at his tiny ass. With little interest, Temmer noted that Garth was not pulling Will's pants down this time. So maybe the master really did enjoy it when his children wore clothes. That made little sense to Temmer. He understood sexual activities to involve genital to genital, or at least skin to skin, contact. There seemed to be little point in adding barriers if sex was the goal. And with Garth, sex was always the goal.
In a few minutes, Katherine spasmed again as Apromen uncoiled in her skull. Garth pulled Will's face away and the boy mewled in protest as their make-out session came to an end. The tip of a tendril poked out from Katherine's ear as Temmer watched through Garth's eyes. The demon worm quickly slithered out and spooled on the rock face next to the unconscious girl. Garth made the gesture of dismissal and the gordian vanished. Temmer was not aware of its presence, although it now shared his perspective of seeing the world through Garth. Suspended demons only shared a connection to their master and remained ignorant of the other demons held in suspension.
Garth reached out and touched the 8-year-old's small shoulder. Katherine rolled her head to one side and then opened her eyes sleepily. She blinked several times as her eyes adjusted to the sunlight and she pushed herself halfway up on her elbows. Then she noticed Garth sitting next to her and sat bolt upright. Happiness and awe poured over her face in the same expression that her little brother had when he had returned to Garth.
“Daddy!” Katherine twisted onto her hands and knees and crawled closer until her cheek leaned against Garth's shoulder and she nuzzled against him. She wrapped her thin arms around his torso, worming her left arm between Garth's and Will's chests. The boy made a small noise of protest as he was excluded from the hug.
Garth's left arm was pinned to his side by Katherine's hug but he reached across with his right and stroked her hair. Smiling down at her, the voodoo priest said, “Hi, baby girl. Are you ready to be good?”
“Uh huh.” Katherine began kissing Garth's shirt and working her way up to his neck with a series of small pecks. Temmer felt Garth's hand twitch as he resisted the urge to pull the girl's small mouth to his right away. When Katherine's lips finally met Garth's, the man reached around and kept a hand on the back of her head. Of course that served no purpose as Katherine could no longer even conceive of wanting to be apart from the old man. Temmer faintly tasted Katherine's strawberry chapstick through Garth's tongue.
When Garth felt Will begin to unzip his jeans, Garth pushed Katherine away. Garth tugged his zipper back up and buttoned his pants. Both siblings looked devastated and began to beg for Garth to let them keep going. But Garth denied them and stood up, adjusting his erection under his pants. The children stood up too, clamoring for his attention. Katherine's shorts were still unzipped and as she bounced on the ledge, they slid down to her ankles, leaving her standing in her pink panties.
“I know, I know, kiddies,” Garth quieted the children. “We can keep playing, but we have to go home first. Can you be good and act normal for now?”
The siblings no longer had memories of their old lives, but acting normal was a behavior that Apromen ingrained in their heads. Will, who had been holding his arms up for Garth to lift him, dropped his hands back to his sides and straightened his pants. Katherine bent down and pulled her shorts back up, refastening them in the front. It was hard for the oversexed kids to restrain themselves, but they would do it for Garth, until he told them otherwise. Like ducklings following their mother, Katherine and Will filed along behind Garth as he led the way to his car.
Will had not wanted to give up his underwear but Katherine had made a persuasive case that she had not even gotten to taste their daddy's cum yet so it was not fair that Will also got to wear briefs that had been soaked with his cum. The siblings had squabbled in the backseat for ten minutes until Garth decided that it would be fair to let Katherine get her way. Both children stripped completely naked in the car, and then put their seatbelts back on at Garth's insistence. Katherine slipped on her little brother's briefs and began happily masturbating with her hand under the damp fabric. At a word from Garth, Will put on his sister's discarded pink panties.
Garth's house was halfway across the suburbs from the children's old home. When they parked in his driveway, Garth opened the rear door for his newest conquests. Naked except for their underwear, Katherine and Will climbed out of the car. In his home territory, a few blocks surrounding his house, Garth had nothing to fear from his neighbors. Until a year ago, he had a squad of ghouls patrol the neighborhood every few days, reinforcing commands to ignore anything unusual. Since uncovering a gordian's name, though, Garth had been able to permanently rewrite his neighbors and he had expanded his influence. This allowed him to indulge fearlessly in public activities such as walking a naked child around the block like a dog or having sex in the neighborhood park. Garth usually kept a ghoul or two suspended on these outings, in case someone not under his control happened to drive along his streets.
“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” a chorus of gratingly high-pitched voices greeted Garth when he unlocked his front door. Katherine and Will stood behind the voodoo priest on the porch as children rushed to impede his entry. Twin blonde girls, a few years older than Katherine, reached the door first. They were dressed in inappropriately skimpy cheerleader outfits. Even less appropriate, one of the twin's skirts was hiked up around her waist and her bald cunny gleamed with saliva. A child in a white sundress scurried over as Garth was kissing the twins on their foreheads. Temmer would have sworn that the child was a girl, especially when seen through his thin link with Garth, but he knew from experience that the human was a boy, despite his shoulder-length hair. Garth kissed the sissy-boy on the forehead and cupped his butt with one hand.
Aside from the three at the door, the only other members of Garth's harem that Temmer could see were several feet back from the entryway, having sex. The girl, about Katherine's age, was naked unless you counted the blue dildo that she was sucking on like a pacifier while on her hands and knees. The boy using her from behind was one of the first members of Garth's harem. The boy was in his early teens now, Temmer remembered. Garth had no interest in children after puberty and had been planning on turning the boy over to an orphanage in another city. Before it came to that, though, Garth discovered that he enjoyed having cum-filled kids around the house almost as much as he enjoyed filling them with cum. So, as his harem grew, Garth retained older boys to keep a steady flow of semen for the younger children. The few girls old enough to lose Garth's favor served as maids, which was increasingly necessary as Garth grew greedy in acquiring new toys.
The girl was trying to crawl away from her doggy-style coupling to greet Garth, but the teen kept his hands on her undeveloped hips, holding her in place. In any event, a new girl raced out from farther in the house a few moments later. She had jet-black hair, blue eyes, and looked a year or two younger than Will. Her pale face was an angry shade of red, although her anger melted into adoration when she saw Garth. She squeezed between the older children, and when Garth bent to kiss her, she wrapped her small arms around his neck. With some effort, Garth straightened up with the naked 6-year-old still around his neck. He placed a hand under her rump, both to take weight off his neck and for some easy fondling.
“What's wrong, Terra?” Garth asked. This close, even Temmer could see that the child's eyes were red from recent tears.
The girl sniffled, although there was already a line of clear snot dribbling to her lip. “Lily won't let me lick her face.”
As the tiny girl spoke, an Asian girl a couple years older walked into the entryway from the same direction that Terra had come from. Lily was not naked like Terra, although she may as well have been. Lily was wearing white babydoll lingere, not even close to opaque. The dark circles of her nipples stared at Garth as she followed the tattle-tale. Globs of cum oozed down Lily's cheeks and one thread of cum was hanging from her delicate chin, swinging dangerously as it stretched thinner.
Terra twisted against Garth and saw Lily come in. Before Lily could start talking, Terra rushed to explain her side of the story. Her blue eyes wide, Terra did not pause for a breath, “Lily was sucking Nathan and then he pulled out and she didn't want him to stop I was there too but they wouldn't let me play and Lily wanted him to put it back in but Nathan rubbed it with his hands and then he sprayed on her face and Lily wasn't happy so I said could I please lick you but she said no and she pushed me away even though she didn't even want the cum on her face anyway.”
Lily looked as smug as a girl can with cum dripping down her face, but she was also defensive as she said, “Terra only came in at the very end and Nathan didn't even want to play with her. I sucked really hard for it and then Terra just wanted it all. And she was already trying to lick me when she asked.”
“Nuh uh!” Terra twisted and almost fell out of Garth's grip. She opened her mouth to speak but Garth cut her off.
“Quiet, kiddies,” Garth said. Everyone stopped talking, and even the teen stopped thrusting into the girl, although he left his cock buried inside of her. Terra turned her head back and buried her face in Garth's shoulder. She arched her flat chest against him in a not-so-subtle attempt to seduce him to her side. Garth stepped past the children still crowded around his legs, and Katherine and Will followed him into the house. Will closed the door behind them. Garth continued, “Lily, didn't Terra let you lick Richy's cum from her butt last week?”
“No,” the Asian girl's smile grew bigger as she avoided the trap. “That was Bethany. Terra's not even big enough for buttsex yet.”
Terra's small hands bunched into fists, crumpling Garth's shirt, but she kept her face buried in his shoulder. Garth sighed and said, “Okay. Then Lily, you can keep the cum. And Terra, you can come upstairs and play with your new brother and sister, and me, okay?”
Terra perked up instantly, lifting her head to grin at Garth. “Okay!”
Lily looked outraged. Cum from one of the boys was nowhere near as good as cum from her daddy. She started to protest but Garth quieted her with a look. Sternly, Garth said, “I had a long day looking for your new siblings. It's Daddy's turn to have fun. Terra, go show Katherine and Will where my bedroom is.”
The 6-year-old did not connect the names to the siblings until Garth set her down and the new children looked at her expectantly. “Oh! Come on.”
Lily raced away to the stairs while Katherine and Will followed close behind. The giggling of the three children faded as they left. The twins and the sissy-boy reluctantly began to disperse since it was clear that Garth did not want anyone else right now. The teen went back to his little partner, who stopped trying to crawl towards Garth. Lily looked like she wanted to slink away, but she knew that she was in trouble because Garth was frowning at her.
“Lily,” Garth rubbed his forehead. “How many times do I have to remind you to share?”
“I would've, Daddy, but-” Lily cut off her excuse as Garth frowned again.
“You need to be punished, honey,” Garth said. “Temmer.”
Temmer felt the pull of reality. All of the shadows in the room twisted unnaturally, stretching to a single point in front of the old voodoo priest. From the floor, Temmer rose silently. He gave a small bow to his master, kept small only because he was standing too close to do a proper bow. “Lily gets toilet duty. Then go back to Katherine's and Will's house. Keep everyone calm and stay there tonight. I'll go over tomorrow with Apromen.”
Garth ignored Lily's whimper and climbed the stairs. His room had a king-sized with five small occupants. Katherine was sitting with her back to the headboard, rubbing herself under her little brother's briefs, and her masturbation inspiration was that same brother. Will was laying on his back with Katherine's panties around one ankle. Terra was on her stomach between Will's splayed legs and she had her mouth wrapped around his tiny dick and balls. The remaining two children on the bed were a pair of 10-year-old boys locked in the 69 position, each with the other's cock in his mouth. Garth shooed the boys out of the room and locked the door. Then he joined Katherine, Will, and Terra on the bed.
Downstairs, Temmer towered over Lily. The Asian girl did not try to run away but she was dejected as Temmer stretched a featureless hand to her head. Temmer's shape blurred and he vanished inside of the little girl. With ease, Temmer smoothed over Lily's thoughts, blotting out willpower and memories. Unlike the gordian, Temmer's influence would only be temporary. He could override the thoughts and memories that Apromen had forged, but when Temmer's magic faded, Apromen's brainwashing would still be a part of the girl. So, that was Lily's punishment. For a few days until Temmer's effect wore off, she would be nothing more than an object, incapable of having her own desires. Temmer impressed the normal programming on her mind and then slid out of her body like a snake shucking its skin.
Lily remained kneeling on the ground. Her mouth was open and her head was upturned. Anyone in the harem could move her or use her but she would not change positions on her own. Temmer walked to the kitchen. Children scurried out of his path, though he barely noticed. In the kitchen, he took down a sign that was hanging from a nail on the wall and brought it back to the entryway. He hung it around Lily's neck, a piece of cardboard simply stating, “Toilet.”
The teen boy had disappeared when Temmer returned, and the little girl was laying in a bit of a daze with cum leaking out of her butt. Temmer paused and watched as the girl pushed herself onto her feet and walked shakily over to Lily. The girl brushed her small hands over Lily's face, collecting the cum from the Asian girl's cheeks. The girl then walked away, still a little unsteady and with cum oozing from her ass, as she slurped the cum from her hands.
Temmer supposed that Garth would be upset to know that the girl had been so greedy, but Temmer was under no duty to tell the voodoo priest of the misbehavior in his harem. In any case, Temmer doubted that he would be able to pick out the girl from a lineup. Humans all looked largely the same to the ghoul, which is why he had trouble understanding his master's desire to collect so many. A dull pain began to grow in Temmer's chest, interrupting his thoughts. Garth's sigil was signaling that he had tarried for too long. If Temmer delayed in following his master's orders, the pain would grow until it was excruciating. Faceless, expressionless, Temmer turned and drifted through the front door.
