A Descent to Darkness - Part 1

The story is only in fiction, and resembles no real human actions.

The morning rush, was busy as always in the Bean There coffee shop. Kai Leelow wiped sweat from his brow with a trembling hand, the espresso machine hissing like an angry cat. *Why do they all come at once?* he thought, "The caramelle machiato is ready, for Tom!". He placed the drink down, his photon-charged fingers leaving faint scorch marks on the counter. Outside, an unnatural darkness began swallowing Manhattan's skyscrapers—too early, too thick. Solar eclipse? No, the forecast said... His stomach dropped as the little television switched to the goverments emergency broadcast system. "Attention citizens," the anchor stammered, face pale, "Evacuate immediately. She's here—The Mistress has anchored her dimension over Times Square. Repeat: evacuate—" Static consumed the screen. The chaos erupted in the Bean There, as the customers began to flee, Kai didn't wait, for the chaos to settle. *I have to stop her, before she does to others what she did to Trident...* He bolted towards the stockroom, heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. Kai kept his uniform behind the coffee sacks, but his hand froze mid-reach. *Do I even stand a chance? Or will I just become another... pet? Get yourself togother, Kai!* With a shaky breath, he pulled the silver-white suit over his hoodie and slapped the domino mask on. *You choose to be a hero, not a coward.* The photon lines flared blue as he phased through the ceiling.

When Kai arrived to Time Square he was greeted by darkness, silence, and the smell of ozone. The Mistress lounged atop a twisted spire of shadow-forged obsidian where the Charging Bull statue once stood. Her sheer gown—if it could be called that—rippled as shadow tendrils coiled lazily around her thighs. Below her, Freedom Man whimpered, crammed into frilly pink lingerie three sizes too small, his mascara-streaked face pressed into the asphalt as her bare foot ground his cheek deeper into the pavement. "You see, Sissy Boy, I miss Whashington, but New York's pavement has such nice tone, when I stomp on your face. I wonder, how your nuts would feel?" she mused, idly swirling a finger. "Please Mistress, stomp my filthy little boy pussy into the concreate of New York, for your amusment" said Freedom Man, with a trembling voice. "Hmm... Well, if you ask so nicely..." she said, lifting her foot, as Freedom Man spread his legs. When the heel came down on the sissified man's groin, Kai heard the wet crunch of testicles collapsing like overripe grapes. Freedom Man's scream choked into a wet gurgle, his body convulsing violently. "Act like a proper bitch, and shut the fuck up!" The Mistress commanded. Freedom Man instantly silenced himself, biting his lip until blood trickled down his chin, his eyes rolling back in agony-induced ecstasy. *Oh god, oh god—focus, Kai!* He landed silently behind a shattered billboard, photon gauntlets flaring. "S-stop!" The command tore from Kai's throat, louder than intended but trembling like a plucked wire. "Leave him alone!" The Mistress didn't turn. Her shadow tendrils paused mid-stroke against Freedom Man's shuddering back. A low, velvet laugh echoed unnaturally in the dead air. "Darling," she purred, finally glancing over her shoulder, amber eyes pinning Kai like a butterfly specimen. "Didn't your mother teach you? It's rude to interrupt... *playtime*." She snapped her fingers. The shadows beneath Kai erupted—cold, liquid darkness wrapping his ankles, yanking him off his feet. He slammed onto the pavement, the breath knocked from his lungs. Before he could gasp, more tendrils snaked up his legs, torso, arms, binding him spread-eagled on the cold ground and covering his mouth. His photon suit flickered uselessly against the Umbra's grip. "When I am done teaching Sissy Boy some lady like matters, I will be sure, to turn you into a proper pet." She turned back towards Freedom Man, ignoring Kai's muffled struggles. "Now, where were we? Ah, yes..." Her shadow tendril sharpened into a cruel point, hovering inches from Freedom Man's tear-streaked face. "Open wide, bitch. Mommy's got a special treat..." The tendril plunged deep into Freedom Man's throat, bulging obscenely against his neck as it forced its way down. Gagging sounds filled the square, punctuated by The Mistress's soft hum of pleasure. *I have to get away, I can't win, not against this monster!* Kai thought, as he struggled against the shadows. The tendrils left Freedom Man's throat, dripping saliva and blood. Freedom Man gasped for air, coughing violently. "Now, Sissy Boy," The Mistress commanded, her voice dripping with malice, "show Mommy how much you appreciate her kindness." Freedom Man instantly stick his ass out, and spread his cheeks with his hand "Please Mistress, show my boy pussy what a real cock feels like" Freedom Man begged. The Mistress chuckled darkly, a shadow tendril thickening and forming a grotesque, veined shape. "Since you asked so politely..." She thrust it brutally into Freedom Man's ass. Freedom Man screamed, a sound of pure agony mixed with perverse pleasure, his body convulsing violently as the shadow cock pistoned in and out of him. "Fuck me harder Mistress! Ruin my slut hole!" Freedom Man screamed, as The Mistress fucked his ass harder. Kai squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the sounds of wet slapping flesh and broken moans.

To be continued...