“Director, I know you said you had a way of dealing with altered items, but on this occasion I do think you shouldn’t go in there without backup.”
Jesse appreciated Langston’s concerns but she preferred to work alone. She’d singlehandedly rescued the Bureau from the Hiss after all. But even so, Langston had ever been as concerned for her safety when she’d dealt with altered items before. This one had him worried. It had already left five agents comatose since it went wild in the panopticon. Fortunately, this item didn’t move around like many of the others so it remained confined to its designated cell. But despite that, agents from all over the oldest house are being drawn down here. Even Director Jesse Faden could feel it’s influence. She came down here to get to the bottom of the situation.
Langston kept all agents outside the panopticon while Jesse went in alone, to minimize the danger to other agents. She hoped it wasn’t the hiss again, their influence spreading to more altered items. She rode the lift up to the third level, cocking her gun as she stepped out. She doubted she’d need the service weapon, alters usually respond to her telekinetic powers and Polaris, but one can’t be too sure. She approached the cell, Langston’s warning still echoing through the speakers. “You worry too much Langston” she told him dismissively. “I’ll handle it.”
She tried to recall the briefing document she was given about the altered item as she rounded the corner and stepped up to the glass. Inside was a seven foot tall marble statue of a male figure, his arms beckoning her forward with a silent provocative expression, his robes draped across his chest framing the marble carving of genitalia standing erect from his crotch. There were no other statues like this in the world. Nobody knew who sculpted it, or when it was made, or where it came from. It was found a few decades ago in Rome and eventually brought into the Bureau’s possession soon after. According to the documentation, it draws people towards it when they are in an undisclosed vicinity, whereas they are then found either weak or exhausted or, in extreme cases, comatose. The bureau have attempted to observe its effects, but the footage and recordings have been mislaid since the hiss attacked. So Jesse wasn’t a hundred percent sure what she was in for if things went south.
She stood in front of the cell staring at the statue. It didn’t move, it never shifted position, just stared back at her. But the for some reason she couldn’t pull her eyes away from it. Not like the fridge, this was more magnetic. It wanted her to come into the cell with it. “Langston, are you watching?” She asked, trying to keep the nerves out of her voice.
“I’m here and got eyes on you and it” he replied.
“I’m going in” she reported, breaking her gaze to step through the security door to the side to enter the enclosed space.
The statue remained frozen and lifeless as Jesse entered the cell, carefully closing the door behind her sealing herself in. Her eyes darted up to the far corner where the security camera monitored the room, knowing Langston had his focus glued to the screen from the safety of the security room. Now that she was in the room with the altered item, she could feel the aura emanating from it. It was alluring, intoxicating, making her feel lightheaded. I’d better get this over with quickly she thought, stepping forward shaking the unnerving feeling off. She stood in front of the statue, it’s vacant eyes staring down at her, towering over her filling the room. She took a deep breath as she examined it, trying not to stare at the ten inch long marble penis pointing at her. Averting her eyes she holstered her gun and held up her hands, focusing on the energy surrounding the object. It should be easy enough to cleanse now after all the practice she’d had.
It shouldn’t have come as a surprise when the altered item pushed back. The aura grew louder filling her head, bathing her mind with a sensation of dizziness, her vision blurring. She heard Langston calling to her over the radio until the noise cut out, his garbled voice complaining about losing audio. Her legs got unsteady as her equilibrium shifted, bringing her to her knees as the room spun. But when she looked up the statue was still towering over her, it’s arm reaching for her. She blinked and groaned, trying to resist this overwhelming sense of…euphoria? Why do I feel good? Aren’t these things supposed to hurt? Maybe it doesn’t want to hurt me. Maybe it wants to…
What does it want? She wondered, pushing against the supernatural force pulling herself back to reality. When she did, she found herself on her knees in the middle of the cell with her hands around its erection, the thick marble cock in her mouth. Her eyes widened as she pushed away in alarm, saliva trailing from its tip. “Shit!” She gasped, falling against the thick glass staring up at the statue in shock and disgust. Suddenly it’s intentions became quite clear, it’s energy filling the confined space invading her body and mind. “Langston, do you copy?” Jesse called out, but the man didn’t respond. The red light on the camera blinked still, but there was no grantee anyone was watching. Altered items have a habit of obscuring their activities.
Jesse sluggishly climbed up against the glass, keeping her body as far away from the statue as she could, fixing her gaze on it. It didn’t move, but it didn’t need to. She could feel it pulling her closer, it’s hand beckoning her, it’s cock waiting for her, it’s eyes boring into her. She glared back at it, euphoria filling her senses again, but she stayed fixed to her spot, ordering her feet not to move. So instead her hands did the moving, removing her jacket before unbuttoning her blouse. What am I doing? She asked herself as she undid her trousers. It’s making me…no, it’s not is it. It’s making me feel good but I’m doing this. Why am I doing this?
“Oh fuck” she muttered as her hand reached into her trousers, her fingers slipping into her underwear rubbing her clit. Her other hand finished opening her blouse so she could squeeze her boobs through the bra. She slumped against the glass surface still staring at the statue as it watched her pleasure herself, letting out a quiet chuckle. It’s victims were either weak, exhausted or comatose. Now I know why. It likes to make people horny and watch them fuck themselves to oblivion. That cock isn’t just for show, it’s for us to play with. Shit, I knew I should’ve masturbated this morning…
Jesse was overcome by her own hormones as she started fingering herself in the cell, panting like a bitch in heat as she pushed two digits into her cunt and roughly groped her tits lifting her bra up to pinch her erect nipples. The statues effects were potent and soon she was rabid as she slumped against the glass moaning loudly, pressing her boobs against the glass to hump her hand while the other inserted more fingers into her ass. She was lucky no one was on the other side to see her in such a hot mess, her red hair loose and tangled over her angular face. It was a miracle she still had any clothes on, though her trousers were halfway down her legs and her blouse was open.
This is not how I pictured today going.
Things in the cell became a blur for Jesse when she stopped resisting the Statues effects. Her brain became a sea of euphoria and her body a pool of pent up sexual tension. At some point Jesse moved from the glass to the statue itself, pressing her back against its muscular chest while she rubbed the marble cock between her thighs grinding the shaft against her quivering clit. The robe covering the statue lay around the floor but she had no recollection of removing it. She didn’t have time to care as she clung to the outstretched arm for support as she rubbed against the altered item, throwing her head back releasing a gluttonal moan.
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself facing the stone face gasping breathlessly, her arms wrapped around its thick neck with her legs hooked around its hips. She looked down and found her pants on the floor, her underwear pulled to the side allowing the huge marble cock entry into her dripping womanhood. She didn’t even remember sliding onto the thing. It felt like she had a fist inside her pussy, along with several inches of a steel rod. Yet somehow that made Jesse’s body crave more, her inner walls pulsing around it as her hips bounced back and forth of their own accord. She couldn’t stop herself from enjoying the relief, moaning and panting as she fucked the altered item faster. She gave the statue a stern glare through her whimpering, wondering if it could actually feel anything. Maybe it’s feeding off me in some way. Maybe it feeds off orgasms. Either that or it’s just a pervert that enjoys making people horny. No wonder the bureau had to take it in. All those tourists coming to see it and jerk off to it, the best and worst attraction in the world. But fuck, it’s cock feels so good. God, am I getting off to this? This is so weird even more me!
Pushing through the pleasure, Jesse tried to take the opportunity to try and cleanse the item while it was distracted. She was able to focus her powers, even as she approached climax, to push the negative influence away. It pushed back by sending her body into orgasm, causing her to scream as she came on it’s enormous cock, her mind going white.
When her vision cleared, Jesse found herself in the astral plane. Groaning from the aching in her limbs, she pushed herself off the floor to climb onto her feet, discovering she was still half dressed and without her gun. “Shit” she muttered, wrapping the blouse around her bare torso after fixing the crooked panties, the only items of clothing she had left. It never even occurred to her she could travel to the astral plane naked. As she stood on the dark platform, she heard something large rise out from the void behind her, turning around to witness a giant eye open up and shine down on her like a massive spotlight. Covering her eyes, she could see the dark shape of a creature with six legs jutting out of its sides. “Oh, it’s you again” she grumbled dropping her hand as she addressed the strange entity she knew as the former. “Are you the one messing with Altered items again. What do you want now?” She asked.
“Cooperation” was the only word she understood from its usual garbled language. Out of the darkness, several figures materialized out of nowhere and approached the director, nude humanoid shapes with no faces. Jesse had encountered many of these astral “copies” before, constructs of the astral plane usually used as target practice. These ones had a different function however, stepping out of the darkness to restrain Jesse with their powerful hands. She attempted to break free, but her limbs were still weak after her encounter with the statue. As a result she just let the copies take hold of her, lifting her off her feet to present her body to the Former. She didn’t like it’s intentions towards her, but she was still filled with euphoria so didn’t put up a fight.
The giant spotlight narrowed as two of its spindly legs came around in front of the entity. She stared up at it as they hovered over her, the large tendrils coming to a point, wondering what they were capable of. She discovered one capability when they came down and stabbed into her breast, piercing her nipples with accurate precision. She didn’t cry out in pain, instead gasped in shock as instead her tits were injected with something. She had no idea what, but whatever it was enlarged her breasts slightly and further amplified her senses. Now her whole body tingled and craved pleasure, the tendrils releasing her engorged nipples to retreat back into the darkness.
“Enjoy…satisfaction….reward….service…” the entity garbled.
The astral copies hands repositioned Jesse into a more comfortable position so they could start massaging her. Jesse had never experienced a massage in the astral plane before, and it was more more surreal that she could imagine. The textures of their hands and fingers as they groped and caressed her skin coupled with the gentle yet firm grip of their hold stimulated places she didn’t know she had. Figures surrounded her as they shared her body between them, a dozen hands roaming everywhere making her mind go numb. Jesse didn’t struggle. She liked what they were doing to her, her own personal orgy, her reward for becoming the director. Her muscles were inflamed with pleasure that’s to her increased sensitivity, causing her to recline against the body of the copy supporting her from beneath. “Fuck, now this is what I call company benefits” she whispered.
The former watched silently as the figures played with Jesse’s Brody, their hands invading past her open blouse and underwear to squeeze and massage her mounds or rub her inflamed clit, stroke her slim neck and long legs and arms. Jesse closed her eyes and rode the tidal wave of pleasure letting them do what they liked. She’d forgotten how long it had been since she last had sex and she was long overdue some relief. She reached out to see what else these copies were packing and rejoiced when she found them all sporting long erections from their groins. Her hands wrapped around a few feeling their hand solid shapes, like stone pillars, anticipating the moment one of them rewarded her with its penetration.
That reward came sooner than she dared hope when the copy below her reached up and held her hips tightly, guiding them down to its rock hard dick introducing it to her tight white ass. Jesse shuddered when she felt it probe her back passage, biting her lip relaxing her muscles so it could enter her cleanly. She screamed when it’s thick tip stretched her hole, throwing her head back enjoying the burn as it sank all the way down to the base. Now it was inside her, it’s hands moved to grasp her tits squeezing them tight, thrusting it’s cock in and out of her ass until she was bouncing on its lap.
Fuck that feels so good. Why didn’t I find out about this sooner?
While the eager dark figure fucked her in the ass, another copy appeared in front of her positioning itself in between her outstretched legs, opening her thighs wider to reveal her dripping pussy eagerly waiting to be filled. The faceless figure took hold of her waist and pulled itself closer, inserting its equally thick cock into her cunt filling her completely. Jesse moaned loudly as she was double penetrated, encouraging them to thrust simultaneously rocking her world, her back arching until her head nearly touched the floor.. After a minute of manic ecstasy she was pulled back to a 45 degree angle, opening her eyes to find a fresh crotch waiting to stuff its cock into her mouth. She gaged in surprise as her head was shoved onto its erection, it’s fingers clutching her red hair as she was throat fucked roughly. She grabbed the figures rock hard butt to push it deeper, swallowing the dick whole with each thrust.
The three cocks fucked her wildly, out of sync with each other with no rhythm or finesse, their only drive to fuck the daylights out of the director. She welcomed the intrusions, riding all three of them as more hands groped her naked body. The former continued to watch shining its spotlight down on the group, watching the young woman take all these spectral penises and insist for more. She didn’t know how long the gangbang lasted, an hour maybe more, focusing only on the pleasure filling her mind, body and soul. After an uncertain amount of time and an increasing number of orgasms, the copies all shimmered in unison. Somehow Jesse what what was coming, preparing to receive her final reward as they all abruptly ejaculated around her. Unseen cocks sprayed her with golden cum raining over her glistening body as the three penetrating her swelled and exploded down her holes in unison. She clenched around them climaxing with them, swallowing their cum with desperate gulps until she was leaking from every orifice, choking on the excess as they flooded from her nose and made her uterus swell. The climax was explosive causing her Vision to turn fuzzy.
When she finally opened her eyes again, she found herself back in the cell of the panopticon, her blouse hanging from her shoulders as she lay slumped against the marble statue still sitting on its penis. She blinked through the post orgasm haze and looked up at the silent unmoving expression of the statue staring blankly back at her, her cheeks blush red. That all really just happened she thought, carefully lifting herself off it’s cock and dropping back to the floor. Her legs were like jelly and her cunt ached, and when she looked down she found golden fluid leaking from both her pussy and ass. She swallowed the last of the same substance down her raw throat, checking her breasts relived to find them back to the right size. She looked up at the altered item, happy to find the former’s influence gone leaving the object placated for now.
Satisfied the job was done, Jesse picked her clothes up off the floor and redressed herself, straightening out her outfit and fixing her hair as she tied it back. She also returned the cloak to the statue, covering its manhood. She felt a tiny tug in her mind to the altered item, like a sign of acknowledgement from the object. It made her smile. I have a feeling I’ll need to come back down here at some point she mused, casting a glance to the blinking red light on the security camera before leaving the cell and closing the door behind her.
“Oh, director, you’re back” Langston stammered almost falling out of his seat in the security room. Jesse scanned the interior and found he was the only one still here, the thick sliding vault doors sealing the panopticon shut as she scanned the monitors. One of them was switched off and she noticed a thin bead of sweat on Langston’s face. “The altered item is dormant. The situation has been dealt with” she reported.
His expression contorted in surprise. “That’s great” he replied, nodding nervously. “I’ll get men to double the security to the cell, make sure it can’t lure any more of our agents down here.”
“Actually, I think it’ll be safer to move it to a more secure but accessible cell” Jesse suggested. “Somewhere we can monitor it closely while we figure out the right protocol to keep it happy.”
Langston’s expression was conflicted until he nodded. “That could be arranged” he said. “I’ll see what we have.”
“Good. In the meantime, I should come down and check in with the altered item once a week and keep it placated. Keep up the good work” she said, turning back to walk briskly to the exit. Before Langston got a chance to breathe, she called over her shoulder “oh and Langston. I’ll want a copy of that tape on my desk within the hour.”
His face went pale as he begrudgingly muttered “yes ma’am” as he heard the door shut behind her. When he was sure she was gone, he switched the monitor back on and returned to the playback of the security footage from the inside of the altered item’s cell. “Just as soon as I’m finished with it” he mumbled under his breath as he returned to masturbating in the security room.
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