Clementina - S05 E19

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Clementina - S05 E19

Read Story: SEASON 5 EPISODE 19

A steady stream of slime slid down the front of the slab and disappeared down a conduit below. The slime was extremely smooth and translucent, and we could see straight through it. Beyond it we were looking into some kind of a room or vestibule. When I took a good look at what was in front of me, I gasped.

On the far side of the room was a door. Hanging on the wall next to the door was a banner that I recognized from the history books. It was a swastika banner, from Nazi Germany in World War II. Next to the banner was a medical table, and on the opposite side there seemed to be something else hanging from the walls. They looked almost like manacles. Behind the manacles there was a small shower stall.

"What the...fuck... my mother Eva murmured, coming up to stand beside me. I reached out to touch the slime window, but Makala grabbed my hand and pulled it back.

"Do not touch the Portal of the Sigil until you are ready to go through," she said.

"The Portal of the Sigil?" my mother asked.

"Yes," Bathory Interjected. "The Portal of the Sigil always takes you to where the Sigil is located within about a hundred yards. There are many places and many times and many alternate pathways through history. There are an immense number of parallel universes, and many versions of us rollicking through the cosmos. But there is only one Sigil of the One. And the Portal of the Sigil always will take you to the universe, place, and time where the Sigil currently is."

"So the Sigil is in the hands of the Nazi's during the second world war?" I asked.

"Maybe," said Bathory. "But it might not be this universe or this version of events. It might be some alternate universe where things turned out differently, or it might be some universe where this insignia meant something completely different. The only way to know for sure is to observe for awhile, and then, ultimately, cross the portal and seek out the Sigil."

"But if this is our history, and this is our timeline, if we remove the Sigil, won't that change events in our time?"

"No," Bathory said. "The ultimate reality splits off bubble universes all the time. Some fade out, others are strong and continue. If we

do go back in time to our own universe, all we could do is spawn another bubble, not ruin our present."

"Wow, that's reassuring, I guess," I said.

"If someone entered that room, would they be able to see us?" Clementina asked.

"No," Bathory replled. "It is a one-way doorway."

"Then how would we get back if we go through it?" Clementina continued.

"Once you have the Sigil, the door will open and you will be able to return.

"But if we have trouble getting the Sigil..."

"Until you get the Sigil, you are trapped."

"Wow," I said. "So somewhere within a hundred yards of this portal Is this Sigil, potentially in the hands of powerful Nazis, probably under lock and key, and once we enter this apparent Nazi stronghold we can't return to our own time and place until we have that Sigil in hand."

Bathory nodded.

"This is a suicide mission, Clementina said. "We'll get slaughtered the moment we show up in this place."

"Possible, but not likely. The Sigil will protect the One. It might not make it easy on you, but it will protect you."

I shook my head. "This sounds...really dangerous. How many of us can go through?"

"You, Eva, and Clementina must go through. You may choose two others to come with you, plus one of the spirits so you will have a total of six. But before you make any decisions, you should watch, take notes, see if you see anything informative in the portal.

I turned to Demeter and Athena. "Did you guys ever finish going through the chests up in the attic? Was there any WWII or Nazi paraphernalia in them?"

"We got through about half of them," Athena said. "There was nothing related to the Nazis in what we reviewed, but maybe its time we finished going through them."

"Right, good idea," I said. The goth twins disappeared down the hallway and I heard them heading back towards the house.

"We should probably take turns watching this portal, two or three of us at a time.

Clementina, Eva and I will watch for the next four hours. Olympia, could you and Ona work out some sort of equitable schedule that keeps at least two people on duty 24x7 for the next few days?"

Olympia nodded and she and Ona headed up to the lab. Clementina stepped away for a few minutes then came back with some camp chairs and the three of us sat down to wait and watch. Alura, Bathory, and Makala all wandered back to their chambers.

Watching an empty room is incredibly boring. We sat there staring at the room beyond the portal for about an hour, mostly sitting in silence. I think if we hadn't already gotten busy up in the Citadel we might have resorted to sex to help us stay awake.

My eyes were getting heavy so I got up and started walking around the chamber, stretching my legs. The natural warmth in the nexus and attached chambers seemingly coming from the slime that was everywhere didn't help you stay awake,

I was about to offer to run upstairs and make some coffee, when the door in that other room opened and a woman entered. She wore a military-style blouse and skirt bearing nazi armbands. Though the harsh uniform she wore hid her body shape somewhat, I realized as watched that underneath the clothing, she seemed to have the standard phallite shape - big bust, narrow waist, broad hips. I wondered if she carried one. She stepped in and moved to the far left. The wall on the left was just out of sight, but the woman who had entered diddled with something on the wall, then walked back to the door and seemed to be calling out to someone in the hallway.

A moment later, two armed guards came in also uninformed women bearing a phallite shape - escorting a waifish young woman in chains. She looked to be about thirty or so and was completely nude. The nazi woman said something to her, and she just shook her head. This was repeated twice, then the young woman was taken to the far left of the window and pushed down to her knees.

The woman who seemed to be in charge stepped to the doorway and peered out, then called into the hallway

There was a moment then when the three Nazi women in the room all looked at each other and I could tell by the looks on their faces they were uncomfortable with what was about to happen.

Something seemed to shimmer in the air of the room as we watched. Someone was approaching the doorway from the other side and it was as if their presence filled the room before they even entered. A shape filled the doorway, then moved into the room.

My mother, Clementina, and I all gasped in unison.

We three had been through a lot together by now, going back to when Clementina, under the influence of Ona's dark phallites, had attempted to seduce and infect me and my mother. And we all three knew exactly what we were looking at or so we thought.

The woman entering the room was completely nude and her stomach bulged as if pregnant. Her phallite body shone in the harsh light of the bare bulbs above her, a thick coating of slime lay on her large pendulous breasts and thick thighs. Her eyes were ringed with black circles that trailed out in a network of black lines across her face. The threads covered her entire body, coalescing around black nipples and turning her thick labia and long, dangling, cock-like clitoris a deep onyx color. The bellybutton that stood out from her distended pregnant tummy was also black. Her eyes bumed red under an unruly black mane of hair that hung halfway down her back. A steady stream of slime with a slight trace of blood trickled from her slit and asshole, and a thin thread slid from the corner of her mouth. Milk from her black nipples mixed with the slime and ran down her pendulous breasts and her stomach. Her pink anal sheath prolapsed and hung out like a tail, sliding across the floor behind her.

We knew what this was. We had seen this before. This woman was a dark phallite queen, as Ona had once been.

"I thought that your grandfather created the dark phallites as some kind of experiment?" I asked Clementina, my eyes still glued to the drama unfolding before me. "Was he a nazi?"

"Not that I know of," Clementina said. "He didn't seem like the type"

"What the fuck, my mother murmured next to us.