Psychosis by the Beach

Now this had been a fun experiment.

Willow grinned as she lay back on the reclining chair, grinning from ear to ear. She was sporting just a simple black and purple bikini; the warm air and sunshine more than enough of an attraction to wearing far less clothing. A small table was set up on her left side, with a colorful margarita glass filled with equally colorful alcohol resting on the surface. She lazily draped her hand behind her head, still wielding her firearm, though it wasn’t primed at the moment. Willow had set herself up near the pool, the glistening swimming cove behind her and the glistening ocean spreading out before her, just past the edge of the veranda.

Below her, on the boardwalk of this particular resort, was absolute chaos. Men and women of all ages and sizes were tearing one another apart, either with makeshift weapons that they had taken from around them, their own limbs or magic that they controlled. Bloody and viscera stained the once pristine ground, the white-washed walls and the well kept grass. It was a bloodbath of the best quality.

Standing just to her right stood Libra, the silent Celestial Spirit under control of the Xocili. She’d heard about this particular resort and, given its location away from major cities and population hubs, she’d picked it for a secondary experiment for Libra. Her test run in the bar had been impressive and provided significant results but a good scientist always ran the same experiment several times to verify findings. Plus she wanted to expand upon her subjects, opting to target a wider range of people rather than a small group. Chaos Shift had played out just as she hoped; tipping the scales of good and evil within each person and dropping it dramatically into the dark and malicious. She watched with amused glee as the carnage continued to unfold itself below her.

“Ya know, you and I are gonna do some great things, Libra,” she said as she reached over and took her glass in hand, bringing it to her lips to take a sip. “Frankly, if ya had a dick I could use, you’d be the perfect partner. Wait, do you have a dick? Because if you’ve been holdin’ out on me, I’m gonna be real hurt. We coulda been screwin’ this whole time -- ain’t nothin’ like sex during a massacre.” She looked over at the Celestial Spirit, eyeing him up and down.

The Spirit remained silent, staring out towards the horizon without a hint of emotion. After a moment of consideration, Willow leaned over and patted down the armored cup where the spirit’s crotch should have been. “Can you uh like… remove this thing for a moment?” she asked her spirit as she continued to try and pry it off. But still Libra remained still and silent. After finding no purchase, Willow sat back with a frown. “Aw, you’re no fun,” she said with a visual pout. It seemed her dream of being railed around the sounds of bloodshed and murder wouldn’t be realized that day, or so it seemed. “I suppose I could shift one of the pretty ones back and see if I can’t suggest some fun. But humans get all crazy when they see blood and stuff. I’d need a real psychopath to really catch my interest.”

Willow’s sensors detected someone approaching. That was unsurprising -- someone was bound to make their way up to the pool area and try to attack her too. After all, the Chaos Shift didn’t protect her entirely from danger but that was part of the fun of it! What was strange was the slow, meticulous way the person was approaching; calm and rational even. Raising a brow, Willow shifted just enough to look up and over her shoulder as a new gorgeous albeit dangerous-looking woman came up from behind. She lowered herself onto one of the lounge chairs that was next to her, her large, pregnant belly almost at the point of bursting. She mused aloud about her first time slaughtering people at a spa. A thrill of excited electricity ran up Willow’s spine as she listened to the woman casually brag about her own crime scene, even admitting that she had managed to capture a guildmaster of a former guild and break the woman in.

Who was this woman? Willow did very little to hide the excitement and, frankly, arousal in her features as she stared at the other woman. As Thana’s eyes took a trip down her bikini-clad form, goosebumps puckered all over her flesh as if activated by the stare. There was an aura about this woman that was bone-chilling, terrifying to the deepest core and it filled the Xocili with more adrenaline and excitement than she’d felt in a short bit. This was a woman that wasn’t going to wish to sit her down and try and give her a heroic speech. She licked her lips as the woman introduced herself as Thana first and then by her moniker of Trinity. A very quick search on the lacnet provided all the information Willow needed to know about that particular name. A Warlord, an enemy of the state and wanted for numerous crimes. She praised Willow for her efforts and stated plainly that her talents were wasted in her current guild. As such, she declared Willow worked for her and that working under her would satisfy her desires more than she even expected.

“Well, well. I do love a woman that can take charge,” Willow purred out, rolling onto her side and resting her head on her hand. “Here I was trying to screw my Zodiac spirit and now you’ve come along to try and claim me. Mmph. My endorphins are going crazy right now.” A wild grin tugged at her lips. “But if you claim to be my new master, then you’ll understand I can’t just believe you at your word. You gotta prove you can dominate me or else you may be the one writhing under me.” Willow twirled the firearm on her finger. “Libra. Gravity shift.”

The world around them would lurch and then spin all the way around, as if they were standing in a room capable of moving. The ground would spin up to where the sky once was and the open air would move beneath them. The pull of the planet’s gravity would attempt to yank Thana out of her seat and cast her into the sky, somehow dismantling the laws of gravity to send her careening past the safety of the world’s atmosphere. And yet Willow would manage to keep her feet planted, laughing maniacally and excitedly.

The world spun to its polar opposite, the land flipping to become the new sky. As such, everyone and everything that had been safely planted came undone. The numerous people that had been fighting around them were suddenly ripped off the plane of balance and thrown into the sky. Their cries and screams of both anger and fear filled the air with a new chorus, alarmingly different but no less satisfying as the ones from before. Willow was overwhelmed with excitement, her eyes shining bright and vibrant with a range of manic, crazed excitement. Her laughter echoed out through the area around them, raising its boisterous sound along with the panic.

And despite her attempt to take the woman by surprise, this Thana woman seemed completely unfazed by her spell. She wasn’t kidding -- that aura about her proclaimed power and she was proving she could back it up then and there. She didn’t even look bothered by it! Oh this was going to be so much fun. Thana gave her credit but stated that things generally didn’t go the way they were meant to. But the dark mage was more than willing to provide a taste of her power. “Yeah, whip out your power, mommy…” she said encouragingly before… the world got weird. It felt like the world had changed once more but she hadn’t ordered Libra to change. Did Thana have power over balance as well?

No, it was something more. She tried to speak but her jaw felt heavy, weighted down. Her arms were equally as tired, drained of all of their energy and locking her in place. Worse was that the world around her wasn’t tilting but changing altogether. Gone was the shining, bright world of Earthland and in its wake was…

No. It couldn’t be. It was one of the Nazru’s ships. Her eyes widened in surprise, her excitement put on pause only long enough for pain to suddenly hit her hard. Agony wracked her form as something beat her hard, knocking her down to her knees. Then a hand snapped out and grabbed her around the throat, its sharp claws burying into her flesh. Black blood poured out from the wounds, dripping down over her chest and staining her bikini. With wide eyes she stared into the face of a Nazru, its angry, disgusted voice mere inches from her’s. Thana’s voice seemed to be mixed in with the voice but it was completely lost on her. She was too in awe, the pain filling her veins causing her heart to pump harder. Her entire body felt like it was on fire and she let out a small moan as she bit her lower lip.

The Narzu taunted her, words familiar and loving to the tinkerer. But its tone shifted to something else entirely; a visage that held a strange darkness of violation. It was something that no Nazru would dare consider when looking upon a Xocili. And he called her on her own desires; reading her innermost lusts about the Nazru, about wanting to please them. Despite the heaviness, Willow’s legs tightened and rubbed against one another, a miniscule movement to allow her some kind of pleasure center. The Nazru continued to taunt her, knowing that she wanted nothing more than to please her masters in any way they desired, like the lowly cretin that she was. “Oh god yes,” she cooed lovingly, her eyes fluttering. She knew it was a trick; she knew well enough that no real Nazru would ever say or even insinuate anything overtly sexual involving the Xocili.

But it was undeniably one of Willow’s deepest, darkest fantasies. One of her hands reached up to the Nazru’s wrist and wrapped around her hand, putting just enough pressure to invite the creature to tighten its grip on her. Her other hand went elsewhere to help incite herself higher.

“Yesss… let me please you, satisfy you. Do what you want to me,” Willow hissed, her voice hot and ragged. “Choke me out, beat me, tear me open and rip me all over. Make me hurt. Make me bleed. Fuck me, rape me. Anything you want.” While dark and inherently disturbing, there was a sort of softness to her tone. It was the sound of a woman that missed what she had, longing for the reality she had grown up in and thrived within. Fantasy or not, it was the only time she’d be able to see the Nazru again and if Thana was going to make them live out her darkest desires, then she was going to lean into it as much as possible. The machinations of both her hands was enough to tell that.

This was peak fantasy for Willow. A dark dream that had played in her head more times than she could count, for more years than she should ever admit outloud. Though the Nazru found her physically disgusting, sick at the very sight of her and her kin, their treatment of her had bred a woman wanting -- needing -- punishment. There was a hole in the spot where her soul should be and there was nothing in existence that would ever fill it up enough. And she was good with that; she wanted it that way so that the abuse could keep coming, feeding her more primal desires in comparison to any kind of whimsical philosophical need to be reaffirmed. Torture and pain were the tools of caring and she relished in feeling their lash against her skin as well as dishing it out to others. And she marveled at the masters of this trade, much like this woman Thana.

Willow was all too ready for the abuse that was surely coming, double entendre intended. But before she could achieve any kind of payoff, she was suddenly and rudely thrown from both fantasy and agony, the dark wizard tossing her to the ground like a crumpled up piece of trash. To say that made things better for Willow would be an understatement but it wasn’t quite the punishment she was waiting for, lying on her back, one hand paused while the other held onto the air. She stared up in Thana in confusion, even as the woman dismissed the opportunity. Thana took a moment to appreciate the path that Willow had gone down and offered the chance to deepen her understanding and ability to sow chaos.

As if that wasn’t bad enough -- good enough? -- Thana brought up her boot and slammed it down on Willow’s face, twisting her head down and forcing half of her faces into the ground. It sent her mind spiraling into euphoria and her body right along with it. Willow let out a shaky groan before relaxing, her attention refocusing. Thana told her that if she were a ‘good little pet’ -- as if that wasn’t enough to push her again -- she’d even enlighten her on who the culprit was that had destroyed the Nazru. Now that was interesting. So this woman had a deep seeded knowledge not only about her race but about what had transpired between them and the Nazru. Further than that, she had foreknowledge on who specifically had brought about the ends to her former masters and threw Willow’s life on a tailspin. Truthfully, she didn’t care about any kind of revenge against the person, or so she told herself, but if it presented the opportunity to rend further punishment on her people for daring to think they were homefree… now that was an opportunity worth taking. She smiled against the boot on her cheek and gave the woman pushing down on her a gentle nod.

With her agreement in place, the boot was removed from her face. It was becoming increasingly apparent that Thana was not going to be screwing Willow anytime soon; utilizing her magic and her domineering stance to tease the girl without truly giving her what she wanted. Stars, if that wasn’t an even bigger turn on; this was the kind of punishment someone usually had to pay good money for. Not even bothering to wipe the boot mark off her cheek, Willow sat herself up even as Thana complimented her. “Oh I don’t think I want to be a good girl. Pet is nice though -- good pet or bad girl,” Willow said with a grin up to the woman.

But it wasn’t enough to put it to words; the Xocili needed proof of that loyalty she was now pledging. It was complicated though; Willow couldn’t just go on a killing spree, as she had already done that before Thana had even arrived. It couldn’t be something enjoyable -- it had to be an act performed that encapsulated her fears. Willow’s eyes widened slightly, not quite understanding what was being orated to her. The context she got but as far as she understood, she didn’t really have a lot she was afraid of. But it seemed that she wouldn’t be given a lot of time to consider herself; Thana came up with one herself and summoned for a curved blade. For a brief moment, Willow wondered if she was about to be cut, with the dark wizard reneging on her decline from earlier. But then the handle was turned towards her and it was demanded that she offer one of her arms.

A chill ran down Willow’s spine. She stared, wide-eyed, at the handle before her for a long moment before she slowly reached up and took it in hand. It shouldn’t have terrified her; she could always build a replacement, probably one that was better than her actual arm. Of course it would take her longer since she would be lacking the help of that additional limb. Yet even as she turned the blade over in her hand, she could feel her stomach clench and her throat tighten. She spoke a lot about being cut and abused but in all her years, no long lasting damage, such as mutilation, had been done to her. She’d been saved from that and perhaps that’s where that fear had been created from. She’d never experienced it and with it being unknown and mysterious, it didn’t have a tangible memory or feeling she could relate to.

Yet she understood that declining wasn’t an option. Thana had the aura of a woman who not only knew many things but expected just as much. This was a test of not just loyalty but of her dedication to a path she had only, apparently, dipped her toes into. As her master, Thana was telling her then and there that things would only get darker and more terrifying. And turning that down would most likely result in her immediate death. Her fingers tightened on the blade’s handle. And it was the excitement over what could be, what awaited her on the other side, that she drew energy from. Death was a constant and it was juvenile to fear it’s approach. But the possibilities of what she could learn from Thana, experience at Thana’s hands…

Hell, she didn’t need two arms for that. A ravenous, nearly manic look crossed over her face, her eyes flaring a brighter pink as she grinned from the very deep, dark depths of her soul. Her other arm rose up quickly, extending away from her body. And then in one swift motion, she swung the blade over and through the flesh of her bicep. Blinding, agonizing pain ripped through her veins as the limp dropped the ground, black blood spewing from the stump. It hurt to her very core but she continued to grin, her chest heaving from the exhilaration she was feeling in tandem with the pain. She dropped the  blade to the ground and slowly reached over to the limp appendage laying on the floor, gripping it and pulling it up. Finding strength in her insipid excitement, she brought her offer up and presented it to Thana, much as the blade had been presented to her. “Been a long time… since I just gave a hand job on the first date… but whatever makes you happy, mistress,” Willow said between panting, pained breaths.

She had passed - she had to have passed. Despite the excitement and exhilaration that she got out of the pain, despite the arousal that was once again boiling up from the agony and tension that wracked her body and the air around her, Willow was still smiling. She looked up, her detached arm held in front of her, staring at Thana as she took in the sight of the pitiful Xocili on her knees and bleeding everywhere. She chuckled at Willow’s joke and then accepted the limb, taking it in her hands and examining it carefully. Then teasingly, almost torturously, she turned the arm around and let the palm rest against her cheek, cradling her features lovingly. Oh it was awful and amazing all at the same time, only heightened when Thana took each digit of Willow’s detached hand into her mouth and suckled on it.

Thana said that it was exactly what she was looking for. And as a reward for her success, she beckoned Willow to her feet. The Xocili pushed herself up and close to the dark wizard, her heart pounding in her chest with excitement. Thana reached to the still fresh, bleeding stump and then pressed the detached arm against it. The pain increased tenfold as the raw stump was abused by the intrusion of a solid object. Willow gasped in a mixture of pain and pleasure, the sound dwindling down to a moan. But then magic began to wrap around her arm, stitching together flesh, muscle and metal. Willow gasped again as she watched the extremity recombine with her body and once it had fully healed, she flexed her fingers to test it. The place where the stump was still hurt well and good but that only served to make things better. And perhaps the most amazing aspect was the scar that now wrapped around the entirety of her bicep.

As a Xocili, she was incapable of scarring. None of her race had ever suffered an injury or defect that had left any kind of blemish. Yet here was one, healed, dark and beautiful. Willow was getting all worked up again. Eagerly she brought her fingers up and suckled on them much as Thana had just done, taking in the other woman’s taste before it was gone. She listened to Thana as she informed her that the scar was a reminder of who she was owned by and that it would allow her to never forget it. As if she could. She grinned and purred as Thana ran her nails along her hair, her skin rippling with goosebumps.

That’s when Thana laid down the law. She was going to be forming a new guild and Willow would be joining it without question. Luckily it was right up her alley -- war, destruction and subjugation. It was as if the Nazru were creating their own little organization on the planet themselves. Conflict was stirring among the nations of Earthland and the guild’s goal was to help whisk the chaos and fury into a storm unlike ever seen before. But her first focus was taking care of the baby she was carrying, her hands moving to her stomach as she caressed the swollen flesh. With that knowledge passed on, Thana informed Willow that she was free to roam as she saw fit. She wanted the Xocili to get stronger and to master her abilities and sate any hungers that may have been within. It would be quite some time before she saw Thana again and she was to ignore any news about the dark wizard that did not come from her directly. Things were moving in the background beyond Willow’s comprehension but all would be revealed when they saw one another again and Thana would be the one to seek her out.

Willow nodded. “Clear as day, mommy,” Willow said with a grin, glancing at her swollen belly quickly before looking back up to the woman’s eyes. “I promise by the time you come and find me, I’ll be a lot stronger. I’ll be ready to cause even more chaos, both for you and this new guild yer talkin’ about.” Willow was practically vibrating with anticipation and every instinct in her told her to make a move, to throw herself at Thana and let the woman do with her what she would. But the rational part of her mind held her back, understanding that that particular act was guaranteed for another day. Thana had told her to be patient and wait for her and that’s exactly what Willow would do.

It just meant that a whole lot of other people were going to be on the receiving end of punishment as Willow waited for her master to return.