Chapter 1
It's been a long couple of months for Lindy since she even had a sensible conversation or interaction with either Bob or the Sentry and thankfully, she had no misfortune of crossing paths with the Void either. Her husband was mostly absent from home and if she didn't see him on the news she had no idea where he could be at all. She spent her days cooking, cleaning and doing chores in hopes that he might show up in the evening and act like nothing happened. If that didn't occur, she would turn on some TV show and then call it a day.
It's not like she had any friends but she would hang out in the local bookstore and the nearby café. She made acquaintances with a few young ladies and they would occasionally chat and grab some warm beverages. Sometimes, they would bring friends. And that's how she was introduced to a young charming songwriter named Andy. He would come to the store to grab some poetry for his leisure and possibly, for a new creative spark of inspiration.
Lindy would chat about anything but when it came to her personal life, she became vague and superficial, which was a bit of a mystery for everyone. Especially for Andy. Always a sucker for a good story, he wouldn't stop asking and subtly prying and if he didn't get the answer he would come up with his crazy theories. Little did he know that the reality was much scarier than just a little crazy.
It took a while but Lindy slowly started opening up to him. His softness and care made her feel safe. After all, that's all she wanted. A place to feel safe at. But she wasn't stupid enough to reveal the truth as it is. All she had to say was that her marriage wasn't what she had hoped for and her husband became just absent - physically, mentally and recently both. It immediately broke her down to tears and that evening Andy took her by the hand away from the prying eyes of bystanders and drove her to his apartment, made her tea, covered her in a blanket and in his own embrace. It didn't take long until they spent a night together. She never cheated before or at least she didn't think so. She certainly had some memory gaps after those years spent with Bob/Sentry/Void trio.
Next morning she returned home to the Watchtower and tossed the keys onto the counter. She held her head in her hands and sighed. She felt guilty and ashamed but also accomplished. Suddenly she was startled by a voice:
“Hello darling, I'm home.” She almost screams. He appeared as a ghost. No footsteps, no whoosh of wind as he flies in at superspeed, nothing. Nothing but dread. Her heart is pounding in her ears.
“Why so scared, little mouse. Guilty conscience?” He smirks.
It wasn't the one she was waiting for, it wasn't the one she cried about, it wasn't her husband and yet it was. It was the darkest demon that could end the world just about anytime.
“What do you want?” She scoffs and looks to the side with disgust.
“No, what do you think you want to accomplish with your little shenanigans? Remember, I'm always out there. You can't hide from me. I'm everywhere.” He whispers in her ear and makes it echo around her.
“I know what you did.” He gives her a dark smile and a look of a maniac, grabs her by her throat and drags her to the wall not loosening the grip.
“Why do YOU care?” She scoffs.
“Oh I don't. You're just a plaything. But you're mine to toy with. I don't remember advising you to go out and slut around. At least you could've killed him at the end. That might have impressed me a bit.”
Lindy's face is already turning red as she starts coughing and gasping for air.
“I'm sorry,” she coughs out, “please… let go.” She taps on his wrists panicking.
He lets go and she coughs intensely.
“Is that how you choked on his dick, you greedy pig?”
He bitch slaps her, grabs her by her throat again and flies them out of the window into the open sky.
“You still want me to let go?” He smirks.
“Bob…Bobby…I know you can hear me.” She looks into his black eyes in hopes of finding any sort of light.
“Na-a-a-ah,” he shushes her, “We're keeping the yellow buffoon out of it. It's only ussss,” he hisses.
Lindy's pounding heart is deafening her and tears uncontrollably drop down her cheeks.
“Scared now?” he whispers and wipes her tears with his tongue. “Good,” he nods.
He flies back and throws her on the floor at high speed. Before she can gather herself, he presses her head to the floor with his foot and asks: “Now tell me why you were going out in search of dicks and then I decide if I crush your skull or not. Yet.”
“Aaaargh”, she yells in pain.
“Answer me!” He yells louder.
“I.. I wasn't though...”
“You wasn't?! You clearly wanted something from him.”
“I.. I just wanted to feel safe…”
“Oh, you're funny. Was it worth it? Do you feel safer now?” His foot kicks her in the face and stomach and she goes flying to the corner of the room. He goes down on her level and murmurs maniacally: “Don't you know, little dove? You're never safe.”
Void grabs her hair, drags her through the floors and throws her on the bed. Lindy lies motionless on the bed, her eyes unfocused and tears trickling down her face. Void inspects her closely and smells her floral perfume mixed with fear.
“All this fear… gets me in the mood,” he muses.
He unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants.
“No.. please, no…” Lindy protests.
“You. Have. No. Say.” He spells out as he forces his hand into her mouth and jerks it back and forth with each syllable.
He frees himself from his pants and underwear revealing his big erected cock. He adjusts Lindy to the edge of the bed and forces himself into her mouth. Poor girl fights back and cries.
“Shut. Up. For. Once.” He thrusts into her with power. He pushes his whole length down her throat and she gags and cries intensely. He doesn't give a fuck. He fucks her mouth like it's the end of the world. She chokes on his cock over and over and he fucking enjoys it. He doesn't even cum, he's only toying with her to humiliate her.
He pulls out his cock and Lindy cries and screams in mental agony while trying to crawl out of here.
“No.” He materializes in front of her and tsk's. He mentally drags her around the bed to the exact spot he wants her in. The room gets darker as shadows creep in and a pair of tendrils keeps her hands in a fixed position. She now faces a fully naked body of what was once her husband crawling on top of her fixing her hips down with his body weight. Black tendrils proceed to coil and slither around her skin tearing up her clothes by dematerializing them bit by bit which feels like stingers and hot electricity.
“Did it feel the same when he was touching you? That pathetic artsy guy?” He puts his burning hot palms on her cheeks and brushes his warm fingers against her naked upper body. He squishes her breasts and twists her nipples, then slaps them mercilessly with the back of his hand.
“You sick parasite,” she spits in his face.
He shuts her up with a rough kiss and bites her bottom lip to draw blood.
“That how he kissed you? I bet it felt tasteless though. It wasn't satisfying, was it? Because deep down, in that sick little heart of yours, you don't care about him. He means nothing to you at all,” he keeps breaking her.
“Alright, you're right,” she breaks down crying, “I don't care about him. I just missed my husband. I just wanted my husband back but he wasn't there.”
“There you go.”
She realized at that moment that she still loved her husband the same as she did on their wedding day and the thought of what she had done made her wanna throw up. She looked at the creature in front of her. It wasn't her husband even though it looked like him. Except for his pitch black eyes occasionally turning red. Sentry's body was designed to be perfect and it was, even in his Void form. She turned away sickened. “No, it's not,” she insisted, trying to convince herself.
“Don't get the wrong idea, worthless whore. Your ‘husband’ is not coming,” he air quotes the word husband and laughs. “He's not there at all,” he shrugs and grins. “But I don't mind using his stuff and breaking his little doll in the process,” he pauses. “Now spread your legs for me, bitch,” he commands.
He slaps her clit ruthlessly multiple times and forcibly shoves his fingers inside her without a warning. He makes a few strokes and he doesn't give a fuck that he's hurting her already. Then finally his huge cock enters her body which causes pain to her unstretched pussy.
“A-a-ah,” she groans.
“I knew you would like it,” he smirks and mocks a smile.
“Stop.. please,” her eyes fill with tears once again.
He doesn't even notice and starts claiming her from the inside forcing her pussy to stretch and adjust immediately. He gets balls deep in her, holds her by her hips and fucks her full force.
“There we go, little flower. We'll sink to the bottom tonight petal by petal."
He leans towards her, supporting his upper body weight with one hand wrapped around her throat and the other covering her mouth and keeps slamming into her. His pace keeps getting more ruthless and she starts giving out muffled noises. But then he notices that they've become more in sync with his thrusts. He keeps going while staring into her eyes and she keeps groaning in unison. He takes the hand off her mouth and she gasps for fresh air.
“I've heard that,” he sings. “I've heard your little noises. You thought you could hide behind that mumbling, but you actually enjoy it, don't you?” he smells her and brushes his nose against her face.
“But that's even for the better. You know what's more interesting than a braindead whore? A corrupted one.” He smirks so genuinely.
It hits differently this time and Lindy thinks: “That smirk gets me everytime. It's almost cute.”
“I heard that too,” he whispers and licks her face.
“Now that we're on the same page…” He flips her body around down on her stomach, grabs her hair wet from sweat and tears, holds it in a ponytail and pulls it hard making her back arch. He wraps her with his own body and takes her from behind. Lindy groans. She feels his warm body pressing so tightly against her, his every muscle moving and his member working on her from the inside insistently claiming her without shame or mercy. He feels so warm inside her wrapped by her walls, she thinks. She knows she's getting wetter for him and that it's harder to deny the things he makes her feel. She can't keep it in anymore so she gives out a moan and then another as he fucks her hungrily.
He leans down over her shoulder and she hears his ragged breath. Their faces and hair are sticky and wet from sweat and he whispers as their faces touch: “Are you corrupted enough already? Do you crave me now?” He asks and keeps pounding. Her moans get more and more intense.
“It feels good, doesn't it?” He keeps teasing.
“Oh.. oh..,” she moans like a whore now. “Yes.. yes, it does,” she sounds like a whore and finally admits.
“I'll let you in on a little secret to make you feel even better, alright?” He pauses. “There is no Sentry,” he murmurs around her ear and it echoes around her in her delirious bliss as he thrusts the hardest yet. She whimpers as a desperate slut. This sentence would frighten her on any other day but right now it somehow makes her get sluttier.
“It's just the two of us. So you can let loose.” He keeps unraveling her and the room is getting almost pitch black.
“There's nothing else. It's only you and the Void all around.” The words break her down completely and set her senses ablaze. All she feels now is all consuming fire and unrelenting desire for this ecstasy to never end.
“That's it. I knew you were a slut for the Void.” he suddenly stops, grabs her by her cheeks and shakes her head covered in sweat and sticky hair and throws her to the corner of the bed like a used rag.
She keeps squirming and whimpering, her pussy clenching desperately against nothing.
“What's that? Do we have a problem?” he mocks her and asks casually.
“I thought you wanted me to let go of you, remember?”
She nods in disagreement.
“You don't wanna go?” he mocks surprise.
She keeps nodding for a no unable to utter a word.
“So what do you want? Do you want more?” He asks amusingly.
“Say it then.” He says calmly. “Say it!” He shouts loud.
“Yes, I want more, Void.” She breathes out.
The way she addressed him by this name sent a shiver throughout his whole body.
He calls back his tendrils and they start swarming around her squeezing her throat, wrists, ankles and random places around her thighs, arms and waist. They keep toying with her, exploring her, stinging and sending ways of electricity down her body. Black shadows keep oozing from them and swirling around, light keeps getting sucked out of the room and Void's eyes turn fully red. Red tendrils appear behind him and he enters her once more sending Lindy into an ecstatic frenzy.
“Say it with me,” he whispers maniacally, “I want you, Void, I want you to corrupt me. I want you..”
“I want you Void, I want you to corrupt me.” They say in unison.
“Isn't this the best feeling? To let completely loose, strip away all the shackles, become completely empty and free?”
“Yes, yes.. ah, ah.. yes,” she moans like a whore.
He sinks his shadowy mists under her skin and she can feel them writhing inside her. Everywhere, reaching every corner of her body and mind.
“I told you, I'm everywhere. All around you. Alwaysss.” He hisses.
The tendrils around her body keep tightening up, always swirling and cutting like a thousand needles, leaving trails of blood all over her body. They're leaving marks and cuts around her wrists and ankles and choke her on repeat. But she doesn't mind this time. It's quite the opposite. Void leans closer and the red hot tendril from behind him enters her mouth. It's thick and hot, it fills up her mouth and slithers down her throat proceeding to fuck her. She gags and chokes on it. With her mouth and pussy full, she's getting fucked into oblivion. Void groans with lust and fucks her hungrily as they both are getting so desperate for release. At the edge of ecstasy and bliss, they both crash at the same time.
Lindy is still shaking and moaning blissfully coming down from the whole experience. Void gets up and calls his swirly shadows and black tendrils off seemingly sucking them back in. The room starts getting brighter again as more sunlight is allowed to enter. Void pulls the curtains closer to each other to prevent more sun from spreading. Lindy grabs a blanket to cover herself and watches the man in the room. It's not her husband but he looks just like him again. Perfect and flawless body and long golden hair. She can't see the color of his eyes in this semi-dim light but she assumes it's the same bottomless pit. Lindy's mind is still unable to process what just happened. She lies down on autopilot and stays there lying on the bed motionless staring into the nothing. He leaves her there just like that without uttering a single word and without a trace, he's gone.