The story of Sa'Khara

[Seth Karlo]

This will get personal, strange, freaky and pretty intense straight from the begining. I am stamping a 16+ on this straight away. Seth.

Sarah opened her eyes. Pain. That was the first thing she felt.

And, and she wasn't alone. A voice. It wanted her, it wanted to be her. She moved her head, the red of blood catching her eye.

She was naked, lying in an alley somewhere in Gran Canaria's main city. Her breast's were large, and they obscured her vision slightly. She moved, propping herself up against the wall of the alleyway. She looked down, and puked.

The vomit ripped itself from her throat, sliding down the front of her body and mixing with the blood leaking from the large hole just under her breasts. A small, light blue tentacle was partly out of her.

A twinge. She felt something under her skin. She started to shake, feeling the thing inside her moving up her torso, around organs, to reach her spine.

She puked again.

She cried, this wasn't pain, she felt so scared, so emotionally undone that she could do nothing except puke and cry. She started to hyperventilate, and her brain started to release large amounts of Adrenaline and Endorphins, sending her into a fit. She twitched, and started to scream.

The thing inside her reached her brain stem, pushing her skin out on her back, before curling itself around several organs and bones to settlle comfortably inside her. Sarah stood, desperate to get somewhere, anywhere. She was almost blind by tears, she couldn't stop gagging, and now just dry-vomited, her body convulsing as it tried to repel the strange object within her.

She suddenly fell, the Nomad inside her cutting off her spinal cord in an instant. She suddenly felt...aroused. Strangely so. The Nomad was tinkering with her brain.

The heat between her legs suddenly cut off, replaced with pain. Pure, simple, exquisite pain. Pain so high that it went beyond screaming. Her entire body jerked, trying to somehow knock the pain off of her, she started to rip at her arms, and looking at them, she saw her veins bulge.

She was hallucinating, though little did she know it.

She lay there, crying, in pain, tortured, and when a voice spoke within her, she listened.

"Hello little one. You are mine now."

She could do nothing to fight it, and felt herself pushed aside as the more powerful conciousness took her place.

"Let us begin"

She stood, not feeling the strain of her wounds on her body. She started to walk, purposefully towards the nearest landing pad, ignoring stares of anyone walking by.

She was no longer Sarah. And the nomad was no longer Khara.

They, they were Sa'Khara, and they were unstoppable now.

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