Stacey and the Cult Chapter One

Chapter 1

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Stacey And The Cult

Chapter One

By: Kanari writes





Stacey was just your average middle aged school teacher, about five foot four, blonde hair, baby blue eyes and freckles that seemed to just sprinkle across the bridge of her nose. She's just slightly chubby with a slight belly to her, her skin fair with only a few blemishes here and there. When she woke up that day she had no clue that her life would change forever in a blink of an eye. She was walking in the park along with several people enjoying the beautiful sunny day. The birds were singing, people were laughing and kids were playing. Everything was bright until a tall lanky man in a trench coat started to make her feel uncomfortable with how he was glancing back and eyeing her down. He kept his distance for now but he was certainly watching her. Stacey reached into her purse and grabbed her pistol. And that's when it went off!

The screams of everyone around her echoed through her head as time seemed to come to a stand still. The gentleman in front of her had no clue what hit him as he doubled over dead on the spot. The gun still smoking in her hand from the single shot. She panicked. She dropped the gun on the parks walk way, took a few staggering steps back trembling. What just happened? She asked herself before she heard the siren of a close by police officer blare to life. The only logical solution poor Stacey's mind could come to is that she just murdered someone and shes gotta run. She took off running with the stampeding crowd trying to avoid getting trampled by people. Luckily for her she can keep up a good pace of running from her former college days as a track star, she weaved her way in and out of the stampede. Finally finding her way to a seemingly abandoned alley way.

I don't think anyone followed me. She thought to herself as she walked down the alley alone the gravel crunching under her feet as she walked. The wind whistled through the alley causing Stacey to shiver as she held herself. Winter was quickly approaching but it's still moderately warm during the day. “You look lost little lady.” A deep voice comes from one of the darker corners of the alley. Startled Stacey backs up from where the voice came from all the way back into the opposite wall. “Don't worry little lady, I wont hurt you. As long as you do what I say.” They say stepping out from the corner into the alley. They are dressed in a black trench coat and large brimmed hat that obscured his face from view.

“W – what do you want from me? Money? I can get you money.” Stacey stammered as she shuffled through her purse attempting to find her wallet without taking her eyes off of the tall person slowly walking her way.

“Money? No, I don't need money pretty lady. I need you.” They said now taking longer strides towards Stacey who is now cornered against a wall of the alley. The tall person grabs her purse and yanks towards them, throwing Stacey off balance. Stumbling forward into the creep that's after her. Her breasts pressed into them a blush crossing her face.

“H – hey! That's mine!” Stacey shouted and tried to pull her purse out of their hand only to feel the other hand of the perpetrator wrapping around her waist. “Let me go you brute!” Stacey shouted trying to squirm out of their grip, only to feel their grip tightening around her petite waist.

“It's not nice to refuse a gentleman his request!” He growls as he lets go of the purse and grabs a towel from a pocket of his trench coat. He puts it up to Stacey's face and smothers her nose. After a few moments of intense struggle her eye lids grow abnormally heavy before she closed her eyes and falls limp, asleep in his arms. “There, there, that's a good girl.” He says as he slowly drags her from where they were deeper into the alley.

“Another follower there Charles?” Asked the person in the driver's seat messily eating a Reuben sandwich.

“Not this time, I think I found a vessel for our needs.” Charles takes his hat off revealing his brown hair, brown eyes, and buck teeth almost like a beaver.

“A vessel? You think our goddess would take that as a vessel?” Asked the driver. Charles nods and smiles.

“I know she may not fit the criteria now, but with some work I feel they will be the perfect vessel for her.” He explained as he hauled Stacey into the van and buckled her into the one remaining seat in the van. “You ready to get going Stanley? We should get her back to the temple before she wakes up.” Charles explained to the driver who sighs, setting down his sandwich and starts up the van. Two other trench coated members climb into the van and buckle themselves in. “Alright the package is secured.” He chimes as the van starts off from its parked location in the alley and down the road.

What could only be assumed is that hours passed Stacey without her knowledge as day turns into night and the temperatures have dropped drastically. As Stacey woke up from her slumber she could hear the murmuring of people around her. What a strange dream. She thought to herself as she opened her eyes only to be startled by the multitude of people staring at her. “W – where am I?” She mutters out her head throbbing from the chloroform. She tries to hold her head but her arms are heavy to lift, taking a quick look she realizes she is shackled to the wall by chains.

“Don't worry my dear you are safe, the chains are just to make sure you don't run away, but you are safe. Now as to the matter of your question you're in the church of Adephagia. The goddess of gluttony and prosperity.” Said a tall man in a leaf green robe, black hair and dark eyes as he gestured his arms to the many people in the room. “We're here to make sure you are a perfect vessel for our goddess so we can bring her into this realm.” He explained before putting his hand against Stacey's face causing her to reel back in disgust.

“Who are you? And let me go!” Stacey demanded trying to get to her feet from the chair she was currently in only to find her legs are bound to the chair . . . no,a throne.

“Now calm down, I can give you two options. Either you can stay here and be our vessel or I can call the police and tell them I found the person who murdered an innocent man . . . one of our men.”

“How – how did you know? It was an accident I swear.” Stacey whimpered out tears welling up in her eyes fear coursing through her even more than before.

“Because your face is plastered all over the news, they say you fled the crime scene and you are currently being hunted by the police. So, again you have two choices. Stay here and let us care for you, or I can turn you in and let the police have their way with you.” The man said his voice cold as ice and his dark eyes glaring deep into her soul.

“You can't just take me and kidnap me that's against the law!” Stacey shouts as tears began streaming down her cheeks. My boyfriend, my family, my students . . . all are gonna think I'm a monster and I can't do anything but obey? She thought to herself tears streaking down her cheeks.

“Awe, no crying now beautiful. You're in a safe place now.” The man attempts to soothe Stacey's crying while rubbing the tears off her cheeks. Stacey throws her head away from his hand, disgusted by him.

“Don't touch me!” She seethes with anger and sadness mixed into her voice. Opening her eyes to glare at the man, her vision blurry from the tears that still stream down her delicate cheeks.

“Now, now don't need to get so grouchy Stacey. I am your handler and you will learn to enjoy my touch even if it is forced.” The man says coldly. Stacey looks up at him and blinks afraid.

“How did you know my name?” She asked visibly trembling causing the chains to slightly rattle.

“We looked through your purse and found your wallet. We also took the liberty of emptying out your bank account so in case you think about trying to run away from us you have no money to escape with.” He said with a crooked smile spread across his face.

“You monster!” Stacey shouts out causing a few of the members in red cloaks to chortle.

“You can refer to me as Dan, I will be your handler and I will make sure you are taken care of. Whats so monstrous about that now?” Dan said placing his hand on her cheek wiping away a tear with his thumb. Stacey just slumps all fight leaves her. She sits there, sobbing. “Well, I will let you get adjusted to your new home.” Dan said with a smirk as he stepped back and walked out of the room followed by the few red robed members leaving Stacey alone in the room sobbing. In the silence three distinct clicking noises emanated from the walls behind Stacey and the chains on her wrists grew slack.

“H – huh?” She looks at her hands to see the shackles have become loose on her wrists and she quickly pulls them off and tosses the shackles on the ground to the side of her. She kicks her feet to find that her feet are freed as well, or at least one is free as the other is still tied to the wall and isn't letting her foot easily slip out. “Come on. Just let me go!” Not that it's hurting her or really all that heavy but she definitely does not want it on her. After around twenty minutes of prying, pushing and pulling she gives up. She has been so distracted she hardly noticed her stomach was aching for food. She hasn't eaten since breakfast and was not quite sure what time it was now.

A knock came from the door. “Who is it?!” She shouted angrily. Just then the door opened up with Dan walking in with a cart full of what looks to be delicious food, roast beef, mashed potatoes, corn, chicken and several types of pies. “W – what's all that for?” Stacey asked her stomach growling in hunger from just the smell of the food.

“What does it look like? It's dinner.” Dan announced dramatically waving his hands around as if he was a magician revealing some cheap parlor trick.

“What? You don't expect me to eat all that do you?” She shouted at him.

“No, of course not; but we do need to gauge where your hunger begins and ends.” Dan announces, rolling the large cart of food over by Stacey. “Why don't you sit on the bed, or would you prefer to eat at at the chair?” Dan asks awaiting Stacey's response.

“There's a bed?” She asked looking around the large room and indeed in the very corner of the room behind her there is a bed, With a hole in the wall that the one loose chain comes from, there was also a sink and, ,a mirror and not too far from there and a toilet. Stunned for a moment she looks back at her patiently awaiting handler. “I would prefer to eat at a table! Like a normal human being!” She softly said. Dan nods and snaps his fingers, within seconds two red robed men come into the room.

“Yes Dan?” They both asked in unison giving Stacey the chills.

“Please fetch a table for our vessel. She wants to be treated like a proper human it seems.” He said patting Stacey's thigh only for her to swat away his hand. “Now, now no need to be so rude.” He chuckled as he started patting Stacey's thigh again.

“Keep touching me like that and you're going to lose a hand.” Stacey snarls. Dan removes his hand and smiles.

“You will be tamed eventually marvelous vessel just give it time.” He says as two of the red robed men bring in a small table into the room with some difficulty. “Ah! There we go, your table is here.” Dan points out the obvious before starting to load the table with plates of food. Starting with the roast beef, then the chicken, and so on and so forth until the only thing that sits on the car left are pies.

“I wont eat!” Dan just tilts his head almost as if he was a confused dog.

“You wont eat, but aren't you hungry?” He asks curiosity in his voice. Stacey shook her head defiantly but her stomach was aching for food. To her it feels like it's eating itself.

“Alright, if you say so.” Dan says as he motions for the two men to follow him out of the room. After the door closes Stacey turns her nose up from the food until what felt like forever, her hunger wins over and she digs in with both hands. “Mmph. Mmm. Soo good!” She mumbles out between bites of food. What is wrong with me? Where is my dignity? She thought to herself as she continued to dig into the food with her hands, the grease running down her forearms onto the table. Slowly but it did not take long for her hunger was satiated, but she kept eating feeling like she hasn't eaten for days. As she continued to shovel in handfuls of food into her mouth her stomach slowly stretches outwards. Stacey's stomach started to gurgle and groan from the amount of food she was shoveling into her mouth until she finally leans back in her seat groaning.

Knock Knock Knock! Knocking came from the door right before the door swings open with Dan in the door way. “How did you do vessel?” He asked stepping into the room which is answered with a deep and bassy belch that emanated from the bottom of her stomach. “Good, you're full then? So much for not eating huh?” He asks making his way over to Stacey, she just sits there and nods whimpering her greasy hands rubbing over the dome of her belly. “Good girl!” He places his hand on her belly and began rubbing it with his fingers sinking deep into her muscles. Stacey sat there and just squirmed, shocks of pleasure shot throughout her body and she trembled.

What's going on with me? Why am I getting turned on? She asked herself enjoying the feeling of this pervert rubbing her distended belly. Which to her feels massive. Her shirt stained with the grease of the food she quickly and messily devoured. “Come on vessel, it's time to lay down to rest.” Dan suggests pulling her up from her seat and onto her feet. Stacey's center of balanced has changed during her feast causing her balance to be off.

“W – whoa” She exclaimed nearly toppling over. Dan quickly reacted and grabbed her waist and held her to him. Another loud burp emanated from her, Dan helped her slowly waddle to the bed before setting her down on the bed. Stacey sinks into the soft plush bed laying her head on the massive pillow at the head of the bed. “Mmmm.” She moans from the discomfort of her belly and the soft comfort of the bed.

“That's it vessel, just relax and digest.” Dan said as he brushed Stacey's hair out of her face. You are so very pretty vessel. Dan thought to himself as he admired her beauty. His eyes searching up and down her body from her beautiful blonde hair down to her plump yet perky breasts, to her domed out belly and finally her wide fertile hips. Quietly, he turns around and leaves the room turning off the light as he leaves and closes the door to let her digest and rest.