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Her Darkness 1.
🕑 Added 2023-05-29 21:29:37 +0000 UTCOverseeing detention with a troubled student, Aisha Abdullah finds herself face to face with something far older and far more powerful than she bargained for...
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Aisha Abdullah was not ordinarily a nervous woman. Growing up, she’d always been the assertive one compared to her sister, the one to make new friends, the one to ask questions, the one who risked staying out late and faced her mother’s wrath. When her sister’s marriage had begun to fall apart, Aisha had been the one to take action, to console her twin and make sure that she and her daughter were safe and would be free of their awful situation as soon as possible.
Leaving Tehran, Aisha had bought the tickets, smuggled her sister and niece’s belongings out of their home, bundled them into her car and driven them all to the airport. Aisha had found them a place in America. Aisha had gotten a job. Aisha had paid for their humble flat in the small, quiet, midwestern town of Gatesville. Aisha did it all.
With her students, Aisha was firm but fair. She imparted all the knowledge of the syllabus into her class, she made sure that they behaved in her presence, and she made sure that they knew she was not a woman to be mocked or belittled or taunted.
First coming to Gateshead, a town she had only chosen because of its relatively large Muslim American population, she had been disheartened to hear what her new white neighbours felt comfortable saying about her, to her face or behind her back. It hadn’t taken her long to firmly squash the notion that she was “Just another meek, Muslim wife beholden to her husband, unable to think or speak for herself.”
Aisha was not meek, nor was she a wife, and she was very capable and willing to speak for herself very bluntly to people who accused her otherwise.
And yet, here she was, sitting behind her desk in the science lab, heart hammering in her chest as she watched Axel Lister scowl at her homework.
Taking the detention shift was nothing new for Aisha, working an extra hour or two brought in extra money, which she and her family always could use. Most evenings were spent after hours at the school, and she would return late to warmed-up leftovers from her sister and niece’s meals. Aisha didn’t mind, it was a necessary sacrifice for her family, but this evening felt different than usual.
Axel was not like the other students of Gateshead high, she was a troublemaker, and yet Aisha couldn’t remember ever seeing her in detention before. She was tall for her age, with a shock of bleach-blonde hair shaved on either side of her head. Her skin was almost paper white, which coupled with the greyish eyeshadow and lipstick she always wore gave her a slightly skeletal appearance. It matched her physique well, the girl was skin and bones, Aisha wondered what kind of parent let their child get so thin. Then she wondered what kind of parent let their daughter get sleeve tattoos, wear heavy make-up, and showed no sign of interest in the fact she was perpetually on the brink of expulsion.
Perhaps that was the source of Axel’s attitude?
She sighed heavily and adjusted her position in her seat, wincing as her back ached, complaining she’d spent too long sitting down. Just being in the punk brat’s presence made her nervous… she just didn’t know what the girl would do next, what she was capable of.
Strangely, the more she thought about it, she’d never actually seen Axel misbehaving in person. She knew the long list of her misdemeanours like her own name but she’d never witnessed any.
Perhaps Axel was just a victim of her own reputation? She was such a wild and rebellious child, nothing like Aisha, who had always been so strong and responsible.
She was, Aisha thought absent-mindedly, Axel’s opposite number. Where Axel was pale as a ghost, Aisha’s skin was a warm, caramel-brown, gleaming and flawless despite her age, and utterly free from wrinkles even though she’d just celebrated her fortieth birthday. Whilst Axel was slender, Aisha was well-built, at least that’s what she called it. her hips were broad, her stomach soft, but not chubby. Her thighs were thick and powerful, supporting a colossal backside she preferred to keep hidden away under a skirt or robe. Americans had lecherous eyes. Axel’s chest was flat as a board, Aisha’s breasts required her to specially order bras over the internet, as none of the stores in town provided any in her size. As with her ass, Aisha did not advertise her womanly bust, even beyond the measures of modesty taught by the Quran. Men already ogled her as an ‘exotic specimen’, she had no desire to give them anything more to think about, except maybe her furious face.
She stood, tugging on the hem of her sweater to neaten it out, before ensuring her hijab was equally smooth and creaseless. As she peered into the small mirror kept on the science lab’s wall and straightened her glasses, she heard Axel release a grunt of amusement.
“Is something funny, Ms Lister?” She asked.
Axel arched a notched brow. “Nope. I just didn’t realise you worried about your looks.”
“Why shouldn’t I?” Aisha scowled, marching closer and turning her attention to Axel’s homework. The girl had supposed to be finished a report on an experiment they’d done the previous week she hadn’t bothered to hand in and at first, Aisha thought she had been. As she drew closer and came around behind the blonde, she frowned, seeing that what was written on the paper in front of Axel was not a report. It wasn’t even words, just lines of vaguely rune-like scribbles.
“What is this?” she demanded, snatching the ‘report’ from the desk and waving it in front of Axel’s face.
“My homework.” Axel replied, smiling sweetly.
Aisha’s dark eyes narrowed angrily. “What language are you writing in?”
“Demonic.” Axel cooed, resting her chin on her hand, clearly enjoying Aisha’s indignant fury.
“Allah yuetini alqua.” She grunted under her breath, throwing the paper down and planting her hands on her hips. “Axel, why must you always misbehave. What benefit does it do you? Here you are in detention on a Friday afternoon because you refused to do your homework. Now you’ll be in detention again next week because of your behaviour today? Why do you waste your time?”
“You don’t like staying here with me?” Axel pouted, gaze never wandering from Aisha’s, which made the older woman strangely nervous.
“I do my job. The job which supports me and my family. If you were not here there would be no need for my to supervise detention and I would not be paid for my time here. You are benefiting me, if anything.” She said defiantly.
Axel grinned. “You’re welcome.”
Drat, that wasn’t what Aisha had been trying to say.
“Axel… I know you do not like to take things seriously. You like to make everything a big joke, but… I would like to talk to you properly now, honestly. Do you think that would be possible?” She sighed, slowly sitting down at the desk opposite the girl and placing her palms on her knees.
Axel watched her move with interest, her beetle-black eyes never wandering away from Aisha’s even for a second. Usually people’s gazes would shift when they spoke to someone, it was just human nature, but not Axel. Aisha was keenly aware of this, having spent two years now with the eyes of women wandering over her hijab and robes, and the eyes of men peering curiously at her lips, her covered breasts, her hidden backside.
She cleared her throat uncomfortably and stared back at Axel. “Well?”
“An honest talk huh? What’s in it for me?” the girl asked with a smirk.
Aisha sighed. “Must there really be some incentive for you to be honest with me? Do you need to be bribed to just talk to someone as an equal?”
“Equal?” Axel’s grin widened. Aisha sighed internally, she hadn’t pegged the girl for a bigot, an attention-seeking troublemaker, yes, but not someone with genuine malice in their heart. She almost stood back up and abandoned her attempt at an olive branch, but then Axel surprised her again. “I think I could handle that, for a conversation. Just you and I.”
“Yes, just you and I.” Aisha nodded, forcing a small smile.
“Just us girls.” Axel added.
“Er… yes, just us girls.” Aisha nodded again, a little more hesitantly, before taking a breath and fixing Axel with a serious stare. “Axel, is there a reason you do not want to be at home right now? Why you would rather spend your evenings in detention than with your family?”
Axel seemed surprised by the question, but a slow smile stretched over her face.
“To tell you the truth Ms Abdullah, yes.”
“Yes?”
“I’d much rather be here with you.” Axel cooed.
Aisha scowled, then forced herself to relax. “Axel, if you are having trouble at home with your parents it is a very serious matter. If you’re not safe then I can help you.”
“Oh I’m perfectly safe.” Axel sighed, waving a hand. “My parents are just assholes. I don’t blame them, it’s only natural. Besides, a bird’s gotta leave the nest eventually, right?”
“Leave the nest? Are you… are you planning on running away from home? Have you been forced out by your parents?” Aisha asked, leaning forwards and taking one of Axel’s hands.
“Nah. Nobody’s forcing me anywhere, it just time for me to spread my roots, you know? A sapling can’t grow too close to its parent tree, can it? I just need a little space, somewhere to make my own, let nature take its course.”
“Nature? Axel if you aren’t living with your parents where are you living? This is something the school must know about. Are you safe? Do you need help?”
“Well, maybe a little help.” Axel admitted, seeming to be thinking the prospect over. She shrugged and squeezed Aisha’s hand. “A god’s gotta start somewhere, don’t you think?”
Aisha scowled with confusion, “What?”
“Well its not like Gateshead is the Pillars of Evening Dawn, is it?” Axel laughed, “But hey, this reality has a lot of charm. Its nice and quiet, out of the way. I think I could really be happy here, just do my own thing. The rest of existence isn’t going anywhere, right?”
“Axel I don’t understand what you’re talking about but if you’re making up such things just to mock me then I…” Aisha trailed off, trying to pull her hand out of Axel’s grasp, but finding it stuck. Her eyes moved away from Axel’s and down to her hand. “Ya Allah!”
Axel’s hand was gone. Aisha wasn’t holding onto a thing. Instead, a dark black-brown ooze was slithering over her palm, wrapping around her fingers and inching towards her wrist.
Aisha shrieked in alarm and leapt backwards, but was caught in Axel’s immovable grip and came crashing to the floor. The girl only laughed and rested her chin on the palm of the hand not currently turning into goo.
“What!? What is this!? What are you!?” Aisha screamed, terrified, as she watched Axel’s arm dissolve all the way up to her elbow. Her pale skin seemed to ripple and then liquify, darkening into the same black liquid encasing Aisha’s hand, warm and wet and sucking at the Muslim woman’s skin.
“You know you’ll hurt yourself if you keep struggling.” Axel smiled calmly, watching with delight as Aisha reached with her free hand and grasped her own wrist, trying to prise it free of the liquid’s embrace. Instantly, her other hand was stuck as well, paralysed as it made contact with the slime and beginning to be encased as well. “Oops.”
“Stop it! Stop it this instant! Let me go!” Aisha howled.
“Why?” Axel asked, “What’s in it for me?”
Aisha screamed at the top of her lungs, but the school was empty, and Axel only enjoyed the sound. “You’ve got some impressive lungs, Ms Abdullah.” She cooed, “Mind if I take a look at them?”
“What!?” Aisha squeaked, her eyes widening as Axel slid forwards towards her. Her hands were lost inside the slime now, and pulled towards the girl as she advanced. Aisha howled and tried to thrash about to free herself, but suddenly something caught her by the scalp and held her head still.
“Don’t be a baby.” Axel sighed as Aisha screamed herself hoarse, “You’ll thank me later.”
It was a nightmare, just a bad dream, a horror her subconscious had dreamed up as she lay safe in bed at home. Aisha wished she could have believed the part of the brain telling her that, begging her to wake up, but as she stared at the monster Axel was becoming, she knew it was very, very real.
Axel’s face was the only part of her that was still human. Her arms, her legs, her torso, they had all melted into thick, tar-like liquid that coiled and flowed towards Aisha like a living thing. Aisha’s arms had vanished into the slime up to the elbow now, and as she stared and screamed, she suddenly noticed that the way the liquid was moving, the way it twisted and coiled, there was no way for her arms to still be inside. It was like they had just vanished, but she hadn’t felt any pain, she hadn’t felt anything but warmth and wetness. Had her hands and forearms just been dissolved entirely? Without her noticing? Was that going to happen to all of her?
Axel smiled, the goo where her shoes had been pulsing and washing over Aisha’s feet, beginning to work its way up her legs just as it was her arms.
“Please!” Aisha croaked, voice hoarse and throat burning. Tears were flowing from her eyes in a river now, all her stern and serious demeanour melting away into fear just as her arms had. “Please no! What are you doing?”
“Don’t worry about it, Ms Abdullah. It’ll be fine, really.” Axel grinned, licking her lips.
Something wet touched Aisha’s forehead and she squeaked, looking up as much as she could with her head held in place, and spotting a vague black shape moving downwards. The throbbing liquid tendril that had grown from Axel’s hip and latched onto her scalp was moving, bleeding outwards, spreading like lava over her hijab, and now beginning to ooze over her forehead.
“Mercy.” Aisha sobbed. “Axel… Axel please… don’t kill me… please…”
“I’m not going to kill you.” Axel smiled softly, her face floating a little closer, balanced on a rippling stalk of slime like a mask. “I just wanna know how humans work. You’re the first I’ve met.”
Aisha was sinking, she let out a despairing sob, noticing how she was now at eye level with the desk she had been sitting on. Her legs were gone, just like her arms, sinking into a pool of goo that now reached her thighs. “Demon… you’re a devil… filthy shaytan… I won’t… I won’t let my soul be yours.”
“Your soul’s already gone, Ms Abdullah.” Axel sighed. “I ate it first.”
Aisha howled with helpless rage and tried to move her head as much as possible, but now the black ooze was cresting over her eyebrows, looming over her vision and still coming closer. Her eyes rolled in panic, searching for any escape, but there was none.
Her arms were gone entirely now, the goo beginning to pour over her chest, covering her shoulders and moving to link together across her torso. She had sunk deeper into the pool beneath her, her body liquified to the stomach and still disappearing lower. Soon she’d be nothing but a head, and then nothing at all.
Aisha’s wriggling made the slime on her brow quiver and, its weight growing too much, it slopped heavily over her left eye, beginning to ooze down her cheek. There was nothing she could do, nothing but wait to be swallowed up into whatever Axel was and then… well, at this point all Aisha could hope for was death and the welcome reward of a place in Jannah.
Swallowing defiantly, Aisha closed her right eye and began to pray, feeling as the slime poured slowly further and further over her until there was no more eye to open. Everything was darkness, she couldn’t see, couldn’t hear. There was no feeling in her body anywhere below her chin, nothing but warm wetness, like sinking into a comfortable bath after a long day, feeling the water flow over her body, draw it down into its embrace, caress every inch and sink into every pore, holding her like a loving god as she sank deeper and deeper and deeper.
The last thing Aisha Abdullah felt before she succumbed to the pleasant oblivion waiting for her was Axel’s soft lips pressing to her own in a loving kiss. She couldn’t help but reciprocate, the tiny fragment of her body no longer her own, and she felt her lips part to allow Axel’s tongue to slide inside.
It was strange and sinful and utterly perverse, but it was a nice kiss.
As Axel slithered down Aisha’s throat and filled her cheeks with tar, Aisha’s lips curled into a smile.
And then it was over.
The darkness was nice.
The darkness was warm.
The darkness was safe.
Aisha liked Her Darkness.
She liked how it held her, she liked how it filled her.
She liked how it flowed around and through her, how to caressed every nerve of her body and tickled all the little nooks and crannies in her soul, leaving her glowing with bliss.
Aisha loved Her Darkness, and the darkness loved her.
Being born again was a strange sensation, and Aisha wasn’t sure she liked it until the darkness assured her it was bliss.
She crawled out of Her Darkness naked and glistening, the thick black soup of her beloved clinging to her ample bosom and dribbling down her gorgeous thighs. Around her pretty, smiling face, Her Darkness’ liquid flowed and coalesced into fabric, squeezing her head tight in a loving embrace.
When at last she tugged her ankle from Her Darkness, Aisha lay on her back and moaned, her hands stretching her womanhood wide, silently begging Her Darkness to fill her again. It obliged happily, oozing into her gaping cunt, slithering over her skin, teasing her lips open and letting her drink deeply.
Aisha panted as Her Darkness stretched her holes, throbbing and pulsing and pouring into her. Her eyes crossed, shiny and black, as she came harder than she ever had before. The bliss of swallowing Her Darkness, of scooping it inside her sopping pussy, of feeling it wash around her head like a constant, stroking caress… it made her cum so much she felt she might spontaneously combust.
After minutes of writhing and cumming and moaning on the floor, at last, Aisha was clean. She lay prone, smiling happily to herself and still playing with her slick brown petals, waiting for her beloved darkness’ command.
“Axylizst.” She breathed lovingly, feeling how Her Darkness swam within her and sliding a finger inside herself to join it. “Saydaa… 'iilahat baladi… I love you.”
Her Darkness made her cum as a reward for her love, and Aisha mewed with delight.
Her hand began to wander, the one not still happily pumping into her slime-lubed cunt, and explored her body for what felt like the first time. Her body was so wonderfully soft, Aisha thought with pride. Such strong thighs, such excellent breeding hips. How lovely her smooth belly would look once it was stretched full of Her Darkness’ spawn. Her breasts, no… her udders, were so fat and heavy, so soft to the touch, so welcoming to her fingers. Soon she would pour enough milk from them to drown the world, and all for her beloved Axylizst to devour. Her pretty face would be so seductive, framed by her living Hijab… luring in new worshipers for Her Darkness to adore. She would kiss so many people with her lovely plush lips, and taste so many more with her hot, wet tongue. She wondered if Her Darkness would like it when she kissed her soon-to-be-born sisters
Her fingers reached her lips and she moaned once again, trembling with arousal as she teased her mouth open and slid her hand inside. She felt how her lips stretched, how her cheeks bulged, but as her wrist finally met her mouth and refused to sink any further, she realised that no one but Her Darkness could ever fill her properly.
She understood so much more now Her Darkness had educated her, and not just her place in the cosmos. Earth was a speck in a universe that was a grain of sand on the beach of creation, she was lucky Her Darkness had ever even noticed her, let alone chosen her to be the first conquest in all of the multiverse.
Her Darkness was so clever though, so wise, slipping undetected into a quiet school in a quiet town where it could acclimatise to earth before consuming the planet. It was going to be so much fun helping!
There was a knock at the door and a curious voice, one very familiar, and very similar, to Aisha’s own.
“Aisha? Sister are you in there? I’ve been waiting in the parking lot for ten minutes. Is everything alright?”
Aisha stood slowly, cooing as Her Darkness slithered into clothes around her, and went to greet her dear twin.
