Ruination of Cillicint Throppins

Lurid memories flood the minds of [[Cillicint Throppins]] and [[Flaunton Beath]] as they roam the city of Cercerom, reflecting on the ruination they brought upon themselves. [[2<-continue]]

She had auburn hair done up in swirls, and a winsome face and limpid blue eyes and disarming smile and angelic voice. Oh, and big tits. [[1<-continue]]

A fleece-haired, well-hung hunk who had drilled her and filled her in a plethora of positions in kinky locations all over the city. [[1<-continue]]

They drift from shadow to shadow, draped in wistful mists of regret and the dingy grays of guilt, but once upon a time they wore brightly colored satins trimmed in silken ruffles, and ornaments of gold and silver and orichalcum, adorned with opals and sapphires, rubies and gnomestones. [[explore the ruined city]] [[witness the debaucheries]]

Collapsed columns of fluted marble and tilting towers of cobalt crystal topped by broken bulbs of burnished brass. Wobbling walkways of laminated lattice and spiral stairways spinning out of control... This is Cercerom, whose citizens earned the wrath of their savage gods [[3<-continue]]

[[hillside humping]] [[banquet-hall banging]] [[laboratory lusting]]

[[visit the Chamber of Feasts]] [[visit the Chamber of Lusts]] [[visit the Chamber of Sciences]] [[visit the Chamber of the Gods]] [[visit the Chamber of Commerce]]

Where roasted phestoks and honeyed muldriley and buttered trobbunz still lie on silver platters clutched in the skeletal hands of crushed servants, the mummified meat and dried-up dregs shunned even by the roaches, the only remaining residents of this once thriving city [[3<-continue]]

Where sweating bodies once arched and bucked atop crimson couches of finest elf-skin as spewed seed sowed spreading stains. Now crusted blood overlays all and the lovers’ pulverized bones mingle beneath interloping chunks of toppled tourmaline [[3<-continue]]

Where scientists once worked on astonishing inventions seeking to subjugate science and neutralize nature and shift their shapes and warp the world [[3<-continue]]

Where throngs obeying gongs once knelt before shining altars, now fallow of followers, the unswept steps climbed by vines, the walls waiting in vain to echo the fervent murmurs of the departed devoted who turned away from their temple, believing they could define the divine by gazing into looking glasses [[3<-continue]]

We regret to inform you that this link to the Cercerom Chamber of Commerce is no longer active. [[4<-continue]]

This is the fate of Cercerom This is the fate of those who identify as deified, and defy and deny Those who spawned the stars [[witness the debaucheries]] [[24<-skip the debaucheries and go to the end]]

And then came the day when a shudder shook the city of Cercerom, and as coupling couples extricated, the gods exterminated, and experimenters expired and stressed structures ruptured, and when the rumbles and roars ceased and the dust settled, dispirited ghosts filled the lifeless and silent streets, joining Flaunton and Cillicint as they roamed through the wreckage, ruminating on the ruination they had brought upon themselves. THE END

He nibbled on honey cakes – and Cillicint’s succulent lips. He drank in the absinthe she eagerly offered, as his eyes quaffed her beauty. He savored the rich cream she poured on his strawberries, and licked her creamy thighs when she hiked up her skirt. [[5<-continue]]

The assembled diners looked on in astonishment as the servants lifted the giant domed cover from the six-foot-long sterling silver serving dish, revealing the [[repast]] beneath – Cillicint Throppins! “Dig in, gentlemen!” she said, her words slurred by all the absinthe, mead and mulled wine she had ingested that evening. [[8<-continue]]

Flaunton Beath stroked the top of the six-foot-long brass box sitting on the work bench. “It’s almost ready,” he said. “Just a few more weeks of tinkering and testing, that’s all.” “What is it?” Cillicint said. “An Interrazzelester.” “What does it do?” [[Cures erectile dysfunction]] [[Cures baldness]] [[13<-something else]]

They sat on a red-and-white checkered tablecloth atop [[Scream-Face Hill]], an odd spot for a picnic when there were far more pleasant hills nearby, with shade trees and gentle slopes. Yet Cillicint had insisted they come to this steep and stone-strewn spot, barren of trees and battered by chilly breezes. Why? Partly for privacy, since most people shunned this spooky, dreary place, even the priests. But mainly for kicks. [[6<-continue]]

Named after the huge limestone face lying atop the hill, measuring a foot high and twelve feet long and ten feet wide, its eyes staring up at the sky with a horrified expression, its mouth gaping open in a silent scream. Some sages said the face was made by ancient priests as a warning to man – watch out for the gods and fear their wrath. Others said it wasn’t a face at all, just a lumpy chunk of eroded rock. Still others said the gods Themselves had carved the visage, using the rain and wind as a sculptor uses chisels. [[5<-continue]]

When the food was finished the screwing started, and as Flaunton’s prong pistoned her pussy, Cillicint stared defiantly at the limestone face off to her left, which reminded her of [[stepfather]] and brought back a fond memory of the day he’d caught her in their living room, copulating on the couch with the butler’s boy. Stepfather’s expression of shock and outrage had made her laugh, and the laugh grew louder when he pressed a hand to his chest and his mouth contorted into a grimace of agony and his eyes rolled to the top of his head and he fell to the floor, dead... The flashback sent her over the edge and she screeched in ecstasy as Flaunton finished inside her. [[7<-continue]]

Struperus Throppins, who used to spank her for the slightest infractions of his many rules – even when she was in her late teens. His lips would spout righteous platitudes about her sinfulness as his hands whacked her bare bottom again and again, yet the bulge in his trousers suggested a sleazier motive. [[6<-continue]]

The screeches soon subsided into soft sighs and moans mingling with the rustle of the breeze-stirred grass – until a muffled scream broke the stillness. The startled lovers turned their heads and stared at the limestone face, then each other. Flaunton laughed nervously. “Must be the wind, blowing through little cracks in the rock.” “Must be.” They disengaged and dressed quickly and shoved the picnic stuff into the basket as fast as they could, then hightailed it down the hill. They did not look back. [[witness the debaucheries<-continue]]

Her naked body lay spread-eagled atop a bed of lettuce leaves, her stomach and thighs drizzled with gravy, an apple in her mouth, cherries adorning each taut nipple, a nectarine in her navel. [[banquet-hall banging<-continue]]

Despite protests from some of the ladies present, many of the gents indulged themselves, licking and nibbling at the mouth-watering dish. Flaunton’s eyes twinkled merrily, for he enjoyed watching Cillicint frolic with other men, but soon his own hunger became unbearable and he rose from his chair as the partakers reluctantly gave way. He shucked off his clothes and climbed onto the table and drove his sausage into Cillicint’s bun and soon their banging reached the boiling point as the onlookers feasted their eyes on this steamy display of scalding hot humping. [[9<-continue]]

As the couple climaxed, the doors to the banquet hall burst open and an [[old man]] entered. [[10<-continue]]

Atidoin Ushorpa had a vulturish face and tufts of white hair sprouting from his balding, liver-spotted pate and wore a wrinkled black robe and a sacred pendant of tarnished brass. [[10<-continue]]

His high, raspy voice cut through the suddenly silenced revelers like a knife through hot lamb as he shook a bony fist. “How dare you engage in such debauchery on [[Fotherak’s]] Feast Day! Do you wish to bring down His [[wrath]] upon all our heads? [[11<-continue]]

One of the seven gods of the Cerceromian pantheon, he was in charge of plants and animals and resembled a furry tree with a sunflower head. [[10<-continue]]

“Our crops will wither beneath rain-less skies and our chickens will lay eggs the size of beans and our cows will give sour milk – unless you repent now and cease your sinful ways!” [[11<-continue]]

But the diners jeered and pelted him with grapes and eggs and tomatoes and even a cabbage or two, until at last he departed, resembling a salad and muttering dark oaths. [[12<-continue]]

And when the dire events he foretold did not come to pass in the ensuing weeks, the people mocked him all the more and continued their debaucheries, assuring themselves the gods were dead or dozing – if they ever existed in the first place. But the gods were very much alive and awake and watching – not bothering with trifles like droughts or eggs or milk, but awaiting the final accounting when mankind’s total debt would be tallied and payment collected in full. [[witness the debaucheries<-continue]]

“It uses vril energy to cure erectile dysfunction. You could call it a vril-ity machine.” He chuckled. She gave him a blank stare. “I don’t get it.” “Skip it. Let’s go.” (Actually, the Interrazzelester has nothing to do with E.D.) [[laboratory lusting<-continue]]

That’s a bald-faced lie. Try again. [[laboratory lusting<-continue]]

"It amplifies vril energy and channels it into subatomic impulse gates across multiple spectrometric bandwidths.” “Uh, and what does *that* do?” “Rearranges cellular and atomic structures.” “Uh...” [[14<-continue]]

Double-click this passage to edit it.“In layman’s terms, it could make old people young again and the ugly beautiful and the weak strong. It could pulverize planets, move mountains, levitate lakes...” “Gods!” Cillicint gushed. “The power of the gods at our fingertips!” Flaunton nodded. “Yes. I just hope the project isn’t cancelled.” “Why would it be?” [[15<-continue]]

He smiled ruefully. “A few members of the High Council want to cut off the funding.” “For heaven’s sake, why?” “Some of the councilors are in the priests’ pockets. And the priests know Interrazzelester will make the gods obsolete. And them.” She snorted. “And then the old fuddy-duddy holy men will be out of a job and have to find honest work!” “Exactly.” He glanced at the clock on the wall, then took her hand. “But we’ve lingered here long enough. It’s getting late and we’d best be leaving.” [[16<-continue]]

Cillicint resisted his tug toward the door. “Flaunton,” she cooed in that low, sultry voice that always sent a shiver through his body. “Let’s do it here.” “Do what?” She smirked. “You know what I’m talking about.” [[17<-continue]]

She hopped onto the work bench and lay down, pulled up her skirt, raised her hips and tugged down her panties. Flaunton’s objections evaporated in his throat. Lustful instincts overwhelmed his good judgment. He stripped down and joined her atop the bench. [[18<-continue]]

As the lovers’ bodies wriggled and bucked and squirmed, Cillicint’s left heel accidentally kicked the control panel on the brass box, flipping a red switch, and the machine began to hum and thrum as crystal disks rotated, spinning faster and faster as emerald light swelled and pulsated. Flaunton’s head jerked up and his eyes bulged. “Oh Gods!” The machine had not been calibrated yet. No dampers were in place, no fuses set. For the first time ever, it was going full bore, unlimited, uncontrolled. Unleashed! [[19<-continue]]

He tried to pull out of Cillicint so he could reach the control panel and switch off the machine, but she wrapped her shapely legs around his back, clamping down hard as her orgasm engulfed her, and before he could pry himself loose... *Zuzz! Flizz! Vovvv!* [[20<-continue]]

When Dr. Denasheves and the eight members of his Interrazzelester development team opened the door of Lab 16 the next morning, they were disconcerted to find the machine running full blast and rays of bright green light sweeping around the room, streaked with bands of shimmering black nega-force. Rothem Taleksmun, one of Dr. Denasheves’s assistants, entered the lab on his hands and knees and crawled toward the machine. He waited until none of the beams was directly over his head, then raised one arm, running a trembling hand across the top of the control panel. He couldn’t see the controls themselves, but he was confident he remembered where the Off switch was. [[21<-continue]]

[[He flips the blue switch]] [[He flips the yellow switch]] [[He flips the green switch]] [[He flips the red switch]]

*Vavavuff!* Taleksmun, a promising young man who had graduated with honors from the prestigious Ogmant Alchemical College only seven months prior, was instantly vaporized. Before Dr. Denasheves could shut off the room’s ventilation system, Taleksmun’s misty molecules were sucked into a scrubbing unit and then vented into the sky, where they were absorbed by a cloud – which, oddly enough, bore an uncanny resemblance to the limestone visage on Scream Face Hill. [[21<-continue]]

*Shingaling!* Dr. Denasheves and the Interrazzelester development team were instantly transformed into solid-gold statues, and moments later the machine broke down, its core components burnt out. Despite a complete rebuild, it never functioned again and the project was eventually abandoned. [[21<-continue]] [[But what about the statues?]]

*Kaboom!* The explosion flattened the science tower, killing fifty-two people in ten laboratories, and blew out windows in several nearby buildings. The cause was never determined. [[21<-continue]]

The machine moaned to a halt and the beams flickered out. But other lights remained, bright dots like swarms of fireflies, only multi-colored, forming two clusters that darted and hovered and flitted and swooped and merged and separated and merged again. [[22<-continue]]

Following an official inquiry, the Science Council concluded that – despite the statues’ artistic merit and the human tragedy embodied within their depths – a budgetary shortfall made it necessary to sell them to the Recycling Center. Eventually, the melted-down men ended up in tooth fillings, wiring connectors, fine jewelry and luxury dinner ware. [[21<-continue]]

When the clusters began circling the scientists’ heads, making buzzing noises that sounded almost like human speech, Dr. Denasheves ordered an assistant to grab a degaussing machine from a cabinet on the far side of the room and eradicate the sparkling specks, fearing they might be dangerous. Little did he realize the clusters were the disintegrated life forces of his missing colleague, Flaunton Beath, and the infamous socialite Cillicint Throppins – and the degaussing snuffed out their last spark of life. [[23<-continue]]

The spirits of Flaunton and Cillicint floated through the streets of Cercerom, pleading with the populace to cease their sins and grovel before the gods. But the prideful people heard them not and saw them not and continued to prize their own pleasures over piety, and pursued powers intruding upon the domain of deities. [[24<-continue]]