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Title: The Last City of Bakunawa (Chapter 3)
Author: Elise Olisbos
Notes: All of the stories are connected, but can be read by
themselves. Additional notes are in the chapters. Written for the
Winter Wonderland Challenge for the Hentai-Foundry.com writers'
forum.

**Story 3: Souls Underside**
Summary: A case of missing girls lead security agents to the
underside of City Bakunawa. (Defence and Security)
Keywords/Codes: sci-fi, gore, lack of smut


Mina Nergal and Jolien Sancarsey stumbled out of a whore-sit in
the middle of the Pleasure sector, their arms locked around each
other's waist. They'd both just fucked a strapped down slut in
some sunken area of the whore-sit. What had been a nice touch was
that the whore's handler had been fucking a young girl on a
higher platform just above them. Mina sniffed, wriggled her nose
and then giggled, randomly. Unknown stars whirled above City
Bakunawa; now and again, the force-field let out a slight hiss as
outside debris struck it.

"I think I peed in that bitch's mouth!" she said, tittering even
more. Jolien giggled as well, reaching between her legs to tug at
her cock. "Call the transport, will you?"

The gleaming black transport descended from the air only moments
after Jolien called it; the two girls crawled in, cackling their
heads off. The A.I. which ran the transport spoke up: "Home?"

Mina lay on the floor of the transport and sulked. "I don't want
to go home! If that pimp had just given us that girl, we'd be
having so much fun right now. She had no idea who I am, didn't
she?"

Jolien, sprawled on one of the plush seats, laughed. "Doesn't
matter. We'll go home, call up Shelby--"

"Wait." Mina scrambled up, her eyes bright. Her long blonde hair
contrasted nicely with her dark skin. Their jumpsuits conformed
to City Bakunawa's modesty regulations, but Mina filled hers
almost to bursting with big, soft tits, wide hips and the butt to
match. Her narrow waist wasn't apparent in the jumpsuit, but
Jolien knew from experience that it was very narrow, giving her
the famed Nergal curves. Jolien was more known for her ethereally
pale skin, her slender height and the multi-hued hair falling
from a topknot in the middle of her shaved scalp.

"Let's go to the Underside." Mina jumped into the seat beside
Jolien and wriggled her hands between her friend's legs, fondling
that fattening cock with a proprietary air. "Underside girls are
easy, let's go there."

"Alright." Jolien sighed, wriggling her hips to get more of
Mina's touch. "It'll be fun."

---

Agent Viernes Wren touched the small, diamond-shaped object which
rested in the skin of her forehead. It felt warm and vibrated
slightly at the gentle stroke of her fingers. That, and the fact
that no-one glanced her way as she approached the squat structure
which housed City Bakunawa Defence and Security, meant that she
looked acceptable: a short, female-bodied person with smooth
brown skin, small eyes blinking tiredly in a round face. Her hair
was shorn close to the scalp, and the wavy grey strands made her
look a lot older than thirty.

She went through the open main doors, weaving past agents and
guards standing in knots. The corridors were close and shadowy,
and Wren missed the turn which led to the offices of Senior Agent
Julius Alvernia; she had to double back.

Julius' assistant pushed open her door in that sharp manner he
normally had.

"Wren from Precinct Seven is here," Allen informed her in a low,
urgent tone. Julius nodded without saying a word or dragging her
gaze away from the images and data. She tapped her chin as Allen
escorted Wren inside her office.

"Senior Agent," Wren greeted her and Julius switched her focus to
the waiting agent.

"Thank you, Allen." Julius waited until her assistant closed her
door, and then gave Viernes Wren a quick smile of greeting.
"Thank you for coming on such short notice, Agent Wren."

"Yes, Senior Agent."

For a few beats, Julius withstood Wren's curious scan of her
skin, which was mottled: creamy patches battled with brown spots
all over her face, arms and neck. Julius refused to hide it, and
she held her tall, well-built frame high. Her green eyes
contrasted oddly with the random splotching of her skin, her
red-hued hair falling in soft waves to her shoulders. For her
part, she hadn't expected Agent Wren's short frame, or the
unmarked expanse of her face.

"Your mask-generator is working quite well," Julius pointed out
and Agent Wren's round nose wrinkled.

"Whatever helps Overside folks keep their sanity," she said with
a shrug. "What did you request me for, Agent Alvernia?"

Pleased at Agent Wren's business-like manner, Julius turned to
the display screen. The images of two teenaged girls smirked in
that manner of the privileged. "Mina Nergal," she said, pointing
to the blonde, before switching to the pale-skinned one. "And
Jolien Sancarsey. Missing for three cycles."

Wren felt her lips part. "Not...not the same Nergal as the
President? And the Sancarseys...they're up there, too."

Julius sighed; she had been subject to increasingly frantic and
threatening calls from the leadership of City Bakunawa. "Mina is
the youngest daughter of President Nergal. Jolien had been
adopted from the secondary Sancarsey family to the main one, so
she is 'up there', as you say."

"So, no pressure," Wren said with a weak laugh. Julius sighed
again.

"I've tracked their movements up to the time of their
disappearance. They were last seen going to the Underside."

Wren had been standing still, but her whole person seemed to
freeze even more for a few beats. "Do you think they fell off?"

"I checked force-field management," Julius said. "There were no
reports, even from Underside."

"So you want to go in." Wren spoke from between tight lips.
"Which is why you've called me."

"Yes, Agent Wren." Julius kept her tone flat. "You are the only
Agent in our security force with connections to Underside. I
prefer to keep this operation small," she hurried on to say, for
Wren had begun to frown. "Two agents only. I see no reason to
invade the Underside, even for the Nergals and the Sancarseys."

"I'm one agent going in," Wren said, jabbing a thumb towards her
own chest. "Who's the other?"

Julius took a deep breath and said, "Me."

---

"I still protest, Agent Alvernia," Wren said as they stood at the
very edge of City Bakunawa, the both of them eyeing a rusty
ladder which led over the side. The humming of the City's
force-field seemed very loud at this location. Wren's protests
had been constant for the entire journey from Julius' office, and
Julius thought they were both tired of it.

"Your concern is noted, Agent Wren," she said, not for the first
time. She adjusted the fine material of her cape and sheer golden
veil; her loose one-piece-suit gleamed silver in the low light of
a sleep cycle. "How do I look?"

Wren cast a critical eye over her. "You look like a rich
Oversider going slumming. Here." She reached up and plucked the
tiny mask-generator from her forehead and pinned it to the collar
of Julius' suit. Julius glanced at the skin of her arms: the
mottled effect faded, leaving only that pale, creamy shade. When
she glanced back at Wren, she raised her eyebrows at the
elaborate swirls of tattoos and scars which were now clearly
revealed on the agent's face: the marks of an Underside clan.

"A lot of Undersiders know what Agent Julius Alvernia looks like.
Now listen to me," Wren continued in a low, urgent tone. "The
only Overside monitoring system that encompasses Underside is the
force-field. All other scans end here." She pointed at the
ladder, the sleeve of her loose, black top sliding down her arm.
"Underside doesn't follow Overside rules. All we're doing is
looking for those two girls. That's it." Her expression seemed
fierce, and Julius nodded.

"Understood, Agent Wren."

Wren blinked and then seemed to recall that she'd just been
berating one of the highest ranked agents of City Bakunawa.
"Thank you, Senior Agent," she murmured and then swung over the
ladder. Her boots scuffed on the ladder as she climbed down, and
then silence. Julius pushed down a frantic lash of fright at
being so close to the force-field, to the edge; the cold
blackness of space was just a few units away. The fact that the
force-field had redundancies upon redundancies did nothing to
allay her trepidation.

Agent Wren's voice seemed to float up from below Julius' feet,
muffled by soil and grass. She sounded very far away. "Agent
Alvernia? Aren't you coming down?" After a few beats of silence,
Wren spoke up again. "Julius. It's frightening the first time, I
know, but you have to do it. Come on."

Julius moved without thinking, turning to step over the edge and
onto the ladder. It creaked but held firm as she descended and
the distance to climb seemed so far. Finally, the soft soles of
her feet-covers touched a sturdy platform, and she peeled her
fingers off the ladder, trying to breathe deeply.

It was dark down here. Julius glanced around and blinked twice in
quick succession, activating her night-vision. She startled to
find Agent Wren standing almost on top of her feet, close and
quiet like a small ghost.

Wren's eyes flashed palely. "Remember, this is the Underside.
Whatever you see here is of no consequence. Just those two
girls."

Julius nodded, and they set off along a path which wound on
platforms suspended on the underside of City Bakunawa. Julius
didn't look over the edges of the walkways. There was nothing
there, just a fall to space. The force-field's only task was to
stop anything from coming in; it was not designed to prevent any
large object, like a person, to go out. In some places,
particularly under platforms which served as living units, nets
hung as catch-alls.

Wren stopped abruptly at an intersection of two paths. An
expression of confusion was written large on her face.

"What is it?" Julius whispered.

"The Underside isn't usually this quiet. Something's going on."
She turned her head from the left to the right, and then left
again. "This way."

Julius thought they walked the equivalent of half the City's
Overside, which was many kilo-units. She'd never walked so far in
her life. Along the way, she thought she felt eyes watching them
from open doorways.

"Are there people around us?" she asked as they went down a few
uneven steps, moving carefully. Wren nodded.

"Yes. But my clan-markings tell them not to talk to us." Wren
glanced at her with grim amusement. "That's a good thing, so you
know. Good for us, at least."

"I see," Julius said, even though she didn't. Wren came to an
abrupt halt again, staring at a massive structure which was built
at the convergence of all the Underside's major pathways. It had
the shape of an upside-down spire; low murmurs emanating from a
single, arched entry near the relatively narrow point of its tip.
"What's that?"

"That's the...it's the Shrine of the Cities." Wren's voice was
extremely hushed. "Where they used to worship. It had been closed
for decades."

"It's open now," Julius pointed out. "And do you mean they
worshiped the Cities?"

Wren didn't answer. She set off, hunting around the gently
sloping web of paths, moving along the minor ones until she got
very close to the rough surface of the Shrine, about a quarter of
the way around from the entry. "I used to do this a lot as a kid.
There's a hidden path at the top there."

Julius watched with wide eyes as Wren began to climb the side of
the Spire, finding foot- and hand-holds with impressive ease.
"Why can't we just go through the front door?" she hissed.

"I have a feeling about this. Come on."

Julius took a deep breath and began climbing as well. It was
actually easier than it looked, but Julius still trembled because
there were no catch-alls around the Spire. If she fell, it was
either to smash into a path, or fall past the force-field. None
of those were acceptable choices. Three-quarters of the way up,
Julius dragged herself over a ledge and lay there on a narrow
walkway for a long moment, her heart hammering in her chest.

"Senior Agent, hurry." Agent Wren's voice floated out from one of
the many openings dotted at this level of the Spire. Julius
didn't even get up; she crawled on her hands and knees, finding
herself in a narrow cavern. Wren gave her a shaky smile, and
helped her to her feet. "Get ready," she said.

"For what?" Julius wondered aloud as Wren led her down the cavern
to another opening. They halted at the lip of it, gazing down
into the belly of the Spire. A huge platform hung in the space, a
singular staircase winding up the sides of the Spire from the
main entry to land on this platform. Julius could easily jump
from their hiding spot onto the platform, it wasn't a very large
form, but she held back on the shadows of this cavern with Wren.

A massive orgy took place on the platform, writhing bodies packed
on the platform. Julius could hardly make out free space on the
platform. Most of them were Underside denizens, but Julius was
convinced that she could recognize a few Overside individuals.
Julius stared, horrified and aroused as orifices were plugged
with multiple cocks and jizz spurted onto sweaty skin.

In the middle of the platform, a dais rose: four thrones faced
each other on the dais. Four girls sat in the thrones, not more
than fourteen or fifteen. They wore capes of translucent
material, and their stomachs had that bulge which indicated
overindulgence of food.

They were covered in blood. On the dais in the midst of their
thrones, bones and innards scattered in noxious piles.

Julius covered her mouth with one hand, realising that those were
human bones. Then, as one of the girls chewed greedily on charred
flesh, her gaze locked on the ink-marks still identifiable on the
skin.

"That's the skin of Mina Nergal," she choked out. "Her tattoos
were on file."

"I see Jolien's hair," Wren said, aiming for calm and failing as
her voice shook. "It's around that girl's neck, the one on the
left there. What is going on?"

As if in answer, one of the girls arose from her throne with
languid grace. The gore covering her face seemed to enhance her
loveliness: the slender body and shapely tits, her long smooth
hair and skin the shade of sweet peaches grown in the
Agricultural sector. Her half-hard cock bounced a little as she
walked, the long train of her cape dragging over the bloody piles
of human remains.

"My people," she crooned and the sounds of fucking died down.
People gazed up at the girl with open adoration. "Your goddess
Bakunawa is sated by the gifts sent from above. This is how we
shall live until the City finds its new planet. This is how we
all will live forever." She spread her arms open with a small
smile dancing across her lips. "We will rule the new home of the
human race."

The people cheered loudly and Julius closed her eyes for a brief
moment. She'd always been aware that some people had worshipped
the four Last Cities: Bakunawa, Vishap, Neak and the biggest,
Kulshedra. Bakunawa had lost contact with the other three Cities
about two generations ago.

"We need to go," Wren said. "Julius, let's go."

The 'goddess' Bakunawa had a very soothing voice. Julius knew she
had to move, to stop resisting Wren's attempts to drag her back
to the outside of the Spire. The goddess turned her head and
seemed to gaze right into Julius' eyes.

"Will you be my gift?" the goddess said sweetly and for a moment,
Julius nearly succumbed to the urge to step onto the platform.
"Will you feed my sisters? Will you serve the Cities?"

From far away, Julius heard Wren cursing gently and then pain
bloomed at the side of her face. She pressed a hand to her jaw,
staring at Wren with shock. The agent had slapped her, hard.

"Senior Agent Julius Alvernia," Wren said, pronouncing each
syllable clearly and quietly. "This is a situation that requires
action from the entire D&S division. You need to coordinate all
available strike forces. Acknowledged?"

Julius swallowed hard, and nodded. "Acknowledged. Thank you,
Agent Wren."

Wren nodded and stared back to where the four goddess now all
stood to welcome more 'gifts': all Oversiders, a few of them
bound and sobbing. The other gifts seemed happy to be made as
offering. The goddesses grinned widely, and Julius saw that their
teeth were filed to sharp points.

"Underside had always been different from Overside," Wren said.
"But not like this. And it'll spread if we don't stop it now."

"It will be war," Julius said with dismayed realisation. War on a
world-ship; it was almost unthinkable.

Wren said, "It's either that or...or that." She jerked her chin
towards the dais and they both flinched at the shrill screams.
"We need to stop it."

Julius grimaced. "Let's go."

fin


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