Kara and the Eldritch Being: "You can't handle the Egg"

(How should we start this? A perspective telling of Kara or Eggo?)

(Perfect, let's-a go)

Eggo, lost in their orgasm fuelled by Kara's own, is not prepared for the sudden outburst. Though they tried to pull away, Kara had them in their grasp before they truly knew it. Raising a tired eyebrow at her statement, wondering what the girl meant, they watch her body fall limp to the ground. A stinging in Eggo's neck alerts them to something, as their body begins to stop responding to their commands. First their shoulder, flowing through their arm and their chest deep into every recess of their body. Eggo can't move. They can't understand why. But the moments afterwards begin to make shed light on the situation.

Well, this is new. The projection says, hovering just a foot above the floor. New is good. New is unexpected. But this... Well, I can't say I've ever had my privacy invaded this much before.* The projection floats closer to you, spinning around you quickly as it tries to understand what you are doing, an inquisitve look sitting squarely on its face as it stops before yours.* You are in very big trouble, even if you leave now.

Now you're asking the right questions. The projection giggles, floating through the air again, disappating before her eyes. Maybe I'm a man. They say, reappearing as themselves, though their face slowly begins to transition through the faces of Kara's previous lovers. Disappating again, they reform as a small egg. Maybe I'm just an egg? The mouthless egg suggests, disappearing once again. Feeling a finger under her skirt, Kara hears a very familiar voice. Maybe I am you. They whisper in her ear. Finally, taking form as the person Kara had met once again walking by her side as she searches. In all honesty, I don't know. If you can find the truth here though, I'll let you live in this body with me rent free. Think about that, it's way below market value these days.

Where is she going? Eggo's projection wonders as she runs. Is that the pool room? Or is it the room I flooded to turn it into a pool room? I should really take a day off from the cafe and get my affairs in order. What is she doing here anyway? The projection keeps pace with her, turning into a small cat to sit on her shoulder as she runs. Run Kara Run! Don't let them hold you back! It's time for an adventure through Eggo's min- Hey that's where I left the remote! The projection says as they get sidetracked looking into a long forgotten memory.

When Eggo's body is returned to them, they do not notice at first as they instantly transform into a cat resting on Kara's stomach. They were unsure of what to do with this girl now. She had been so sweet minutes ago, but she had made her way into their mind, even stopped them from moving. Why? And who is this girl? Still resting on her stomach, Eggo looks up over her naked chest to her face. So, you were looking for the source of my power, was that it? I must say, you made the right choice by leaving when you did. I don't know what would have happened to you if you had stayed. But I know what will happen now you are gone... They trail off as they realise their current form. Transforming back into their human self, they hold Kara pinned down to the floor.

Despite the force not being enough to knock them out, a loud crack can still be heard as Eggo hits the wall. So, this is how we are doing this? Eggo lays on the floorz their spine slowly cracking back into place. You come into my cafe, into my chambers, posing as a bakers daughter who wants to be dommed? I don't buy it. Who are you? Anger never heard before in Eggo's voice travels through the room. The soundproofing may be very strong, but even someone with their ear to the door may still be able to hear their muffled words. They click their fingers and the weight of a horse begins to press down on Kara's limbs from the air.

A single phrase repeated in Eggo's head. They will come for you. They. This girl wasn't alone, and clearly isn't in charge. But it makes no sense to send her back. The girl may be speaking toughly, but that undeniable tremor. There is more than meets the eye here. That little mind visit was very rude. If only you had asked, I would have agreed. To come here and decieve me, under all these false pretenses. I hope you realise you're not leaving this building tonight. Conflicted, Eggo kneels by her head confident that she will be unable to move and harm them. This poor thing. She's just a poor girl with a power or two. Why would she do this? The questions continue to roll through Eggo's head while wrestling with the idea of what to do with her.

I... I thought I was already fucked? Is that not what we were doing before... All of this? Eggo asks innocently, knowing full well her true meaning. They look around the room for their clothes, before realising that they had disippated them earlier that evening. An egg shaped portal appears before Eggo, as they step into their walk in closet in their flat above the cafe. Black seemed fitting, given the goth girl they had acquired tonight. Realising that dressing may take them a while, they decide to use a trick to keep their company entertained. As Eggo slowly dresses, the air over Kara's pussy begins to vibrate against her skin, teasing the motionless girl. The portal closes as Eggo steps out, a tight fitting black suit adorning their body. Was it tailored, or did they tailor their body to it? A secret that shall be kept. Well Kara. How are you feeling down there on the floor?

Eggo raises an eyebrow at her threat, unsure of how seriously to take it. At this point she seemed more like a rabid animal than the girl they had met. But still, her nude body splayed across the floor, and the word they still sitting on their mind, Eggo comes up with an idea. You'll break my face will you? Well, why wait? You can do it now. Here, let me help you. Despite the weight laying down on Kara, Eggo seems to lift her to her feet effortlessly, even moving her into a fighting pose. Eggo had no qualms about this. If she punched, they could phase their head out, shrink it, or even transform entirely. Still, that felt like a cop out. She will punch their face, quite like how someone punches into rubber only to see it reform as they pull away. Releasing the magical pressure on Kara's dominant arm and shoulder, they stand in front of her, heart beating slow in anticipation. Hit me.

Eggo swipes her hand away from their collar, freezing the space around her once again as they step away. Not a plaything? I've heard that one before. Clearly, you have a lot of anger built up in there. We're going to need to tear that down before we can actually talk. A portal appears above the ceiling in front of Eggo. A double bed falls through, it's legs slightly cracking as it lands. Laying down on it, Eggo turns back to Kara with a smirk on their face. I haven't done this trick in a very long time. Looking at you, they begin to curl their fingers slowly and precisely. Hoping to see that last ounce of pride disappear, the insides of Kara's pussy begins to react to the curling as if it were inside her.

Eggo allows the question to linger in the air to see if Kara can complete it herself. After a beat too long has passed, Eggo speaks, changing their rhythm to rub against her g spot. What am I doing? I'm proving you are a plaything. And I don't think I am the only person who thinks that either. But let me guess, this isn't enough for you? There's little point in actually teasing this girl, but its the only way that I will get any information out of her. Her... her... Eggo's mind begins to repeat, realising they are more tired than they thought. It had been a long day, and rest was soon on the horizon for them. To test how soon she might break, Eggo doubled their efforts, replicating the same movements in her ass, even stretching her hole to their rhythm.

Though they try to hide it, Eggo's heart drops at her words. This poor girl is hurting more than they realised. The sensations against her sex stops as Eggo heaves themself out from the bed. Pulling the covers down, they put a portal beneath Kara, dropping her into the bed. Tucking her in tightly - they had still seen her strength after all - they press a kiss onto her forehead. It's over for now little one. Relax. You don't need to fight to be heard here. But before I am willing to listen, I want you to sleep. The blanket of heavyness falls over Kara's body again, but this time pushing no pressure on her. It only acts to keep her immobile so that she will not be able to escape in the night as Eggo sleeps. They look upon the girl once more. She seemed like such a sweet thing. So very few people that Eggo has come across have proved irredeemable, and Eggo stands up next to the bed hoping that Kara was not among those people.

Eggo tries not to let the comment get under their skin a second time. They had been attacked, but now they are the victim? They had met people like this before, they had been here before. Lashing out out of circumstances out of their control. It was hard not to sympathise with the girl, though the assault definitely helped them from slipping into it. Still, it seemed to them like she had not been the brains of the operation, only a pawn in a larger scheme. But asking her questions about it now would be pointless. The morning maybe. Eggo composes themself for one rebuttal, before turning away. I'm not the one who invaded someone's mind tonight. Not wanting to prolong the conversation, they portal out of the room hoping that Kara might think about these words. Even as they arrived in their bedroom, they were unsure of whether she would. Even so, a larger issue quickly arose for Eggo as they left her in the chambers below. Damn. Why did I have to give her my bed? Think think to themself as they curl up on a cushion.

(*They think)

Morning is not something easy to recognise in Eggo's bdsm room. There are no windows, no clocks. No way of knowing what time it could be even if you relied on your body. It was the third time that morning that Eggo had peaked into the room that they saw Kara begin to stir. They walked into the room, using the door this time, with a tray of full of items, most unintelligible from Kara's viewpoint. The smell of eggs began to waft through the air. Summoning a table, Eggo placed a few choice objects from the tray down onto it and cautiously approached the girl.

Without mentioning it, Eggo releases the blanket holding Kara down as she slept. If she tried to escape now they could stop her after all. There was no harm in giving her a little freedom. Resting the warm tray on her lap, they gently pat her head. It's a better way to start your day than whiskey, and a tastier one too. The tray laid host to a few devilled eggs, as well as a small plate of hash browns, beans, bacon, sausage, tomatoes and mushrooms. And next to that was a large cup of coffee, filled to below the brim in case of spillage. It was a recipe Eggo had picked up somewhere in the 20th century, they didn't quite remember where. Eat, you will feel better for it. And I took a guess with milk two sugars. Admittedly I don't know much about making coffee, but the clientele increased one hundred fold when I caved in and bought the machine. My secret? No eggs.

It depends on the prisoner, and why you are keeping them. They say a little more bluntly than they intend to, but the point remains. They are keeping her here because they don't know the full story of why she came here yet. Yet Kara seemed stubborn, this information wouldn't come out through torture, and if it did, would Eggo be just as bad? No. Kindness won in Eggo's mind eveytkme they ran this morning through their head. Kindness is what this girl needed. No, that's just self torture. Real metal is ritalin and cigarettes as you make your way back to the mosh pit at 7pm. Of course, it's 8 in the morning so you wpuld be a little early for that.

In here? They look around, admiring the decor they had set up. Certainly not. But we can work something out if you answer a few questions for me. That's why I have kept you. There are still some things from yesterday that don't quite make sense to me. Answers for a cigarette? Eggo notices Kara's bare chest as she sits up, but pays little mind past the occasional glance. They sit on the bed next to her, resting as she does in hopes that it might make her feel a little more casual.

pulling the sheets may slow the pace, but glimpses at her cleavage still continue. Well you didn't work alone, you made that much clear last night. If I had to guess, there's a power imbalance isn't there. She is in charge, not you. Am I mistaken? They consider rolling a cigarette, but leaving the ingredients to their bargaining chip in front of her seems foolish, so they portal in a pack of Camels from a nearby shop. The damn things felt too thick in their mouth, but that inconvenience was worth the preservation. Pulling out a cigarette to fidget with, they continue to postulate. And if this woman controls you, she must have a goal of some kind. She wouldn't just send you after me for the fun of it. Considering you mentioned wanting my power, I guess that it was to be given to her?

They nod along, following the information. I imagine that if they want my power, I will meet them soon enough. Playing around with the cigarette is also getting them excited. Nicotine addiction is a filthy habit and being closer to it just makes them want it more, moreso since they have to wait. Luckily for me I'm not common folk. Uncommon actually. Uncommon to a T. Never met a single person like me before. There were some times when I thought I had, but no. *Unable to hold back their urges, they create a portal around the top halves of the two bodies, putting force on her legs to keep her in place on the bed. They light their cigarette and press another between her lips, breathing in as they press the tips together. Before the two, a beach. Mid morning in the Mediterranean sea, the sun beaming down on our bodies. They take their shirt off from the heat.

Eggo mentally notes a few inconsistencies in Kara's statements, but decides to hold back for now. She wouldn't have stopped were she not hiding information. They would get nowhere fast by pressing now. Taking another drag of their cigarette, they slow form an answer to her question. Do you ever get that feeling that you've seen everything big that you could ever see? War, recession, crisis after crisis and breakthrough after breakthrough. It wears on a person after a while. I'm not common folk, I never will be common folk, but I've never had a fantasy to be common folk either. I opened that cafe because when you have seen everything big, all that matters in life are those small, intimate moments. The kind that people have each day and never notice because something so much larger looms over them. They lay back, taking a deep breath before aiming their smoke up into the sky above them. So where is home for you anyway?

The moment to press had come. Pulling out two more cigarettes - it was a chaining kind of morning - they handed one to Kara and sighed. This owner of yours, what is she like? They had already began to build a mental picture of her. She sought power, could control this poor girl with ease. Was she strong enough to control her herself, or is something else involved? Theories run rampant in their head, hoping that she might offer some clarity

Whoever said I need toys? They say, taking a little bit of offense at the comment as they activate their magic again, curling, rotating, and pressing back and forth three fingers as if they were penetrating both of her holes. Well, if someone is thought of as a villain then there is usually good reason. In this case, she did send you to kill me and I'm sorry but I can't help but take that personally. Fortunately I'm still here standing but, if she had her way I would be dead right now.

You have seen a fraction of my powers. They say, a toe now wiggliging as she begins to feel a pressure on her clit. And I wouldn't say you left this job undone, you finished the job well, a real bang up job you did. They can't help but smile as they look over to her. I wouldn't lose. It's not possible, not matter what she did to me.

Me? You're the one who is topless and moaning on a Mediterranean beach. They rest a hand on her stomach, rubbing it gently in circles. I think you misunderstood what I meant. They giggle softly, putting out their second cigarette in the sand. Their focus was now beginning to switch back. The girl sitting next to them was very attractive after all, and those moans no matter how public were still enough to get them going.

Well, a little bit of column A and a little bit of column B. What can I say, you can take half the dom out of the bdsm room and but you can't take half of the bdsm room out of the dom. Did you figure out what I meant by finishing the job yet? They are clearly enjoying this as they lay back while teasing you to soak in the sun. They try not to let it slip, but they are enjoying every moan and every little whimper that escapes from her lips.

Pulling the same bluff as yesterday, Eggo simply responds. Hit me. As casually as they would playing a low stakes game of blackjack at the casino. They do however listen to her, and guide their hand down to their pussy, slipping two fingers inside to curl as the air continues it's work on your clit. You're going to soak the bed, one moment. The portal pulls down and disappears, leaving us on the beach without the blanket. Now what was your question? Oh yes. Last night, you made me cum deep, deep inside you. I loved every second of it, up until the moment you launched an invasion.

(Shall we leave it here, and let future Kara decide whether she hits Eggo?)

(Or should we do a couple more messages?)

(Wait, one last thing before I forget)

You can't handle the egg!

(I never found the right place to say it)

(I reckon this will end up being a 4 parter haha)

(Let's do it)

(See you all soon)