The One who Waits has finally been defeated by his closest disciple, The Lamb. Now that he's become a mortal, his captor is excited to punish her new toy in especially devious ways.
This story is about 8500 words long with 10 original illustrations. It is it's own isolated story, not related to the Cunt of the Lamb comic series.
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A sample of the story is available below:
The Lamb stood at the base of the pentagram a few yards away. With a deep breath, she began chanting in an ancient tongue. Narinder was familiar with the language, but he could not decipher the spell she was casting. As she spoke, the warm flames around them grew taller. The light shifted to a hellish red hue that bathed the room. That same blood color dripped from the Lamb’s eyes and mouth, distorting her face into something truly demonic.
Her words crescendoed as she raised her arms. They remained above her head as she paused, dancing on the edge of anticipation. Then, her arms shot down. The flames jumped into the circle and made their way straight to Narinder.
The red flames engulfed him ravenously, the pain instantly paralyzing him. He couldn’t form thoughts or words; he could only scream in pure agony. The Lamb smiled as she watched his suffering. Surely, his torment was music to her ears.
After another minute of torture, the Lamb separated her hands. The flames quickly evaporated, and the room returned to its original color. Narinder continued to writhe on the floor, but the pain seemed to disappear quickly. Once he calmed down, the Lamb waved her hands aside. The chains snapped open, he was free.
Narinder sat up and pawed at his fur. Despite the stench of roasted flesh that still hung in the air, his body was completely unharmed. Even his wounds from their previous battle seemed to have healed. The only evidence of his experience were the markings on his body. They were now a dark red hue, tattooed and permanently visible on his fur.
The Lamb gave a satisfied sigh and dusted herself off. A soft smile returned to her face, her monstrous tone and appearance now gone.
“There we go, all done!”
Narinder stared blankly at her for a moment.
“…was that it?”
“The hard part at least, yeah.”
Narinder rose to his feet and rubbed the part of his wrist the chains had chafed. He narrowed his eyes. “What did you do?” he snarled.
She gave an innocent chuckle. “Don’t worry, you’ll find out.”
“Damn you, Lamb!” He took a step towards her and growled. “Quit being difficult and just tell me!”
“Goodness, so impatient!” she pouted. “Isn’t it more fun to discover these things on your own?”
“Gahh! That’s enough!” Narinder swiftly stormed toward her with his fists clenched. As he came in close, he raised his fist and plunged it towards her face.
The Lamb did not react to his sudden outburst. Instead, she calmly raised her hand and signaled him to stop. His fist froze inches away from her snout. He stood petrified for a moment as he tried to process what had just happened. A hint of sadistic pleasure leaked into the Lamb’s expression.
“Kneel down, Narinder.”
When her words finished, he noticed that knees grow weak. His legs shook as they begged to obey her command. In just a few seconds, he collapsed to the ground in the requested position.
“W-what…” he stammered “…what did you-“
“Bow before me,” her command interrupted his train of thought.
That same weakness returned to his shoulders. He tried to resist it this time, but keeping his torso upright quickly grew uncomfortable. Meanwhile, his arms had subconsciously moved themselves forwards, pulling his whole body down. His nose soon touched the stone beneath him. A frantic sense of dread filled his chest as he realized what was going on.
Narinder broke away from his pose and scrambled away from the Lamb. “No…you’re sick…”
“What makes you say that?” she smirked.
“How could you go so low as to steal my free will?!” Narinder jumped to his feet and backed up. “The old gods would have never done something so reprehensible!”
The Lamb slowly closed the space between them. Her eyes stared him down mercilessly. Her eerie smile sent tantalizing shivers down his spine as she spoke.
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic,” she teased. “You still have free will. You can still do whatever you want.” She reached out, grabbed his hand, and placed it on her cheek. His arm refused to fight it. She stared right into his eyes. “I’m simply allowing your body to enjoy doing what I ask.”
Narinder eventually found the strength to pull his hand away. What was wrong with this woman? What did she have to gain from this other than some sort of sick pleasure? She was puppeting him from the inside, and he’d never felt so vulnerable. The unpredictability filled his heart with terror, with disgust, and with some…other…feeling.
“Don’t worry, dear. I won’t be the only one enjoying this.” She turned and took a few steps away from him. Her hands unclipped her collar and allowed her cape to fall to the floor. “In fact, I think you will enjoy your fate more than I will.”
The lamb’s undergarments followed the cape down to the stone ground. He saw the wool over her hips accentuating her ass, making it look larger than it was. In contrast, when she turned back around, her breast was clean from any wool at all, just a little off the top of her chest bone. She stared back at him seductively, her eyes fixated on his cock.
“Would you like to find out for yourself?” She asked.
He scoffed, unsure if he was infuriated or intrigued. “You are a perverted, disgusting whore, Lamb.”
“Perhaps,” she mused, “but that doesn’t make you any less pathetic, now does it?”
Narinder growled. Why had fate brought him such a repugnant thing as a vessel for the crown? No one had ever dared talk to him this way, and now he didn’t have the power to do anything about it.
“Just stay quiet for a moment,” The Lamb instructed. His growling faded; his throat too loose to make another sound. “Just focus on the silence. Listen to how my voice disrupts your mind and fills your body.”
His focus faded away as her words echoed in is head…loud… repetitive…impossible to ignore.
“Your body has been feeling sensations since I took control of you. When you obey what I tell you…how does that make you feel?”
Narinder bit his tongue. He knew she was fishing for an answer he wasn’t ready to admit. Still, he couldn’t deny deep down that something about this exchange was…pleasurable. How dare that lamb toy with his mind.
The Lamb came in close and rubbed the back of her hand against Narinder’s cock, now at half-mast. Her eyes remained locked with his as she subtly licked her lips.
“It feels good to do what your god tells you, doesn’t it?”
“N-no…” He grunted unconvincingly. That damned lamb didn’t deserve the satisfaction. He needed to keep up the façade.
The Lamb’s smirk grew as she watched him struggle. She gently grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts.
“You’d love to massage my chest, wouldn’t you, servant?”
His fingers lightly grasped her soft malleable skin, his arousal gently growing as they moved. His eyelids became heavy as he watched her top dance hypnotically. His paws soon picked up speed, gripping and pushing harder as his self-control melted away.
The Lamb stared at him lovingly as he performed. Where had his pride gone? He could’ve stopped. He knew it would be easy to just lift his hands up and stop, but doing what she said felt too correct. He didn’t want to stop.
Before Narinder’s ecstasy could grow any deeper, the Lamb backed away and signaled for him to stop. He froze for a moment as a bit of frustration fluttered in him. Why did she make him stop? She did so on purpose just to tease him, didn’t she? That stupid lamb, why couldn’t she just let him grope her harder and…
Narinder shook the lust out of his head. No…this wasn’t him. This was her accursed spell doing this to him. He pulled his hands behind him, as if to prevent her from stealing them again. He had to get a grip. He had to resist.
“See?” the Lamb flirted, “It feels good to obey your god. The more you let go, the better it will feel.”
“I can resist your temptations, Lamb,” Narinder scorned. “Your seduction means nothing to me.”
CONTENT DISCLAIMER: This comic series is an ADULT PARODY of the videogame Cult of the Lamb. It is not intended for anyone under the age of 18 . I've also taken some creative liberties with the story, so the themes, story, and characterization found in this comic will be different than in the game. This comic is completely fan-made and does not reflect the intentions of Developer Digital or Massive Monster.
