Vincent and Jamie and Catarina: When Freshiedency Reaches Its End

Enter The Seductress

Marjolina skittered to the being and said, "Mistress! How lucky are we to see you again!"

The Seductress, now in Jamie's body and wearing a black lingerie top, turned to Marjolina, and said, "Well done, my discipline! You have served me well. Now it is time to do my job."

From behind the creature, Vincent shouted, "Hey! I thought the ritual needed my blood? You did not come to me, spider-butt!"

Oh, for sure, Marjolina was triggered at the last word, but she kept her cool, smiled and replied, "Oh,  I'm not getting that drop of blood from you. The Seductress is." She gestured to the creature, who turned around and, with arms open and fangs bared, approached the young ex-President.

"Jamie," Vincent exclaimed as the possessed breeder drew nearer to him, "I know that is not you, the sweet and kind Jamie I've known since we first met."

The Seductress replied in the same silken voice, a voice which hinted at sexual interest, "Who is this Jamie you speak of? Oh, that one! The rightful owner of this body!" She licked her indigo lips as she stood in front of him, and then said, "I am really impressed with you, Vincent. You were really brave for having a breeder as a girlfriend. They are the most sexually active centauroid beings ever. Did you bang her already?"

"Never have I and never will I, until we get married, if ever," Vincent indignantly replied.

"Oh, feisty, are you?" The Seductress exclaimed, "Such a shame you two broke up. But I should really thank you and Catarina for it. The helpless Jamie is now mine to control!" She began to laugh loudly, her five main disciples soon followed, and finally every cultist present. Vincent became absolutely humiliated, and he hung his head low.

...

When The Seductress turned around and saw what Vincent did, she smiled with equal parts triumph and lust and said, "Oh, Vincent, you make my job all too easy!" She blinked towards his back and then whispered in his ear, "I can just take your blood and your s---." before she felt a rapid punch land on her left cheek, sending The Seductress tipping over to the ground and partially dislocating a jawbone. Marjolina and everyone else oohed and winced in disgust, and then Denarra, now back to normal after the ritual, remarked, "I think Jamie's not gonna like it when she finds out about this, but WHO CARES?! VINCENT, GO BEAT THE **** OUT OF JAMIE --- uh, I mean, THE SEDUCTRESS." Those last two words earned Catarina's ire, and the red widow drideress skittered up to the breeder-like priestess, grabbed her by her human neck, and asked in a low voice, "What did you say again?"

With a choked neck, Denarra replied, "Nothing! I'm just really impressed to see how strong you are, considering that you can lift part of me up by the neck." Her six legs flailed in the air, looking for ground to step on.

With a blade by her waist, Catarina replied, "Nothing, really? Well I'd be surprised if you think a blade through your stomach is nothing!" At the word stomach, she thrust her blade right through her navel, and Denarra gasped.

The red widow drideress dropped the priestess to the ground where she took a breath of fresh air while holding her human stomach. She lay on her side, and her lower, breederlike half began to curl around her humanoid half in response. Her legs and toes began to curl while her very large and very long insect-queenlike rear end began to writhe. She was coughing out ichor, and the cultists around her were so shocked, that one fainted immediately; he was extremely fearful that such an assassin could kill and fell a goddess on Earth.

Meanwhile, parallel to these chain of events, The Seductress got up from the ground, fixed her jaw in the right place, faced Vincent, grabbed him by the neck, lifted him up, and spoke, " Ahh, you just broke your own moral code of not hitting a lady. Tsk, tsk. Jamie and the other ladies will be very displeased with you, a twenty-four year old boy hitting a girl, a breeder especially. You know full well the breeders, even those that look like one, are Ovira's chosen race. Very, very displeasing, even for you, Mr. Former President of Mandala, to hit a breeder. With Entomon, hitting a breeder is enough to start a full scale war, but at the very least six years incarceration as agreed by the breeder law."

"Cmmmphthmmm, ymmmm mhmmphnmr," Avinna replied, despite her arms, legs, and wings being tied behind her back, and her mouth gagged.

"What?" Both The Seductress and Vincent asked her. A Mandalan cultist immediately ungagged the half-breeder queen of the mananaggal and aswang 's  mouth, and Avinna spoke, "Actually, there is an exception. The law clearly states that no other race shall harm a breeder unless the said breeder commits unscrupulous acts or miserable offenses against the offender either by voluntary reason or involuntary force."

"Ha!" Vincent exclaimed to The Seductress, "Then my punch is justifiable!"

"Wait, I'm not yet finished," Avinna spoke, "The law also states that there must be evidence of the breeder's violation or offense. Otherwise, the ruling is against the offender."

"You had to say that out loud, Avi!" Vincent grumbled.

"What?!" Avinna exclaimed, "I'm a queen. It's my job to know the existing laws! That law has been in every Constitution of every country, even in the Celestial-Daemon Hereafter! On the bright side, you have lots of evidence and witnesses. Even Denarra's our prime witness!"

"But what if your prime witness is gasping for air and on the verge of death?" The Seductress replied, dropping Vincent to the ground, and gesturing to the now writhing Denarra. When Vincent and his friends looked at the priestess, they exclaimed, "NO!" even when they were gagged.

"Oh my God!" Philomella whispered through her silk gag. Tears formed in her eyes when she saw her on-the-verge-of-dying friend, but that was not all. The men, even the men, shed a lot of tears because not only were they going to lose their friend, they were also going to lose a cultural heritage.

Vincent did shed some tears, but he was actually angry at hwat the Seductress had done. So he turned around, sent a fist towards The Seductress...

...and missed.