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GOTH'ROTICA (1/5)
by Miss Lucy
  On the trip down to the lab, I got a partial explanation.  Mary had been 
working on aphrodisiacs, in part to cure her own frigidity.  What she 
developed, however, was much more than a simple Spanish Fly.  Mary had 
transformed herself into a Succubus; feeding off sexual energy.  The more 
orgasms she brought about, the more powerful she became.  She had also 
discovered the varying energy content of orgasms.  Men were good for a quick 
fix, but they tended to come quickly and only once.  For a real recharge, she 
preferred to fuck a woman.  But, she said, I would be free to form my own 
preferences.  How very generous of her.
  Entering the lab, she opened a door hidden behind a book case.  Inside, was 
a table with (surprise, surprise) straps and buckles.  She shoved me onto the 
table, and trussed me up.
  "What's the deal with you and Jack?"  I asked, hoping to stall till I 
thought of something.
  Mary paused amid buckling a strap to my thigh.  Absently, her hand wandered 
up and she began to stroke my pussy.  "Jack was a real religious little 
prick."  She said with a smirk.  "One day he walked in on me with my fingers 
in my cunt.  He began to spout the usual party line about the sin of 
masturbation, but got a bright idea.  He decided it wasn't really 
masturbation, if we did it to each other."  Smiling, she lightly pinched my 
clit.  "He figured as long as we didn't actually *fuck*, we were OK."
  "How old were you?"  I thought maybe I felt a little play in the strap 
holding my left hand.  Slowly, I tried to loosen it.
  "About thirteen.  Not enough tit to really grab, but enough to show I was a 
girl.  So he'd stand over me and make me stroke him off, while he 
finger-fucked me.  At first it felt good.  It was our secret.  But then he let 
his buddies in on it.  He'd have them line up and watch, as I jerked off one 
after another.  He let them touch me *anywhere*, and as rough as they liked.  
When I complained, he said I should be proud I was helping them keep from 
sinning."
  "That's pretty twisted."  No luck with my left wrist.  She smiled at me, and 
I saw a puff of mist.  Holding up her hand, it transformed into a big 
squirming cock.  "Don't put that in me."  I said calmly.
  "You'll like it, I promise."  She smiled.  Soon, I felt the wriggling thing 
began to worm it's way into my pussy.  "One day,"  she went on with her story, 
"he brought along a boy from school.  The new boy was *not* an altar boy.  He 
had no reason to keep himself "holy".  First they made me kiss his dick, and 
then they held me down while he fucked me.  After it was over, I told Jack if 
he and his friends ever came around me again, I'd tell everything.  But 
really, the damage was already done."  With her free hand, she took a syringe 
off the table beside her.  I could feel her dick/hand inside me, moving 
around.  Twice, it bumped up against my cervix and triggered a muscle spasm.  
Each time I orgasmed, Mary closed her eyes and smiled.  Still smiling, she 
poked the needle into my thigh.  "Oh, they stopped coming to the house,"  she 
went on.  "But they would pin me in the halls at school and grab a quick feel, 
or put their hands up my skirt on the bus.  By the time summer came around, I 
was totally frigid.  I equated sex with humiliation, and would let no one 
touch me.  You can probably guess, I was a lot of fun in college."
  "So you turn around and do the same thing to me?!"  I could feel sweat 
trickling off me, as I fought off another orgasm.
  "Not the same."  Mary smiled and sent her tongue out to tickle my nipples.  
"You *like* it, don't you?"
  "Some of it."  I admitted.  "But you hurt me!  I didn't like having my ass 
raped, or fearing for my life!"
  She considered this.  "I wanted to try some things; see if I could alter the 
level of energy.  Actually, I found that sometimes adding fear *reduces* the 
sexual energy."
  "Well, no shit!"  I grumbled.  "I coulda told you *that*."
  Mary smiled again.  "I am a scientist.  I take no one's word for it.  So 
when I saw your sweet little attempts at wickedness on the internet, I said to 
myself  "Here's one I can corrupt easily.  And since she's just a hack writer, 
no one will miss her".  And so, here you are."
  "Gee, thanks.  I could have done without the "hack writer" bit."
  She laughed again, pulling the wriggling dick/hand out.  I gasped, as a wave 
of spasms hit me.  At first, because of the orgasms, I didn't notice it; but 
soon I began to feel very warm.
  "What's happening?"  I whispered, seeing steam rise off my breasts.
  Mary's eyes narrowed.  "It is beginning."  She said.  "Soon, you will be 
like a sister to me.  Together, we will drift out through the air, and have 
our fill of fucking."
  "I think I've already *had* my fucking fill."  My pussy began to burn, and I 
felt like my hole was huge enough to stuff every cock in the world into it!  I 
couldn't seem to get enough air, and my vision was blurring.  Suddenly, a jolt 
of pain shot through me.  Involuntarily, I tried to fold in half as my stomach 
heaved; but the bonds held me down.  I struggled and strained and tried to 
resist, but it soon became obvious that all I could do was suffer and scream.  
But just as I drew in enough breath to let loose with a real earth-shattering 
wail, the world abruptly stopped.

  I could see the empty table, and Mary rapt upturned face.  I felt myself 
floating and expanding, covering the whole room.
  "Pull yourself together."  She said, and I realized she meant it literally.  
As I began to think of fingers and toes, they began to form.  Then hands and 
feet, arms and legs, and onward.  In a flash of inspiration, when I got to 
torso, I improvised a little.
  "Whoa!"  Mary laughed.  "Who do you think you are, Anna Nicole Smith?"
  "I can be anything I want."  I whispered, astounded.  I looked in the mirror 
at my perfect breasts; breasts I would have killed to have, just a few days 
ago.  Perfect pink nipples poked out of globes of flesh that defied gravity.  
As I gazed in the mirror, I trimmed some off my waist, and turned to sculpt my 
ass.  "Wow."
  "Any man seeing you, would be wild with desire."  She stood, and ran her 
hands over my body,
  I shivered with delight.  Her touch seemed electric!  Before I knew what I 
was doing, I grabbed her hand and shoved it between my legs.  I ignored the 
amused smile on her face, because it felt so good!  Suddenly, all that 
mattered was...
  "We can enter any building we want."  She whispered.  "We can take people in 
their sleep.  Most times, they'll think we were a dream."
  "Oh, god; let's go now!"
  Mary laughed at my need.  "Soon, I promise.  But first, you need to 
practice.  You need to know how to dissolve and solidify at a moments notice."
  Mental alarm bells went off.  "Why?"
  "So you don't get caught."
  "What happens if we get caught?"
  She thought it over.  "I don't really know, but... You don't want to be 
stuck in a jail cell when..."
  "When what?"
  Mary pulled away.  "You know how you feel now?"
  "Like I could fuck the whole world, twice?"
  "Multiply that by a hundred."
  I thought it over, and saw how that might be uncomfortable.
  Mary laughed again.  "Don't worry, I won't let you get hungry.  That's what 
Jack is for.  While you learn how to manifest, you can feed off Jack's sexual 
energy."
  "Mary?  It this change permanent?"
  Her face clouded over.  "Already you're ungrateful?"
  "Uh..."
  Suddenly, Antitheos was there.  "Don't take me on."  It growled.  "I'm far 
stronger than you'll ever be.  See how quickly I can metamorphisise?  
Everything you learn, I'll always be ten steps ahead of you.  And now that 
you're useless to me as a source of energy, I have no reason to keep you 
alive."
  "Then why did you do this?!"  I demanded, and felt my body swell.
  "Because I'm *lonely*!  This is the greatest thing ever, and I have no one 
to share it with!"
  "But..."  my skin turned jet black, and I began to feel change in my face.  
"Why don't you just change back?"
  Antitheos glowered at me, then rapidly shrank into Mary again.  "Because I 
don't know how!"  she blurted.  "And why *should* I change?  I can be anything 
or anyone I want to be.  Isn't that the ultimate dream?"
  "Yeah."  I had to admit, the idea had been running though the back of my 
head all along.  I wanted to try the appearance of every babe any guy ever 
drooled over.  I wanted to disguise myself, and take revenge on guys who 
snubbed me or played me light.  And there were a few stuck-up women I knew, 
I'd love to see grovel at my feet.  And I could go to a certain office 
building as smoke, and drift up a few skirts or blow under a few desks...  
"But doesn't it get boring after awhile?  I mean; there really is no 
challenge."  I caught a look at myself in the mirror, and instantly gawked.  I 
was like something out of a bad Conan movie.  Smiling a little, I looked at my 
groin.  With a little effort, a huge cock sprang up from between my legs.  
"Waddaya think Jack'll think of *this*?"
  Mary smiled a little.  "I don't know.  Why don't you ask him?  And if he 
doesn't like it, you can ram it up his ass."
  I laughed, and the sound of my own voice gave me chills.  "OK, I'll try it 
for awhile."  The temptations were too delicious to resist.

  Together, as smoke, we drifted back up to my room.  I almost giggled, seeing 
Jack knocked out and unsuspecting.
  "Go feed."  Mary commanded, and I began to form into a sort of Vampira 
rip-off.  My breasts fairly popped out of my tight black gown.
  "Jaaaaaaack!"  I whispered harshly.
  He moved a little, mumbling.  Suddenly, he whimpered and scooted back 
against the wall.  Eyes wide, he trembled as he stared at me.
  "Oh, Jackie!"  I pouted.  "I'm not here to hurt you.  I just want to teach 
you the meaning of life.  Do you know what that is, Jack?"
  He shook his head several times.
  I smiled and laughed a little.  "Life sucks."
  
  It didn't take long, before he was arching his back and begging me to bite 
him.  He had a death grip on my breasts, and I could feel his cock deep inside 
me as I played with my clit for him.  Slowly, rocking up and down on his cock, 
I began to lean forward.  I hissed his name, over and over.  He tipped back 
his head.  I breathed on his skin, raising the tiny hairs there.  Closer and 
closer I reached, until my lips touched his neck.  He sighed in anticipation, 
and whispered "do it!"
  I opened my mouth wide, while I moved my ass up and down at a frantic pace.  
Suddenly, I plunged in my fangs while plunging his cock deep inside me.  Jack 
grunted several times, and I could feel him shoot his load as I pretended to 
suck his blood.  Suddenly, a fire swept over me and I felt a keen rush of 
adrenaline.
  "Oh, no..."  I whispered, because at the sudden sharpening of my need, I 
could feel Jack's spent cock plop out of me.  "Mary?  Mary, I need more!"
  Mary laughed.  "You'll be sated by the end of the night.  I must say, my 
confidence in you is justified.  Your imagination exceeds my dreams."
  "Yeah, yeah, whatever."  I dissolved and drifted up.  "Can we go now?"
  "Of course, but stay close to me."
  "Sure.  Lead on."

  We went to a favorite stop of hers.  The room was dark, nestled in it's 
niche of suburbia, but in even that dim light I could see the posters of super 
models and Boris girls (ala Conan and such) on the walls.  There, swathed in 
Star Wars sheets, was my next victim.  I found out later that I already knew 
him.  To my mild discomfort, I discovered this teen-age terror was one of my 
biggest fans.  That night, though, I knew none of that.  All I knew, was that 
this was your typical horny little teen computer geek.  I clicked on his 
monitor, and in the soft glow of a Windows 95 logo, I transformed myself into 
a sword-totin', chain mail bra wearin', warrior princess with generous 
endowments.  Haughtily, I used the tip of my sword to move the covers off of 
him.  He stirred a bit, but still slept.  I leaned in close, then suddenly 
clapped my gauntletted hand over his mouth.  His eyes flew open and he froze.
  "Silence!"  I hissed.  "I will not harm you."
  Either he relaxed at my assurance, or became distracted by my cleavage.  
Either way, I was able to remove my hand and stand up.
  "I am Domina Petra; princess of Galgor and the Northern Marches."
  "W-what?"  he reached over and plucked a pair of glasses out of a mess by 
the bed.
  "I require some assistance."  I said, haughtily.
  "Huh?"
  I sighed with impatience.  "My father is near death.  Unless I can produce a 
son to maintain the line, my kingdom will fall.  Our wizard has chosen you as 
our best hope for a male child.  Will you perform this service for me?"
  The boy swallowed.
  Again, I sighed.  I leaned my sword against a chair, stepped out of my 
boots, and tugged off my gauntlets.  The boy sat up more, watching me with a 
vague smile on his face.  I undid the clasp on my breast piece, freeing a pair 
of milky white breasts capped with taunt red nipples.  I almost lost it, when 
he stopped breathing.  I skimmed down my chain mail panties, and knelt at his 
feet.  "Take me."  I commanded.
  His half smile crept up a bit, and he clapped a hand over his mouth to 
stifle a guffaw.
  "You don't find me attractive?"  I arched one perfect eyebrow.
  "Oh, I do!"  he nodded enthusiastically.  "I just...I can't believe this is 
happening!  First the dreams about the poster girls, now this!"
  I remembered Mary saying this was a good place.  Now I knew why she thought 
so.  Apparently she had been coming to him in the forms of the girls in his 
posters.
  "I see."  I began to stand.  "You do not wish to serve Galgor.  Perhaps your 
alliances lie elsewhere."
  "No, wait!"  he stood, then pinched himself.  "Ouch!  Oh, wow."  
Tentatively, he reached out.  I stood stock still, letting him put his hands 
on my breasts.  "Oh, wow." He repeated, squeezing a little.
  "You will perform this service?"  I asked, distracting him a little.
  "You really want me to *do* it with you?"
  I made a face.  "Yes, chosen one.  I want you to...*fuck* me."
  He giggled a little, but I could feel his hard on poking through his 
pajamas.  "OK."  he said, after a few deep breaths.
  "Please, now."  I said.
  "Well..."  he looked up at me.  I was about two inches taller.  "What's in 
it for me?"
  "What?!"
  "I mean, I do this for you, but what do *I* get?"
  "Me!  You get me, spread out on your drab little bed like a trollop!  There 
are men who would *kill* for that chance!"
  He got a stubborn look on his face.  "For one, you have to be nice to me!  I 
won't do anything, if you're mean."
  I sighed impatiently.  "Yes, chosen one.  I shall...be *nice* to you."
  "Good."  He straightened up a bit, savoring his little victory.  "And you 
have to go down."
  "Down where?"
  "You know; down there.  You have to...put me in your mouth."
  "What?!"  I backed off, looking horrified, then swallowed.  "You *are* the 
chosen one."  I reasoned.  "I...might be willing to do this, but the laws..."  

  "You want my...uh...service?"  he said.  "That's what it takes."
  I pretended to think hard about it.  "Perhaps if I were under duress, it 
could be overlooked."  I glanced around, then leaned in.  "I will, but first 
you must tie me up; so I can claim I had no choice."
  A new, nasty smile crept over his face.  If I had been a solid human, I 
might have decided this would be a good time to panic.  However, as I was, I 
saw it as a good sign.  He easily found some soft cord, and tied my hands 
behind my back.  Then he had me kneel on the bed, and tied my ankles together. 
 Next, he set up a video camera.
  At first, I wanted to protest; but then I remembered I wasn't wearing my own 
face.  As he shucked his PJs and sat in front of me, I let the camera see my 
attributes.  Suddenly, he roughly grabbed me by the hair, and shoved my face 
in his crotch.
  Already, I could feel waves of energy rolling off of him.  All it did, was 
whet my appetite.  I started off with tentative licks, but soon I was hogging 
his whole cock in my mouth.  It wasn't long, before I sensed he was ready to 
cum.  "Remember your promise!"  I hissed, forcing him out of my mouth.
  "Gonna fuck you, bitch!"  he growled, and scooted around behind me.  Shoving 
my face into a pillow, me rammed his cock into my upraised pussy.  Because my 
ankles were bound and between his knees, the friction on my pussy was 
fantastic!  As he slammed into me, I felt so much energy I could almost burst. 
 Cursing and mumbling, he slapped my ass a few times; chuckling when I cried 
out.  This was one sick little bastard, but I was getting great energy levels 
off of him.  Finally, with a little squeak, he shot his wad.  Once he 
finished, he yanked out and rolled me on my back.
  "You will be remembered for this service."  I assured him.  "Now untie me."
  He laughed and went over to his desk.  When he came back, he had a pair of 
pliers and a jar of Vaseline.  "Oh, maybe after we play a little game."  He 
chuckled and lunged at me.  He managed to clamp on to one nipple, before I 
evaporated and left him as he probably spent many nights; clutching a jar of 
Vaseline.

  "Rotten little bastard."  I groused, and went to look for Mary.  I found her 
in the master bedroom.  She was done up like Peter Pan, and had her/his face 
shoved up in the pussy of a woman with her night gown hiked up and her hands 
over her mouth.  Beside them, the woman's husband snored in happy oblivion.  I 
didn't know whether to laugh, or applaud her/his nerve.   I decided I'd better 
go see what else I could do to kill some time, but I didn't want to get too 
far away.  It seemed too risky to try the husband, so I drifted under another 
bedroom door.
  I found myself in a girl's room.  Judging by the discarded bra on the floor 
and the pictures on the wall, she was either college age or very nearly.  I 
checked out her collection of magazines, and found something to get a fix on.  
With a bit of effort, Brad Pitt now stood in the girl's room; and he/I had a 
raging hard on.  Softly, I positioned myself at the head of her bed.  I sat 
down, simultaneously grabbing her wrist with one hand and covering her mouth 
with the other.
  "Shhhhh."  I let her get a good look at me.  "I'm not gonna hurt you, I 
promise."
  She squirmed, making little whimpering noises.
  "Please."  I whispered.  "I really need to talk to you."
  She stopped squirming, and took a really good look at me.  Suddenly, her 
eyes got wide.
  "Are you gonna be quiet?"  I asked.  She nodded eagerly, so I moved away my 
hand.  I let my hand caress her smooth cool cheek,  and buried my fingers in 
her silky curls.  "You're so beautiful.  I just had to meet you."
  "No way."  She whispered.  "You can't be-..."
  "I'm nobody."  I half-smiled.  "I'm just a guy who can't help himself.  
There are some people with me who would have a fit if they knew I was out here 
alone, but I had to meet you just once, before we finish shooting and move 
on."
  "Sh-sh-shooting?"
  I winced.  "Shop talk.  Don't worry, there aren't any guns involved.  Not 
real ones, anyway."
  "Oh my god!"
  "I didn't mean to startle you, but..."  I grinned bashfully, giving a slight 
shrug.  "Is there any chance you'll let me kiss you?"
  She giggled and hunched her shoulders a little.  "OK.  I mean, I guess that 
would be OK."
  I took her pointed little chin in my hand, and smiled when she rolled her 
eyes.  Then I leaned in, and lightly brushed her lips with mine.  Moving 
closer, I began to kiss her.  Heat rose from her body, and energy of a 
different flavor made my skin tingle.  She arched her back, pressing her body 
against mine.  I put an arm around her, and moved my other hand down to her 
breast.  She sighed and moved closer, as I fondled her.  When I began to undo 
the buttons on her nightie, she made no move to stop me.
  When I kissed her neck, she tipped her head back and moaned softly.  I moved 
down, kissing a trail to her exposed nipple.  I teased it with my tongue, and 
was surprised when she shuddered with a tiny orgasm.  She had a second one, 
when I began to suck.  I felt her hands trying to pull at my clothes, so I 
laid her down and sat up.  When I got my shirt off, she moaned again.  I slid 
my hand up the inside of her thigh, and stopped just short of her pussy.
  "I have to know if this is what you really want."  I said, giving her my 
best honestly concerned look.
  "Oh, yeah."  She said, pulling my hand up.  Her pussy was damp, and my 
fingers slid in without meaning to.  I pulled them out and tasted them, 
smiling when her eyes grew huge.  Spreading her thighs apart, I went down.
  She tasted so fresh and good, and the energy coming off of her was 
incredible.  She instantly had an orgasm, and began to build to another.  As I 
made her cum over and over, watching her gibber senselessly as she thrashed 
about, I thought I could be happy just eating out this little cheerleader all 
night.  Soon, though, she began to tug me up.  I'd forgotten I even *had* a 
cock, so I had to pause a bit and make it over.  While I did that, I tasted 
her breasts again.  Then I moved between her sweet legs, and plunged in.
  I don't know what it feels like to have a real cock.  All I did, was imagine 
a really huge clit and shape it like a dick.  So, in essence, I was fucking 
her with my clit:  and it nearly drove me up the wall.  My own sensations 
rocked me, but I held on enough to keep my cock hard.  She was moaning and 
writhing like an animal, feeding me past the saturation point with sexual 
energy.  It was like getting drunk.  I began to really pound her, heady with 
all the power pulsing through me.  I could feel another huge orgasm building 
in her, so I prepared to time my male-style orgasm with it.  As she bucked and 
arched, I slammed and pounded.  Suddenly, she froze.  I rammed in one solid 
shove, then made my cock bulge and pump.  I made the same kind of grunts I'd 
heard men make before, shooting an imaginary load deep into her pussy.  
Collapsing against her, I kissed her passionately as we both panted and gasped 
for air.  I felt full as a tick, and would have fallen asleep, if Mary hadn't 
send tendrils of smoke in my ears.
  The girl was fast asleep.  Groggy, I evaporated and followed Mary back up to 
the house.  I remained in smoke state, lingering around the ceiling in a lazy 
drowse until full day.

  I awoke to see Mary staring at me.
  "What?"  I asked, solidifying.
  "Did you enjoy last night?"  she smiled a small smile.
  "Incredible!  I've never experienced anything remotely like it!"
  "Take back all the mean things you said?"
  I think I blushed, but it was hard to tell.  "I'm really sorry about that. 
Forgive me?"
  She smiled a little more.  "Of course.  We're sisters, now.  Tonight we'll 
have some *real* fun."
  "Tonight?"  I stretched.  "I could use something *now*."
  She walked up to me, still smiling.  "I don't really want to touch Jack.  It 
doesn't feel right.  I never quite feel in control.  But...could you...*hurt* 
him for me?"
  The blush was definitely off the rose, so far as me and Jack were concerned. 
 "I'm not too eager to touch him, either."  Last night's vampiric romp had 
actually been the end.  "But..."  I smiled back at her.  "For *you*, Mary, 
I'll do what I can."
  Her eyes narrowed, as she laughed; obviously pleased.

  I plumbed the depths of my imagination, and came up with just the thing.  My 
feel formed into cloven hooves, and horns sprouted out from my head.  Short 
fur covered my lowed body, below a massive muscular chest.  A ring pierced my 
nose, and a long thin tail swished behind me.  I was a Minotaur, and I was 
pretty damned frightening- particularly when I raised a huge bull-like 
erection.  Snorting, I clumped up where Jack was chained.  Mary misted and 
followed, her airless voice giggling in anticipation.
  As I stomped toward him, he actually wept.  He tried to cringe into the 
corner, but there was no place to hide.
  "Your choice."  I rumbled.  "Suck, or be fucked."
  Babbling, he begged.
  "Suck, or fuck!"  I demanded, stepping closer.
  Still babbling, he neared my rampaging dick.  He touched it, hesitating.  It 
leaped in his hand, and he flinched.
  "One way or another, Jack."  I growled.  "Pick a hole!"
  Grimacing, he leaned in and made himself take me in his mouth.
  "You throw up,"  I threatened, "and I'll fuck you inside out!"
  He whimpered, and began to suck in reluctant tugs.  I couldn't help laughing 
at the sight of it, and I could hear Mary laughing, as well.
  "Make me cum, and swallow it."  I commanded, watching tears roll down his 
cheeks.  I thought about the things he'd done to Mary.  I thought about how he 
didn't care what happened to her; didn't care how she felt.  Sneering, I 
thrust my hips and jammed my dick down his throat.  He began to choke, so I 
pulled out.  Holding a hand to his mouth, he tried to stop from vomiting; but 
it spilled between his fingers.
  "Oh, Jackie."  I chuckled.  "Too bad."
  I grabbed him and shoved him down on his face.  Then I grabbed his ass and 
raised it.  He tried to cover his asshole with his hands, but I easily pinned 
him.  Roaring, I jammed my dick deep into his ass.  He screamed like a 
departing soul, as I rammed him again and again.  I laughed, even when I saw 
blood.  Behind me, Mary whispered encouragement.  Poor Jack.  If I was really 
a male, It would have ended when I came.  But I didn't come, so It went on 
until I decided to stop; which was when he finally passed out.
  I felt drained.  "Mary,"  I said, dissolving.  "I really need something."
  "I know, sweet."  She sighed happily.  "Follow me."

  There was a maid who shirked her duties, sneaking away for a nap.  As a 
result, she could never admit to the strange things that happened to her.  We 
found her in her usual place; the laundry room, among the clean blankets.  
  "Take her." Mary offered.
  I remained smoke, and lifted her skirt.  I sent tendrils up under her 
panties, lifting them out.  Then I made a huge tongue, and began licking her.
  She moaned in her sleep, arching her back.
  I sent a few more tendrils up, and unbuttoned her dress in the front.  Then 
I lifted her breasts out of her bra.  Fine brown nipples jutted up into the 
air.  Creating more tongues, I flicked and licked and played with them.  
Again, she moaned.
  I jammed the big tongue inside her, licking her out.  She cried out, her 
juices releasing.  I sensed she was awake, so I took the shape of a satyr.  I 
squeezed her breasts in my hands, while my forked tongue licked her snatch.  
She gave a little whimper, and I looked up at her.
  "I will not tell on you, you lazy little sweet."  I teased.  "Only tell me 
that you are my bitch, and let me show how pleased I am with you."
  The maid's eyes were wide with horror, but she must have feared being fired 
more than anything I might do to her.  Scooting back, she slipped off her 
panties and spread her legs.
  "Say the words."  I whispered, stroking about fourteen inches of dick.
  She swallowed, staring at my joint.  "I am your bitch."  She said, in a 
quavering voice.
  "Tell me to take you.  No-, *beg* me to take you."
  "Please,"  she smiled nervously.  "Please take me.  Please fuck me."
  I smiled back.  "Whatever you say, my dear."  Inching up, I watched her 
breathing become more rapid.  Slowly, I kept sliding in until she cried out.  
Then, I pulled out and jammed back in.  Her body contorted, as the groaned and 
began to sweat.
  "Do you like it?"  I growled.
  She seemed reluctant to answer, so I rammed her again.
  "Do you *like* it?" I insisted.
  "Oh my god."  She whispered.  "Yes."  
  I heard her hitch a little sob, but her body writhed beneath me.
  "Yes."  She repeated.  "I *love* it!"
  I latched on to a breast, sucking in her nipple.  She gasped and bucked 
beneath me, grabbing my shaggy ass with both hands and trying to pull all of 
me in.
  "You want more?!"  I asked in disbelief.
  "Yes, oh, YES!"  She ground her hips against mine.
  I added two inches to the length, and she screamed with delirium.  I added 
another inch to the width,  and she started speaking in another language.  I 
had been concentrating so hard, I never noticed the building energy levels.  
The slammed me and rolled over me like a Mack Truck.  Her shriek was shrill in 
my ear, as she had one monster orgasm after another.  Suddenly, she rolled me 
over and began fucking *me*!  She rode my dick for all it was worth, impaling 
herself over and over.  There was just no satisfying her!  I felt in danger of 
passing out, myself.  Suddenly, Mary slipped in and began licking the girl's 
clit while she fucked me.  In a spiraling escalation, she let out a scream 
like a tea kettle at full steam.  Suddenly, a shriek ripped her throat, and 
she fell forward.  Mumbling and quivering, she spasmed from one chain orgasm 
after another.  It was a good thing she was done, because I was helpless to do 
anything else.  Again, I was fully sated.  The girl fell asleep, and I pushed 
her off.  Mary's tinkling giggle was all around me.
  "That girl is *not* human!"  I complained, trying to stand.  
  "She is for now, anyway.  I considered making her like us, but then I 
thought maybe all we'd get was leftovers."
  "*That's* for sure."  I felt full enough to sleep, knowing I would last 
until night.  "Is there anything else we can do when we're hungry?"
  "What do you mean?"
  "I mean, I can see getting pretty tired of this.  Can we eat food, or things 
like that?"
  Mary stared at me, then turned her head.  "No.  This is what we do."
  "And if we don't?"
  "I don't know.  I've only gotten so far as to do without for a day, then the 
pain was too much."
  I couldn't believe it.  When was I ever going to find time to write, or do 
anything else?  Then it hit me; my life, my *old* life, was over.  This was 
what my life was going to be, from now on.  Just drifting from one piece of 
ass to the next.  Luckily, there would never be a shortage of horny men no 
matter where I went; but I certainly had always expected more out of life.
  "You see why I was lonely?"  Mary said quietly.
  "This really stinks."  I answered.  "You knew this was a shitty deal, but 
you did this to me anyway."
  "I'm working on a cure!"  She wrung her hands.  "As well as alternate 
feeding methods."
  "Like what?  Dehydrated ass?  Dick in a can?  FuckFast shakes?"
  "If I could pin down the electrical emissions of the brain during orgasm, I 
could have a viable energy source."
  If I wasn't already mostly smoke, I would have shaken my head.  "I think I'm 
ready to go out on my own, tonight."
  "I don't think that would be wise."
  "I don't think you're a reliable source of wisdom."
  "Lucy, please.  I need you."
  "No you don't.  You need a bimbo yes-girl to stroke your ego."  I drifted 
out the door, not looking back.

Continued in part 4...
