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GOTH'ROTICA (2/5)
by Miss Lucy



  Before long, I was letting her dress me like a doll; coordinating 
accessories and placing me in front of the mirror to get my opinion.  The 
gowns were all stunning, and the jewelry exquisite.  It did cheer me up a bit, 
to be immersed in so many fine things.  She played with my hair, experimenting 
with ornamental combs  and hairpins.  I couldn't help but smile.
  "Ah."  She smiled back at me in the mirror.  "Now there's the most beautiful 
accessory of all.  You know you have a beautiful smile."
  I blushed and thanked her.
  "I think you should wear the gold beaded gown, as long as you're going to 
smile so brightly."  She unzipped me and pushed the purple velvet gown I was 
wearing off my shoulders.  Suddenly, she paused.  Slowly, she slipped one bra 
strap off my shoulder, and down my arm.  As my breast was bared, I heard her 
sigh.
  "Look at how lovely you are."  She whispered.  "You should be painted, or 
sculpted.  All curves and lushly rounded flesh; women are creatures of 
beauty."  She passed a light caress over my breast, and I saw her close her 
eyes.  "I stand on the threshold, about to risk defiling that which I am 
enamored of."
  I didn't know what to make of this, but I didn't have time to ask about it.  
She abruptly turned away and left.  "Dinner in one hour."  She announced, and 
left my room.

  This time, I finally got a good shower.  No heebie-jeebies, no rushing, just 
a nice long hot shower.  This time, the mist behaved like normal mist.  By the 
time I was dressed and heading down stairs, I was feeling balanced and normal 
and my old self again.  I should have known, that's usually when the shit hits 
the fan.
  There was a man at the table.  No, I said that wrong.  There was a *MAN* at 
the table.  As he stood to greet me, I couldn't help but blush.  A sardonic 
half smile sat above a strong jaw, and sent twinkles of light from intelligent 
eyes.  Sandy hair fell boyishly over his forehead, and a scar bisected one 
eyebrow.  All this sat on broad shoulders encased in an expensive suit that he 
wore like he'd been born to it.  One hand was burrowed in his pocket, hiking 
his jacket up in an appealing way.  He produced a slip of paper, and held it 
out to me.  When I leaned in to take it, I could feel his eyes on me.  His 
hand lingered on mine a bit too long.  I flustered a bit and stepped back, 
looking at the paper.  It was a note from Mary, claiming she suddenly had to 
go to town and to please allow her brother Jack to take her place as host.
  "I guess you're Jack."  I looked up over the note.
  "I guess I am."  He smiled.  "And you're the infamous Miss Lucy?"
  "I don't know that I've reached the status of infamous."
  "Mary sent me some of your stories.  How does it make you feel, knowing 
adolescent boys all over the world beat off to your words?"
  I felt my eyebrow raise.  "*Just* the boys?" I deadpanned.
  His mouth fell open briefly, then he laughed.  "I'm not sure what Mary was 
thinking of, hiring you, but I bet you're certainly fun to have around."  He 
pulled back a chair.  "Please, have a seat.  Some host I'd be, if I let dinner 
get cold."  As he seated me, he made no secret of looking down my dress.  I 
refused to be baited, though.
  "Are you and Mary from Long Island?"  I asked, as he spooned a portion of 
Cordon Bleu on to my plate.  He was overly generous with the sauce, but I 
pretended not to notice.
  "Actually, we were both born in Scotland.  We moved to New York when I was 
just three, and she was an infant."
  "Too bad you never picked up the accent."  I smiled, and sliced my food.
  "We've never lived in one place long enough to pick up any accents."  He 
chewed his food.  "When we were in our teens, we moved to Massachusetts.  When 
things went bad there, though, we moved here."
  "Went bad?"  I winced inwardly, for prying.
  He didn't seem to mind, though.  He got up and walked over to a sideboard 
and pulled out a drawer.  Returning, he put an open photo album in front of 
me.  When I saw the pictures, I couldn't help but gasp.
  "You're a priest?!"  
  "Was."  He corrected, looking at the pictures over my shoulder.  "For all of 
one year.  It didn't work out.  Boston, however, was unbearable for me once I 
was...defrocked."
  I didn't know what to say, and I suddenly wanted to end dinner as quickly as 
possible.  He must have known this, because he snatched the album back and 
tossed it aside, giving me a bitter look.  "So now you know my sordid past."  
He grumbled.
  "Well, I..."  It suddenly felt very hot in there, and I didn't feel hungry 
in the least.  "I'm sorry, I have no idea what to say."
  "Say what's on your mind."  He sat back down.  "You can't possibly come up 
with anything I haven't already heard."
  "I was wondering how you felt about it."  I said honestly.
  He smiled a little.  "You mean you weren't wondering how and why it 
happened?"
  "Frankly, I think the whole things none of my business; but if you want to 
talk about it, well, I'm not exactly a paragon of virtue.  I can't think of 
anything that would put me in a position to judge."
  "Not even if I got caught buggering altar boys in the vestibule?"
  I blushed, but held my ground.  "That's pretty nasty, but I doubt that's 
what happened."
  "Oh?  What makes you so sure?"
  "Because you're not the type."
  "How can you possibly know that?"
  I smiled.  "We perverts tend to know each other by our spots."
  He seemed to reluctantly smile back.  "You're right, of course.  That wasn't 
it.  I...decided at one point that it just wouldn't work.  Sooner or later 
there would be some parishioner I'd meet, or some outside woman.  I admitted 
my weakness before I fell.  Still, the process was humiliating and my failure 
disappointing.  My mother may never forgive me."
  I realized our whole attitude toward each other had somehow shifted; from 
something much less sexy, to something a bit more intimate.  In a way, it was 
a relief.  In spite of the odd circumstances, this was the most "normal" I'd 
felt since I got here.
  "Now you should tell me something about yourself."  He said, eating again.  
"What prompted you to write smut?  I mean, you seem talented enough to sell in 
the legitimate market."
  "Thanks.  I do some mainstream.  But I crave attention, so..."
  "Ah.  It's an ego thing."
  "Definitely.  Plus, it's a rush thinking you actually have enough power to 
effect people with nothing more than your craft."
  He smiled his sardonic smile again.  "So the idea of hundreds of erections 
in the glow of a computer monitor's light turns you on."
  "Intensely."  I smiled back, hamming a bit to hide the fact that he hit the 
nail on the head.  "And I want to reach out and touch every one of them."
  "But..."  he wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin.  "what if it 
worked both ways?  What if they all could reach *in* and touch *you*?  All at 
once?"
  How did we go from failed priesthood to this?  Admittedly, the idea of 
hundreds of hard dicks poking and prodding me all over made me unexpectedly 
damp; but I wanted to hold on to the "normal" feeling I'd had before.  I 
merely blushed and sipped my wine.
  He must have been reading my mind, because his grin broadened and he leaned 
back to stare at me.  "You don't get away so easily."  He said.  "You forget, 
I've read your nastiest thoughts.  It's far too late to play the blushing 
virgin.  So what exactly *is* my sister paying you for?"
  "Transcribing her notes."  I blurted.
  "Those must be some hot notes.  Has she asked for your assistance in her 
experiments?"
  "A little."
  He leaned forward, subtly leering.  "Tell me about them.  Did she make you 
use your fingers?  Your mouth?  Or were *you* the one strapped to the table?"
  This wasn't where I wanted to go, at all.  I slid back my chair.  "Thank you 
for dinner.  I think I'll retire for the evening."
  He got up and grabbed my arm.  "I'll join you."
  "No, I-"
  "Aren't you dying to tell someone?  Besides; think of it as another chance 
to make a man horny with your words."
  "Please, let go."
  "I promise to listen like a good boy, and I won't turn into smoke when 
you're through."
  I felt a chill go down my spine.  "What?"
  "Get two things straight:"  he pulled me close.  "You're going to tell me 
everything.  Do it the hard way, or the easy way; that's your choice.  But you 
*will* tell me everything."
  Mean as he was, I felt it might actually be a relief to tell him what had 
been going on; either in reality, or only in my head.  But...  "And?  You said 
I should get *two* things straight.  What's the other?"
  He laughed darkly, lowering his face to mine.  As he began kissing me, his 
hands wandered rudely.  I wasn't exactly shocked, considering the way he'd 
been talking.  In fact, considering the treatment I'd been getting over the 
last twenty four hours, getting porked by a hunky ex-priest seemed a little 
tame.  Wearing a slight smirk, I reached down and began to stroke his crotch.  
Jack's eyes flew open.
  "Oh, damn.  That's *it*!"  He reached over and swept clear a spot on the 
table, sending some of the china crashing to the floor.  Then he hoisted me 
up, and hiked up my gown.  With a knife, he cut a hole in my panty hose, then 
sliced apart the crotch of my panties.
  Once he unzipped and shoved his cock inside me, it was over pretty quickly.  
I was already wet, and he apparently hadn't had any in awhile.  I was a little 
disappointed.
  "She left because of me, you know."  He said, as if nothing had just 
happened.  He stood and zipped up.  "I haven't laid eyes on Mary in months.  
Whenever I visit, she always has some excuse."
  Feeling more than a little disgusted and used, I got off the table and 
smoothed down my dress.
  "And then,"  he said, eyeing me strangely, "the strange things happen.  
Strange people and...*things* in my room, smoke or mist appearing out of 
nowhere,...are you all right?"
  I had a white-knuckled grip on the back of a chair, as I steadied myself.  I 
couldn't trust myself to speak.
  He nodded knowingly.  "You thought you'd be relieved to find out you're not 
crazy.  Instead, you're scared to think the things you've seen are real."
  "They can't be."  I whispered.
  He put his arm around me.  "Come on.  I think I'd much rather molest you in 
the privacy of your own room."  
  Feeling that "normal" feeling slip away, I did as I was told.

  I told him everything, as we lay together on my bed.  Bit by bit he'd peeled 
of my clothing, then his own.  Before long, once my story spun itself out, we 
were kissing and petting.  I thought we were going to start getting hot and 
heavy, but then he started talking again.
  "She won't tell me what she's working on."  He said, getting up and closing 
the curtains.  He unhooked the tiebacks and held on to them.  "I know it has 
something to do with sex, but I can't make heads nor tails of it."
  "I think it has something to do with sexual stimulation and the reactions 
to- what are you going to do with those?"  I watched him climb back on the 
bed, still holding the tiebacks.
  "Huh?"  He looked in his hand, then back at me.  "Oh.  Don't worry, I won't 
hurt you.  Yes, I saw the monitoring equipment in a video I found.  She was 
bringing a woman to orgasm, and some machine was measuring the responses."  He 
used his teeth to rip the tiebacks length-wise.  Then he grabbed my wrist and 
my ankle, and began tying them together.
  "No!"  I tried to wriggle away.
  "Trust me!"  He took my chin in his hand and made me look at him.  "I 
promise I won't let you be hurt."
  "What?!"
  Despite my efforts, he managed to wrestle me down and tie both wrists to 
their corresponding ankles.  I used curse words *I* didn't even know I knew.  
Then he began tying me to the headboard, so my legs were spread wide and my 
butt was high in the air.  
  "She refuses to talk about it, but I know Mary."  He wedged some pillows 
under my bottom.  "She's in over her head on something.  I don't want to put 
words to my worst fears, but it looks pretty bad."
  "Why are you doing this to me?"
  "I need bait."
  "What?!"
  He looked me up and down.  "Whatever it is that controls the smoke, 
shouldn't be able to resist you like this.  We have to catch it, or at least 
try, if we're going to find out just what it is."  He went to a dresser, and 
pulled a few candles out of their holders.  I watched in disbelief, as he 
unceremoniously pushed one of them in my wide open pussy.  He pressed it in as 
far as it would go, ignoring my cries and curses, then began pushing another 
into my ass.
  "Try to relax."  He said, massaging my clit with his free hand.
  "Relax?!  You're shoving a candle up my ass!"
  "The wax will melt, and act as a lubricant.  It'll cut down on irritation 
and injury."
  My eyes grew wide, as I began to catch on.  "You're going to try to catch 
Antitheo?  No way, Jack.  That thing'll kill us both!"
  "Maybe."  He said, calmly pushing the candle further in.  "But he'd get 
around to that eventually, anyway.  Look; this isn't going to work unless you 
relax."  He sighed and looked around.  "Maybe if I distract you..."  Leaning 
forward, still applying pressure to the candles, he hesitantly began to lick 
my clit.  He made a slight face, then began licking again.
  "You've never done that before."  I concluded.  "Jack, just how many times 
have you been with a woman?"
  "You mean counting tonight?"  He glanced up at me.  "And counting actual 
live *women*?"
  "Oh my god.  Please tell me I'm not the first!  Jack, if I'd known-"
  "Not really the first.  There was a woman in Boston.  I met her in a bar, 
the night after I was de-frocked.  And then...there was a ....*thing* that 
came into my room last time I stayed here.  And *then* you."  He paused and 
stared at my crotch for a moment.  "If I'd known that would turn you on so 
much, I'd have said something sooner."
  "But Jack, what about *before* you...became a..."
  He smiled.  "It doesn't happen over night, you know.  You have to prepare 
for years, before you can don the collar.  Before that, I was an altar boy.  
And before that, well, I was pretty much in diapers."
  "And after all that, after just one year...?"
  His smile faded.  "Let's just say I was in denial for most of my life.  It 
didn't hit me until I was actually *there*.  Somehow I'd thought that once I 
was ordained, all those feelings would just go away."  He turned the candles a 
bit, causing me to spasm a little.  A wicked little smile flashed on his face, 
and he turned them again.  Leaning in, he began to lick with more enthusiasm.
  I could feel a fine sweat break out all over me, and my nipples were 
standing out begging to be tweaked.  He pulled the candles out of me, and they 
were a lot smaller than when he'd put them in.  Backing away, he tossed them 
aside.  I could see he was sporting a huge erection, but he didn't seem ready 
to do anything about it.
  "You're just going to leave me here?  Like *this*?"
  "I have a hunch you won't be alone very long."  He grabbed his things, 
snapped off the lights, and left.  A few seconds later, I heard a creak.
  Nothing happened, but I was pretty sure someone was there.  My back was 
beginning to get sore, and my arms and legs were tired, but the idea of going 
a few rounds with Antitheos again didn't actually make me eager.
  I think I dosed, because suddenly I felt time had passed and now I was more 
aware than before.  Sure enough, Antitheos was perched on the end of my bed.  
It chuckled to see my predicament.
  "You must have really angered whoever did this to you."  It said.  "Why 
would they leave you so perfectly posed for me?  I could make a meal of your 
ass without even trying."  As if to drive the point home, it leaned in and 
dragged it's tongue across my butt cheeks.  I flinched, which made it laugh 
again.  "I can not resist.  It's *too* perfect."  It hoisted itself up, poised 
to thrust it's double phallus in me.  Suddenly, it paused.  "I think I shall 
see if you are woman enough for all of me."  It pulled out one pillow, and I 
could feel it fumbling around at my cunt.  After a moment of confusing 
sensations, I suddenly realized what it intended to do.
  "Noooo!"  I cried, as it rammed both dicks into my pussy, stretching it 
wide.  The pain and pleasure were so intense, I couldn't make another sound.  
Again and again, it shoved and pulled; making me feel like it was turning me 
inside out.  Suddenly, it yanked itself out of me; leaving me shivering from 
spasms and cramps.
  "Now, you bitch!"  it growled, slashing my bonds free with one talon.  
"Kneel on the floor!"
  I rolled off the bed, falling to my knees.  It grabbed me below the chin, 
and shoved it's cocks in my face.  "Lick them clean!"  it commanded.
  I took it's dicks in my hands, sucking and licking them.  This seemed to 
please the monster.  It leaned back and enfolded me in it's wings.  It tasted 
strange to me, and there was a fine fur on the shafts.  The heads of the cocks 
were round like knobs.  It reached down and stroked my hair.
  "Tell me you are my bitch."  It crooned.
  I couldn't stop tears from spilling out of my eyes.  
  "If you say you are mine,"  it reasoned, "I will give you everything.  You 
have no concept of the power and wealth that can be yours."
  Suddenly, there was a loud creak and a bang.  I heard a loud voice say 
something in Latin.  Antitheos backed away from me, and Jack was there with a 
poker in his hands.
  "Jack!"  Antitheos hissed.
  "Leave her alone!  Isn't it bad enough you enslaved my sister?!"
  "You do not understand!"
  Jack stepped toward the monster, but something odd was happening.  Antitheos 
seemed to be evaporating before our eyes. 
  "Coward!"  Jack swung the poker through the smoke.  Suddenly, the cloud was 
all around me.  It began to enter me, through every avenue:  ears, nose, 
mouth, pussy, ass- perhaps even through my pores.  I felt rage boiling within 
me, and knew it was not mine.  The monster was inside me.  It began to take 
over my body.
  Lurching forward, my body crawled to Jack.  He seemed unwilling to give up 
the poker, but unsure what to do with it.  I felt my tongue poke out, and my 
head moved forward.  I licked up his inner thigh, my mouth pulling back in a 
broad grin.  Flicking in and out, I licked his balls and felt them shrink.  A 
deep chuckle came from inside me.
  "Do you like her?"  A voice hissed from my mouth.  "Do you want her to take 
you in her mouth?  To suck your jism and debase herself before you?  Do you 
want to fuck your new pretty sister?"
  Jack stumbled back and gasped.  He recited more Latin, to no effect.  I 
can't be sure, but I think he was trying to begin and exorcism.  
  A laugh came from my mouth, then smoke poured out of me.  Suddenly, it 
coalesced into the shape of a woman.  She laughed again.
  "You think you're so *evil*!"  she chuckled.  "You don't even know what evil 
*is*!"
  "I know it when I see it!"  Jack stood his ground, looking ready to fight.  
I guessed that he felt more at ease, now that his enemy was separated from me, 
and scooted back to a safe distance.
  "I'm not evil, Jack."  She said.  "Of course, if I did *this*-" She leaped 
on him, trying to stuff his limp dick into her pussy.  "*that* would be evil.  
I didn't know what I was doing, last time,  I was out of control.  Now that I 
can control it, I would never fuck my own brother."
  At the look on Jack's face, the woman laughed gleefully, and re-composed her 
face so now *Mary* had one leg wrapped around him and his cock against her 
cunt.  Jack cried out and tried to get away.
  "You're not her!"  he squeaked.
  "I'm afraid I am, Jack.  You moaned and writhed like a porn star, while your 
sweet sister fucked and sucked you off."
  Jack looked about to vomit.
  I couldn't blame him.  Things were really were getting out of hand.  I 
started crawling for the closet, hoping to get my things and get out of there. 
 I felt a hand close over my ankle.
  "You're not going anywhere!"  Mary hissed.
  I rolled and yanked back my leg, but she only laughed and tackled me.  I 
felt sudden pressure between my legs.
  "Yes."  She whispered, smiling.  "I can change any part of me.  How big a 
cock would you like to fuck, my dear assistant?"
  "I'd rather skip the whole thing, if you don't mind."
  She laughed, delighted.  "That's what I like about fucking a writer; the 
cute puns just keep coming.  Well, dear, I can't skip the "hole thing".  Your 
hole is just too-"  She stopped and looked around.  Jack was sidling toward 
the door.  "Stop!"
  In a flash, she grew back into Antitheos, and leapt across the room.  
Wrestling a bit, she had him pinned in front of her; the double dicks poking 
between his legs under his own.
  "Triple threat!"  Antitheos/Mary growled.  "Come here, slut; before I kill 
him!"
  I looked at Jack, helplessly pinned.  Maybe he was going to get help, or a 
weapon.  Maybe he *wasn't* going to just run away and leave me with this 
monster.  I got up and walked over.
  "Suck him off."  It commanded.  "And jerk me off, while you're at it."
  I knelt down, looking at Jack's poor drooping cock.  How could he possibly 
get off, with that things claws on his neck and dicks on his balls?  I took a 
dick in each hand, and began stroking.  Then I leaned in and sucked Jack's 
dick into my mouth.  The other two were pressed against my breasts, tips 
tickling against my nipples.  As I pulled Jack's whole dick in, I stuck out my 
tongue and licked his balls.  It took a while, but I guess all that slurping 
and sucking was too much for him.  He began to get hard.
  I saw tendrils of smoke descending from the monster, and I guess I knew what 
to expect.  Sure enough, soon there was a cock poking up my pussy, and another 
easing into my ass.  Some disembodied tongue played with my clit, as I began 
to suck harder.  Tiny tongues zipped out of the monster's dicks, flicking and 
wrapping around my nipples.  Little mouths opened up, and began to suck.   I 
could feel the prick of little sharp teeth biting in, as my nipples hardened.  
I kept stroking the monster, fearing punishment if I stopped.
  Jack began to moan, and I saw the beast was whispering things to him.  
Suddenly, I felt his cock thicken.
  "Swallow every drop."  The monster commanded.
  I jammed Jack's cock deep inside my throat, preparing.  I moved my tongue 
around, teasing and stroking the shaft.  Soon, I felt it begin to pulse, and 
tangy warmth shot into my mouth and throat.  I gulped quickly, my throat 
grabbing at the end of his pumping cock.  Suddenly, I felt warmth on my 
breasts as well.  As I let Jack's spent dick slide out of my mouth, the beast 
shoved me back and continued to cum on my breasts and face.  The phantom cocks 
in my ass and cunt began to pump and thrust.  I understood the look on Jack's 
face, as my own reluctant orgasm began to shake and seize me.  It crashed over 
me like a wave, making me grab Jack's legs and bury my face in his crotch.
  There was a shrill giggle and a click, and I looked up to see shackles on my 
wrists.  Antitheos was Mary again,  and she was delighting in her brother's 
discomfort.
  "What's wrong, Jack?"  she sneered.  "Don't you like it so much, when *I'm* 
in charge?"
  "We were children."  Jack whined.  "We didn't know what we were doing."
  "That might wash under *normal* circumstances,"  she scoffed, "but you and 
your altar buddies knew damned *well* what you were doing!"
  "Mary, we've both suffered; and yes, I blame myself.  Let me get you some 
help."
  Mary shrieked with laughter, and swatted her brother away; knocking him 
across the room.  "It looks like *you're* the one who will need help, Jack-o." 
 Standing over him, she cuffed him to the heavy bedpost.  "You stay here till 
we get back.  Once she's changed, I'm going to give you to her as a pet!"
  "Ch-changed?"  I stammered, as Mary dragged me to my feet.
  "Yes, dear Miss Lucy."  She thrust her face into mine, locking our eyes 
together.  "I'm getting bored with being alone.  I'm going to make you just 
like me, and together we'll make them *all* our slaves!"
  Before I could say anything, she yanked me along and headed out the door.

Continued in part 3. . .
