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GOTH'ROTICA (5/5)
by Miss Lucy



    After seventy two hours of relentless work and a few disappointments, 
Malachi was certain he was on the right track.  He'd come up with a form of 
chemotherapy that would slowly reverse what Mary Faulkner's drug had done in 
only a few minutes.  I wasn't sure which was worse; her quick and stunningly 
painful method, or his drawn out and achingly painful one.  I know I had to be 
looking pretty rough; alternately shivering and sweating.  Mal, though, said 
that was a good sign.  And when I said I was thirsty, he almost danced with 
excitement.
  On the sixth day (third day of therapy), Malachi came in with a tray of food 
and turned off the stasis field.  Trumpeting the theme to "2001" between 
pressed lips, he unlocked my cage and stepped back.
  By this time, I was pretty wrung out.  I used the bars to pull myself up, 
took one step out, and fell into his arms.  When I woke, I was on a cot with 
Malachi sitting nearby.
  "Hungry?"  he asked.
  "I think so.  I feel pretty sick."
  "You been through a lot, kid; but you must have really wanted it.  I 
expected it to be a lot harder."
  "Harder?!"  I scoffed weakly.  "I'm glad to not live up to your 
expectations."  I lifted a slice of toast off the tray with one shaky hand, 
and nibbled at it.
  "Eat what you can handle, and then we have some things to talk about."
  "Such as?"
  He picked up a newspaper off the floor, and dumped it on my lap.  The 
headlines screamed "Mysterious Killer Claims Two More!"
  "Mary."  I concluded flatly, after reading the specifics.  Opening to page 
two, I saw another article headlined "Missing Persons Found... Each Other!" 
over a picture of Patrick and Patricia smiling and holding hands.
  "We have to stop her."  Malachi said, referring to Mary.  "And since you 
know her so well, I'll need your help."
  "I don't see how.  If I'm just human again, she'll only kill me, too."
  He took the paper from me, and put my hands in his.  "Look at me."  He said, 
and waited for me to look at his face.  "Until this morning, I thought maybe 
*you* where the Mystery Killer."
  "What?!"  I tried to pull away, but he was strong.
  "It was tearing me up, because I knew I couldn't turn you in; cold murderer, 
or not."
  "Because the police would never believe your story." I scoffed.
  "No.  Because..." He scooted closer.  "Lucy, I... I have to admit; I've had 
ulterior motives for working this case.  I mean at first, it was pure 
curiosity mixed with a little horniness at the idea of capturing and taming a 
succubus.  But now,..."  He shrugged.
  "Gee, Mal;" I muttered, "you're such a professional."
  "I can't help it.  Wanton women make me hot."  He smiled a lopsided smile 
and tipped his head, causing some hair to fall in his eyes.  Before I knew 
what I was doing, I reached up and brushed his hair back with my fingers.  He 
grabbed my hand.  "Come on, Lucy.  I know about the nature of succubi.  You 
haven't had a good eye-rolling, teeth-clenching orgasm in weeks."
  "And you're just the guy to give me one?"  I asked doubtfully.
  "Yeah."  He leaned closer.  "I am."
  "Get over yourself, Mal.  I'm not impressed, and I really don't have the 
energy."
  His eyebrows went up, and he backed off.  I thought for a moment he was 
giving up, but when he stood, he peeled his sweatshirt off.  You would think a 
scrawny little guy like him would have a sunken chest and ribs poking out.  
Instead, he had wire cable like muscles, and a washboard stomach.  In spite of 
myself, I was already imagining running my hand over his smooth muscular 
chest.  But I still had my pride.  Had, that is, until he dropped his pants.
  There, between his legs, hung the most perfect looking cock I have ever 
seen.  It was big, and showed all promise of getting bigger with some coaxing. 
 The head was proportionate, and there wasn't a single blemish.  It hung 
straight and true; no bend to the left or right ("Stroker's Curve", I call 
that kind of bend).  And something about the perfect even color of it, was 
making my mouth water.  "You got a license for that thing?"  I joked weakly.
  "Say yes, Luce."  He smiled.  "I wouldn't want to be accused of illegal 
entry."
  "How about assault with a deadly weapon?  Looks pretty lethal to me."  I 
turned and swung my legs off the cot.
  "Since you seem to want to play policeman, should I go get the handcuffs?"  
He stepped toward me.
  I reached for him, eager to touch his dick and make sure it was real.  I had 
to swallow, to keep from drooling.  As he inched closer, I leaned in and 
kissed the end of it.  With a sigh, I let it slide into my mouth.  It felt so 
smooth and round against my tongue!  I fondled his equally generous balls with 
one hand, and reached around with the other to squeeze a nice firm butt-cheek. 
 He put his hands in my hair, watching me suck and lick him to my heart's 
content.  I wanted to take all of it in my mouth, but it just wasn't possible; 
so I settled for using my tongue to make the entire length of the shaft wet.
  "Do you want me to fuck you, Lucy?"  he whispered.  "Do you want me to put 
this inside you?"
  "You're reading my mind."  I smiled up at him and scooted back on the cot.  
I pulled off the borrowed tee-shirt I wore, and skinned off my panties.
  "I don't think you're ready."  He said, rubbing himself.  "Lay down and let 
me watch you make yourself wet."
  I did as he said, letting him stand over me and watch me stroke my pussy.  
He caressed my breasts and encouraged me, all the while pulling on his 
magnificent cock.  I spread myself open with one hand, licked the fingers of 
the other hand, and began playing with myself.  It felt so good to *feel* 
again.  After I made myself wet, he knelt down and began licking and sucking 
my breasts, while putting his fingers in my pussy.
  "Don't tease me, Mal."  I whispered.  "Come on, put it in me."
  "Don't you know I have to stick a finger in to see if you're done?"  He 
began sliding his fingers in and out of my pussy.
  "I want it now.  Quit messing around!"
  He grinned at me, then got up.  "As you wish."  He positioned himself over 
me, and began to descend.  I was practically shaking with anticipation!  When 
I felt the tip of his head touch my pussy, I felt my insides spasm.
  "Slow, or fast?"  he asked, pausing.
  "Dealer's choice.  Just do it, will you?"
  Gritting his teeth in a nasty grin, he suddenly plunged in.  I nearly 
doubled up from the shock of it, and a scream ripped from my throat.  He 
clapped a hand over my mouth.
  "You want people running in here to see what's going on?"  he whispered 
harshly.
  I shook my head a little, but it was hard to concentrate with that thing 
jammed up against my cervix.  I could feel my muscles automatically grabbing 
and squeezing him.  I tried to relax, but my belly was beginning to spasm out 
of control.  Suddenly, without warning, my cervix opened and I felt him slide 
in.  Another scream was muffled against his hand, but his eyes were closed and 
I saw sweat break out on his face.  He wasn't even paying attention to me.  He 
gritted his teeth when the door to my womb tried to close on him, but he 
shoved in a little farther.  The fine line between pleasure and pain was 
broken.  At this point, I would have taken him any way I could get him.  I 
felt cold, and realized I was covered in sweat.  Panting, I forced my muscled 
to relax.  He took the hand off my mouth, and reached down.
  As I reached up to support his shoulders, he began to rub my clit.  I felt a 
wave of heat scorch my body, and everywhere I looked there was a gray fuzz at 
the edges.  All the while, blood sang in my ears and my muscles twitched out 
of control.  I felt like I was going to pass out, but I didn't really care.  
The mother of all orgasms was cumming to lay waste to me, and I was ready for 
it.
  "F...f...fuck me!"  I stuttered past trembling lips.
  Suddenly, he wrenched himself out and plunged in again.  I scream got caught 
in my throat, as he did it again, and again.  He felt so slick and wet, I 
wondered if some of it might be blood.  He pushed harder and harder, battering 
my pussy.  I could feel something building; like an earthquake, or a monster 
storm.  
  "Are you ready to cum?"  he growled.
  "Yes!"
  "I'm ready, too.  I wanna pump you full of cum!"
  "Oh, yes!"
  He picked up the pace, slamming me furiously, over and over.  Suddenly, he 
stopped and began to tremble.  At the same time, I got blind-sided as an 
orgasm shook my whole body.  He roared, as I felt his cock pulse and writhe 
inside me.  My cunt squeezed him hard, practically sucking the cum right out 
of him.  Hot cum warmed my belly, filling me up and leaking out to spill onto 
the bed.  Something tickled my ear and distracted me for a moment, till I 
realized it was my own tears.  As he grunted and pumped out the last of his 
jism, I couldn't help it; my emotions got the best of me.  I held him close 
when he collapsed on me, weeping uncontrollably.  By the time he recovered 
enough to ask why I was crying, I was fast asleep.

  I woke sore and still a bit tired, but amazingly happy.  I was alone, so I 
went about cleaning myself up and scrounging up some clothes to wear.  I was 
just squeezing into a pair of someone else's jeans, when Malachi walked in.  
As soon as he saw me, he looked away.
  "I'm sorry I hurt you."  he said miserably.  "I found a discrete doctor to 
make sure you're OK, if you're ready to go."
  It was wicked to laugh, but I couldn't help it.  Rather than tell him I was 
fine, I grabbed him and laid an enthusiastic lip-lock on him.  I couldn't 
resist giving his butt a healthy squeeze, but he didn't seem to notice.
  "What's that for?"  he asked, stunned.
  "I don't need a doctor."  I chided him.  "And I'm not hurt."
  "But...you were crying!"
  "Of course.  You'd cry too, if after a long dry spell someone gave you a 
Mount Saint Helen's-style orgasm."
  "You passed out."
  "I know.  Pretty cool, huh?"
  He looked at me skeptically.  "So you're OK?"
  "Not really, but two or three more sessions like that should clear things up 
nicely."
  A shit-eating grin crept across his face.  "I aim to please, ma'am."  The 
grin slid away, just as quickly.  "But first, we have some work to do."
  Letting him go, I nodded.  "Mary.  How are we going to handle this?"
  "She's a murderer, Lucy.  She has to be stopped."
  "You mean killed.  I don't know; maybe if she were human, she never would 
have done those things."
  "Meaning we should change her back and forget about it?"  He folded his arms 
and leaned against the wall.  "You know her better than I do, Luce.  You tell 
me."
  I thought about how angry Mary was, down deep.  The things Jack had done to 
her, had pretty much marked her for life.  Maybe she could be helped, but I 
knew her well enough to know she didn't *want* to be helped.  What she wanted, 
I suspected, was revenge on everyone and everything for what she had become.  
Or maybe she was trying to prove to herself, over and over, that she really 
deserved what happened to her; that she really was a dirty little girl.  "I 
don't know if she deserves to die,..."
  "Ask the families of the people she killed!"
  "But I do agree she has to be stopped."
  "And punished."
  I shook off my thoughts and looked at him.  "Yes.  That's what she wants, 
more than anything.  To be punished."
  He looked at me quizzically.  "You said it yourself, though; the law won't 
touch her.  There's just no reasonable way to prove she did the murders."
  I turned my back.  "No, the law won't touch her.  *I* will.  But I need your 
help."

  The very height of cliché, it was a dark and stormy night when we set off to 
confront Mary.  I had Mal drop me off out front, and take the truck and 
equipment around back.  With the floor plan I'd given him, he shouldn't have 
too much trouble setting up.  Swallowing my fear, I walked up to the door and 
rang the bell.
  She came to the door stunningly dressed.  It was dinner time, so I knew she 
would be.  She still went through the ritual of dinner, even though she only 
*pretended* to eat.  As she looked me up and down, she began to laugh.  "Why 
not?"  she said.  "Let's look at what the cat dragged in."  Suddenly, she bent 
over and transformed herself into a huge white tiger.  With a roar, she lunged 
and knocked me over, dragging me in by one leg.  I forced myself to be calm, 
hoping fervently it would not end here.   Dropping me, she became Mary again 
and looked at me in confusion.  "You're human again."
  "Yes."  I stood, a little shaken.  "I found a cure.  Mary, come with me.  We 
can cure you, too."
  She stared at me a moment longer, then threw her head back and laughed.  
"Cure?!  Become a weak, mewling little woman again?  No thank you.  But..."  
Her laughter subsided, and she walked around me.  "If that's your choice, so 
be it.  I must confess, though it was fun seeing you use your imagination, it 
wasn't nearly as fun as feeding off your energy.  How fortunate you came by 
just as I was feeling hungry."
  I knew that look.  I knew if I didn't head for the stairs pretty damned 
quick,... "I just came by to get my things, then."
  "Not even a quickie for old time's sake?"  she teased, following me.  She 
sent wisps of ectoplasm around me, and began to slip under my sweat shirt.  I 
could feel my nipples being pinched and rolled around.  I tried to ignore it, 
heading for my room.  Soon, though, I was sweating and my breasts were 
tingling.
  "Feed me a little,"  she whispered, "and I'll let you get on your way."
  "Mary, we both know how carried away you can get."
  "Guilty as charged; but you're no innocent, yourself.  Come on, Lucy; gimmie 
a taste."
  I could feel my jeans slide down, and something squirmed into my panties.  I 
was afraid to look.  I tiny tongue began tickling my pussy, and some like it 
began tickling my nipples.  "Mary, what-"
  A low growl came from behind, and something pink snaked around in front of 
me.  I made myself look.  It was long and wriggly, had a flared head, and a 
little mouth at the end.  The mouth was full of teeth.  As it pulled up my 
sweat shirt, I saw two more of them licking my breasts.  Just then, they 
opened their toothy maws, and stuffed my breasts in their mouths.  I could 
feel the needle sharp teeth sticking me, but not yet piercing the skin.  The 
little throats began gulping and pulling at my nipples.  Meanwhile, I heard my 
panties rip.
  "Beeeee Ssssssstilllll!"  a voice hissed in my ear.  "Mmmmove, annnnd 
theyyyy willll Biiiiite!"
  Using it's own saliva to ease the way, the snake-thing that tore my panties 
began nudging it's way into my cunt.  I panted, forcing myself to be still.  
Another one (smaller, it felt) began to enter my ass.  The loose one reared 
it's head, and began to push into my mouth.  Before I tipped my head back, I 
saw large talons gripping my breasts and thighs.  I recognized the tableau.  
Mary had been cruising the internet for ideas, again.  This scene was straight 
out of some popular inju art.  Another tongue was licking my clit, as the 
snake-thing in my pussy squirmed inside me.  I really didn't want to cum, but 
it snuck up on me.  The smooth creature in my mouth reminded me of Malachi's 
delicious dick.  I closed my eyes and remembered...and blammo, the muscle 
spasms began!  Part of my mind was thinking this was where Mary would kill me, 
but I couldn't help myself.  I came, over and over.  I imagined Mal greasing 
up and shoving that big beautiful dick up my ass.  It was so good, I knew I 
would take it any way he wanted to give it to me.  I imagined myself strapped 
down, Malachi standing over me...
  "Unnnngh!"  The creatures trembled and began to dissolve.  Mary evaporated 
into a mist, dropping me to the floor.  I took the opportunity to scramble 
into my room.  Just as I got there, the secret panel by the fire place clicked 
shut.  I pretended to pack, waiting.

  After a few minutes, Mary came in.  "That was wonderful."  She purred.  "Oh, 
Lucy; after something like that, I couldn't possibly let you go.  Stay here 
with me, and I'll give you anything you want."
  "The only thing I want now, is to be away from you."  I ignored her, 
continuing to pack.
  "I can be anything or anyone you want me to be!  Come on; tell me who you 
want.  Antitheos?"
  "No!"
  "I thought you liked him.  No matter.  You prefer me in human form?  I can 
be anyone you can show me a picture of.  Any man.  Any woman.  I can be a 
great dane, and lick your snatch until your head explodes, then roll you over 
and fuck you doggy-style; for real."
  "No, thank you."
  "Lucy!"  She grabbed me and turned me to face her.  As she looked into my 
eyes, her hands rubbed and stroked my body.  "Please, stay.  You are the only 
one who understands me.  You know what it's like.  You know what I need."
  I looked back at her.  "I'm afraid I do."  Fervently hoping Malachi's 
efforts had worked,  I suddenly grabbed her and tossed her on the bed.  She 
let out a little sound, but didn't seem too startled.  I pounced on her, and 
used the panty hose I had been pretending to pack to tie her to the bed posts.
  "You can't be serious."   She scoffed.
  "Go ahead.  Change into smoke, and drift on out."
  Her face scrunched up with effort, but she remained as she was.  Then she 
began to struggle against the hose, but it was too late.  She was securely 
fastened.  I shoved the suit case off the bed and looked down at her naked 
body.
  "Maybe I know you better than you know yourself, Mary."  Reaching down, I 
found a thin peeled willow switch.  It was just springy enough, but firm 
enough.
  "I don't understand."  She continued to struggle.
  "It's called a stasis field.  Don't ask me to explain how it works, I have 
no idea.  I do, however, have an idea how *you* work, Mary."  I reached out 
and let my hand hover over her breast.  "What did you feel, when Jack first 
came up with his big plan to avoid the sin of masturbation? How did you feel, 
when he touched you?"
  "Used!"  she spat, angrily.  "He talked me into that!  He betrayed me!  He 
said he knew better.  He was my brother.  I trusted him!"
  "But..."  I lowered my hand, and let my finger tips trail the curve of her 
breast.  "you liked it."
  "No!  I was a child!"
  "You were caught touching yourself.  That was bad enough.  But when the boys 
touched you, you knew you were wicked.  You *loved* it!"  I flicked her nipple 
a few times, then moved my hand between her legs.  I saw her pussy lips twitch 
when I touched them, and I laughed.  "You wanted it.  You probably wanted 
*more*, you dirty little slut!  That's what you were, weren't you?"
  "No!  I-"
  I swished the stick through the air and brought it down across her breasts.  
She cried out, and a thin red welt was raised.  "It was you!  *You* were the 
bad one!  Jack was a good boy, but you tempted him!"
  "You bitch!"  she struggled, but whap!  The switch came down again.  A new 
welt raised, and she moaned.
  "You let them grab your titties, didn't you?  You sucked their little dick!"
  "No!"
  Whap!
  "You loved it when they fingered your pussy!"  I moved down and poked a 
finger inside her.  "You wished they would *FUCK* you!"
  "No!"
  Whap!  Across her thigh.  "Yes!"  I yelled, and whipped the other thigh. 
  "Fuh...fuh...fuck you!"  she panted, but there was a glassy look in her 
eyes.
  "Admit it, Mary.  Admit it, and I'll stop."
  "No!"  
  I couldn't tell if she said no to deny her guilt, or if she was asking me 
not to stop.
  "Who's fault is it then?"  I asked, tickling her ass hole with the end of 
the switch.  "Who made you let those boys touch you?"
  "Jack!"
  "Wrong answer!"  Whap!  I whipped her high on her thigh and she groaned, 
panting so hard her breasts rose and fell like waves in the sea.  "What made 
you do it?"
  "I didn't want to!"
  "Yes you did!"
  "No!  I knew it was wrong, but..."
  "But what?"  I reached up and twisted her nipples, making her cry out.  "But 
what?"
  "It..."
  Whap!
  "Was..."
  Whap!
  "Noooo!"  she tried to sit up.  "It was *that*!"
  I looked where she was looking.  "What?  This?"  I reached down and pinched 
her clit.
  "Yes!"  Tears spilled out on to her cheeks.  "It's bad!  I knew it was bad 
to touch it, but it *made* me!  It wouldn't stop!  It's bad!"  she fell back, 
crying.
  "Should..."  I paused to keep from being sick, but I knew we had to go on.  
"Should we punish it?"
  Mary sat back up, her eyes wide.  "Yes!  Oh, yes; please!"
  Steeling myself, I raised my hand and brought down the switch right between 
her legs.  She screamed through clenched teeth, but then grunted "again!"
  Over and over, I whipped her pussy while she writhed and cried out for more. 
 Before long, it was swollen and bleeding.  Still, she showed no sign of 
having enough.  I started hitting her harder and harder, trying not to look at 
the damage I was doing.  Suddenly, she started twitching then fell still.  She 
had passed out.
  "Turn off the field."  I said, tossing the willow switch away.  As I got off 
the bed and began dressing myself, Malachi came in.  He was looking a little 
gray.
  "I thought I'd seen some scary things in my time."  He muttered, eyeing me 
warily.
  "Look."  I nodded toward Mary.  "She's unconscious, but she's still in human 
form."
  "Because you fucking regressed her!"  he snapped.  "She thinks she's nine 
years old!"
  "It wasn't very hard.  And I'm not even a psychiatrist.  It just took the 
shock of physical sensation after so long, with a little suggesting.  So are 
you convinced?"
  He looked back at me, making up his mind.  "OK, you win.  We do this your 
way."
  "It's only fair.  Yes, she's a murderer, but you saw.  She's not exactly of 
sound mind."
  "But without treatment, how do we know she won't revert?"
  "We don't."  I began untying Mary, wrapping her in the bloody bed spread.  
"But you know what?  I've never heard of someone going to one of those places 
and actually getting better.  Chances are, she'll never remember what she is." 
 She began to stir, so I cradled her in my arms.  "Mary?"
  She woke, winced, then smiled at me.  "Hi."  She said in a little voice.
  "Mary, you're not a bad girl.  But bad things did happen to you.  We're 
going to take you to a place that's away from the bad things.  OK?"
  "Am I being punished?"
  I almost said no, but I realized that would never wash with her.  "Yes."  I 
said.  "Even good girls do bad things; and for that, they need to be 
punished."
  "But after I'm punished, I'll be all good and clean again."
  "Yes."
  Malachi made some disparaging noises, but he helped me get her down to the 
truck.

  At Whitman Hospital, a doctor looked up from examining Mary.  "Who did this 
to her?!"  the doctor demanded angrily.
  I was about to come up with something, but Mary beat me to the punch.
  "It had to be punished."  She explained solemnly.   "It was *bad*."
  The doctor gawked at her, then looked at me.  I shrugged and handed over a 
black bag.  It was full of bloody surgical instruments.  They were covered 
with Mary's finger prints, and blood of her victims; at least, I was hoping 
so.  "She *has* been acting strangely, but we thought it was stress."  I 
explained.  "We found her like this today, though.  And this bag...it doesn't 
look good."
  The doctor swore quietly.  "OK, I'm going to have to call the police in; but 
it looks like your friend here's going to have a new mailing address.  Stick 
around, and they'll take your statements."
  "Sure."  I smiled, and led Malachi to the lounge...and kept walking.

  At the airport we said our good-byes.  Neither of us said so, but we both 
knew we'd never see each other again.  He wasn't into mere mortals, and I knew 
if he ever found out I had also murdered he'd hate me and turn me in.  
Besides; the sooner I put this whole thing behind me and got on with my life, 
the better.  Time to get back to my life's ambition of being a hack writer.  
But I know nothing I write, can ever compare to the things I've seen.

AFTERWARD:  The paper on October 25, 1996, had a small story about an inmate 
at the Nissiqua Institution for the criminally insane.  The inmate apparently 
escaped from a straight jacket in a locked cell.  Guards say it was like she 
just disappeared in to thin air.  

END
