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GOTH'ROTICA (1/5)
by Miss Lucy

  This is a work of fiction.  A fact upon which my life depends.

  I know exactly why I answered the e-mail; I needed the money.  The note 
read:  "You are a fair writer, and I have need of someone to organize my 
notes.  I promise lenient hours and good pay, in return for discretion."  I 
was a little jacked-off about that "fair writer" bit, but the conditions of 
employment looked good, so I answered.
  Within days, I received plane tickets via Fed-Ex to JFK.  They were first 
class tickets, so I didn't balk too much.  If I *had* nuts, this Dr. Mary 
Falkner would know how to grab me by them.  At the airport when I went to get 
my luggage, I was herded to a Limo (a *real* Limo) and driven out onto Long 
Island.  We were crossing a potato field about an hour later, when I saw it.
  Things like this didn't belong in New York.  Hell; things like this didn't 
belong in reality.  High on a hill, overlooking sprawling suburbia, was a huge 
gothic structure.  I lost sight of it when we began to climb the hill, but 
before long we reached a wrought iron gate bearing a sign.  The sign read 
"Condrie Institute".  Dried leaves whooshed and scuttled along the road, and I 
began to suspect I might be in trouble.
  Inside the receiving hall, everything was dark wood and red velvets.  There 
was a huge fireplace, but it was not lit.  The flue must have been open, 
because I could feel a chill breeze.
  "Welcome."  A melodic voice startled me, and I turned.  A woman in a lab 
coat stood near.  She wore her thick auburn hair down, but you couldn't say 
she wore it loose.  This was Dr. Mary Falkner, and there was nothing loose 
about her.
  As she showed me to my room, she explained that this place used to be a 
private boarding school for boys, but she had bought it and was in the process 
of renovating and leasing parts of it.  Her dream was to create a refuge for 
scientific research; something like Falmouth, or neighboring Cold Spring 
Harbor.  At this time, though, Dr. Falkner was the sole resident.
  I was really feeling out of place.  "I think you may have me mistaken for 
someone else."  I objected, ogling the suite that was to be my rooms.  "I'm 
not really what you'd call a professional writer, and my secretary skills 
aren't exactly marketable."
  "You *are* the one who uses the pseudonym of "Miss Lucy", aren't you?"  she 
asked, taking a suitcase from me and setting it by the bed.
  "That's me."  I admitted.  "Er...have you actually *read* my writing?"
  "Of course."  She smiled.  "Your intimate knowledge of the female body's 
response to sexual stimulation is exactly the element I require for my 
research."
  "Ah."  I was thinking maybe this was going to be some Kinsey Report thing.  
I supposed I could fake it, if I had to.  And I was beginning to think I had 
to.  It was obvious that Dr. Falkner was loaded, and she was willing to lavish 
some of her wealth on me.  If all she ended up with was a hack writer with a 
taste for porno, that was her tough luck.  "In that case,"  I smiled 
charmingly and held out my hand to be shaken, "I'm very pleased to be of 
assistance."
  Mary smiled back, and took my hand in both of hers.  "Good.  I'm glad to 
hear that."  She breathed, her smile warming.  "Dinner is in twenty minutes.  
Please feel free to use anything you find in the closets.  Here, we dress 
formally for dinner."
  "I'll be down in twenty, then.  Hope I don't get lost."
  Her face was practically glowing, as she laughed at my little joke.  I 
watched her go, her hips swaying slightly.  When the door closed after her, I 
shook my head vigorously.  I had to have been imagining the signals I thought 
I was getting.  This woman kinda scared me.  I'd been flirted at before, but 
never so...hungrily.
  I went to the first walk-in closet, and gasped.  There was an exquisite 
collection of gowns and shoes, all in my size.  Twenty minutes wasn't enough 
time!  Nothing I had in my bags came close to this stuff, so I simply picked 
the first one and mentally promised to try the others after dinner.  It was a 
deceptively simple red sheath, with spaghetti straps; but a second layer of 
filmy veil hung floating over it all, creating intriguing shadows and 
highlights.  Red heels were the obvious choice, and I picked a silk scarf to 
throw around my neck, to make up for a lack of accessories.  I needn't have 
worried, for there was a standing jewelry case near a large mirror.  It made 
me gasp, to be so dazzled; but I knew the clock was ticking.  I had to grab a 
quick shower and get everything on in a hurry.  I picked out some tasteful 
earrings, and laid everything out on the bed.
  The bathroom was an old one, with a claw-foot tub ringed by a shower 
curtain.  I turned on the water, and began to undress.  Steam filled the room 
quickly.  I was really wishing I had time to enjoy it, but I figured I'd take 
a nice long shower later, to make up for this rush job.  I was about to get 
in, when something caught my eye.  I glanced over at the mirror- and saw Mary 
behind me!  I jerked around, but there was nothing there.  Once I calmed down 
and shook it off, I got into the shower.
  I tried to shake off the little scare, but the feeling someone was watching 
me persisted.  It was eerie, and I hated closing my eyes for even the instant 
it took to wash my face.  I kept expecting a hand on the shoulder, but one 
never came.  After my shower, I snapped on the exhaust fan and toweled dry.  
As I passed the mirror, I noticed something strange.  Despite the steam rising 
to the vent everywhere else in the room, a cloud of mist seemed to remain 
around me.  But just as I started to wonder what it could be, it dissipated.  
I shrugged it off as nerves, and got dressed.
  As I hurried down the stairs, I could hear the clinks and clacks of china 
and cutlery.  I followed the delicate sounds to the dining room, where 
servants were just leaving.
  "Am I late?"  I asked Mary, who wore a stunning black velvet sleeveless 
gown.  Her hair was pulled back, with a few fallen tendrils caressing her 
shoulders.
  "Right on time."  She smiled, and stood.  "Please, sit down."
  I looked up and down the long table, every chair with a place setting before 
it.  "Are you expecting guests?"
  Mary smiled again.  "It's a quirk of mine.  I love the way a full table 
looks.  Don't you think this particular china looks more charming when the 
pattern is repeated, than if there were only two lone plates?"
  I was at a loss for words.  I just looked up and down the table, still 
confused.
  A light tinkling laugh startled me, and Mary took my hand.  "Come sit by 
me."  She said, still smiling.  "You will get used to my odd habits.  By the 
way, that gown looks lovely on you.  Did I get the sizes right?"
  "Perfect."  I said quietly, and let her guide me to a seat.  Once I sat, she 
served me a portion of Lobster Newburgh and some asparagus- some of my 
favorite foods in the whole world.  There was a light pasta on the side, and a 
very crisp wine.  My stomach was ringing the dinner bell, but that uneasy 
feeling just wouldn't go away.
  "How is the food?"  she asked, watching me closely.
  "Perfect."  I repeated, without much enthusiasm or surprise.  I instantly 
regretted it, when I saw disappointment cloud her face.  "I'm sorry,"  I 
amended.  "I must be tired.  Air travel always puts me out of sorts."
  A small smile curled at the corners of her mouth.  "Then it's straight to 
bed for you, once dinner's over.  I want you rested and refreshed, for 
tomorrow."
  Something about the way she said that, gave me chills.

  Over dinner, we talked about just about everything but what I was doing 
there.  After too much food and much too much wine, she walked me back 
upstairs, and showed me the intercom hidden in a panel by the door.  One 
button alerted the staff, another connected to the lab, and the third rang in 
Mary's room.  She begged me to let her know if I needed *anything*, then bid 
me goodnight.
  Reluctantly, I realized I was too tired to explore the closet.  In fact, I 
could barely hang up my gown before I had to lay down.  The idea of drugs 
crossed my mind, but I couldn't thing *why* she would drug me.  I shrugged out 
of my pantyhose, and slid under the covers.  I don't even remember turning off 
the light.
  When I awoke, though, the lights were out.  Moonlight filtered in through 
lace curtains, but the room was lost in shadows.  I was cold.  When I reached 
to pull the covers up, I realized they were gone.  I was looking at the foot 
of the bed, when I saw what looked like smoke pass through a moon beam.
  I opened my mouth to shout "fire!", but something filled my mouth and gagged 
me.  I felt myself shoved back on the bed, and clawed hands held me down.  
There was a chilled breeze, and the smoke gathered thickly above me.  As it 
became more dense, it took shape.  My eyes refused to believe what they saw!  
There, perched upon my belly, was a huge gargoyle!  Mist became broad wings 
that flapped.  Moonlight became glowing eyes.  Shadow became a drooling mouth. 
 I felt an odd pressure against my belly, and looked down to see a double 
phallus!  The gargoyle chuckled at my discovery.
  "One for the man,"  it growled, "and one for the beast!"
  I tried to wrench away, but it held me fast.  It's claws ripped my panties 
and bra to ribbons, then dug shallow furrows across my chest.  Suddenly, it 
clutched my crotch with it's massive claw, and I froze.  I could sense it's 
intent.  If I resisted, it would slice me up and kill me- the long way.  It 
chuckled again, and a long tongue snaked out and licked my face.  I closed my 
eyes and waited.  It began to move down.  
  I thought for an instant it was leaving, but when I peeked, it was situated 
between my legs.  Grabbing my thighs, it fell to my pussy like a hungry dog to 
Gravy Train.  A scream tore at my throat, as I felt it's tongue and lips and 
teeth slavering and entering my pussy and ass.  It lapped and sucked  and 
licked in a frenzy, and I began to feel something besides fear.  I was ashamed 
that this disgusting creature could get any rise out of me at all; even a 
small one.  The gargoyle must have sensed this, because it fixed it's glowing 
eyes upon my face and leered at me.  It shoved it's tongue deep inside me, 
triggering an orgasm.  Flapping it's wings in glee, it leaped up and grabbed 
my breasts.
  "Beg me to fuck you!"  it growled.
  "No."  I whispered.
  It leaned in, narrowing it's eyes and pinching my nipples.  "Beg me to fuck 
you."  It hissed.
  "Please...."
  It hovered over me; the tip of one cock resting against my pussy, and the 
other against my ass.  "Beg for it, you shameless bitch!  Beg for it, or I 
will fuck your CORPSE!!"
  I swallowed hard, and tried to find my voice.  "What is your name?"  I 
whispered.
  "My name?"  this seemed to confuse it.
  "That I might beg you."
  "Just call me monster."  It growled, looking as though I was trying to trick 
it somehow.  I stored away that bit of data, and set about saving my life.
  "Please, monster, please fuck me."
  "Not convincing enough."  It sneered.
  "You tasted my hot pussy,"  I racked my brain, "now fuck me!  Fuck me hard!  
Please fuck my pussy and my ass!"  I inched my hips up, in an effort to 
convince it.  "Please!"  I whispered.  "I want you to fuck me so bad!"
  It actually started to enter me, and I closed my eyes tight; but after only 
a half inch, it pulled back out.  "Make up a name."  It said.  It rocked back 
on it's haunches, and watched me closely.
  "Colossus?"  I suggested.
  "And you call yourself a writer!"  it scoffed.
  It's knowledge of me shocked me, but there was no time to ponder this.  
"Sauren?"
  "So you know your Tolkein.  So does every acne ridden library assistant!  I 
would expect something more imaginative."
  "Antitheos!"
  It rubbed it's chin thoughtfully.  "With an "iu" or an "eo"?"
  "eo."
  It smiled at the pun.  "Clever.  I like it."  It crouched closer.  "Now ask 
Antitheos if you might suck his cocks before he fucks you like the whore you 
are!"
  But before I could say a word, it rammed his double cocks inside me.  It's 
tongue rolled out and entered my mouth, jamming into my throat and silencing 
my screams.  I wanted to close my eyes, but it's burning eyes held mine locked 
in a stare.  Again and again, it thrust deep inside me.  My ass felt like it 
was on fire!  It jammed deep within me, then began to draw my legs together 
with it's hind claws.  Eventually, my ass and pussy were still full if cock, 
but my legs were squeezed together.  Then it began short quick pulsing 
strokes, and I felt the upper cock rub against my clit.  Suddenly, both cocks 
swelled impossibly large, and it raised it's head and bellowed.  I could feel 
hot cum enter me, spilling out onto the sheets.  My ass burned, and I wondered 
if I'd have to see a doctor.  With a final shudder, it fell on me and drew 
it's claws and wings around me.  As it dosed, it whispered to me.
  "You will come to worship Antitheos.  You will hunger for his cocks and 
claws.  He will see you on your knees before him, begging him to take your 
body and use it against you.  You will tell Antitheos you love him."
  As it drifted off to sleep, it made sure it had a firm grip on my neck.

  I woke gradually, face down in a room full of sunlight.  As I rousted myself 
and the muddle cleared from my brain, I realized someone was fingering my ass 
hole!  Outraged, I jerked around- but there was no one there.  However, the 
pungent odor of salve was still in the air.  A tube of something lay on the 
bed.  It was some kind of medicine, just like it smelled.  Someone had been 
tending my poor reamed-out ass.  Mary?  Despite the fact that I had been 
attacked by something I could no way have fought off, I was embarrassed beyond 
belief that Dr. Falkner would know anything about it and actually tend my 
wounds.  I sat up and looked down, and saw that the scratches on my chest had 
also been tended.  Again, the thought of Mary Falkner with her hands on my 
breasts made me want to crawl into a hole and die.  As if on cue, her voice 
came over the intercom to tell me breakfast would be served in one half hour.  
I groaned and got out of bed, then gawked at the sheets.
  It wasn't like I expected them to be *covered* in blood, but I certainly 
expected them to look a little soiled or stained.  Yet they were barely 
wrinkled.
  I began to feel really afraid.

  Again, in the shower, I felt watched.  There was a stain glass window in the 
room, and I opened it and looked out.  I barely got my hand to my mouth, in 
time to muffle my own scream.  There, just opposite my window perched on a 
gable, was Antitheos.  He was frozen, obviously made of stone.  His famous 
double cocks poked up from between his legs, and he looked about to take 
flight.  Swallowing hard, I poked my head out and looked up.  Again, I almost 
screamed.  Another Antitheos perched above me, frozen in the act of climbing 
onto the gable.  Has sunlight caught him before he could pose?
  I woke for the second time that day, hearing my name called.  As I looked up 
from the floor, Mary rushed in and kneeled beside me.  "Did you slip?  
Goodness!  You must have hit your chin, you're bleeding!"
  As she helped me up, I saw a smear of blood on the window sill.  "I was 
standing by the window..."
  "The shock of the cold air must have been too much for you."  She guided me 
to a chair.  "What ever possessed you to open it?"
  Addled brains and strained nerves made me think that was a pretty funny 
thing for her to say, and I laughed weakly as she sat me down on a daybed.  As 
I rubbed my chin, I tried to convince her I was fine.  "What odd statues to 
have on a building that was a boys' school."
  She peered at me, then laughed.  "Oh, you mean the old double-dickers?  
Aren't they lovely?  I imported them from a ruined building in Europe.  I 
found the fact that no two of them are posed alike, absolutely irresistible.  
In fact, I had to have some of the eaves remodeled to accommodate them."
  "All...different?"
  "Yes.  Each one was created individually, made to look like they were 
crawling all over the building."  Realization dawned on her face.  "Is that 
what startled you?"
  I must have blushed, because she laughed again.  "When I looked at the one 
on *my* eave, it looked about to fall."  I explained lamely.
  "No, I'm wicked for laughing at you."  She patted my bare thigh, and I 
suddenly realized I was naked.  The towel I was wearing was probably still on 
the bathroom floor.
  "I should probably get dressed."  I blushed again.
  "Well, if you're more comfortable working this way,"  she smiled, her eyes 
twinkling, "I'm sure at least the male members of the staff won't object."
  I gave her a rueful smile, and got up to dress.  When I turned to say 
something, she was gone.  I stood in the middle of the empty room, listening 
for footsteps, or...*something*... "I'm cracking up."  I concluded, and 
quickly dressed.

  Down in the lab (after a quick breakfast), the research seemed nicely 
technical and full of professional observations.  What Mary mainly wanted me 
to do, was listen to her tapes and think of more readable ways to write her 
words.  I was only briefly in the lab itself, spending most of my time in an 
office with the tapes.  When lunch time rolled around, I walked over to the 
lab to see what the arrangement was.  There was a nude woman laying on a 
table, wires attached to every part of her body.  Dr. Falkner had her back to 
me, so I couldn't see what she was doing, but she appeared to be measuring the 
woman's reactions to... whatever.  I wondered if those wires weren't 
artificially sexually stimulating the woman, because she certainly *sounded* 
stimulated.  I was going to leave, but I saw I had left some notebooks that I 
might need later, on a desk.  I walked around, trying to not look at the 
woman, but movement caught my eye.  As I looked but tried not to look, I was 
amazed.  Dr. Falkner was vigorously wielding a dildo in the woman, while 
playing with the woman's clit!
  "Well, don't just stand there!"  Mary growled.  "Help me!"
  "Uh...What?  How?"
  "Try grabbing her tits.  Sometimes that works."
  I set the books down, realizing *she* was stimulating the woman, and the 
wires were to monitor her reactions.  I didn't want to do this, but I *was* 
supposed to be the assistant.  I began to rub and fondle the woman's full 
breasts.  They felt good in my hands, despite the wires.
  "We have to bring her to orgasm."  Mary whispered urgently.  
  "What do I do?"
  "Do whatever feels good on *you*."
  I was about to ask if there weren't more scientific ways to do this, but 
decided this was not the time to bring it up.  The woman rolled her head from 
side to side, obviously aroused, but she wasn't exactly in the throes.  I 
leaned in, hesitated, then began to lick and suck her nipples.  Something 
behind me beeped twice, and the woman moaned.
  "Good."  Marry said.  "Keep going."
  I kneaded her breasts, sucking deeply and nibbling her nipples.  Suddenly, 
Mary grabbed me by the head and yanked me down; shoving my face in the woman's 
pussy.
  "Keep going!"  she commanded.
  I'd never actually *tasted* pussy before, and I certainly never imagined it 
would be in the name of science, but there was no time to think about it.  The 
dildo was still shoving in and out.  I licked along the edges, then 
concentrated on the clit.  I licked, flicked, and sucked it; making the woman 
moan loudly.  Mary put my hand on the dildo, making me take over.  I 
remembered from last night... I rammed it all the way in her, then squeezed 
her legs together; all the while furiously licking her clit.  Mary must have 
been standing behind me, because I felt her groping my breasts and putting her 
hand up my skirt.  I felt something big slip into my pussy.  It felt like a 
cock; a *real* cock.  I was about to look up, but orgasm suddenly rocked the 
woman.  Her juices spurt out from between her legs, as her body twitched and 
arched.  The equipment was going nuts.  I raised my head to see Mary busily 
scribbling something down.  The cock rammed me again from it's impossible 
angle, then seemed to dissolve.  I spun around... but there was nothing.
  After that, there were blood tests and fluid tests, and heaps of technical 
stuff to make what happened seem perfectly normal.  I excused myself, and went 
to wash up.  I wasn't about to go ask for lunch, with pussy juice all over my 
face.

  Was I going nuts?  I sat picking at cucumber sandwiches, watching ice melt 
in my iced tea.  Mary came in, her eyes on fire.
  "That was spectacular!"  she enthused.  "I'm miles ahead of where I was, and 
I couldn't have done it without you!"
  "Fifty bucks a pop, just about any corner in the city, you can find girls 
much more talented than I."
  She frowned a little.  "You feel I have abused you."
  "No.  Well, maybe.  Mainly, I don't see why I flew all the way up here."
  Mary sat beside me.  "Your talents are unique.  I *need* you.  You have a 
way of...expressing yourself."
  "The net is full of perverts.  What's so special about me?"
  She smiled and took my hand.  "You will understand more of what we are 
trying to accomplish here, once you get into our work more deeply.  Then, you 
will better understand.  I promise."
  I looked at her, trying to be so sincere.  Either she was trying to convince 
me she needed me, or...perhaps she was trying to mask just how much.  But why? 
 Her hand fell to my knee, resting there.
  "Did you enjoy that?  What you did ?"
  I straightened up.  "I didn't have *time* to enjoy it."
  "Would you like the time?"  Her hand smoothed up my thigh, rubbing the 
inside.
  I looked at her closely.  A mad scientist lesbian; that's what she was!  
But...that didn't fit with the cold way she jotted down notes when I was 
getting cum all over my face.  She wanted *me*, that's for sure.  She got to 
her feet, still holding my hand.  Slowly, she led me upstairs to my rooms.
 
  She commanded me up and down her body.  She was beautiful, and warm, and 
firm.  Her pussy somehow tasted of cinnamon and cloves.  And the closer she 
got to coming, the better she smelled.  I was intoxicated by her smell; hardly 
realizing what I was doing, until a wash of cum spurted out all over me.  She 
moved around, licking my face clean.  Suddenly, I felt a rock-hard cock jam up 
inside me.  I opened my eyes- Mary was gone!  I was alone, naked, on my bed.  
But still, something was inside me!  A wisp of smoke blurred my vision, and I 
felt hands on my breasts.  The smoke hovered over my belly, as the cock drove 
deeper and deeper.  It began to grow wider, filling me!  Still, I saw nothing! 
 Smoke filled my mouth, tasting like a smooth hard cock.  It pumped into my 
throat, sliding over my tongue.  I looked wildly around, and realized I was 
suspended over the bed!  A smaller cock pierced my ass, and unseen mouths 
worked my breasts and clit.  If I weren't so terrified, I would have been 
ecstatic.  Just before I passed out, I had the stark-raving mindless feeling 
an animal must have, while being experimented on.  I felt myself swallowed up 
by my own muffled scream.
  I awoke with a start.  The room was darker, and I was fully clothed.  The 
door opened.  It was Mary.
  "I'm glad to see you awake."  She smiled.  "After you left lunch to take a 
nap, I was thinking about the fall you took this morning.  I think you might 
have a slight concussion."
  "Left lunch?"  I rubbed my eyes, confused.
  "Yes.  You said you were tired."
  "I...we..."  What was going on?  Was I imagining things?  With a sigh, I 
sank back down.  "I think maybe I *did* hit my head pretty hard."
  She smiled, coming in and sitting on the edge of my bed.  "I read some of 
the transcripts you were working on.  They're every bit as good as I hoped 
they would be.  My faith in your talent is justified."
  "Thanks."  I mumbled.  "I think I'm done for the day, though.  I think I 
should get some rest."
  "Oh, I would be so disappointed if you didn't join me for dinner.  Come, let 
me help you pick out your gown."
  Groggily, I forced myself to my feet and followed her into the closet.

Continued in part 2...