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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...