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GOTH'ROTICA (4/5)
by Miss Lucy



  Jack reacted violently when I drifted in.  I saw he was still chained, and 
had made a mess.  I also realized he hadn't eaten in over a day.  
Materializing as myself, I got the keys off the mantle and let him go.
  "Get as far away as you can, as fast as you can, and don't look back."  I 
ordered him.  He had no problem complying as soon as possible.  Then I went to 
sleep.  I wasn't afraid of Mary, because I realized there wasn't really 
anything she could do to me.
  When I woke, I drifted out without a word.  I found some clubs along a 
downtown street, and started bar-hopping.  A couple of quickies in cars, and I 
was feeling a bit better.  I started wandering alleys.  It actually wasn't 
till about three in the morning, before I attracted attention.  Three young 
jocks started following me.  I got a little excited, pretty sure I knew what 
they were planning.  Suddenly, there was one on either side of me, and one 
behind me.
  "Where you goin'?"  one asked.
  "Just walking.  I wanted to get some air."  I craned my neck to see the one 
behind, but they wouldn't let me.
  "No noise, and you won't get hurt."  Another one rasped in my ear, and they 
pulled me to the ground.
  They unbuttoned my blouse, and began mauling my breasts.  I had made them 
pretty spectacular, and they seemed impressed.  Upon further examination, when 
they found my hairless pussy, they *really* got excited.  I planned on playing 
helpless and letting them fuck me, figuring it was an easy quick fix, but for 
some reason their sneers and laughter really bothered me.  Not only that, but 
the sexual energy coming off all three of them wasn't as much as I could get 
off of one horny teenager.  They were doing this just to be mean.  Well, two 
could play at that.  I wept and begged, as they pinned me down.  The two to 
the sides had each a breast in one hand, and a wrist in the other.  They kept 
pinching and pulling and twisting my nipples, as if they expected them to come 
off.  The third was pulling out his meager tool, ready to go to work on my 
pussy.  He spread my legs wide, and dove in without preliminaries.  I couldn't 
hide my smirk, as suddenly teeth sprouted inside my pussy and clamped down on 
him.  Toothy mouths opened in my breasts, and gobbled the hands that tormented 
them.  There was still shouting, but it was a different kind.  They beat on me 
with their free hands, but I just kept grinning.  I send a tendril out from my 
side, putting a sharp blade on it.  It ripped through one tit-lover's pants, 
and jabbed up his ass.  Now two of them were screaming.  I made the tendril 
grow and widen, until the jerk had a tentacle the size of a baseball bat up 
his ass.  Now the third guy was only concentrating on getting away.  I made my 
clit grow into a nice sized dick.
  "Suck it off, and I'll let you go." I said.
  "No fuckin' way!"
  "Then I'll ream you, like your friend, here."  For emphasis, I jammed the 
tentacle in farther; causing him to pass out."
  "OK, OK!"  the other said, frightened.  His hand was bleeding, where my 
breast still held it in it's teeth.  Carefully, he leaned forward and took my 
dick in his mouth.
  "Oh, where's a camera when you need it?"  I quipped.  "Deeper!"
  I felt his throat, as he sucked me in.  Meanwhile, the one who's dick was 
inside me seemed to find this exciting.  His crotch was bleeding, but my pussy 
had stopped biting and was just holding him still.
  "You like that?"  I cooed up at him.
  "You're crazy, you fuckin' bitch!" he wailed.
  I smiled.  "When you finish me, I think your friend wants you to suck *him* 
off, next."
  "Fuck you!"
  The one sucking me looked like he wanted to be sick.
  "Puke on me, and I'll split you wide open."  I warned.  I sent out a tendril 
with a mouth on the end of it.  Biting through his pants, I made it suck in 
his dick and balls.
  "Is that good, baby?"  I whispered.
  The cock sucker hesitantly nodded.
  "I might let you live.  I think maybe you learned your lesson."
  He nodded again, with more emphasis, and deep-throated my dick.
  "What about *me*?"  the fuck-boy shrieked.  "I learned my lesson!"
  "I don't think you have."  I smiled, and chomped down my pussy; severing his 
dick, and then spitting it out.  He let out a thin wail, then passed out.
  "Clean me out."  I ordered, shrinking my clit to normal size and shoving my 
bloody pussy in the last trooper's face.
  Like a good little doggie, he lapped away.  I let up on his hand, making the 
mouths in my breasts disappear.  All the teeth were gone.  He was doing a good 
job of eating me out, so I made my plump breasts swell and my nipples stand at 
attention.
  "What's your name, baby?"
  "Patrick."  He mumbled into my pussy.
  "Would you like to be my boy, Patrick?"
  Patrick looked up from his feast, face covered in blood.  "Yesss!"  he 
hissed, eyes gleaming.
  "Would you always obey me, Patrick?"
  "I would do whatever you told me to.  I would be your slave."
  I felt divided.  Half of me wanted to squash this little creature like a 
bug, but half of me was interested in a new toy.  Something to distract me.
  "You would have to be punished for your evil ways, Patrick."
  His eyes lit up in the dark.  "Yessss."  He whispered.
  I smiled.  This might actually be fun.  Here was someone I not only didn't 
mind treating like shit, but he ate it up.  Just the thing for those 
out-of-sorts days.  "Come up here and have some titty, baby."
  He looked at my breasts hesitantly, but did as he was told.  As his buddies 
slowly bled to death, he sucked my nipples happily.  I could sense his energy 
rising.
  "Would you like to fuck me?"  I asked, getting hungry.
  "Yes; oh yes!"
  "Go ahead and stick it in me."  I sensed his disappointment.  I guess he 
wanted me to punish him and string him along some more.  "Patrick,"  I calmly 
said.  "When I say I want dick, I want it *NOW*!  You fuck me good right now, 
or I'll rip your dick *OFF*!"
  His energy levels rose, as he crammed it in.  He was rock hard, and got even 
harder when I sent a pointy tentacle to play with his ass hole.  I reached up, 
growing talons on my finger tips, and ripped open his shirt.  Cruelly, I 
pierced each of his nipples and pulled on them.  He cried out, and almost shot 
his load.  
  "Is my pussy good, baby?"
  "Yes!"
  "Do you love it?"
  "I love it!  I love your pussy!"
  "Are you going to fill my pussy with your cum?"
  "Fill it up!"
  "And then, you'll lick it clean."
  "Yes, I'll....I'll...ughhhh!"
  Stiffening and shoving, he pumped my pussy full of cum.  Then, true to my 
word, I made him clean me out with his tongue.  Wiping cum-smears from his 
face, he sat up.
  "I can show you a good place."  He said, eager to please.
  "A good place for what?"
  "You'll see.  I think you'll like it."
  I wondered if he was trying to lure me somewhere he could kill me.  Well, 
fat chance he had of succeeding.  I decided to go along, and have a good laugh 
if he actually thought he could hurt me.

  It was a dark doorway at the end of another ally, and he had to show what 
looked like a burn mark to get in.  Inside, the place looked like an abandoned 
warehouse with a bar and some scattered tables.  Even the sound system was 
cheap and barely adequate.  "What the hell is this?"  I asked, not at all 
impressed.
  "Go to the bathroom."  He said, finding a seat.  "I'll be  here."
  I was about to ask what was so special about the bathroom, when I felt a 
sense of something like static electricity.  Silently, I turned and walked 
toward it.  At the bathrooms, where the energy was coming from, people emerged 
tousled and sweaty; as if they'd just run a marathon- or had a really good 
fucking.  I went in.
  The wall shared by both bathrooms was padded and dotted with holes, the 
holes covered with soft rubber diaphragms with slits in them.  Out of those 
holes, through the slits, poked hands.  As I watched, a cute blonde lifted her 
shirt and bra, and slowly delivered her breasts into a pair of these hands.  
As I looked down the line, there was more of the same.  Low holes delivered 
hands ready to poke pussies.  Mid-height holes produced hands that groped 
whole bodies, when women pressed their backs against the wall between those 
hands.  Some brave fellows actually stuck their dicks through the holes.  Some 
got stroked, some got sucked.  And the sexual energy was phenomenal.  I didn't 
even have to really *do* anything; just stand there and absorb.
  "First time?"  the blonde looked over at me.
  "Uh-huh."  I nodded.
  She smiled prettily.  "Come here, I'll show you how it works."
  I walked over to her.  She pulled away from the hands, and unbuttoned my 
blouse.  Pushing it off my shoulders, she unfastened my bra.
  "Nice."  She said, rubbing the bra-lines out of my flesh.  She leaned in and 
flicked each nipple with her tongue.  Then, deciding I was ready, she turned 
me toward the wall.  There were a pair of holes fairly close together, and she 
pushed me against them; poking my breasts through the rubber diaphragms and 
into the next room.  I got attention almost instantly.  Unseen hands pinched 
and pulled at my tits.  Then, a cool wet mouth closed over each.  The blonde 
kept me pressed against the wall, snaking her hand between my legs.  She 
pulled up my skirt, then pulled down my panties; exposing my ass.  Then, 
slowly and deliberately, she began rubbing my pussy and ass.  The men in the 
next room continued sucking and licking my breasts.  I tried to imagine how 
good it would feel, if I had still been human.  As it was, it felt pretty 
damned good.  I began to realize, though, that I had been concentrating so 
much on getting sexual energy out of people, I hadn't noticed I wasn't getting 
much sexual pleasure.  In fact, I hadn't had a real rock-em-sock-em orgasm 
since I changed.  This kinda pissed me off.  I pulled out of the holes, and 
turned around.  I'd made my clit swell and harden, so it stuck out almost two 
whole inches.  The blonde's eye grew huge.
  "Oh, I gotta have some of *that*!"  she said, falling to her knees.  As she 
began licking and sucking my clit and pussy, hands reached out of the holes 
and fondled my breasts.  I could feel some energy behind me, but there was 
more coming from the blonde.  Suddenly, she got up and shucked her panties.  
Pressing against me, she used my clit to rub her soaking wet pussy.  Her 
breasts pressed against mine, and the hands had a field day pinching our 
nipples together.  I reached down and grabbed her ass, pulling her closer.  
With a vague smile, I added a few more inches to my clit.  Her eyes grew even 
wider.
  "What the..."  she started, as I sent my clit inside her pussy.  She started 
to pull away, but the hands held her tits tightly, and I had her ass.  More 
and more, I widened and lengthened the shaft inside her.  She looked like she 
might scream, so I sent a puff of smoke into her mouth.
  "Relax."  I whispered.  "I'm going to make you feel soooo good.  Do you want 
to feel good?"  As I asked this, a tiny mouth opened above my pussy, and began 
to softly suck her clit.  I sent a thin tongue up from between my legs, to 
lick her ass hole.
  Her eyes rolled up in her head, and she moaned.  I pulled the smoke out of 
her mouth.
  "You like that?"  I whispered.
  "Ooooh, yessss!"  she whispered back.  "But how-"
  "Don't worry about that."  I made the shaft vibrate gently, as the little 
mouth licked and sucked her clit until it was swollen and hard.  "I can fuck 
you better than you ever imagined in your dreams.  I can be *anything*, 
understand?"
  "Are...are you gonna hurt me?"
  I smiled again.  "Only if you want me to.  But we have to go someplace more 
private, so I can really show you what I can do."
  I could tell she wasn't listening.  Here eyes were glazed over, as an orgasm 
threatened to take her.  I jack-hammered the shaft in and out of her pussy, 
and sent the thin tongue into her ass.  Suddenly, her head snapped back and 
she gave a throaty moan.  I held her tight, driving the orgasm hard and not 
letting up one bit.  A cascade of orgasms hit her, as she twitched and 
thrashed about.  
  "M-mm-more!"  she panted.
  "Yes, but not here."
  "P-p-p-please!  More in my ass, more in my pussy!  Fill me up!  Gaaaa!"
  With a bit of a mean streak, I made the tongue in her ass swell into an 
undulating rod the size of a coke bottle.  Her pussy now stretched around a 
baseball bat sized shaft, that threatened to impale her.  I leaned forward and 
sealed my mouth over hers, expanding my tongue and sending it down her throat. 
 I literally had to hold her up, as she spasmed and thrashed.  As her orgasm 
reached it's apex, she suddenly jerked away and went limp.  The hands from the 
wall held her up by her tits, as I withdrew from her and tried not to attract 
attention.  Prying her tits out of the hands, I slid her down against the wall 
and pulled her clothes together.  As I straightened myself up, she began to 
wake.  Her face was glowing, and she grinned broadly.
  "You coming home with me?"  I asked.
  She nodded like a child.
  "What's your name?"
  "Patricia.  What are you smiling at?"
  "Fate."  I helped her to her feet, and we went to collect Patrick.

  Over the next two weeks, the three of us feasted on each other.  We played 
every kind of game we could think of.  Night and day, we fucked and tortured 
and played.  Mary made herself scarce, practically giving us the run of the 
place.  One night, though, I was in the shape of a hideous ogre with a huge 
dick for raping and a huge whip for hurting, when Mary wafted in.  The others 
didn't even notice her, but I knew.  Patricia couldn't see; her head was in a 
harness strapped to Patrick's groin, using his dick as a gag.  Patrick was too 
busy watching me split her open from behind, while suffering my claws.  As 
soon as I saw her, I pulled back.
  "What do you want?"  I growled.
  "More."  Patrick whispered, thinking I asked him.
  "You're so stupid!"  Mary coalesced into her normal appearance.  "First, you 
let Jack go.  Luckily, no one believed him and now he's in a sanitarium.  But 
then you take these two!  Didn't you stop to think they would be missed?  The 
police are combing the whole town!  There's talk of a door to door search!"
  "Don't make us go back."  Patrick said.  "We love you, mistress!  You take 
good care of us!"
  I looked from one to the other, and wondered how I could be so stupid.  Of 
course they would be missed!  Even if they hadn't families, they at least had 
jobs and neighbors, and bills to pay!  I quickly took my normal shape, and 
undid the harness.  "You two have to go back and show them you're all right.  
And you can't tell them about me.  Do you understand?"
  "Stupid, stupid, stupid!"  Mary stomped her foot.  "Do you think they'll 
really keep their mouths shut?  Of course not!"
  I stared at her.  "What are you saying?"
  "You have to get rid of them."
  "*Kill* them?  No way."
  "It's the *only* way!"
  I grew as huge and threatening as I could, putting myself between her and 
them.  "They're mine!  I will *not* let anything happen to them!"
  She stared at me for a bit, scoffing.  "You think you can take me on?  
But..."  she paused, thinking.  "We could always make them like *us*."
  "No!"  In these two weeks I had used the pair of humans, it's true, but I'd 
also grown fond of them.  We usually slept in a pile; my tendrils wrapped 
around the pair of them.  They had been my sustenance, my succor, and my 
friends.  I would not put them through my hell.
  "Oh, yes!"  Patricia was standing, eyes wide.  "Is it possible?"
  "No!"  I repeated.  "You don't know what you're saying.  If you become like 
us, you'll never be satisfied.  You'll never feel real pleasure.  And you'll 
never be able to quit."
  "But..."
  "No!"  I looked at the pair of them; naked, flushed and bruised, holding 
hands.  "I'll tell you what's going to happen.  You two are going back into 
town, but first you're going to elope.  And then, you're going to take care of 
each other, for the rest of your lives."
  "How touching."  Mary sneered, but Patricia and Patrick were looking at each 
other with strange expressions on their faces.
  "You want to?"  he asked her, shrugging slightly.
  "I guess."  She shrugged back.
  "Ah, true love."  Mary smirked.
  "Shut up."  I warned her, and turned to my former pets.  "You already know 
more about how to please each other than some people learn after decades of 
marriage.   I think you can make each other happy.  And...you should be busy 
enough to forget about me."
  "Are you kidding?"  Patrick grinned, tenderly putting his arm around 
Patricia and rubbing her breasts.  "We'll never forget you."
  "Try."  I commanded, grimly.  "And never speak of this place.  Understand?" 
  "Well...maybe you could visit us?"  Patricia asked, her hand at her side 
moving over to stroke Patrick's emerging hard on.
  "Maybe."  I smiled.  "Now go get your things, and leave."
  "Fool!"  Mary spat, as the horny couple scampered away.
  I shrank down to normal size.  "Oh?  Then why didn't you stop me?"  When she 
didn't answer, I drew my own conclusions.  "You're afraid you can't take me 
on."
  "Don't tempt me!"
  "By all means, let's duke it out.  The worst you can do is kill me, and just 
now that sounds like a pretty good deal.  Come on, Mary; let's see what you're 
made of."
  She stared at me, seething.  "Why did you have to bring them here?!  You 
were supposed to be *my* friend!  You were supposed to be with *me*!"
  I laughed.  "Mary, you may know a lot about fucking; but you don't know 
*squat* about friendship.  Friends don't destroy the people they want to be 
friends with."
  "Destroy?"  she laughed harshly.  "You're practically immortal!  For all I 
know, we *are* immortal!  You can be anything, go anywhere, do anything you 
please."
  "No."  I shook my head.  "I think, in this state, there is one thing we 
can't be."
  "What?"
  "Happy."  I drifted by her, and she made no move to stop me.

  I remained in smoke state, drifting down the hill.  I had no idea where I 
was going, but I had to get out of there.  I was a little worried for the two 
Pat's, but Mary didn't seem to have the heart to hurt anyone just now.  I 
drifted into a club, and used a quiet corner to take on the appearance of a 
nice normal looking person.  I didn't dress too flashy, and my proportions 
were modest.  I wasn't there for a pick up, I just wanted to listen to some 
music while I sorted things out.
  Even with my plain appearance, however, I managed to attract attention.  A 
scruffy looking fellow in an oversized trench coat sat down without being 
asked.  I glared at him, but he just grinned back.
  "Not fishin' tonight?" he asked.
  "Excuse me?"
  "You're not tarted and vamped up.  Must not be hungry."
  I looked at the mussed little man.  He was younger than he looked, and let 
his hair fall into his face; hiding ice blue eyes.  A three-to-four day beard 
tried to cover half his face, and he looked like he hadn't had a decent bath 
in a long time.  "I don't know what you're talking about."
  "Sure you do."  He smiled.  "Say; where's your partner in crime?  The loony 
said there were two of you."
  "Loony?"  I began to feel fidgety. 
  "Your old friend Jack.  He told me all about it."
  I wasn't sure why I should feel afraid, but I was.  I scanned for an exit, 
but there were none handy.  "What do you want from me?"  I whispered.
  He smiled toothily.  "I want to destroy you."
  I closed my eyes and sighed.  "OK."  I nodded.  "When do we start?"  When I 
opened my eyes, he was staring at me uncertainly.  "You *can* do it, right?  
Well, fine; let's get it over with."
  "I think maybe old Jack left out a few details."  The man sat back.  "That's 
the last response I expected."
  "You don't know what it's like, to be one of these things."  I assured him.  
"Sure, it's fun at first; but it gets old pretty damn quick."
  He scratched his excuse for a beard.  "Well.  This changes a few things."  
He shifted in his chair, revealing unidentifiable gadgets under his coat.  "I 
have no compunction whatsoever about blowing evil entities to kingdom come, 
but tortured souls is another matter."
  "Who *are* you?"  I asked.
  He pulled a card from his jacked.  "Malachi Geist, ghost hunter and 
astro-physical expert, and part-time exorcist."
  "I thought you had to be catholic, to be an exorcist."
  "I thought you had to be the spawn of the devil, to be a succubus."
  "No, just unlucky."  I slumped a little.
  "Then you admit to what you are?"
  "I didn't know there was any question of it."
  "Well,"  he admitted, "when you get your facts from a resident of a funny 
farm, you tend to want to verify them."
  I looked across the table at him.  "Can you really...end it?  You know; end 
*me*?"
  He looked at me with what might have been compassion.  "Probably.  But I'd 
like to work on some alternatives.  Either way, we'll find a way to release 
you; but you have to do exactly as I say.  Deal?"
  I found it in myself to trust those eyes, peeking at me from under dirty 
hair.  "Deal."
  "And..."  he shifted his eyes away.
  "What?"
  Uncomfortable, he squirmed a little.  "As you can imagine, in my line of 
work, a guy gets pretty lonely."
  "Oh?"  I asked flatly.  The nerve of this worm!
  "I need you to promise to try not to tempt me, and to not...come to me, even 
if I beg."
  I was embarrassed for my thoughts.  "I'll try."  I agreed, nodding.  
"But...the need..."
  "You have to try to fight it, if we're going to get anywhere.  And if you 
absolutely must, let me find someone for you.  It absolutely must *not* be 
me."
  I nodded again.  "OK, I promise."
  He looked at me a moment longer, then got up and paid for his drink.

  I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when he led me to a complex that 
seemed part UFO convention, part Coven Enclave.  He took me to a dark 
temporary building he told me was his lab.  Apparently, the name Malachi Geist 
was well respected in wacko circles.  First he took some samples (I'd call 
them tissue samples, but they didn't look organic to me)of me.  Then he put me 
in what he called a "stasis field"; a cage in the center of four knobbed posts 
that hummed and sparked.  Then, he left my samples in a spectral analyzer and 
went to take a shower.
  I sat, naked and converted to my original appearance, in my cage.  Mal had 
explained to me that the electro-magnetic energy of the field forced my matter 
to revert temporarily.  I could not alter my body, nor convert to smoke.  "He 
could have given me a magazine, or something."  I grumped, counting bars on my 
cage.
  When he got back, he checked the results of the tests and got very excited.
  "Good news?"
  "Very."  He turned to face me, and I saw he cleaned up pretty good.  His 
brow was high and his jaw strong.  There were still bags under his clear eyes, 
but at least I could *see* his eyes.
  "Well?"  I stood.  "Don't keep me in suspense."
  "Well, I suspected as much, but I didn't want to get our hopes up."
  "Yeah?  Suspected *what*?"
  He put down the readout.  "Your cells have been altered, no doubt by 
whatever Dr. Faulkner injected into your system.  I can't imagine what could 
possibly do such a rapid and thorough job, but at least this means it may be 
reversible.  And, most importantly, it means you're not dead."
  "Not dead?  *I* could have told you that."
  "And I wouldn't have believed you.  Most undead and manifestations believe 
they are still alive.  Your case is not like ghosts or vampires; it's more 
like werewolves."
  "Lovely."  I sat back down.
  "Well,"  he hunkered down to meet my eyes with his.  "At least it means I 
don't have to drive a stake through your heart in your sleep, or hire a medium 
to talk you into the light."
  Small comfort.  "I'm cold."  I grumped.
  "That's a good sign.  I need to know if you become hungry, too."
  "Don't worry, I'll tell you.  But in the mean time, can I have some clothes, 
or a blanket?"
  "I'll see what I can scare up."
  "So; the longer I stay in this field, the more I turn back to normal?"
  He stood back up and paced a little.  "At this time, I'm really not sure.  I 
could turn off the field, and you might revert back to ectoplasm."
  "Ectoplasm?"
  "The foggy substance you were composed of.  Mutated ectoplasm."
  "Oh.  I always thought it was smoke."  I stood up and leaned against the 
bars.  "So you have no idea how to make me normal again."
  "Not yet; but at least we know it's possible."
  I nodded.  "Mind if we get a TV or something in here?  I'm starting to think 
this is gonna be awhile."
  He smiled.

Continued in part 5...