"Sherlock!"
Sherlock's eyes fly open, so many thoughts go through his head. Where am I? What has happened...Mother, I'll be a mother... He looks around, Mycroft has been dragged off into the corner of the room, hands tied around his back, although with handcuffs, and not the black goo that has come back from the darkness. It seemed to enjoy the company of Sherlock, it was swarming around him.
"Grah! Get the bloody hell away from me!" He cries, crawling quickly away from it.
"Ah, shut up Shelly. Cant...you see I'm trying...to enjoy myself?" Moriarty stands a few feet away with his cock buried deep in Johns mouth. Sherlocks eyes go wide in anger, seeing how Johns arms are cuffed behind his back, Moriarty's hands fisted in his hair. A groan escapes Jim's lips. Sherlock snarls and gets up, punching Jim in the face and knocking him off balance and to the floor. Almost instantly the black goo shoots over and coils up Sherlock's legs.
"No! Get it off of me!" He screams in panic and fear as the goo travels up his legs around his whole body and pulls him away from Moriarty. John coughs and gags, kneeling and...with a raging hard-on?! He blushes with embarrassment when he sees Sherlock looking at him.
"I-I'm sorry this is happening Sherlock.." he says quietly
"Whats the matter Shelly? Dont like my pet?" Jim laughs and stands up, cracks his neck and walks over. "Put him on his knees Lucifer. Seems he's jealous of what John's getting. Have fun with Johnny for a while."
The goo makes Sherlock go onto his knees, although its gentle. Some of it goes to John and branches off into tentacles and grabs him, dragging him off into the darkness.
Under the weak light coming from above Sherlock starts to struggle against the black case of goo. He jumps when he feels some of it leak into his crack and slides up and down his arsehole, ready to penetrate.
"Oh please." Sherlock says in a fake confident and bored voice. "You named that thing Lucifer? How original"
"Wonder what you'll name your babies Sherlock." Jim says right back. "You know, your body needs more nutrients than it has now, Lucifer can help with that."
"Geehee! Ah!" Sherlock gasps as the thing starts going up inside him.
Jim grabs a fist full of hair making him cry out in pain. "Dont pretend you're not scared, that you aren't panicky." He growls, shoving his erect cock into Sherlock's mouth and groans in pleasure. "Damn Sherlock...your...mouth is...much less annoying.., this way" he grunts as he face fucks the great detective.
"Moriarty!" Mycroft snarls the name. "Let go of my little brother you bloody psychopath or so help me"
Moriarty slows down after some time, totally ignoring Mycroft. "Your heart is beating fast Sherly. Means your...SCARED" he groans loudly as he cums into Sherlocks mouth, sighing in relief as its done. "Ah, nice little cockgobbler arent you?" He laughs, slowly pulling out of Sherlocks mouth. "Id love to pound that beautiful arse...but for now thats your brothers job. Boys" two men walk down and grabs the cussing Mycroft out of the room, up the stairs and to a room just for him and Jim.
Sherlock, meanwhile, is coughing and spitting out his enemy's seed. "God you're fucked up! What the hell is wrong with you?"
Moriarty smiles evilly " I have been dreaming of this day for so long Sherlock. To have you, and your pet in my hands. Mycroft was just a slap in your smug and arrogant face. And im never going to let you or any of them go."
Sherlock grunts as the tentacle inside him starts speeding up significantly. "Fuck. You." He gasps out.
"Thats Lucifers job at the moment" Moriarty laughs and disappears upstairs, leaving Sherlock and Lucifer to finish by themselves.
The next week or so went by in a haze, Sherlock lost count how many times he was violated by that...that thing. His stomach has become very swollen now, the eggs inside -three in total-were getting bigger and he has estimated that their circumference must be as wide as the length of his hand. Ordinarily getting these eggs out would normally tear someone up but the thing, Lucifer, has made Sherlock prepared.
Most of the days Sherlock has had his arse completely filled with the tentacle of the black goo, and it just kept widening and stretching him so gently that his arse has gone to his limit, just the right size for the eggs to come sliding out.
The third day there Sherlock remembers a fuzzy memory of being forced to fuck John, while Moriarty sat in the corner and watched of course. All three orgasmed and cum to the floor, while Sherlock of course unloaded in John, and if Sherlock wasnt so tired and had an unclear mind he would've noticed just how much John enjoyed it.
Now it was several days later, he hasnt seen either Mycroft or John since then...
He wakes up with a gasp and a groan. "Oh bloody Hell!" He cries out, gripping his stomach. The pain was horrible, and almost unbareable. "Whats happening?!" He whimpers.
Sensing his distress the goo, Lucifer slithers over to him and around him, almost lovingly trying to calm Sherlock down and soothe him. The only thing that pops in his mind is 'im going into Labour. What do I do?'