Murdochy Horror Picture Show_4_Love Warp
George the Author's voice floated in from above the ceiling. Down below, Terrence Meyers sat in the Security Room watching multiple small television screens. In one, the one he seemed most interested in, two female figures could be seen lying naked in each other's arms. Finally accepting that the show was over, Terrence leaned back from the screen and took a sip of his tea. "Interesting," he thought, "tea seems the same – that's about the only thing though…"
Something about this warped, hedonistic, libido-centered place caused normal defenses to drop away, he reflected, as he refocused his eyes on another tiny screen – just think of that Murdoch all over the yummy Dr. Ogden earlier. Still stimulated from watching the two women grind and pump and sweat during their sex-play, Terrence was considering visiting the room of the good doctor. "Mmm," he gave himself a little pleasurable grunt with the memory of her voluptuous body so… vulnerable in her corset.
Although Meyers could not hear it, narration filled the room. "Welcome back," George Crabtree's calmer, more confident voice pumped through the dark castle halls, in the deepest hours of night. "Do pay attention. There are those who say life is an illusion - And reality as we know it, is merely a figment of our imaginations. If this is so, Darcy and Julia are quite safe. But - there are some who have a far more physical philosophy - those who would stop at nothing to satisfy their base desires, their libidinous urges - It could be that Darcy and Julia are among those who hold the devil's reins."
Snug in her bed, Julia had drifted off to sleep. Not surprisingly, her dreams tackled her conflicting feelings, engaged to Darcy, still madly in love with William, but confused by her erotic feelings for this new William, so uninhibited, so un… tamed.
In her dream, she could not see him, but Darcy had snuck in, had slipped under the covers…
"Oh Darcy," she said, considering letting him have his way with her, for she was wildly aroused from a dream with William, and at least that way she could ease some of the dynamic tension it had surged, and because there was something so spellbindingly raunchy about this place. "Oh yes, yes my darling," she uttered into the darkness having reached her body's conclusion. "So quick?" she wondered, and she was troubled, for she barely remembered the experience at all. "Not very impressive, was it?" she told herself. "More of that to come after the wedding – oh, goody," she rolled her eyes sarcastically as she teased and tortured herself.
At least she wasn't alone. She rested her head on his chest, and her mind dashed in multiple directions, most of her attention chasing thoughts of this new William, the one with all the muscles. "Wouldn't feel like this resting your head on that hunky chest, now would it?" her own mocking voice tormented. Julia sighed deeply. She needed to face it. She had to call off this wedding. She had become cruel now, and her own behavior towards Darcy embarrassed her. She would breach the subject now – get it over with – get it out in the open.
She raised her head and tried to find Darcy's face in the blackness. "What if…"
"It's all right Julia - everything's going to be all right," Darcy's irritating, patronizing voice attempted to soothe.
Julia's teeth gritted tight again. Her voice exaggerated in feminine wimpiness, she disparaged, "Oh I hope so my darling. I'm so fri…"
Suddenly, a strange light was cast into the room and she could see his face – and it wasn't Darcy after all! Instantaneously convulsions of disgust quivered up and took over her body. It was that repulsive Riff-Raff Higgins! She'd just had sex with… her stomach heaved, the back of her throat became dry, saliva flowed in an effort to prepare for the oncoming retching…
"You!" she screamed out, slapping at him and leaping out of bed.
Riff-Raff Higgins, rotting teeth and green skin, evilly basked in her agony, "I'm afraid so Julia, but wasn't it nice…"
"You beast - you monster," she seethed. Unable to bear her anger for one more second, she jerked him out of bed and kicked him – hard – in the balls, over and over…
It was the tiny jerks of her thigh muscle in real life that woke her.
She was alone, Thank God! In the bed in her room in the master's castle. A familiar fatigue, debilitating pain, immense heaviness paralyzed her every muscle, as she recovered from the fright. "Just a dream – a night mare," she told herself out loud in the dark room.
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The door opened to the Security Room, Alan Clegg stepped in and closed the door behind him. Only the light from the little television screens illuminated Meyers' face.
"I made some tea," Meyers said, gesturing towards the tea pot.
Clegg frowned. "Americans drink coffee, I'm sure he knows that Americans drink coffee," he had a little tantrum in his head. "No thank you," he said.
"How's it going with Murdochy?" Meyers asked, standing, giving his chair to Clegg for his shift.
"Now Terrence, you know I'm not one to be optimistic…" Clegg started.
Once again, Terrence Meyers felt his chest fill with pride. "Even in a crazy dream like this, that Murdoch comes through in the end. The man really is quite a marvel," he thought.
"He has deciphered the map, and figured out the meaning of the equations on the plans for the Time Warp Machine," Clegg explained. "The creature claims the trick will be to set the controls to zero first… He said it was like rebooting it, or clearing a calculator before you add in new numbers… But I gotta tell you, none of that made any sense to me." Clegg sat in the chair and then asked, "You?"
Meyers lit a cigar, the light from the match casting long, flickering shadows throughout the room. "I'm used to not understanding what Murdoch says. I'm just satisfied that he's always right," he added.
"Let's hope so," Clegg replied, sounding doubtful. "Of course, this creature of Crabtree's is no Murdoch," Clegg crossed his legs, for he felt an erection coming on. In his mind, he replayed the enticing scene between the savage creature and the lovely doctor. He wallowed in the sight of the brute's bulging muscles dwarfing her curvy pink body, and then that… Mmm – mmm – mmm… sniffing. My God, I thought he was going to take her right there!
With a jerk, Clegg forced himself to stop his kinky thoughts. Even so, subconsciously, his already throbbing groin jolted when he glanced at the television screens. Dr. Ogden seemed to be restless in her bed, tossing and turning… Shouldn't be long now…
"A-hem," Clegg cleared his throat. Meyers had been saying something about not underestimating the Murdochy creature, he was sure. "I told that…" Clegg waved his hand about dismissively, "thing… that he had done well, and he could take the rest of the night off." Clegg stopped the information right there. There was no reason anyone else needed to know that he had all but sent the beast to Dr. Ogden's room, telling the savage that he had done well and now he could go take care of that oversized, stallion charged, libido his master had blessed him with – and in the process, take care of the lovely lady too… "And me," Alan Clegg relished, "I wouldn't miss this show for all the world." He needed to get that annoying Meyers out though, in order to enjoy the show.
"Terrence," he had an idea, "I believe that vixen, magenta-haired Miss Bloom, is looking quite… lonely. I see here she just left the room of Columbia-professor Dr. Grace. She'll be wanting some more manly attention now, I figure." Secretly he chuckled to himself with how easily his fellow spy was manipulated…
"Then, I'll be off," Meyers hurried, "Where is Miss Bloom headed?" he puffed his question, clouded in cigar smoke.
"It seems to me towards the Zen Room," Clegg replied.
The door closed, and Lord, oh Lord, Clegg's erection leaped. On the monitor, he saw Murdochy opening Dr. Ogden's door…
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Stealthily, he surprised himself with his abilities to be sneaky, William closed the door behind himself with the most negligible of clicks. His eyes, already adjusted to the darkness, searched the bed, wondering if she had heard.
She had. She had not been able to fall back asleep since her awful nightmare about Riff-Raff Higgins, and right now she strained to make out who had invaded her room. The figure was too big to be Riff-Raff Higgins – Thank God.
Her breath caught when his outline clicked into place in her mind. Untamed William! Alert, panic, and hope, all cascaded and barreled and trumpeted through her.
Hearing her tiny gasp, William felt a surge of disappointment. He would no longer have the advantage of surprise. He froze standing there, questioning himself about his reactions and his thoughts. Why had he hoped to creep up on her? What was it that he was going to do with her anyway? Right there, he shook his head at himself, for these things he did not know.
He knew only one thing for certain, his brain kept going back to the few moments in his life when the world spun out control, and his head felt… liquidy, and dizzy, and My God – the smell of that woman… the way her flesh felt in his hands, her breath steamy and hot against his chest… And that delicious, delicious tautness… power, massive, throbbing, bulging, forceful, power in his groin. And although he could not fathom what would come next, he knew he wanted to do THAT again. Yes, it was true – he had an URGE!
Julia sat up slowly in her bed. "William, is that you?" she called out, already knowing the answer, but wanting to assess… the creature's mood. Her nightmare had rendered her paranoid, and she had to admit, fear was winning out over all of the other emotions inside of her. It took three, really four, men to get him off of her earlier – and there was no one else here…
Part of William ordered himself to answer her, another part advised remaining silent. "Mm-hmm," was what resulted. He stepped closer.
Julia slid back away from him in her bed. "You shouldn't be here, William." She said, her voice taking on a warning tone.
He heard the change in emotion… It served to rouse him more. He already had gotten a little whiff… My God! That swelling and screaming in his groin, magnificent, intolerable, unignorable!
"William," she said, amazing herself with the authority in her voice. But… it was too late. He was over her. So massive… and close. He pushed her down towards the mattress – not in a hurry, but never a pause nor hesitation neither. Solid, firm, he pushed down, he pushed in.
Julia found she was feeling stunned… She had no intention of letting this man – William Murdoch or not, treat her like some receptacle for his lustful urges! She had a right to control, to decide, what happened to her body – HER body – NOT HIS! Anger and terror… and truth be told the slightest, slightest tickle of lust, rushed through her every cell.
So quickly the one emotion won out over the other, and she plummeted down the cliff of terror. William was sniffing her again, pinning her solidly to the mattress, his hands holding her down – locking her down completely, it seemed, with their overwhelming strength. And he smelled, her hair, her neck… MY God, his mouth, wet, hot, soft…
Her humid, luscious scent not enough, only seeming to wet his appetite, William had found he needed to taste this woman as well. Not disappointed, the ravenous, throbbing demanding in his groin rocketed him higher the moment his tongue slid across her skin, slurping her in. Oh, this woman was GOOD. He wanted more… he had to taste every inch of this delicious, delicious woman. Rushing, barreling, starving, he drank her in. Sucking her in, pulling her in, nibbling her scrumptious body, squeezing the juices out of her, inch by inch along her neck, her jawline, her chin, his body pressed down harder, pounding, pounding, pounding, taking on a rhythm that called, so enticingly, to his most primitive beast.
The eagerness of the man on top of her, his abandon, his focus, impenetrable, Julia had let go of believing she had any chance of talking him out of it. She rallied a massive struggle, fighting with every muscle against him, knees thrashing upwards, fists surging, over and over. "Get off of me, William! Stop it! STOP IT!" she grunted and demanded, as she pummeled against him with all her might. Yet, he was too physically close to her for any of her efforts to land with significant impact, and he only leaned heavier into her in response to her wriggling.
"Julia," his beautiful, William-sounding voice said, seemingly uninfluenced by her resistance.
A twitch. A tiny, tiny twitch of desire sparked for a moment. William – William – the man of her dreams, now wild, wanting her, taking her, unaware that that the fruit was forbidden. Her mind had rushed forward, pictured what was to come, for the minutest of seconds, she imagined him penetrating her, moaning with heavenly relief and fueled by feral desires to have more. She had imagined the power of his thrusts, deep inside of her, and her womb had flipped over and knotted with desire for him.
Perhaps the creature had imagined the same thing, for it was in that moment that his hand roughly grabbed at her bloomers, shoving them downwards, freeing her flesh.
The panic, the anger, the indignation, surged by that catalyst, that closeness to the flame, erupted a fury within her and she lost control – Who the hell did he think he was?! No longer concerned for him, forgetting that he would feel the pain, if she…
Julia bit him as hard as she could. Her teeth gnashed into the flesh of his jaw, just in front of his ear. The taste of blood filled her senses, she noticed, before her kicks, her punches landed with more force. He was moving back!
Instantly she found herself standing, back against the window, her hands up and ready to continue the fight.
The pain of her bite drew every inch of his attention. Instinctively he reached up to touch the place that stung. Upon pulling his fingers away, he startled with the sight of his fingertips trickled with a red watery, slippery, warm substance… He jumped up and stared Julia in the eye.
Shocked, angry, confused? Julia bolted to read the creature's emotions. Much of her mind reminded of a sense of trust and caring with the sight of this man's eyes, this man's face. Despite it, her own anger, her own fear, took precedence still, over whatever it was she decided he was feeling.
The power of her own voice amazed her as she ordered, "William Murdoch, don't you dare force yourself on me!"
William felt as if he'd fallen down the rabbit-hole. She had hurt him – bitten him! Why would she do that? And again, she calls me this name? …She is repulsed, disgusted… by me?
Julia's eyes were captured by the look on his face, so puzzled and perplexed, and… something else was there… perhaps hurt?
Suddenly, the degree of her loss flung her into a strange, multiple-worlded oblivion. William Murdoch, William Murdoch, would do that… to HER! Not only had she been violated – almost – by this man, but she realized now that, if he did this, she would not only have lost William… (through her own stubborn stupidity by leaving him for Buffalo, and deciding to accept Darcy's proposal), but she would have lost the very ideal of a William – her internal holding of a knowledge of a man such as him in the world, in her world. If he did this to her, she would lose so much more than just control of her own body, she would lose even her memories and dreams of such a man, of such a love, as she had believed existed with him. Tears flooded and burned as they deluged out of her eyes.
Her voice, affected, rose to a squeak. "Don't you dare do that to me William. It would destroy me, crush me. I couldn't withstand any more… loss of you…" Small, little sobs choked out of her in spurts, and her tiny shoulders quaked. "The disappointment, the betrayal… I couldn't survive it. Please…"
Ouch, with such severity, he felt his heart, his chest collapsing, falling into ache and regret, and worry. How could anything hurt this bad? He had hurt her – HURT HER! She was… leaking. He had squeezed too hard! He had broken her! Suddenly, a self-loathing seized him.
Unsure, he asked, "Did I break you?" he stepped closer… She did not recoil. "You are leaking – I squeezed you too hard?" he asked, his hand tenderly lifting, still feet away from her tear-stained cheeks, his thumb opening, wanting so to explore the liquid, to take it off of her, to fix her.
Julia sniffled, and said, her tenor less of a squeak now, responding to the little voice inside of her that soothed it was alright, he cared, he was back in control of himself…
"It is not leaking, it's crying." Her blue eyes warmed into his. A deep breath and her chest rose and dropped, neither of them yet reacting to the nakedness of her, both still immersed in the emotions of their shared turmoil and cataclysm. "But… it is sort of because you squeezed… too hard. You scared me… that you would do… whatever you want to do to me, and not care what I want. Promise me you'll never force yourself on me, William - promise."
William wanted nothing in the world but to hold her, to repair the damage he had done. Such alarm and alert and desperation he had never felt, as if everything that ever was, or ever would be, depended on him taking this pain away from her. He would do anything – absolutely anything, to fix it.
William stepped to her, and she held his eye, she did not flinch, but rather a relief washed over her instead, with his tenderness. His voice was in her ear, his scent, the heat of his breath, as he leaned close, their naked chests touching, "I promise," he said.
Melting, her eyes closed with relief, and his arms enclosed her as her body grew heavier against his.
"I promise," he swore again.
Better, he felt better. Yet, responsibility hollered at him and he knew he would have to ask, "But you may have to explain…" he cleared his throat and stepped back so he could take in her face, "so I know what not to do."
Julia's spontaneous giggle peppered the air, for their predicament was beyond ridiculous. This man before her, was William and he was not William, and he did not know about… any of it really. Pushing him back a step, but staying tight with her eyes, she explained, "You have, 'urges,' your master called them." Her hand pressed against his lovely chest, keeping him at arm's length.
William swallowed. This he knew, intensely. He nodded.
"And you would have no way of knowing, but women… I… have urges too," she ventured, "But what you wanted to do was not something you do alone. It was something you would do WITH me." Julia paused here, feeling it was an important point. He was quite focused, but maybe he needed a bit more. "Not TO me, William. Do you understand?" she asked.
He didn't, but he felt himself nod anyway. "Odd that I would do that," he thought.
"William…"
Her voice was knowing, and confident, the strength of it resounded deeply into him, filling him with a feeling of trust, and optimism. Julia Ogden was truly brilliant, and he loved her with all his heart!
"… You need to ask the woman – me – you need my permission… or perhaps encouragement," she added with a shrug, "um, before you let go of that urge you feel. If I say 'no,' then you must not do what it is that the urge is pushing you to do." Her eyes held his and she waited for his response.
William moved back a step further, as his awareness of what he had done wrong became more clear, more shaped, in his mind. "I see," he replied, his tone revealing the gravity with which he had felt her words.
"Can you do that?" she asked plainly. She hadn't realized that he had looked away, confronting his own demons and weaknesses… and strengths, until his astounding, beautiful brown eyes connected with hers once more.
"Yes. I think so," he answered.
Explosion, eruption, blossoming and cascading and rippling through her heart, her whole body, her love for him overwhelmed her with its gush. She shook her head and said, as she stepped within an inch of him, "My God, William Murdoch, I love you."
Then, her fingers in his hair, her thumbs tracing along his ear, a slight pause upon feeling the swelling of the bite she had given him, just before her nipples tickled against his skin, and she heard his breath catch, and he felt the soupy spinning begin, and he hoped with all his might that this was, "encouragement," and she kissed his lips, and he plummeted.
His hands on her hips, up, behind her, rough, he pulled her closer. My God, the kiss deepened abysmally. Julia's womb twisted and wrenched with such force a moan echoed into his mouth and her knees bent way. Clinging for dear life, she held on to him. She felt him, down low on her body, growing harder, and that awareness shoved her uncontrollably towards the edge. Her mind pictured what she had craved for, longed for… had yearned for, for years and years, William, making love to her, deep, and hard, and strong. She wanted him… And My God, he wanted her.
Her fingers adept with hunger, quickly found the string holding his loincloth taught around his waist. Found the right end to pull, tighter, tighter, it resisted at first. Then – pop – it whispered, letting go and the leathery cloth dropped, hovering, held up, kept from the floor by…
"Julia," he moaned, releasing her mouth, hunting her ear.
"Yes, William," she replied out of breath.
He yelled at himself to ask her. He needed permission.
Julia stepped back. His loincloth fell, now hanging by the strings keeping it dangling from his upper thighs. He was magnificent, she thought, magnificent.
He watched her look down at him, noticed her pupils grow big, dark, vacuumous, they tugged at him so.
"Ask her! Ask her!" he yelled.
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Alan Clegg had never had such a thrill in all his days. Transfixed to the monitor, he gasped with his luck. Oh, this was going to happen…
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Her magnetic blue eyes lifted and touched his chocolaty brown ones. "You are beautiful, William," she whispered.
His jaw locked tight as he fought against it. She stepped close to him again, prompting him to swallow. It seemed that even the voice that had been screaming at him to ask her permission had swirled away in the maelstrom inside of his head. Somehow, he managed to shake his head 'no' at himself. His last, ditch effort at fulfilling his promise to her.
"Please, William," she whispered. Her hands reached up around his neck, bringing her scrumptious, soft, pliable body, with its delicious protrusions, pressing into him.
His groin rose… wet, slippery, warm yielding flesh met it. "Mmm," a devastating moan surged out of his throat. His head thundered and rolled, and spun in such a whirlwind, he… he…
She was lifted into his arms – down on the bed – he was on top of her – she pulled him so tight – she opened her legs – and he touched the lushness again – and he pushed in – AND MY GOD, she gave way as she hugged around him, and he slid in deeper, and deeper.
BOOM! His first thrust rocked her, delicious with its power. Then, like a tidal wave having covered the beach, his ocean pulled back against her, her every cell tugged and tortured with his retreat. There was a gentle, silent pause. The direction shifted.
WHAM! His next thrust shoved in deeper. "Don't stop!" her head begged. Then that wash of hope as he pulled back again, powering up for another rumbling surge. Such anticipation filled her as she gasped breathless. "Please William," in her head, "Please William," in her throat, "Please William," in his ear.
ROAR! CRASH! THUNDER! He pounded into her again, and again, and again, harder, deeper, faster, wild… wild. He was so close now. He gave each push everything he had, everything.
"Don't stop William, please don't stop," she called, urging him on, but pleading for him to wait for her as well.
"Right there, she's right there! My God this woman is delicious, so unbelievably delicious," he thought as he stretched to reach that last impossible distance. And then he felt it, the heavenly guarantee. Oh, it would bowl him over with its sweetness, over and over him, though every molecule of his body, he felt the heat rush. "Mmm" his saved voice reverberated in her ear. Then one, two, three aftershocks…
And Julia knew he had reached that one perfect spot, and she was so close herself, and she refused to let it go, and she pumped against him faster, and harder, and then came her reward, for she felt the tumult, the lift and float, before the inevitable fall, and then she plummeted from an unbearable height, and she only wanted him closer, and she sucked him in with all her might, before the waves gushed and flooded out from her center and vibrated each and every one of her atoms, aligning them with this man, whom she loved with all of her heart and all of her soul. Delightful splurges slowed, then softened… then stopped.
She exhaled, swallowed, and she dropped away into the mattress as he melted weighty into her – soft, spent, dense with heaviness on top of her.
"William," she said, her voice raspy with dryness from the effort. Her lips kissed against his cheek.
"THAT was unbelievable," William thought to himself. Never, ever again would he be the same. He knew it. His first attempt at speaking failed, producing only a dry scratch, before he swallowed and returned her name, "Julia."
He rolled onto his side, she with him. His fingers stroked the outlines of her face, played with her curls. He cherished her, treasured her. Then the soft skin of her shoulders. She tucked into him closer. Eventually talk came.
Studying the beauty of her face, he wondered, as he traced the corner of her mouth, he asked her about her smile. "This curve here," his hushed voice so warm and intimate, "it's quite beautiful."
"That's a smile William," she answered, "I'm happy."
"Like when we discovered the meanings of the star map?" he asked, remembering the surge of joy in his chest as they had shared this look – these smiles.
"Yes," she answered him.
Julia's fingers reached out and caressed the edges of his smile. "I know you are happy now," she told him, "because I see your smile."
William assessed the warmth and throbbing he felt in his chest. "Yes," he replied, "it feels quite wonderful."
He noticed that her smile grew bigger, seeming to light up her face. "So, you understand," she said.
"And to know that I understand makes you happy," he stated.
Oh my, how love for him ripped through her, tore her to shreds. "Yes, William, it does," she replied.
William leaned down to whisper in her ear, "I'd like to try it again, making love… with you.
"That would be lovely… If you feel, um ready?"
He raised an eyebrow at her, questioning her, and her heart flipped over with his familiar gesture. "Oh William," she declared, "I love you so much." Against her will, and unannounced, her eyes filled with tears.
So quickly, he looked concerned. He rubbed a billowing drop from her cheek with his thumb.
"Don't worry, William. They're happy ones," she said. Yet she knew there was more to it than that. She would tell him about the many different kinds of tears that fall, but only to herself did she admit, that with her love for THIS man, there rang deep inside of her a surge of the loss of the OTHER man she loved, and she would probably never know for sure, but she thought that perhaps, even in gaining the love of THIS man she had still lost the love of her life, even now. And that made her sad.
William took a deep breath, wondering. "Tell me about this 'love' you speak of?" he asked.
Julia had lingered her fingers on the wound she had made in his flesh. She propped herself up on an elbow and looked down into his face. He was so opened. She found her fingers traveling the bulges of his chest as she explained, "It's an amazing, unbelievable warmth that you feel, in your chest…"
William took her hand and placed it to his heart, and said, "Here?" while his sparkling brown eyes held fast to hers.
She nodded, and smiled.
He went on, "It makes you feel both week and strong at the same time, like your floating and sinking, like an impossible feeling, but very good?"
"Yes," she answered.
"I feel it too," he said.
"I know," she replied.
Hunger for him throbbed inside her. She kissed him, the intensity, the heat, rising between them blazingly once more. Before they would make love again, Julia encouraged him to slow down, asking if he could make it last longer, to wait for her, before he surged on to the finish. He understood, remembering the few moments after ecstasy had stolen him that first time, and she had continued on, pumping against him, then rippling so delectably around him, after he had stilled. He accomplished the goal this second time brilliantly, for William Murdoch was nothing but a fast learner.
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Unable to believe his luck, Clegg had given into some of his own earthly desires while watching the couple the second time, having had barely replaced the buttons of his trousers when Master George had burst in complaining that his incompetent servants had lost the creature. Clegg rolled his eyes with relief for having not been caught with his pants down, after Crabtree left. The American spy had not given Murdochy's location away. He felt he owed the beast that much at least. It was only a matter of time, however.
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William had fallen asleep. Julia lie next to him pondering the fact that it would be the first time he had ever slept in his short and crazy life. In the luminous glow of the moonlit room, she admired his body. "True," she thought, "maybe she would prefer a bit less muscle. But he was exquisite." Thoughts of the other William drifted in her background. She hunted for any evidence of past wounds in this William's flesh – an arrow just below the heart, a bullet in his left deltoid, finding none. The lack only magnified in her mind the fact that this William had no experiences. He had no mother, for instance, or sister. He had never been taught math, or science, or poetry by the Jesuits. "How can he ever be William without William's experiences?" she asked herself.
Her own answer cam – she thought not. The grieving thought hit her tremendously hard, tears instantly pooling in her eyes and her heart drowning away in them. She tried to stifle any sounds her sobs would make. She didn't want to wake him. He wouldn't understand. "This place is so odd," she reminded.
Julia snuck out from under the covers, dressed herself in her skimpy corset and bloomers – she left the stockings and heels, considering them useless. Out in the darkened hall, she found herself longing to be under the stars, breathe in fresh air. She would look for a way out.
Gratefully, she found one. A window, in a room she did not know, the one the master had deemed The Zen Room, through which she had crawled out. Inside that same room, Meyers and magenta-haired Nina Bloom seemed to be engaging in after-sex talk. There was certainly no doubt that Master George had called it right when he said he was a, "sweet book-writer from libido-magic mania."
Julia giggled, recognizing that she herself had given in to her libidinous urges in this place – twice, with William of all things. Amazing, just amazing. She looked at the stars twinkling in the sky, and tears took her again. "Not really, William," she reminded herself, "Not really."
She feared she would never see that William, her William, again. But she had this one, and she was quite enamored with him, all the same. Flashes, sparked through her mind – were they memories? she wondered. They felt that way, but wasn't that impossible? She saw William, so beautiful wearing only his pajama bottoms, with their infant son in his arms, the naked skin of the tiny baby gliding along William's bare chest – and he was singing, his voice touching her soul, as she watched unseen, as his lips grazed across the sweet-smelling hair of the baby boy in his arms. The next memory invaded, fading in, from after, or was it before, the one with their child. This image began with her standing in front of a tapestry of a red, five-clawed dragon. She felt intoxicated, floaty, high, and William – My God, he was her husband! – he stepped up behind her, began to nuzzle and kiss her neck, and her insides melted and twisted and tweaked in hungry response to his touch, his warmth… How could these things be? She was to marry Darcy! She was sterile! She felt terribly lost, terribly lost, the unfeasible feelings rendering her nauseous.
Suddenly, Alan Clegg was standing before her. His mannerisms seemed… off. He lit a cigarette, offered her one. Creepy, she thought.
He walked around behind her, and then leaned down so that his slimy voice was in her ear. "You found it quite - pleasurable – Mmm? - so soft so - sensual…"
"Ahh - no - stop - I mean - I - Darcy - Ohhh – Darcy," Julia's words seemed to leak out with the horrifying thought that Clegg would surely tell her betrothed about what he seemed to know… about her having had made love with William – twice.
Clegg slid his slithery hands around her waist. "Shh. Dr. Garland's probably asleep by now. He needn't know. And it was an enjoyable experience was it not?" Clegg's hands slinked up her body, cupped her breasts through the corset. "You did like it, didn't you? There's no crime in giving yourself over to pleasure - is there? We could try for an action replay…"
Now, this was intolerable as far as Julia was concerned. She was working though, to control her rage. She was fairly sure she didn't want to kill Alan Clegg…
Julia grabbed a hold of Clegg's hands and pulled them off of her body. "Mr. Clegg," she started, her tone again strong and confident, "I do not want to insult an important neighbor from our south, but I do insist…" She stood and turned around, shoving him back a step. "That you keep your hands to yourself. Now, I believe that whatever William and I do in the priv…"
"William?" Clegg leaned forward and then chuckled, "William!? You call him William! He is a monster, a creature, nothing more than a savage beast… And what does that say about you, doctor?" he leered.
Boiling, at his insults, first to William and then to her, she blew. Dr. Julia Ogden's hand slapped fast and fierce with a 'crack' across Clegg's cheek. "How dare you judge, you… piss ant! You get your disgusting kicks, sneaking around and peeking in on others." She stepped back and worked to calm herself down.
"Now," Julia straightened what little of her corset her hands could find, with a huff, "Mr. Clegg, I insist that you desist from your… voyeurism. And as far as Darcy is concerned, I have every intention of telling him that I love William and I will not be marrying him."
"Well that is somewhat fortunate for you then," Clegg glared at her like the cat that ate the canary.
"Why?" she demanded, "What do you know?"
That's when Alan Clegg informed Dr. Ogden that her very own toff-doctor fiancé had had… "relations," with none other than that vile, nasty Riff-Raff Higgins. "Although, of course, he was tricked into it, Riff-Raff Higgins sneaking into his room in the dead of night under the guise of being you, the helpless little woman so delicate and frightened in this dreadful, scary castle," Clegg reveled in disclosing the dirty truth of it all.
Before Julia had had a chance to reflect on the conflicting feelings swirling around inside of her, Columbia-professor Emily Grace, dashed out from the castle and swept them up in her whirlwind of panic. It seemed that the creature had escaped! And Master George was furious! And heads were sure to roll! Most likely Riff-Raff Higgins' head, she figured. She warned that the master had armed the men with tranquilizer guns and they were out hunting the creature at this very moment. No one was safe, and the master insisted all the doors and windows in the castle be locked shut. "All hands on deck! All hands on deck!" she insisted.
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Motivated to find William before anyone else did, Julia considered the most likely places he would go to hide. Instantly, she knew he would be inside the lab-room, most likely hidden in the white box!
Lifting the lid of the box, she noticed the load lighten as he added his muscle, from inside the box, to the task. He lay back down inside the roomy box and said, "Oh! It's you - look I'm trying to hide from my creator and his minion – they scare me - I feel that all is not well here. I have been thinking a lot about – all this sex and libido and everything… I have a feeling of foreboding."
Agreeing, but finding that once again her insides were declaring their lustful want for him – for there was surely something insanely pleasure-seeking about this place, she said, "It's all like some terrible dream."
His eyes tracked hers as they perused the course of his body. "Is it true you don't like men with too many muscles?" he asked, doubting it, so wrinkling up his face.
She so adored this expression of William's, she noticed that once again her heart had leapt back to this other man, who she was not engaged to. "Well..." she started to answer him about his muscles. But her mind offered up Clegg, and the awareness that she had been unfaithful to Darcy, and hadn't yet told her betrothed that she intended to call off their wedding. "I'm engaged to Darcy. But your kisses overwhelmed me with an ecstasy I had never dreamed of before - hot burning kisses. My mind screamed - No! - but my lips were hungry, too hungry - I wanted to be loved, and loved completely - my body throbbed excitedly…
Unbeknownst to William or Julia, Magenta-haired Nina Bloom and Columbia-professor Emily Grace had entered the back of the lab-room behind the bleachers. Sent to hunt for the creature and shoot him on sight with the tranquilizer gun, they quickly ducked out of view and turned to face each other, their eyes bugging gleefully with their good fortune. Placing the guns down on the floor, they each fondled the other and whispered together, "Tell us about it Julia." Oh, this had the potential to get quite good – the creature had 'loved her completely' once before (twice really). They were pretty sure he was about to give in to his beastly urges once more.
Julia stroked William's pectoral muscles, savoring in the firm, warm bulges of his flesh. "I've tasted blood and I want more…"
Magenta and Columbia leaned forward, their insides tightened with voyeuristic yearnings, whispering together, "More, more, more."
Julia climbed into the box, lay down on top of him. She kissed the bitten spot in front of his ear, tingling his flesh with memory, her sultry voice in his ear, "I'll put up no resistance. I want to stay the distance. I've got an itch…" she nearly sung with desperation and hunger, her fingers slipped under the string of his loincloth, "…to scratch, and I need assistance…"
William's breath halted with her touch, and a smile grew on her face as she felt his jaw clench tight, fighting it, fighting it so hard.
Julia paused, her last defense falling as she felt him jolt upright in her hand, surging powerful, strong. Uncontrollably, her hips swung into motion, planting her most sensitive, hot, thirsty, drenched spot, rhythmically, primaly, into, into, into, his thigh. Her pace rushed as she sang, "Touch-a touch-a touch me. I want to be dirty. Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me, creature of the night."
Relentlessly, Julia's breathless voice sang softly over him, as she stroked him within her hand under the loincloth, up and down, up and down, "Then if anything grows when you pose, I'll oil you up and rub you down…"
Salivating back under the bleachers, Magenta-haired Nina Bloom and Columbia-professor Emily Grace couldn't believe their luck, gleefully whispering together, with enticing sexual rhythm they rubbed against each other, "Down, down, down."
Underneath her, William had been entertaining the definition of "encouragement" in his mind, but the thoughts had swum away long ago. The most spectacular woman in all the world was… ON him. He had to get closer, smell her deeply, taste her… feel her malleable flesh once more in his hands, press and mold her softness tighter to his body. Both hands cupped her pendulous breasts, so swollen and pink, the creamy orbs bulging deliciously out of the top of her corset just above him. He watched, entranced, as he pushed and pressed her breasts together, exquisite, beyond exquisite, his thumbs slipped back and forth over her erect, pink nipples poking up yet yielding, bending over, with his touch. His mouth watered. His hands wrapped firmly, roughly, behind her, and he pulled her down to him, smothering himself within her plush, spongy cleavage. Wide, he opened his mouth wide and ravaged and sucked her in, his hot breath raging out of him in wild bursts.
Dizzy with intoxicating lust, Julia whispered, as she swung a leg over him and straddled him, "And that's just one small fraction of the main attraction. You need a friendly hand…" She held his tip and sank downward, moaning with the first slippery wet touch, then dropping heavier around him, pressing down, him imploding up, sliding in, tight and hot, she rode him hard as she added, "And I need action. Touch-a, touch-a touch me. I want to be dirty. Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me, creature of the night."
From below her William asked, "Julia, it only seems fair that a woman should also have to ask a man's permission – when it comes to urges, I mean?"
The pleasure of feeling him so close to her one perfect spot, filling her deeply, rendered it challenging for her to reply, and it took a special effort, but she managed to say, "Yes, I suppose. Sorry," with a little conciliatory giggle.
He caught her rhythm from below, wave after wave growing higher, he said, "All the same, I feel I must ask your permission."
"Oh my God, this man has my permission to do anything, anything he wants," she thought somewhere inside her soupy mind. "Wh…"
Kaleidoscopes spinning, her world suddenly flipped! William had rolled her over, trapped her underneath him inside the box. He hammered and hammered and hammered into her with all his might… for he had every intention of touch-a, touch-a, touch-ing her in that one perfect spot…
The crescendo built so quickly, so fiercely. William grunted and grunted with each thrust, wrenching her insides tighter and tighter, excruciating the torque more and more with each thrust. He was close now, very close…
"Slower William. Wait for me," her raspy, desperate voice steamed from below.
Hearing her beckon from within the thunderous rolling waves of the storm, he answered her plea, "Forever, I'd wait for you forever, Julia," he promised, reminding himself to maintain the force for her, but to hold steady. Thoughts, just momentarily, of chimps, and bonobos, and sonic transducers, and galaxies and stars, slowed him.
Listen… Listen… for the silence, just before, when she hovers over her edge.
Then, a feverishly faint moan kissed around his ear. Her plunge would begin! Catch her! Catch her! William rushed, surged, pounded forward with abandon, the fuse had been lit, and they rode the sparkling flame together along its rapid twists and turns, from unfathomable, breathtaking heights, towards the powder keg…
Arrival hit. BOOMED with Delight! Engulfed them, inundated them, submerged them in ecstatic elation, hot, and flowing, and sweet – washing over them, flooding through them, rippling and pleasuring every inch, as they drowned together, erupting and swirling into oblivion in each other's moans, in each other's arms, in each other's hearts. Settling, landing, ground below them…
…The world still spinning around their stillness, William whispered, incredulous, "How can such an enormous feeling exist inside of me, so that I must burst with agony and heaven – how is it possible that I can love you so much?"
Weakened beyond reply, air from within her reached out to him, "William…"
He kissed her hot, delicious, exhausted face underneath him.
"William…" and the tears came.
And he kissed her salty essence more, and more.
Her body shook in his arms, and even though he knew without asking her, although he would never know how, he knew these were good tears. And he kissed them away. And he was happy.
But then suddenly, the lab-room's bright lights flickered on narrowing their soft, blackened pupils, and their peace was disrupted with harried voices and rattling footsteps, and tranquilizer guns metallically clanking and cocking.
Riff-Raff Higgins ran into the center of the room, first spotting magenta-haired Nina Bloom and Emily Grace near the bleachers, then noticing their eyes dart to the closed white box. Immediately behind him, in came Master George, furious and rageful, and on his heels, Meyers and Clegg and Pendrick.
Inside the box, Julia held her hand over William's mouth, for the creature was not yet familiar with the game of hide and seek. However, they both jumped with the sound…
SNAP! Crack! Crack, Master George's whip broke the sound barrier with each flick.
Anticipating the master's wrath, Riff-Raff Higgins begged, "Aaaggghhh! Mercy, Master!"
Julia slowly, quietly reached down to slip back into her bloomers. Her eyes signaled William to retie the string of his loincloth.
Master George's voice changed, desperate, choked-up threatening to break into tears, he yelled, "How did it happen - I understood you were to be watching."
Huddled in a puddle on the floor, Riff-raff Higgins sniveled, "I was only away for a moment, Master…" a sigh of relief escaping as the master's attentions turned to Nina Bloom fiddling with the television monitors.
"Of course!" Master George exclaimed, "See if you can find him on the monitor. Oh Magenta. Oh Murdochy. Oh Murdochy. Oh Murdochy."
Miss Bloom clicked through the monitors. Most rooms were empty.
A gasp from all, the monitor in Darcy's room revealed that a murder had occurred. Dr. Darcy Garland lay with a bullet hole in the center of his forehead, flat out across his bed.
Never lacking in dramatics, Master George suddenly felt as if his corset were strung too tight. "I think I'm going to…" he declared franticly.
"Faint," Riff-Raff Higgins finished his sentence smugly, as Meyers and Clegg caught the dropping master.
Meyers, his cigar shoved quickly into his mouth to free his hands for the incoming catch, claimed authoritatively, "A murder – I would expect nothing else with Murdoch here."
Annoyed Clegg replied, "That creature is NOT Murdoch. And I have reason to believe that he won't be very motivated to pursue the killer anyway," he added, again with a 'cat-ate-the-canary' grin.
"Murdoch always wants to pursue the killer," Pendrick said, knowing from personal experience.
"Not if the murderer is Dr. Ogden," Clegg trumpeted, pleased with the shock it would cause.
Hidden away in the trunk, Julia's heart pounded with panic, and despair. Darcy was dead. It was all her fault. She was the one who brought him here to Toronto… And now they think she killed him!
"Don't worry Julia," William whispered. "We will get the real killer, you'll see," he scooped her into his arms, "Together, we're stronger than anyone."
Shock surged as the lid of the box flung open with a bang. Accepting their fate, William and Julia stood up, their hands above their heads.
All around them, from all sides, tranquilizer guns cocked…