To Drive Him Batty

"To Drive Him Batty"


"Chapter 2"

Les Fortunes had just begun to work on his REAL assignment when the door was flung open again, and Nukus strode in, looking much calmer than before. 'Oh good,' thought Les, 'he just might let me live...but wait, I haven't finished my assignment yet; I'm dead!'

"I'm here for my monster, cartoonist. It had better be good." Nukus's tone was still dangerous...but his manner was much more relaxed.

Les drew in a breath as if sighing, but he was really searching the air for a particular smell. He found it. They had been at it again; he could detect a faint smell of sex clinging to them. As usual, he didn't react to it. That would only incur Nukus's wrath, as well as Horribelle's. Les might have secretly lusted over her, but that didn't mean he was unaware of the dangers she posed! Still...there was nothing he could do about his situation now. Better to just face the music...He picked up the drawing pad, and handed it over.

Nukus looked at it for all of a second before thrusting it back at him and explodingou cou call this a monster! It's not even halfway done!"

"No, but the one on the next page is." said Les, hoping fervently that Nukus would allow him to keep his balls...

Nukus snarled, but turned the page. His eyes widened in incredulity, and he frowned at the cartoonist in a perplexed manner before regarding the drawing again. It...SHE was green...she looked like a phasm! Flabber was a male phasm, and was unable to physically leave Hillhurst, but female phasms could roam as they pleased until they settled on a prospective husband. In which case, they would marry...and the female would also be unable to leave the house. Their children would have free rein until they were eighteen years old...then they had to be INSIDE a house, or they would pop out of existance forever if they were male. If they were in their parent's house at the moment they turned eighteen, they would be stuck there forever. Not a pleasant situation, and therefor it rarely happened. Phasms rarely had children, though. Les had researched phasms when he had learned of Flabber. It was out of necessity, really, for how could one fight a creature they didn't understand?

This female phasm wouldn't be a true phasm. She would look like one, but if Flabber was paying enough attention to detail, he'd be able to tell. This was unfortunate, but he couldn't do anything about it. He could, however, make it so that Flabber would be too interested in the vision before him to care. She had long black hair that reached almost to the backs of her knees, hair that curled gently and framed her face like an ebony cloud. Her body was slim in all the right places, and swelled in all the right places. Her lips were purple and pouty, and seemed to be made for kissing. Her costume was most intriguing, though...she was dressed from head to toe in black leather, like a dominatrix, and she carried in her hand a coil of leather that wasn't exactly a whip...but could most likely be used as one.

"This isn't what I asked you for, cartoonist." Nukus began.

"I know, I'm sorry, please don't kill me!" Les dropped to his knees and hugged Nukus's leg.

"It's BETTER!" Nukus's face slowly stretched into a grin, and he kicked Les off his leg. "She will be the perfect distraction we need to keep that phasm busy! He will be too wrapped up in this female to help the Beetleborgs when the new monster you're working on attacks!" he was pacing the room, looking at the drawing. "We've never pull one one-two attack before...I like. What is her name?"

"Her name? Well, it's...er...it's...um..." he thought quickly, "Her name is Serena."

"Very well then..." Nukus ripped the page from the book and set it down on the floor of the underground crypt. Taking a huge metal sword from its corner, he held it over the drawing. "Serena, ARISE!" Red lightning struck out and wrapped itself around the form, lifting it into the air. The form grew larger and three dementional, until finally a living woman stood before them. Everything about her spoke of sex appeal. Horribelle found herself becoming jealous as Serena favored Nukus with a sultry look and inhaled, making her breasts strain against the leather of her "shirt".

"Serena, you are to seduce Flabber of Hillhurst, and keep him...occupied for a while. Do what you like to him, but don't give it away that you are NOT a real phasm." Nukus instructed her.

Serena giggled. "'Phasm' rhymes with 'orgasm'..."

"Er...yes..." Nukus agreed, nonplussed. "Well...what are you waiting for? Go seduce!"

"It will be my PLEASURE." cooed Serena, pouting in a way that Horribelle detested, and she teleported to the front door of Hillhurst Mansion.

Horribelle eyed Nukus narrowly. "You DO realize you're sleeping on the couch tonight, right?"

Nukus groaned.

~~~

Serena knocked on the door, standing with her hips cocked at an angle, and with the coil of leather wrapped around the crook of her arm. The door opened after a moment, as if whoever was inside expected her to let herself in. It wasn't Flabber; it was a tall, male vampire with spikey hair. He was shielding his eyes from the sun, and frowning. She licked her lips, and asked in her smoothest voice, "Excuse me, but are you Flabber of Hillhurst?"

The vampire goggled. His eyes had finally adjusted to the brightness, and while he would have tried to either scare off or bite a human woman, he was clearly eyeing her up and down. He didn't look interested in her, merely surprised. This did not make Serena happy. She repeated her question, and he replied, "No, madam, I am Count Fangula of Transylvania. Flabber is in the parlor. Come in, I'm getting a sunburn."

His accent was enchanting, and she favored him with her brightest smile. "Thank you. I am Serena."

She had forgotten her assignment already, but the appearance of Flabber in the doorway reminded her. She blinked. He wasn't bad-looking...but she had no desire to seduce him. She knew who she wanted to seduce, and he was currently walking out of the room. She decided that she would use Flabber to get to Fangula. "Hi, I'm Serena." she told him, smiling, and offering her hand.

Flabber grinned, and shook it. The sexual nature of her costume wasn't lost on him, but he chose not to comment on it. After all, that wouldn't make the best first impression. "Welcome to Hillhurst! I'm Flabber. What can I do for ya?"

"Well, I'm looking for a place to stay for a while...and a male phasm to enjoy that stay with." she smiled again, inhaling.

Flabber was flabbergasted. This girl had practically sent him an invitation to come on to her. He wasn't taking the bait. Something didn't feel...RIGHT. He couldn't put his blue finger on it, but he intended to keep her in the house where he could watch her until he was sure. In the meantime, he would be the perfect gentleman. "Well, that's no problem at all! We have several empty rooms on the second floor. Are you just in town for a few days, or do you plan on becoming a tennant?"

Hadn't he been listening? She groaned inwardly. She knew the games. He was playing hard to get. Well, good. She didn't want to get HIM anyway. That tasty vampire on the other hand...ahhh. "Tennant is good. Kindly show me to my room, and I'll stay out of your hair for today." she grinned, "I'm bushed."

Flabber caught the double entendre, but he said nothing about it. He didn't make jokes or change his form like he did around the kids, and he didn't try to impress her like any male phasm might. He nodded politely, and led her upstairs to the room beside Fangula's. "I'll let you settle in, Miss..."

"Oh, just call me Serena." she dimpled prettily, "We're all friends here."

Right...He turned and left her to herself.

Serena snapped her fingers, and her room was transformed into a den of sex, a "sin bin". The walls were painted red, and there were mirrors everywhere...a large round bed stood in the middle of the room, and the floor was covered with a thick black rug. Bottles of oils and lubricants covered the dresser, and feathers and toys were on a table in the opposite corner of the room. Near the bed was a sort of rack, like the ones medieval people used to stretch people as punishment, only there was no way to stretch anyone. There were shackles for wrists and ankles, and there was a leather strap for the neck...and that was it. This was merely an object of restraint.

She was ready. She left her coil of leather on the bed, and went to claim her prize.

~~~

Count Fangula was in his room, sitting on his coffin and reading "Playvamp Magazine". While he wasn't personally interested in Serena, she had been attractive...and he had reacted as any male might...by getting a hard-on. She walked into his room, which he was sure he had locked, and caught him sitting there with his pants around his ankles, masturbating.

Fangula immediately dropped the magazine and pulled up his pants, tucking in his shirt and sputtering in disbelief. "Don't you knock?"

Serena put the fingertips of her left hand to her mouth, and pretended to be embarrassed. "Oh my...I'm terribly sorry, I thought this was the library..."

"What game are you playing at? We don't have a library! All the books are in the parlor, now if you'll EXCUSE me!" he began to usher her out, but aon aon as his hand came in contact with her arm she teleported out of the room with him. The next thing he knew, he was strapped to a table of some sort. He couldn't remember being physically tied down; it must have happened during the teleportation. The next thing he noticed was that he was naked, his half-erect penis flopping over towards his left. His eyes widened. "What...are you?"

"I'm a phasm, silly!" she told him, giggling.

Fangula swallowed convulsively, and said, "So...why aren't you doing thi Fla Flabber? He's your kind..."

She lowered her lavender mouth to the side of his head, and when she spoke her breath was warm and tickling on the delicate shell of his inner ear. "Flabber is not the one I want..."

Fangula tried to sit up, but he was hopelessly tied. He tried to turn himself into a bat, but somehow his powers were blocked. The vampire was becoming frightened now; he didn't even know this girl, and he was naked and vulnerable before her. "Help! Flabber!" he tried calling, but the girl only laughed.

"He can't hear you...this room has been sound proofed. Now...if I untie you, will you make love to me?"

"No! I insist that you release me at once!" he snapped.

"Wrong answer..." she reached down, wrapped her fingers around his penis, and languidly pumped it to full erection. "You know, I think you do want this...if you were as oppositional as you say, I wouldn't haven abn able to make you erect."

Fangula hissed at her, and continued to struggle. She laughed at the way he jerked his pelvis up, trying to get off the table, but with his limbs secured he could do nothing. He finally lay still, and said, "I never said I wasn't attracted to you...but I refuse to bed you!"

"I'm not giving you a choice, lover...if you won't fuck me...I'll just have to fuck you." she told him. His eyes widened at the use of the word "fuck", and he couldn't do a thing when she got on the table with him, straddling his legs as she leaned over him.

"No...stop this!" he told her, but any words he had been about to say after that were cut off in a gasp of pleasure as she took the tip of his penis into her mouth and sucked on it. "Ohhh...Please, don't...Please stop...I don't even know you..."

"You are about to 'know' me..." she told him between licks, "and you will enjoy it, my friend..."

"I'm not your friend!" he shouted.

She frowned up at him, and snapped her fingers. a silk gag formed around his mouth, so that only strangled mumbling noises were able to emerge. "That's better." she said. "Just lie back and enjoy it."

Fangula tried to chew through his gag as she got off him. What was she doing now? He couldn't turn his head, so he couldn't see. Serena was doing something just out of his line of sight; he could hear the clink of glass as she picked something up and put it down again. He heard several similar noises before she came into view again, with a jar of chocolate sauce and a blindfold. His eyes widened.

"Now, this won't hurt a bit..." she told him, tying the blindfold around his eyes. He couldn't lift his head to make it easier, not that he would have, but he hardly needed to. There were two little holes in the table he was on, and she drew the ends of the blindfold through those two holes and tied them into a knot beneath the table. Now he couldn't see anything at all. He continued to chew on his gag, but he knew it was hopeless.

Serena smiled at his distress; she was enjoying this immensely. She twisted the metal cap off of the glass jar, and dipped her finger into the cool, gooey chocolate. The confection immediately became warm at her touch. She might not be a phasm, but her powers were similar to a phasm's. She was very slow and quiet, so that he couldn't tell exactly what she was doing. He had no idea where whatever it was would come from, so he gasped in surprise when a feeling of warmth blossomed on his torso as she drizzled the chocolate on his prone form. On the slight hollow beneath his ribcage...on his blueish nipples...almost down to his pubic hair. Then nothing. She set the jar on the table, and climbed over him again, straddling his knees. She poked the point of her tongue at his belly button, and licking her way up his chest, she slowly cleaned the chocolate from him. He was painfully aroused, and he wanted to enjoy this...but he wanted it to be HIS choice, not hers. This was essentially rape.

"Nnh!" he gasped as she licked the chocolate from his nipple, then sucked it gently before moving to the other one. His chest and stomach were cleaned of most of the chocolate, but were still a bit tacky from it. He found himself unconsciously moving his hips, rubbing his penis against the smooth leather that encased her tight, toned body. He stopped doing it when he realized, but a sudden warmth on his groin made him buck his hips a few times. She had drizzled the chocolate directly onto his crotch, and he knew what was coming next. He forced himself to hold still, though it was no easy task, while she lapped the chocolate slowly from his testicles. Her tongue was so warm...so moist. She trailed her tongue up the underside of his cock, then swallowed it down with one pass. Deepthroating was no problem for her...it was inhuman how easy it was for her to get all six inches of him down her throat in one gulp. But then again, she wasn't human.

He couldn't help it. He moaned aloud as she took him in to the root, and it was almost too much when she extended her tongue while she was deepthroating him, and licked his scrotum. Then, suddenly, she stopped. "No!" he cried out behind his gag before he could stop himself. He hoped she wouldn't understand that, but she had.

Serena removed his gag, and said, "Maybe I should just leave you as you are."

"You...but..." he gasped, straining to move so that he could get the blindfold off. It was no good. He had been so close to coming...How could she force him into a position like this, only to stop when he was just getting into it? "Finish it!"

"I don't feel like it." she laughed, still straddling his legs. He could hear her removing her clothing...first the top...then she got off him and removed her boots...then her tight leather pants.

"Please!" he struggled at his bonds, but it was no good.

"No." she replied, sitting naked inearbearby chair and crossing her legs. "I'll let you cool down for a while. You'll find that when stimulation is stopped just at the point of orgasm, the final explosion is that much more fun! I want you to enjoy this as much as I will when I finally decide to fuck you."

He growleder der his breath, and just lay there. It wasn't like he had a choice...

About ten minutes had passed, and his penis slowly shrank and became limp. His testicles felt swollen, and he knew that the slightest touch on his member would bring him to full erection again in moments. He cursed her. Cursed her for making him want this. Cursed her for feeling so good. Damn it, he DID want this! If she were to free him, he would have sex with her most willingly.

But he didn't know what it was she wanted. She had pleasured him orally...and she intended to recieve the same treatment. But not yet. She smiled, and propped her foot on the armrest of the chair, and reached down with her left hand to touch herself. Her pubic hair was almost nonexistant, except for a decorative "V" shape on her mons, pointing downward towards her honeypot. Her body was a pale, seafoam green...but within her nether lips the green darkened to emerald. She inserted one finger inside, and used the moisture she found there to lubricate her clitoris as she began to masturbate. She hissed inward through her teeth, and let her breath out in a soft, drawn-out "Yesssss..."

Fangula perked his ears and listened. At first he only heard a soft panting...but soon she began to make little whimpering noises, and there was a lot of "ooh-ing" and "ah-ing" going on.

"Mmmmmnnn..." she whimpered quietly, "Yesss...ooh...oh, Fangula...oh God...I want your cock in me so bad...ooh, yes...yes...YES!" she stopped at the brink of orgasm, and let herself wind down a bit. She was pleased to note that Fangula was breathing raggedly, and his penis was once more erect and was laying flat up against his belly. "Yeahhh..." she grinned, keeping up the pretense to guage his reaction, "Your big, thick dick...God, I want it so bad..."

"Then take it!" he cried abruptly, moving his hips in a lewd parody of fucking, "Damn you, take it, but don't leave me here like this!"

"Not yet..." she stood up, and walked to him. She touched his lips with her moist fingers, and he could smell her arousal...it wasn't an unpleasant smell, but a clean, earthy one. He took her finger into his mouth, and sucked it. Biting didn't even occur to him. "You taste my pussy on my fingers?"

"Mm-hmm..." he mumbled, licking and sucking first one digit, then the next.

"Would you mind terribly...I haven't come yet...and I want you to do to me what I did to you. Well, sort of. It's a bit different with a girl. Can you manage?"

He didn't want to...but if it meant she would finally bring an end to her cockteasing...He nodded, and she got on the table and lowered herself over his face. He had never performed oral sex before, but he had read about it. He found her clit with his tongue, and he was tentative at first. He licked up between the innermost folds, up to the bud of her clit, and he flicked it gently with the tip of his tongue, gentle, feather-soft flicks. Then when she began to react to that, he brought the flat surface of his tongue over her sensitive button and moved his head up and down. He wasn't the best...but he wasn't the worst either. She was soon moving her hips in time with his tongue strokes, and crying out in ecstasy. "Yes! Yes, just like that...just like that...yeahhhh..."

Serena didn't let him bring her to orgasm. She climbed off his face, and straddled his waist. She lowered her head, and kissed him soundly on the mouth. He responded with surprising vigor, and she asked him, "If I release you, will you make love to me?"

"Yes...anything...please..." he moaned, trying desperately to find her entrance with his probing member, but she was too high.

Serena got off of him and snapped her fingers, and the bonds as well as the blindfold disappeared. If there was any chance for him to get out, this was it...

Fangula leapt from the table, grabbed onto her with a growl, and crushed his mouth against hers. He grabbed her right breast with his left hand, and squeezed it painfully. He was angry that she had kept him so revved up for so long. She didn't stop him; she loved this. In fact, she reached down and began to jerk him off as they stood there...but he threw her hands off. He wanted it HIS way. He lifted her in his arms, and tossed her onto the bed. Climbing over her, he wasted no time in entering her and thrusting like a madman. "You bitch!" he growled as he fucked her, "You tease! You...YOU!"

"Yes!" she cried out, grabbing his buttocks and forcing him in deeper. "Fuck me! Yes!"

"Oh, I'll FUCK you all right...you won't be able to sit down when I'm done with YOU!" he growled, sucking her neck, and restraining himself from biting her. Oh, he wanted to bite her...but he wanted to fuck her first. Her nails raked at his back, and he hissed in mingled pleasure and pain. He felt himself approaching the brink, but he forced it back, thinking of baseball, thinking of anything non-sexual, and squeezing his pelvic muscles. He wanted to be in control of everything, including when he came. He had been under her control for all of twenty minutes, but that was far too long. She grabbed his buns again, and gave them a whack. "Nngh!" he groaned, "Do that again!" SMACK! "OH! That's the stuff...yeah..." He ground his hips into her, forcing himself in so deep that his balls became coated with her inner wetness. As he did this, his pubic bone pressed rhythmically against her clitoris, and she ground against him with equal fervor.

Fangula stopped thrusting, but he wasn't through yet. He got off of her, and flipped her over onto her stomach.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Turnabout is fair play." he told her, his voice almost playful, and she felt him tying her hands behind her back with her own whip. She smirked; she could easily make this puny leather object disappear, or turn into a snake that would strangle him, but she let him think he was winning; she had what she wanted, after all. He lay on top of her back, not penetrating her, and slowly rubbed his wet cock against her back, moving back and forth in gentle strokes as if he were slowly making love to her. He cared nothing for her pleasure...he was drawing it out for himself now. He kept himself at the brink of orgasm for about two minutes doing this, rubbing for a bit then stopping, then rubbing again. He backed up and licked the small of her back, tasting her essence there from where he had just rubbed himself, then he straddled her and hunched his hips back and forth, drawing his balls across the slick surface. He was enjoying himself immensely, particularly when she began to squirm and moan, wanting desperately to have him fuck her some more. He held very still for about five minutes so that he wouldn't come right away when he made his move, then told her, "Get up on your knees."

She easily guessed what he wanted, and pointed out, "I can't give it to you that way with my hands tied."

He wordlessly untied her, and she got down on all fours. She began to spread her legs for him, but he forced them closed to make a tighter fit for himself. He crouched behind her, and pressed his swollen penis into her hot, moist center. It was tough to get it in at first, the fit was so tight. Inch by inch, slowly, he entered her. This new position created new pressure points, and he knew he wouldn't last long. But that didn't matter much to Serena...this new position put his penis in perfect allignment with her G-spot. While he had rubbed against it before, now he was PINNED against it. She moaned like a cat in heat and ground against him, almost coming, so CLOSE to coming. Fangula began to thrust, slowly at first to make sure her tightness wouldn't squeeze him out, then faster and faster...harder and harder.

Serena finally got what she wanted; a blinding, earth-shattering orgasm. And Fangula wasn't far behind. He grunted and panted as he continued to thrust, and finally he began to jerk and moan. "I'm...oh...I'm gonna come! Unh...Oh...OHHHHHHH!" he suddenly went rigid, then he thrust a few more times, his rhythm eratic now...then, finally, he collapsed on top of her with a satisfied sigh. He had never come so long, or so hard in his life...and having lived for more than three hundred years, that was saying something.

Author's Note: Yes, I finally got a review! This story isn't finished yet, though...I think another chapter or two...?