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Moonlighting
By G.K.S
"Down With The Sickness" (song)
-Disturbed (band)
Can you feel that?
Ah, shit
Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel
(Will you give in to me?)
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me
(Will you give in to me?)
Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes (oh no)
There is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me
[Chorus:]
Get up, come on get down with the sickness [x3]
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me
I can see inside you, the sickness is rising
Don't try to deny what you feel
(Will you give in to me?)
It seems that all that was good has died
And is decaying in me
(Will you give in to me?)
It seems you're having some trouble
In dealing with these changes
Living with these changes (oh no)
The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the demon in me
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Oliver ran for all he was worth through the darkened alley. This was not
his night, that was for sure. If he didn't hurry and manage to evade
these gang banging mother fuckers behind him, they'd probably kill him
when they caught up to him. He hadn't done anything wrong per say. He was
just on their turf, and they didn't like him because as they put it, he
was a little fag. Of course, he really was, but with long hair and his
small stature, assholes like them jumped out of the woodwork to harass
him.
Oliver was about five-foot five, and quite small for being twenty-one
years old weighing in at a hundred and eighteen pounds. Despite being so
small and light, he could run rather quickly even if he was awful at
fighting. Oliver squinted into the darkness mumbling to himself, "I must
have taken a wrong turn."
Indeed, he must have, because this alley was so dark he was having
trouble seeing in it. Suddenly as he sprinted at top speed...a brick wall
loomed into vision just before him. He turned and put his back to it,
with nowhere to go with no one around...except for the bastards chasing
him. He could see three shadowy shapes looming into the mouth of this
particular alley. He knew they saw him and they came running until they
stood just before him.
"Little fag boy lost?" the one asked in a Hispanic accent.
"Yea, yea! Lookin for ur' momma little diddy-pants?" another asked in a
voice that sounded Caucasian with no accent.
"You two shut the fuck up. Let's just ice this little mother fucker
before someone finds us." This one sounded white as well, but with a
ghetto tone to it.
Oliver quickly looked around thinking about his mom...he still lived with
his mother and sister since his father had a stroke and died years ago.
"Wait! Please don't kill me! My mother and sister need me! I don't wanna
die!" Oliver shakily said, the last bit seemed clich?d even to the
moronic gang bangers since everybody seems to say that right before the
inevitable.
"Too bad mother fucker. Today ain't your lucky fuckin day now is it?" the
one with no accent said.
Oliver's eyes went wide, he saw steel glinting in the moonlight along
with the teeth of his assailant, which were grinning in a vicious smile.
In an eerie way, everything else about him was nothing but shadows
because of the way the light fell in the alley. Oliver thought that this
was bullshit, the odds weren't fair...I mean three against one and so
dark he couldn't see well enough to fight back? The knife flashed, and he
felt his cheek sting wetly. He knew the assailant was just toying with
him, it was a shallow cut but it was bleeding profusely; the blood
running down his cheek to drip on his shirt.
Just then Oliver heard a voice sounded very feminine, undoubtedly female,
"Oh boys, were you gonna have fun without me?" He looked but didn't see
anyone, but then again the alley way was so dark.
The man with the knife suddenly turned to look, Oliver didn't make a move
because he was still outnumbered.
"Yeah, why don't yah' come out here were we can see ya, bitch," the
Hispanic said, a heavy Spanish accent evident.
"Let me do the talking Roso," the voice with no accent said.
"Little diddy-pants gang banger wants to do his own talking? Big words
for so little a man," came the woman's voice, mockingly; echoing out of
the shadows themselves.
"You're gonna regret that, bitch!" no accent replied.
"Naughty language you naughty little boy, momma's gonna have to spank you
for that," replied the unknown woman, once again in that facetiously
mocking tone. The first few times she spoke there was absolute silence,
even though it seemed as though her voice came from a different spot
every time she replied. Oliver assumed she was moving about them in the
alley, but it was to dark to tell for sure. However, this time he knew
she was, because he heard an echoing sound in the alley...the clicking of
heels.
"Fuckin whore, come on out here and try it," no accent shouted, looking
all around him since the voice never seemed to come from the same place.
She could have been anywhere.
"Oh, alright...if you insist."
Oliver couldn't believe his eyes...a shadowy figure seemed to strut out
of some nearby shadows and into the center of the alley...the moon
lighting her so all could see. Oliver gasped, she was stunning. The
epitome of beauty stood before them in a bright red dress, and high heels
that matched. The dress went just past the knee, and was tapered. The
heels had to be at least four inches, but she seemed to have an unnatural
balance in them, as if walking in them was the easiest thing in the
world
for her. She had bright red hair, big expressive green eyes and full lips
that were curved in a smile. Bright red lipstick sparkled from her lips.
She was thin...large busted (maybe a 34C) and tall at about five foot-
eight or so. She was built like a dancer. Oliver however saw her grin
turn wicked, and knew she wasn't here to dance anything but the dance of
death.
Just as soon as the lead gang banger took his first step, she was gone in
a flash. Literally. She moved so fast that the three men seemed to drop
on their own accord. It was over. Oliver didn't know what she had done to
them...he thought maybe she knocked them over the head. Not killing them
though. She paused next to each one and bit them on the neck...but not
deeply, just enough to scratch the surface and cause some minor bleeding.
Then she turned, with a cat like graceful movement to stare at Oliver.
Her big expressive eyes twinkling in the moon light, reflecting an
unearthly passion. The lips smiling, but not the wicked manner as before
when she grinned at the three gang members. Oliver was so scared he
nearly pissed himself.
"W-Why did you bite them?" he asked in a shaky voice. He was more scared
of her than he had been of them. She seemed to emanate an aura of fear.
"I gave them a gift. When they wake up next, they'll find themselves
being so much better behaved. And they'll also be compelled to do
whatever I tell them, should I ever come across them again. In fact,
they'll wake up as a bunch of sissies, just begging to be dominated.
They'll probably end up with an uncontrollably urge to wear women's
underwear...like a cross dresser on an addiction high."
Oliver didn't know what she meant, but she didn't seem to want to hurt
me.
"Come on...what's your name? You can tell me, I like you. I won't hurt
you," she said with a smile.
"Oliver," He replied solemnly, trying not to look at her. He was afraid
that she might notice and get mad. She put her hand to his chin and
gently lifted his face to look her in the eye.
"Aw. That's an adorable name for an adorable boy," she replied, although
not cruelly.
Oliver laughed a little at the boy comment. "Actually Ma'am, I'm twenty
one years old."
"Are you? You still look like a boy though. You look more like sixteen,"
she said in a sultry voice.
"O-okay," he replied shakily. She was making him nervous. Oliver also
found her absolutely beautiful, and was a bit ashamed that he was stiff
just from looking at her, which confused him all the more. Oliver had
never had a boyfriend, but he most certainly was attracted to men.
This woman though, she was totally different...Oliver found himself being
attracted to her, more strongly than he'd ever been attracted to any
man...and especially any woman. But he kept looking her in the eye,
refusing to drop his gaze any lower than her face. It's something he had
learned well from an early age. If people see weakness, they'll take
advantage of you.
"Well, well, well, Oliver. How would you like to accompany me home? I'd
really love some company tonight. I'm parked just down the street outside
the alley."
Oliver was surprised by her...she seemed so...striking, that much was for
sure.
I followed her...this woman who's name I didn't even know, out to a very
impressive red Porsche Nine-Eleven turbo. Looked like a ninety two. She
gracefully climbed into the car, with a cat like slinkiness to her
gestures and movements. Oliver quietly opened the passenger side door and
sat down, gently closing the door, afraid of slamming the door of an
expensive car.
Hearing her rustling next to him, he turned to see the woman leaning over
the shifted towards him, from her position in the drivers seat. Leaning
in she brought her vivacious lips to his. Oliver was momentarily
surprised, it felt...good, so...so incredibly good. He was hot for her,
and that very fact terrified him.
"Ma'am I-I can't, I'm gay...I don't want this," he told her shakily. He
tried to resist her, her charms, her seductive voice, her unbelievably
voluptuous figure. He broke into a sweat, his body temperature rising
immeasurably.
"Oh, but you do want this...don't you?" she asked in that sensuous and
slightly smoky voice, that caused Oliver's simmering libido to soar into
smoldering.
"Oh-O-Oh my god, oh my god," Oliver stammered, sweating profusely. "I-I
don't even know your name."
"Marion, my name's Marion," she said as she climbed over the center
console, to straddle Oliver in the passenger side seat.
Her lips met his...Oliver tasted her sweet lipstick, probably cherry he
decided thoughtfully. Opening his eyes, he looked into hers to see little
humanity reflected in those smoldering orbs.
"Not here, not here...take me somewhere more comfortable," he told
Marion, wiping rivulets of sweat from his forehead.
'What is it with this woman, why...oh my god, I feel like I'm going to
cum in my pants.' Oliver thought to himself, his jaw clenched, teeth
scraping as he felt himself climax. "O-O-H MY FUCKING G-GOD," he
screamed, overwrought with passion.
Marion just smiled a secretive knowing little smile and climbed back
across into the driver's seat. "Okay sweet pea, I'll take you back to my
place."
Very obviously, Oliver sat shaking in his seat totally in distress, not
even bothering to put on his seat belt. He felt the sticky warm wetness
in his pants...and was disgusted. He felt conflicted that he could feel
so supernaturally attracted to a...woman. Though the more he thought on
it, the more he wanted her. The obsession grew. Spiraling out of control
until he gripped the sides of the leather seat he sat in, his eyes closed
and jaw clenched...just hoping, hoping she'd fuck him. Relief, relief is
all he wanted. All he could think about.
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME! HURRY, I-I CAN'T FUCKING STAND IT!" Oliver screamed,
loud enough that the silence following was deafening.
"Oh sweetie, I'd planned it since I saw you in the alley. You're all
mine...so mine, once you give in to me," Marion replied.
Oliver looked over, to see her push the accelerator down as far as it
would go. The car lurched from the redlight she'd been sitting at. Oliver
blinked, realizing it hadn't turned green. "You just ran a red light."
"I know Oliver. It feels soooooo good to be sooooo bad." Marion cajoled,
looking at Oliver with a unquenchable passion...as strangely
enough...true affection and compassion. Then she suddenly turned her eyes
back to the road saying, "Scream my name, scream it!"
"MARRRRRIIIIOOOONNNN!" Oliver screamed, as he came all over
again...though this time he didn't seem to ejaculate nearly as much,
regardless, it felt better than the first orgasm. It felt better than any
orgasm he'd ever had. EVER.
He felt frustrated; the climax heightened his libido, but didn't relieve
it. "Please, please fuck me Marion, my heart feels like it's going to
burst. Among other things," Oliver said, gesturing towards his crotch
with a pained expression, sweat slicking his skin, giving it an odd
sheen.
"Soon, sweetie, soon."
Oliver nodded, and looked into the mirror in the sun visor...he noticed
strangely enough, that the cut the gang members gave to his cheek, had
healed completely. Oliver realized more than ever, that this woman was
one strange bird.
-~-
By the time the car rolled up to the curb, Oliver was so overworked with
pent up urges and desires, he wasn't able to walk on his own. Marion
picked him up, out of his seat and carried him up to the front door of a
ultra high rise condominium. Oliver's head lolled as he looked around
with delirious eyes, things seemed blurred. He did notice that Marion
carried him with ease, not struggling even the slightest.
Up the elevator, to the very top pent house they went. As Marion strode
off the elevator, smiling down at Oliver who seemed to be in a sexual
stupor. The passion and lust in him hadn't abated the slightest, instead
it'd gotten stronger, and his body was overstrained with the stress of
it. He was getting worse, though Marion knew he'd be fine for some time
yet. Still, she wasn't taking any chances with his health.
As quickly as she could, she carried him into the master suite, which had
a glass roof that gave a pleasant view of the night sky and many stars
above. Setting him gently on the bed, she quickly stripped out of her
gown, kicking her legs to toss off the high heels. Marion then proceeded
to undress Oliver...being careful not to hurt him in the process. Once
his clothes had been tossed to the floor, she mounted him.
"Sweetie, wakey, wakey time. Its time to...uh, get down to business."
Oliver opened his eyes, grabbing her breasts and gently pulling at them.
Marion smiled and lowered herself down to him, so that he could suckle at
her right breast. While that kept him occupied, she guided his rock hard
penis into her delightful inner sanctum. Oliver's eyes widened
momentarily, as he entered her.
As she began thrusting, he came to, seeming to realize that Marion was
making love to him. Feeling her velvety wetness slipping and sliding up
and down his shaft, it was as if every muscle was tensing up. It created
a sort of rhythm within his body. His back arched, lifting him up off the
bed slightly, locked, then released, dropping him flat. All of this in
rhythm with Marion's thrusts...her svelte body weight pressing him down
into the mattress.
He reached up, grasping her naked breasts, sucking on them until a sweet
tasting liquid, entered his mouth. He swallowed with trepidation. Back
arching, body rising and falling, his breathing coming heavy and
irregular. Marion's sweaty body on top of him...it all reached a
crescendo within his mind as he climaxed for the third time that night.
Relief. Oliver felt relief finally, as he pulled his lips away from her
breast she rolled off. Panting on the other side of the bed. Suddenly her
began feeling something else...he felt sick to his stomach. He became
truly terrified when he started to feel an icy hotness engulf him,
causing his skin to sting and tingle. He ground his teeth together, and
hissed in pleasure, "Oh...oh god, what now?"
Ten minutes later Oliver was dressing in a hurry. Throwing glances over
his shoulder at Marion, who was now lying on her side and staring at him
in her nude perfection.
"Oliver, you don't have to get dressed and leave you know. Why don't you
stay?"
"You did something to me, you fucking bitch! I was too wacked out of my
fucking mind before to fight it, but now I realize you screwed with my
fucking mind!"
"Fine, but you won't make it to the elevator at the rate you're
progressing. And you'll just ruin those clothes," Marion said
dismissively.
"Whatever!" Oliver yelled over his shoulder as he strode through the open
doorway.
She was right though, Oliver felt like hell. He staggered almost all the
way to the front door of the penthouse, before suddenly doubling over due
to a mixture of pleasure and pain.
"Ahhhh, it-it feels soooo good," he said, hissing between his teeth while
panting. Suddenly he felt his body throb and change. "What?"
He stared in horrified disbelief as his chest swelled outwards. He had
buttoned his shirt all the way up, so though he couldn't see it,
nevertheless he could most definitely feel it.
"FUCK!" he screamed hoarsely, his voice rising at the last moment.
His breasts swelled larger and larger, ballooning out until he felt
painful pangs as they pushed out against his straining silk shirt. "OW."
The struggle continued until his breasts began swelling outward again,
causing the buttons to give way and shoot off in a variety of directions.
Oliver grimaced at the sound of ripping fabric, as his breasts spilt out
of the silk shirt.
His jeans soon gave way at the snap and zip, and tearing at the seams as
his hips widened, making creaking and grinding noises. He felt his bottom
swelling to feminine proportions, his waist thinning and his face and
crotch tingling intensely. Long kinky black hair fell past his shoulders,
hanging straight and smooth. Holding a feminine long nailed hand in
front
of his face, he watched as his skin darkened slowly, until it was the
color of dark chocolate.
Oliver screamed as his mind was assaulted by foreign thoughts, feelings
and an assortment of beliefs and values.
Olivia stood, and stretched the muscles in her back. "This is something I
could get used to." Olvia said aloud, and she looked about realizing
that
she was taller than Oliver had been by a good five inches.
"Mmmmm, you're a tall one, aren't you?" came a voice from behind her.
Olivia turned, to see Marion standing naked in the doorway of her
bedroom.
"Wanna take the new bod' for a test drive?" Olivia asked playfully, in a
sultry African American voice.
"I'd love to," Marion replied, giving Olivia a come-hither sign with her
index finger.
Olivia smiled, pondering on her predicament. She had all of Oliver's
memories, and she was still him on a fundamentally core level. It was
more like...Oliver's consciousness remained when the Olivia personality
was mixed in with it. He'd think like Olivia, and carry out the
objectives of the syndicate...the organization that Olivia and Marion
were both part of.
Olivia walked into the bedroom, pulling her torn clothes off and throwing
them to the floor. She knew that at sunrise she'd turn back into Oliver,
and Marion would turn back into her male alter-ego. But once night fall
fell...their female alter-ego's came out to play.
"Oliver?" Marion asked.
"Olivia," Olivia answered in dulcet tones.
Olivia could tell that Marion would make a great lover, and things were
going to be extremely interesting from that point on, as a nude Olivia
climbed onto the bed, a equally nude Marion nearlyfalling ontop of her.
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