START THE FUCKING FLICK!

“Hear what?” I say as I smile. “The only sound I care about is the sweet music of this babe blowing me.”

Columbia continues to suck, and she averts her eyes from both Frank and I. It was probably for the best.

Frank narrows his eyes and then he balls his fists. “How did you find this place?” He immediately scowls at Columbia.

She shivers against my form.

“Don’t blame her,” I say with a wide sneer. “I made her show me this place. I wanted to fuck her in a special place. After all, we’ve already fucked in all of the other rooms.”

Frank’s mouth formed a dangerous pout. “I never gave you permission to engage in sexual relations with one another.” He paused for a long moment. “I am not pleased.”

“Don’t you always say that we should give ourselves over to absolute pleasure and swim the warm waters of sins of the flesh?” I say.

Maybe I pushed it too far. Yeah… I totally pushed it too far. At first, Frank’s eyes widen so wide, his eyeballs nearly roll out. Then he smiles. It's the kind of smile that makes devils cringe, and makes angels burst into flames.

“Yes, I do say that.” He crawls onto the bed beside us. “Eddie, do you like this precious little morsel.”

His eyes lock with mine, and I can’t lie. “Yes.”

“Good,” Frank says.

With gentle hand, he pulls Columbia off of my dick and then forces her face to look right into his.

“Here is what is going to happen,” Frank says. “Eddie, you’re going to sit there and watch me fuck her over…” he licks his lips. “And over again. I WILL expend my seed in her most holy of places, and YOU…” he pokes me in the stomach… hard. “Are going to eat it out of her so I can do it all over again. Once I’m satisfied with her, she is going to watch while I dominate your body. I’m going to leave my seed in you though, and you are forbidden from removing it. It will have to drain naturally.”

He lets out a dirty laugh. “And another thing; you two are forbidden from having sexual relations again.” His eyes grow hard. “Tell me you understand.”

My voice is not my own, and I speak out in unison with Columbia. “I understand.”

Frank was not gentle with Columbia, and he only seemed to grow more rapacious the harder she began to sob. Whenever I cleaned her out, I tried to be gentle and affectionate. I could tell by the way that Columbia’s cries and whimpers got less intense that she knew my intentions.

As hard and cruel as Frank was to Columbia, he was infinitely more vicious with me.

***

The last few days had been the most terrible in all of my existence. I had not seen Columbia since the lab incident, but I’ve heard her voice. Too bad it was only in the form of pain-filled sex screams. Could she hear mine too? Frank had ravaged me at least a dozen times a day, and my only breaks occurred when he tortured Columbia.

“It is in theory,” Frank replies. “I have already identified the perfect brain sample to harvest as well. To be honest, I plan on only using half of the specimen’s brain for the host body, to test the base-level performance of the host. Once we establish that, we will be able to grow hos bodies for everyone on Transexual! The Invasion will be marvelou.” Another dirty laugh crackles through the air. “ Mark my words, Vista-Count, I hold the secret...”

“To life?” the voice asks

“To life!” Frank replies.

“Itself?” The voice is overcome by excitement.

“ITSELF!” Frank roars.

A round of furious applause thunders over what sounds like speakers, but it dies down after a moment.

“Frank-N Furter,” The voice says. “If this is true, then you will be the most prominent scientist on all of Transexual.”

“In all of Transylvania,” Frank corrects.

The voice says, “Yes, yes. It is too bad we can not see this host for ourselves. You telling me is one thing, but the Council is very wary of you. Especially after the last planet you tried to conquer.”

Conquer? Invasion? What the hell were they talking about? I gaze over at Columbia, but she simply shrugs.

“Well, why don’t you and the Council perform a site visit?” Frank says. “The vermin on this planet are easily fooled. Just adopt disguises, ride motorcycles, and say that you’re here for an annual convention, or something.”

“Motor… cycles?” The voice asked. “What are motor cycles?”

How could they not know about motorcycles? Motorcycles were the best thing about life ever. They would have to from …

My throat goes dry.

… another planet… or something.

My mind buzzes, and the urge to retch neary claims my conscious mind again. I honestly didn’t mean to, but I let out a little gasp.

A deep silence lingers in the room.

“What was that?” The voice askes.

Frank replies with more than a comfortable amount of suspicion in his voice. “I’m not sure.” A few clip-clops of the heels knocks on the floor, and each step gets closer. “I’ll make sure my assistants send you all the information you’ll need for your visit.” Several more steps closer.

The voice replies, “We look forward to seeing you and this host body in person.”

I grab Columbia’s hand, and then fall onto the bed. My weight pulls her down on top of me, and my other hand goes to my pants. I can already hear the authoritative clack of Frank’s heels increasing in pace. My cock comes out and I desperately point to it.

Columbia’s lips are around my shaft in seconds, and bless her heart, she’s sucking like her life is depending on it. My eyes roll back.

The curtain flings open, and blinding light cascades into the little alcove. The outline of Frank’s form blocks out some of the light, but I still squint.

“What are you two DOING?” Frank asks, anger spewing from his voice like a volcano.

Columbia peeks up at him, her mouth clamped on my junk.

“Wha-” I say. “We were just messing around and -”

Frank enters the alcove and lets the curtain fall behind him.

“How much of that did you hear?” Frank’s voice is dangerous.

“It is in theory,” Frank replies. “I have already identified the perfect brain sample to harvest as well. To be honest, I plan on only using half of the specimen’s brain for the host body, to test the base-level performance of the host. Once we establish that, we will be able to grow hos bodies for everyone on Transexual! The Invasion will be marvelou.” Another dirty laugh crackles through the air. “ Mark my words, Vista-Count, I hold the secret...”

“To life?” the voice asks

“To life!” Frank replies.

“Itself?” The voice is overcome by excitement.

“ITSELF!” Frank roars.

A round of furious applause thunders over what sounds like speakers, but it dies down after a moment.

“Frank-N Furter,” The voice says. “If this is true, then you will be the most prominent scientist on all of Transexual.”

“In all of Transylvania,” Frank corrects.

The voice says, “Yes, yes. It is too bad we can not see this host for ourselves. You telling me is one thing, but the Council is very wary of you. Especially after the last planet you tried to conquer.”

Conquer? Invasion? What the hell were they talking about? I gaze over at Columbia, but she simply shrugs.

“Well, why don’t you and the Council perform a site visit?” Frank says. “The vermin on this planet are easily fooled. Just adopt disguises, ride motorcycles, and say that you’re here for an annual convention, or something.”

“Motor… cycles?” The voice asked. “What are motor cycles?”

How could they not know about motorcycles? Motorcycles were the best thing about life ever. They would have to from …

My throat goes dry.

… another planet… or something.

My mind buzzes, and the urge to retch neary claims my conscious mind again. I honestly didn’t mean to, but I let out a little gasp.

A deep silence lingers in the room.

“What was that?” The voice askes.

Frank replies with more than a comfortable amount of suspicion in his voice. “I’m not sure.” A few clip-clops of the heels knocks on the floor, and each step gets closer. “I’ll make sure my assistants send you all the information you’ll need for your visit.” Several more steps closer.

The voice replies, “We look forward to seeing you and this host body in person.”

I grab Columbia’s hand, and then fall onto the bed. My weight pulls her down on top of me, and my other hand goes to my pants. I can already hear the authoritative clack of Frank’s heels increasing in pace. My cock comes out and I desperately point to it.

Columbia’s lips are around my shaft in seconds, and bless her heart, she’s sucking like her life is depending on it. My eyes roll back.

The curtain flings open, and blinding light cascades into the little alcove. The outline of Frank’s form blocks out some of the light, but I still squint.

“What are you two DOING?” Frank asks, anger spewing from his voice like a volcano.

Columbia peeks up at him, her mouth clamped on my junk.

“Wha-” I say. “We were just messing around and -”

Frank enters the alcove and lets the curtain fall behind him.

“How much of that did you hear?” Frank’s voice is dangerous.

Columbia tries to raise her head up, but I place my hand on the back of her head and force her to continue. Normally, I’m not so rapey, but she can’t get us in trouble if her mouth is full. Or rather, she can’t get herself in trouble.

“Hear what?” I say as I smile. “The only sound I care about is the sweet music of this babe blowing me.”

Columbia continues to suck, and she averts her eyes from both Frank and I. It was probably for the best.

Frank narrows his eyes and then he balls his fists. “How did you find this place?” He immediately scowls at Columbia.

She shivers against my form.

“Don’t blame her,” I say with a wide sneer. “I made her show me this place. I wanted to fuck her in a special place. After all, we’ve already fucked in all of the other rooms.”

Frank’s mouth formed a dangerous pout. “I never gave you permission to engage in sexual relations with one another.” He paused for a long moment. “I am not pleased.”

“Don’t you always say that we should give ourselves over to absolute pleasure and swim the warm waters of sins of the flesh?” I say.

Maybe I pushed it too far. Yeah… I totally pushed it too far. At first, Frank’s eyes widen so wide, his eyeballs nearly roll out. Then he smiles. It's the kind of smile that makes devils cringe, and makes angels burst into flames.

“Yes, I do say that.” He crawls onto the bed beside us. “Eddie, do you like this precious little morsel.”

His eyes lock with mine, and I can’t lie. “Yes.”

“Good,” Frank says.

With gentle hand, he pulls Columbia off of my dick and then forces her face to look right into his.

“Here is what is going to happen,” Frank says. “Eddie, you’re going to sit there and watch me fuck her over…” he licks his lips. “And over again. I WILL expend my seed in her most holy of places, and YOU…” he pokes me in the stomach… hard. “Are going to eat it out of her so I can do it all over again. Once I’m satisfied with her, she is going to watch while I dominate your body. I’m going to leave my seed in you though, and you are forbidden from removing it. It will have to drain naturally.”

He lets out a dirty laugh. “And another thing; you two are forbidden from having sexual relations again.” His eyes grow hard. “Tell me you understand.”

My voice is not my own, and I speak out in unison with Columbia. “I understand.”

Frank was not gentle with Columbia, and he only seemed to grow more rapacious the harder she began to sob. Whenever I cleaned her out, I tried to be gentle and affectionate. I could tell by the way that Columbia’s cries and whimpers got less intense that she knew my intentions.

As hard and cruel as Frank was to Columbia, he was infinitely more vicious with me.

***

“What is it?” I ask, the tension in my voice as clear as day. “Do you see someone?” I lick my crusty, dry lips. “D-do you see Frank?”

Columbia shakes her head, points at the object beneath the red sheet, and then swallows hard.

“There,” she says in a reserved whisper. “The body is in there.”

For a long moment, I just stare into her beautiful eyes, uncertain of her meaning. Great realization wraps around me seconds later, and with dreadfully drawn out effort, I turn to look at the object obscured by the red sheet. Slowly, I start to life the sheet so I can see what lies within.

The sudden activation of the elevator careens into my ears, and I glance back to Columbia. Are her eyes as large as mine?

She runs over to me, grabs my hand, and drags me over to the stairs. Before I know what’s going on, I find myself on the other side of the curtain.

Columbia and I are in a dark room, but light streaming in through a stained glass window illuminates enough to make out the decor. Everything in the room is lavish, which is typical of Frank’s tastes. The stained glass window depicts a half-naked bearded guy holding up the world. I think his name is Atmas, or maybe it's Altas. Fuck if I know, I hated history. A massive bed with black-velvet sheets and blankets is on the floor right underneath the window.

Columbia crouches down beside the curtain, and holds her index finger across her lips. I kneel beside her.

The elevator hums to life after a brief pause, and then it stops again. Beads of sweat swirl into existence on the back of my neck. The metal door of the elevator slaps open loudly, and the clip-clop of heels clacker across the floor.

Does Frank know we’re here?

My body starts to tingle, or more specifically, my penis hardens with lightning tickles. A great hunger roars in me; and judging from the quivering of Columbia’s irises, she feels it too.

The heeled footsteps were on the other side of the room. A couple of strange noises danced on the air, followed by static, like from a malfunctioning TV set. Just as soon as it started, the static stops.

A voice as oiley as the inside of an car engine speaks out. Its deep, and yet more baritone than any person I’ve ever met.

“Frank-N-Furter,” the voice says. “Your report is past due. The Council is most… displeased.’

An all too familiar dirty laugh ripples back in response. “My dear Vista-Count, it pains me to hear of the Council’s displeasure, but I assure you, I have discovered some incredible findings.”

“Findings?” The strange voice asks. “What findings?”

Frank replies, “My assistants and I have been extracting DNA samples from numerous specimens, analyzing the mutability of their bio-molecular codings, and experimenting with the creation of perfect host bodies.”

“Yes, yes. You indicated that in your last report, which was submitted four hundred and seventy planetary rotations ago.” The voice grows angrier. “You know full well that you were commanded to provide reports every two-hundred planetary rotations.”

“Yes,” Frank says, quite undeterred. “My assistants and I have just completed the complete fabrication of a perfect host body. The only step left is to acquire a suitable brain to input into the skull of the host body, and viola.”

A long silence lingers, and I stare deeply into the fabric of the curtain, an inch from my face.

A constant hum dances all around us. Anyone in the house can hear it, surely. Dread starts to violently drown my soul in the blackness of my fear. I’m no longer the bad ass biker dude who just got done fucking, but I’m a petrified little boy.

Columbia just watches me, motionless and judgeless.

As we rise through the various floors, I can see the surrounding rooms through the bars in the elevator. And if I can see out…

We eventually get to a wide, pink-tiled room. The elevator stops, and its only at this point that Columbia opens the metal cage door. She stares at me, doesn’t move, and doesn’t say anything.

“Is this the lab?” I ask.

She nods.

I slowly step out and examine my surroundings. The room itself is… well, its weird. I’ve seen my share of sci-fi movies that the drive in, and the shows on the TV, and this ‘lab’ looks like nothing I have ever seen before.

There is a raised platform with a long and wide object covered in a red sheet. Two posts are higher on either end of the object, and it makes me think of some kind of giant ‘M’. There is a strange series of monitors, switches, and toggles to the right of the covered object. Besides the monitors is a large red door. The words ‘DEEP FREEZE’ are painted in black lettering above a small red, rectangular box beside the red door.

A pair of ramps line the right side of the room, leading to a platform where there are hand-holding bars. Just above the obscured object, there is a large circular area along the ceiling. This circular area is painted blue, contrasting well with the pinkness of the rest of the room. Golden stars are within the blue area, and at its center is a strange red circular contraption. I once saw something similar on that one Twilight Zone Episode. There are various ‘naked men’ statues around the room in various places and doing various poses, but for Frank, its par for the course. To the left of the obscured object, there is a set of stairs leading to a wide, pink curtain.

“This is the lab?” I whisper. My voice carries.

Columbia just nods.