The First Kiss of Madness (The Rocky Horror Picture Show fan fiction)

Chapter Two: Emma

The first time Frank found me I was so far deep in a hole, I thought I was truly done in. I was poor and jobless, but wanted to take a wild adventure. I had received an eviction notice that morning, telling me that I had a week to find someone else to live. Though, lucky me, I didn’t have to worry about that. How He found me was really shameful, actually. I was sleeping in an alley, drunk and high. That day wasn’t a good day at all. 

I watched him as he walked towards me, so seductively and enticing. His hips swayed so evenly and in time with the click of his heels across the pavement. *Click*, *click*, *click*, it annoyed me. But watching him through my blurry eyes, I felt entitled to get up and great him. 

But before I could focus on him, and what he looked like, I must have passed out. When I awoke, I was laying in a bed of silk, satin, purple sheets. 

“Where am I?” I didn’t know how long I had been unconscious, or where I the strange man brought me, or even who he was. The room I awoke in was rather nice; the purple sheets, a large ceiling mirror lay above the massive bed, red velvet curtains covered the chamber windows, and it provided a nice red glow for the room. 

I went to stand up, but staggered and fell back on the bed. I was in heels! Then I noticed my outfit; a blue corset that had shear sleeves which covered my back and arms, a comfortable and simply black thong, black, ruffled garters that were attached to fishnet stockings. And of course, the blue heels. There was something in my hair that felt like a flower accessory. I laid back on the bed to examine myself in the mirror. “I look hot! Good thing I’m in shape…” 

There was a giggle in the corner of the room.

I wanted to call out to see who was there, but I wouldn’t show any signs of weakness or fear. So I just stood up, and turned my attention the corner where the sound came from. He was standing there.

His dark eyes were closed, and his red lips were pressed together in a smile. His dark, curly hair hung loose and lightly around his face, he had one leg bended resting against the wall, and his arms were folded across his chest. He wore an outfit very similar to mine. Only his corset, that covered a rather broad chest, was black, and covered with beads and glitter. And his heels were black and glittery with a thick, white heel. He looked so gorgeous standing there. 

“Are you the man from the ally?” I asked eagerly.

He opened his eyes and smiled showing his impeccable white teeth, “I’m anyone you want me to be.” he whispered seductively. His voice was beyond fucking sexy! As smooth as a women’s voice, but as deep as a man’s voice.

I felt attracted to him, and desired him to be inside of me. I wanted to feel him moving between my legs, pushing deeply and hardly. I wanted to feel his manhood, and taste every part of him. I wanted him to seduce me right here, right now, and touch my breasts. I would go so far as to have him eat me out.

He must’ve had the same idea, because he came towards me with a passionate expression. He grabbed my hips, and began kissing me. And I gave myself completely over. 

He tore my clothes off of me, not caring if any of them ripped or frayed. He threw them aside while kissing me still, and began undressing himself. I assisted him in removing his clothes, and he pushed me onto his bed. He began kissing my inner thighs, sliding his hands up them eagerly reaching for my vagina. His fingers found their way inside, and I rolled back moaning. Then his mouth connected, and his fingers remained rubbing. I could feel his tongue fiercely moving inside of me, missing no part of it. He looked up at me, but I again laid back, slightly arching my back. 

His lips were then working their way up my body, kissing my torso, then my ribs, and his tongue found my breasts. He began gently sucking at my nipples, but kept one hand between my legs. He then found my lips and placed himself right on top of me. Both hands gripped my face, and mine wrapped around his thick neck. And in a moments pause, his manhood found its’ way inside too. 

That first push was so hard, I practically screamed at the sensation of it. And it stayed that way for a bit; him repeatedly pushing deeper inside wanting more. We were both working towards our climax, when he rolled over on his back and wanted me on top.

I wasn’t a virgin and had had sex many times before, but only once or twice I had been on top. I obliged eagerly. I got on top of him, and let him enter me again. I did not hesitate to begin, and I did not wimp out. I went as hard as he did, pushing him towards his climax as I was reaching mine. Almost in unison we had reached it, and moaned so loud it was defining. 

I laid my head on his chest and was breathing deeply. He had his hands on me, playing in my hair, but I wasn’t finished yet. I moved down his body, kissing him as I went, and my mouth found his manhood. 

After I had finished with that, I laid next to him. He was still breathing deeply. He looked at me, and kissed me again. 

“What’s your name?”

“Sabrina.”

“That’s a interesting name. Not very common where I’m from. Ever thought about changing it”

“Yeah, actually. I hate it. What’s yours?”

“Dr. Frank N Furter.”  A doctor? Maybe I had really gotten lucky!

“What kind of doctor, Furter?” 

“The kind they don’t teach you about in school.” I looked cautiously at him. Is that good or bad, I thought. “Do you trust me?” He asked.

“Yes.” Strangely enough, I did. Even if I did just meet him, we just fucked in all and I felt trusting. 

He got up, and walked towards the door. He winked and left, butt naked. When he came back, he had one hand behind his back. I sat up, and quivered from the slight soreness between my legs. He climbed back into the bed, and kissed me. His tongue was reaching down my throat, and we were both moaning. 

He leaned back, and removed his hand from behind his back. “Then let the experiment begin.” And the needle was jabbed into my arm. 

I could feel the sticky syrup crawling through my veins, consuming every inch of me eventually. It burned as it crawled around in my chest, and made my limbs numb and my head ached. Suddenly the ceiling began to twirl above me, and I felt like I was suddenly floating. The agony was almost unbearable when my entire body was consumed, but it quickly went numb all over. I felt dizzy too.

I heard voices, or maybe one voice, and my body was being clothed and moved into a funny smelling place. As incoherent as I was, I could make out that it was a lab of some sort. This is it. My death. How noble, I sarcastically thought. 

Then I felt as if I was looking down at myself and Furter. He was wearing his underwear, and nothing else. He walked over to a cabinet, and pulled out a green lab coat. A humpbacked man helped him put it on, and a women with red, curly hair, tied it. They then proceeded to strap my body down. 

But then things had gone black. 

When I awoke, my mind was foggy and my body ached terribly. I did not struggle when I felt I was still strapped to the table, but I laid there patiently. My mind began jumping to a million conclusions, but stopped when a girl moaned. I turned my head to the left, and there was a girl with beautiful brown hair laying, strapped down too, on a table as well. She turned and looked at me, and oh how beautiful she was. Her eyes filled with horror when she realized what was happening to us. 

“Help,” was all she muttered.

*I hope you all enjoyed chaper two! I know I said it was going to be posted Tuesady, but I just couldn't wait! Leave comments and suggestions predicting what will happen to Sabrina and how she becomes Emma. And guess who's on the table next to her! Te next chapter will be psted by next Tuesday at the latest instead. Not going to specify what day yet.*