Adult-FanFiction.org : Television / Streaming

Zoey In Distress	By : tooshoes Category: G through L > Gotham Views: 4238 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Gotham, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 4
- 5
- 6
I wake up on the bench in the Kindling Club wearing a blue & white mini dress. All of the lights in the building are shut off except those above the stage. Selina is dancing naked under the lights while the Tweeds gawk at her excitedly, but she's not acting like herself or like any stripper I've ever seen. She's acting like a cat, slinking around and meowing.
I don't immediately notice that Jervis is sitting beside me, but I'm not startled when he says, "Remember when we last sat here, Alice?"
I blink, feeling confused, "I'm Zoey... Right?"
Jervis frowns. His eyes penetrate mine, and he touches my cheek. "I would never lie to you."
My heart skips a panicked beat, and I put my hand to my chest and say with an apologetic smile, "Oh, no, of course not Uncle Jervis."
"Just Jervis," he corrects with a smile, then repeats, "Do you remember when we last sat on this bench?"
I shiver and nod. I remember it very well, but I've been trying to forget it for the five years since.
He smiles reassuringly. He looks off towards the stage, but he seems to be looking much further away. "We had a nice conversation."
"I – I'm not sure of what I remember," I say.
"I remember it perfectly," he says, and I know whatever he's going to say is the truth. "I was watching you sitting here alone with a beautiful smile, and you were pretend-singing the songs that your sisters on stage were dancing to. That's what you called them, your sisters, so I said you could call me your brother."
I smile back at him. Now that he reminds me, I do remember. "And you sat down and pretended to sing with me."
His eyes light up, touched that I remembered. "That's right! And you were wearing a dress just like this one. A bit smaller, though, of course. I asked you why you chose that dress..."
"Because Alice in Wonderland was my favorite movie that week, and I wanted to be Alice," I say. Back then, I had a new favorite Disney movie every week, and I watched that movie over and over until I memorized it.
He nods enthusiastically, saying, "I remember telling you it was my favorite movie, too, and you said that things were getting 'curiouser and curiouser.'" He laughs, but then his expression turns serious, almost solemn. "That's when I fell in love with you."
I stop breathing. That's not how I remember it, and I'm surprised he would admit it, but now that he says it, I know it's true. "You said I was so small that you could throw me up, and I would parachute down with my skirt, like in the movie."
He nods. "And you whispered in my ear that you'd be so embarrassed because you weren't wearing any underwear."
I swallow, and I realize that I'm not wearing any underwear now. I don't even remember having this dress in my wardrobe. Did he dress me?
"Then I asked you for a favor," he reminds me.
"You wanted me to curtsey, like in the movie," I say, "except you asked me to lift my skirt so you could get a better look."
"Then you flipped me the finger," he says with a laugh.
But I'm not laughing. "Daddy was so mad at what I did that he spanked me in front of everyone."
"You should have just done what I asked, because everyone got to see your bare ass when he bent you over his lap," he says with a light laugh. "But then you would never have awoken. You looked at me the whole time he spanked you. It was your first sexual experience, wasn't it? And that's when I first saw Alice in you."
I cock my head like a curious dog. I don't remember that. I just remember the embarrassment. "I ... don't know."
"Of course you do," he insists. "I'll bet every time you even think of getting spanked, you get hot and bothered."
I feel my pussy react just thinking about it, and it's pointless to deny. "How did you know?" I ask.
Up until now, he was looking back and forth between me and the stage, but now he turns his whole body and faces me directly. "Because I know more about you than you know about yourself, Alice. You told yourself every day that the spanking was traumatic, but secretly, maybe unconsciously, that's the moment you compare to all of your sexual fantasies. I could see it in your eyes."
I try to speak, but I'm choking up. Finally, I can only say, "I was too young to feel that ... You shouldn't have ..."
He nods and confesses, "You are right, of course. You were too young, and I shouldn't have. That is why you didn't see me again for five years. I didn't want to make the same mistakes I made last time when you were my sister. We were orphans, and you were only eight, and you disobeyed me, so I lowered your skirt, and I spanked you. That was my first sexual experience, and I didn't know how sick that was until they explained it to me in Arkham. They taught me to accept the truth about who I am, so I knew that if I saw you again, I wouldn't be able to resist you."
I am afraid to ask, but I have to: "Are you a pedophile."
He shakes his head defensively. "It's more complicated than that. I'm in love with you, Alice, however old you are and whatever body you are in. Nobody else can do it for me, and I can't control myself when I'm with you. After our parents died, I know my love for you, when you were the other Alice, was too strong, and I hurt you and made you run away, and I'm sorry for that.
"When I found this new you in this club, my new Alice, I was so excited, because now I had another chance with you. But you were just a child, again, and I if I stayed, I would have hurt you, just like before. So I stayed away. Then a few weeks ago I heard that you were bartending here and had grown up, so I came back. "
"I saw you a few times last week," I say, "but you never said hi. You stayed far away from me until you tipped me on stage."
"I wasn't sure you were Alice, anymore," he says. "I thought maybe I made a mistake. You looked great, and you dressed sexy at the bar, but you didn't seem as passionate as Alice should be. But THEN I saw you dance on stage, and I knew you were now completely Alice. I had been chasing the wrong Alice all of these years."
"How can you tell?" I ask nervously, having an identity crisis.
"I can see it in your eyes. You have my sister's blood in you. It enhances your desires. Someone at Indian Hill must have isolated the poison and given you a healthy extract because your spirit is strong. Pure. When I saw you on stage with the fire in your eyes, I knew you were back. Resurrected. Now, you are the best Alice that ever was, because you are beautiful and grown up and I don't have to feel ashamed of being in love with my sister, anymore. I can love you, instead. Once I saw you on stage, I was determined to spend the rest of my life with you, but then that fucking rich boy pulled you away from me, and the bomb went off, and I thought I lost you again. But here you are. Tonight. Nothing else matters."
"That's so great!" I say with a smile. I'm still lost in his eyes, but I'm having trouble understanding what he says. The more he talks, the more he feels like a stranger. I'm even starting to feel like a stranger to myself.
His smile drops a bit. "You don't look excited. Do you think you can love me, too?"
I feel suddenly stressed out, like I'm cornered. "Oh, of course, but..."
"But..." he repeats, suddenly worried.
"It's just that since I became Alice, I'm not the girl I used to be. I feel like I'm falling in love with someone new every day," I say. "I'm so lost in my own feelings, how do I know who I'm really in love with?"
"Are you in love with her?" he asks anxiously, pointing at Selina, who is still dancing naked on the stage.
"I don't know. You kind of interrupted something earlier, so I don't know how I feel. Is it OK if I love her, too?" I ask hopefully.
The fierceness in his eyes tells me that it's not OK.
"We are meant to be together," he insists. "I'm sorry, but I've lost you for so long. You can't ask me to wait any longer."
His jealousy grabs me by the heart, and I don't want for him to worry. I lean forward and kiss him softly on the lips. I still feel the tension in his shoulders, so I pull him tight to me, and he finally relaxes. I whisper in his ear, "I hate to worry you like this, but since I've become Alice, I don't know where my heart will take me. I don't know if I can love only one person, anymore. Can you share me with someone else?"
He glares at me angrily, and I think he's going to command me, take control, but he contains himself and says, "I don't know ..."
I smile excitedly, reassuringly, and say, "Maybe you can love other people, too. Maybe we can fall in love with someone together. Come with me." I stand up from the bench and beacon him to follow me. I lead him to the stage and pull his arm around me, and we both watch as Selina dances. "She's beautiful, isn't she? Don't you think she's hot?" I pitch, as we watch her crawl around the stage.
"She thinks she's a cat," he says, unimpressed.
"Well, whose fault is that?" I ask, nudging him.
He sighs and raises his pocket watch.
Selina stops dancing and stares at the watch like a cat stalking a mouse.
Jervis speaks to Selina with a dominating voice: "You are no longer a cat; you are Selina Kyle again, and you are madly in love with Alice, here, and with myself, and you have always wished to join us in a ménage à trois. You shall remain our slave until we set you free."
I smile at him. "Really? Doesn't it have to rhyme or something?"
He smiles back. "No, I only do that for fun sometimes."
Selina is dazed for a moment, like coming out of deep sleep. Going from cat to human mode must be a big adjustment. She kneels down on the stage, looks back and forth between Jervis and me then covers her body shyly, as though she hadn't been dancing around naked for fifteen minutes. She's back to being Selina. The old spell is cancelled, but I see no sign that Jervis's new spell is working.
"Selina," Jervis begins. "Do you want to make love to Alice?"
Selina swallows and nods her head.
"And Alice, you want to have sex with this cat girl," he says to me, not asking a question. "Why don't you get up there and show me how you feel about her?"
I look at him, confused. "Aren't you going to join us? I have a bed upstairs. It would be more comfortable for all of us."
"No, I'm not ready. I want to watch and see how much you love her. Get up on the stage and show me," he says, then instructs the Tweed boys to guard the building and not to watch. This show is for him alone.
I start walking towards the dressing room.
"Where are you going?" he asks sharply.
"To the dressing room," I reply. "That's how people get onto the stage."
"Why don't you climb up here," he says, not really asking. "And take off that dress. You haven't earned it yet."
I shiver at his sudden hostility, but I slip out of the blue & white dress and hand it to him, leaving me naked except for my shoes, then I climb up a chair and step over the tip rail and onto the stage. Jervis doesn't help me at all, but Selina takes my hand so that I don't lose my balance.
"What should we do for you?" I ask, wanting to earn the privilege of wearing that dress again.
"Don't ask me; you're the one who wants to make love to her," he says, acting disinterested. "So both of you, have at it."
Selina and I both glance at him in confusion, but then I feel Selina's hand touch mine, and the confusion disappears.
We stand face to face, fingertips touching each other's sides, and I feel transported back to the moment before Jervis interrupted us.
I forget about him. I see only Selina.
It feels like my senses are suddenly freed and are immediately focused on Selina. I'm lost in her hazel eyes, lightly accented with mascara, but she wears no other makeup, as though she doesn't give a fuck what people think. Her scent excites me. I feel the heat of her body in the air, even where are bodies aren't touching. Her pink lips are bare and inviting, so I kiss them, and I almost swoon. I savor the taste of her mouth. She keeps her face calm, but her body is trembling.
I'm searching into Selina's eyes and into my heart to know if these feelings are real. I need to know because if Jervis had conjured these feelings up, implanting them in us, they would mean nothing at all. But then I realize they must be real because I felt this same way for Selina even before he entered my mind.
We kiss and touch and gaze intimately for about a minute, when Jervis suddenly says, "Get on with it, already."
Selina is shaking. She was shy about her body before today, before she dream-danced as a cat in front of those Tweed pervs, so making love under the lights before another strange man was not high on her to-do list.
It was on my list, though, I'm embarrassed to confess. I had often fantasized about making love to one of my sisters in front of Daddy. Could Jervis have somehow known that? I had suppressed the fantasy for so long, because it was so shameful, and now that Daddy is dead, it is infinitely more shameful and sad.
The memory makes my heart heavy and my eyes wet, but shame and sadness don't kill my desire, anymore. They feed it and make it deeper and hotter. That's what it means to be the new Alice, I guess.
I slowly drop to my knees, sliding my lips and tongue down Selina's body as I go, until my lips find the fragrant center of her sexual being. I nuzzle my nose in the cute patch of red hairs while I reach out with my tongue to find her clit.
She gasps and rises to her tippy-toes.
I look up at her, my eyes imploring. "Come down here with me."
She quickly agrees and tries to get down on her knees in front of me, but I give her a shove halfway down, so she lands on her ass a little harder than I intended. Before she can complain, I crawl between her legs and bury my face in her pussy.
She reclines onto the stage floor, hugging my head with her thighs, and she pulls my hair and my face in tight.
Her pussy tastes better than I expect. Everything about sex has been better since I had become Alice.
I reach up to pinch her nipples while I suck on her clit, earning me fresh moans.
All the while, I keep my ass facing Jervis with my pussy calling out to him to join in.
He doesn't, though, so I switch to fucking Selina with my fingers as I crawl up her body until we are face to face again. I want to be kissing her when she comes. I don't want her thinking that I'm just doing as I am told. I want for her to remember this moment forever.
Selina is a quiet girl, but she nearly screams when at last she comes, yelling out Bruce's name!
After she comes back to Earth, I laugh in her face, our lips only inches apart, and I whisper, "I thought you told me you two were just friends."
That pisses Selina off, for some reason, and she quickly pushes me off of her. I worry that she'll jump up and run away, but she rolls on top of me instead, swapping our positions and pinning me to the ground. Now it's my turn to gasp.
Now we are face to face again, but she has a wicked, sadistic-looking grin on her face as she pays me back. She buries her face in my pussy and squeezes my tits, but she's not gentle at all. I don't need to pull her in tight. She digs into my skin with her fingernails, and she bites my pussy lips, and she nibbles on my clit.
"Ow! Ow!" I cry out with tears flowing, but I don't ask her to stop or push her away. I don't know if she's trying to hurt me or if she remembers what I had told her about how I experience pain now. Either way, her furious lovemaking is pushing me toward some kind of orgasmic speed record, except that time is slowing down fast in my mind, letting me savor the pain and the pleasure. I close my eyes, and I don't know if I'm screaming or if I'm silent. My senses are overwhelmed by Selina twisting my nipples and eating out my pussy. My hips buck, and my legs twist about, which means I'm about to come.
But that never happens.
I hear Jervis yelling something, and I feel Selina sliding away from my pussy. I try to pull her back. "Don't stop," I cry out, but it's over.
Jervis stopped it. I look up and see him climbing over the tip rail onto the stage. He pushes Selina aside and shouts, "I've changed my mind. You're my girl, and I'll finish this."
Now I know what should have been obvious: he is unable to share me with anyone. He wants to be my everything.
He climbs between my legs and takes over where Selina left off, except that he is much gentler, using only his tongue.
I close my eyes and give him a chance. I can tell he's done this before, and that he's trying to win my heart, but he's coming in much too slow after Selina set a torrid pace.
I tap him on the shoulder, to get his attention, but he's not ready to give up. He tells me to get on my hands and knees, then he whips out his dick and fucks me doggie style while pulling on my hair. A much better effort, and it feels fucking awesome. He so desperately wants for me to come, and I am breathing and moaning, expecting to come soon. But I don't, and I can't. I'm not sure why or what is missing.
He's trying so hard and is getting so frustrated that I tell him to stand up and let me suck him off. Maybe if I can satisfy him, he'll be able to satisfy me after. Besides, I've never given a blow job before, and the idea always excited me, so that can't hurt.
I imagine gently sucking him like a lollypop. I never had a dick in my mouth, so I wanted to savor the moment. But he has much rougher ideas. He grabs my head and roughly slams his dick into the back of my throat time and again. It's a miracle I'm not puking up my granola dinner. I manage to shorten his thrusts by holding the base of his dick with one of my hands.
He starts spitting out obscenities to express his pleasure or his anger, I'm not sure which, and now I'm fingering myself while I fellate him, hoping I can get us both off at the same time. We could share that moment. That would be intimate, right? But soon I realize he's coming too fast, and I can't slow him down.
His sperm squirts onto the back of my throat, almost making me gag, but I recover in time to suck out the rest while he relaxes and enjoys his moment. Mmm, gooey and it reminds me of when I ate oysters that one time. Not bad. I always thought it would gross me out when I finally tasted it, but then again, nothing grosses me out anymore.
I look up at him to show him that I swallowed it all, and I smile as if to thank him for sharing. That's what guys like, right?
Not Jervis, apparently. Or at least it doesn't change his attitude.
"You're not Alice," he complains bitterly, and he looks me over from head to toe, but not in the way I'm used to. He's looking at me as if to say, who the fuck are you, really?
"I'm not ... Alice?" I ask, confused and worried. I don't know why, but I want to be Alice. "Are you sure? Did I do something wrong?"
"Get back on your hands and knees," he commands.
I cower from his anger but obey like a naughty dog.
I swallow as I watch him kneel beside me. He grabs the hair on the back of my head like it's a collar and holds it firmly with his left hand, as he raises his right hand to slap me.
He knows I get off on this. Is that what he's trying to do? Then why does he look so angry? Just to add to the fantasy?
I actually yelp when I feel the slap on my ass. It feels more like a whip than a hand.
When I look back to the hand that is punishing me, I see that he's actually hitting me with his belt!
I hold my breath as I see him raise his hand again, but I cry out when the leather strap strikes again.
I try to crawl away before he can strike again, but he simply says, "Stay still."
It feels like several hands grab me, keeping me from moving, and Jervis hits me square on my pussy, and the pain drives away any question that he means this as punishment.
"How could I ever think that a filthy slut like you is Alice," he lashes out with words, as his belt lashes my ass.
Now I'm crying. Hard.
And now comes the shame, as my pussy drips and my nipples tingle and my body enjoys every second of this, but my heart does not. I thought he loved me, and I thought I loved him. I don't care if it is real, or if he conjured it with a spell, because I felt it either way, but now I only feel heartbreak. While shame and pain feeds whatever masochistic demon that has possessed me, heartbreak does not. It merely hurts, and I feel that pain more than anything else.
So time is not slowing down much at all. My ass is not healing as he continues to attack and curse.
But after a few more lashes, I realize something: I don't care what he thinks of me, anymore. I don't love him anymore. I might even hate him.
His spell over me must be broken.
Once I realize that, a sense of freedom invades me even as I bear a stray attack on my thighs. There is nothing keeping me here any longer.
I leap out of his grasp before he senses anything is amiss, and I jump to my feet.
He is not stunned, though, and he reaches for my hand. Fortunately for me, my body is turned on enough to give me the edge, or maybe those Karate lessons are finally paying off because I slip past his grasp and manage to knock him down with a quick kick from my other foot.
I have to get out of here as fast as possible before the Tweeds realize something is wrong, but Selina is just standing there, still trapped by Jervis's spell. I can see the panic in her eyes, but it's like she's frozen in her own body. I can't just leave her here with this madman.
"Come on Selina," I say quietly, in case the Tweeds are sleeping at their guard duties.
Selina begins to move uncertainly.
"Stay," Jervis yells out as he tries to get to his feet.
Selina freezes again.
But if I remember correctly, Jervis gave us both the power to free her, so I say, "You are no longer our slave."
Now, Selina nearly falls as she escapes her bondage.
"Let's get out of here," I shout, knowing the Tweeds must have caught on by now.
As we run towards the corner of the stage, I grab the bikini bottom and tunic I had dropped on the floor two days ago and which remained there undisturbed for two days. It's not much, but we'll need whatever clothes we can get a hold of when we get outside.
Selina has already leaped off the stage like an acrobat and is waiting for me while I carefully climb over the tip rail and carefully hop to the ground.
"Can you go any slower?" she asks, as we dart towards the in the front of the building, which looks like an easy escape, until the Tweeds appear on either side, blocking our path.
I grab Selina's hand and pull her the opposite direction towards the emergency exit in the back. This sure feels like an emergency.
The door is old and requires two hard shoves for us to open it, but we still escape with plenty of time to spare.
The Tweeds may be intimidating, but they aren't very fast.
- 4
- 5
- 6
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Zoey In Distress