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Disclaimer: Night Gallery belongs to Mister Rod Serling and Universal TV.
This story is not-for-profit but I own it.

Date: 01/15/2008

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Strong language, voyurism, mind control, male solo sex, female solo
sex, male/female sex, graphic violence

Category: Het

Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.

Archive: Yes

Cast:
Kobe Tai -- Dyanna Locklear
John Stamos -- Scott Larkin
Matthew Perry -- George Pollak
Natasha Henstridge -- Samantha Gosselar

Summary: A wealthy socialite donates the latest piece of artwork to a local
museum, whose employees are unaware about the artwork's dark secret.

Other Notes: This story is based on a picture of the same title by an artist
named Clyde Caldwell.

Dedications: None so far.
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Night Gallery: Demon's Gate
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected])

Good evening and welcome to the one art exhibitation on this very planet
Earth that is only allowed to show works of art that display the strange and
the macabe, which brings us to tonight's latest piece that had came to us
from a kind and generous man whose name happens to be Mister Clyde Caldwell.
The name of tonight's piece happens to be 'Demon's Gate' and should only be
allowed to be displayed right here within the Night Gallery.

* * *

It had all began during the late evening hours of January the 15th inside a
local art museum within the City of Detroit, Michigan and happens to had
involved this one handsome stud known as Scott Larkin, who was -- at first --
unable to find the one special babe for him to spend the rest of his life
with and of course, his own best friend who name happens to be George Pollak
had always noticed it just by looking at the sadness on Scott's face, which
had caused a concerned George to walk himself up to his best friend, place
his hand on Scott's shoulder and say, "Look, Scott. I really am sorry about
what happened between you and your latest blind-date disaster. But at least,
you should look on the bright side."

"Oh, yeah! I really should look on the bright side that I don't have to worry
about buying a house for two or having any kids or any of that other fucking
shit!" that was what an upset Scott had said to George just before they had
stepped into one of the exhibit halls that had been showing such marvelous
works of art ever since the museum had first opened its doors to the general
public and Scott's own eyes had suddenly grown as wide as saucers at the
sight of a beautiful dark-haired maiden who was standing next to a female
co-worker known as Samantha Gosselar just in time for Sam to place her gentle
hand on the second female's shoulder and say, "Hi, Guys. This is Dyanna
Locklear. She happens to be the CEO of The Locklear Corporation and the one
who had decided to donate this latest masterpiece to the museum."

And as soon as Sam had removed the tarp and exposed a painting of an empty
archway to her two co-workers, a curious George had taken a good look at the
painting, scratched the back of his head and said, "Well, I really don't know
about you guys but I do believe that there should be something else on this
painting besides an archway," which had caused an equally-curious Scott to
have a look at that very same painting, take a deep breath and say, "I'm with
you on that one, Georgie-boy. I mean, if I'm not mistaken, anyone would take
one good look at this and ask where is the rest of it? What are we suppossed
to be looking at, anyway?"

"What you are suppossed to be looking at happens to be known as the Demon's
Gate and to tell you guys the flat-out truth, what the artist of this piece
is trying to suggest is that we should use our imagination to try to figure
out what happens to be beyond that archway," that was what Dyanna had said
to both Scott and his best buddy just before George had looked at his watch
and said, "Well, I hope that it has an instant FedEx-Kinkos in there, because
I still have some paperwork to do before I allow myself to go home and get
some serious sack-time. Care to give me a hand, Sam?"

That had caused a small-smiling Sam to roll her eyes and answer, "Thankfully
for me, George. I have to go into my own office and try to set-up a showing
schedule for the museum's latest piece. I'll be back later, Dyanna. Okay?"
before an understanding Dyanna had said, "Sure thing, Sam. Take your time,"
and both Sam and George had left that one section of the museum and Scott
alone with Dyanna, who had placed her gentle hand on his chest, looked at
him with a small-smile on her own lips and said, "It's okay, Scott. I had
noticed the look on your face when you had turned your eyes toward me and to
tell you the truth, I feel the same way about you. So, why should we keep on
denying ourselves of such wonderous sexual pleasure any futher?"

And then, after Dyanna had stripped off all of her clothes and exposed her
bare-ass naked body in front of Scott, who was looking at her like he was
about to ask her to put her clothes back on and get her dumb stupid ass out
of there but as soon as he had taken a look at her beautiful eyes, Scott had
suddenly found himself taking all of his clothes off and began stroking his
stiff cock right in front of Dyanna, while she was stroking two of her
fingers in and out of her hot, wet pussy dry and carressing her own tits with
the other hand.

Then, after Scott had moved himself closer to Dyanna, kissed her ever so
passionately on the lips and began licking all over her nude body -- all the
way down to her hot, moist snatch and carressing her firm breasts, Dyanna had
placed her hands on Scott's bare shoulders and said, "Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss!
That's it! Do it, Scott! Touch me! Touch me there! Suck my wet pussy dry!
Aaaahhhh!" before they had laid their nude bodies down on the floor and Scott
had turned himself around and allowed Dyanna to start sucking on his stone
hard dick.

And then, after Scott had placed his stiff cock inside Dyanna's asshole and
used each of his hands to carress both her stiff mounds and hot and steamy
cunt, a sexually-energized Dyanna had placed one of her hands on Scott's bare
shoulder and the other hand on his bare arm and yelled at the top of her
lungs, "AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT, SCOTT! TOUCH ME! FUCK THE LIVING
SHIT OUT OF ME! MAKE ME WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!" before they had started
moving themselves harder and faster, came and collapsed due to exhaustion.

Of course, that was before Sam had walked back into that one section of the
museum and made the shocking discovery of Scott and Dyanna laying bare-ass
naked on the floor, causing her to place her hands on her hips, look at the
two nude adults with angry eyes and yell, "WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS GOING IN
HERE?! HAVE YOU TWO GONE TOTALLY NUTS?!" only to have Dyanna sit herself up,
look at Sam with a sinister smile on her lips and say, "You know, Sam! I was
wondering when you were going to ask that question! Don't you agree, Scott?"

And as soon as he had slowly gotten himself back up to his feet, a set of
sharp fangs had grown out of Scott's mouth and caused him to let out a
devilish growl, launch himself toward Sam, slam her really hard against a
wall and use his sharp fangs to chomp and slash each and every part of her
body, causing a terrified and helpless Sam to let out a scream of pure
terror before a curious George had stepped out of his office and went over
to the source of the mysterious screaming to see what was going on.

But as soon as he had followed that screaming to its source and shockingly
discovered Sam's bloodied corpse on the floor, a frightened George had
suddenly heard some growling within the room, which had caused him to turn
around and discover that both a devilishly-gleefull Dyanna and a werewolf
that was bearing a strong resemblance to his best friend were standing
inside the painting before she had turned her sinister eyes toward a scared
George and said, "Well, Scott! You already had an appetizer! Now, it's time
for you to have the main course!" and after the creature had let out a
growl and started lunging toward George, the poor guy had let out a scream
of terror.

THE END!

    

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