CHAPTER I -- Night Encounters

 The bar, smoky and loud, played around me like some cheap movie.  Young men and women, most of them vaguely unappealing, flirted, danced, and got as drunk as possible.  The liquor was bad and watered, which is why I had not participated in that aspect of the night's festivities.  Nursing a rocky scotch on a bar stool, I scoped the Crowd, looking for... well, anything better than what the night had offered so far.
 Most of the women who frequented this particular bar either had something appealing pierced, or had nothing appealing at all.  Plus, they were all far too willfully aggressive.  Call me old fashioned, call me politically incorrect, but I believe men and women have some fundamental differences, and one is that men should be the dominant member of the pair.  Genetically, they're just better suited for the task.  I don't think men should necessarily be violent towards women (unless the woman threatens certain bodily parts), but they should be in command of their relationships.
 Of course, this attitude, which I am not shy about sharing, does not win me my share of dates.  My busy life as a contract lawyer did not help out either.  Which, of course, led me to this rather unfortunate state; scoping out prospects in a not-so-nice bar.
 As I reached behind me for my drink, I saw a crowd of men at one end of the bar.  My curiosity piqued (or my boredom finally urging me into some activity) I sidled down that way.  As a got closer, I saw what, or who, held their attention so rapt.  She was dressed in a red leather mini-skirt, with a black halter top, and a pair of calf length boots.  Her auburn-red hair, lit unflatteringly by the bar's inadequate light, was tied up above her head in a tight bun.  Her figure was flawless.  Her breasts, not too big or small, were tucked neatly behind the halter, and her waist flared out ever so slightly at her hips, making her curvy without being pear-shaped.  The sour men around her were not-so-subtly trying to catch her attention, but none were conversing with her, and she was staring straight ahead.
 I moved into the crowd of men and said, "Excuse me."
 Her head turned only enough to catch me in the corner of her eye.  "My job as designated bar dancer is to take the prettiest woman in here for at least one dance per night.  I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to comply with our house rules."
 Hey, what can I say?  Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.  In this case, her head came fully around, and a smile followed it.  "Well," she replied, "I wouldn't want to break a rule."  She offered me her hand.  "Shall we?"
 I returned her smile as I bent and kissed her hand.  She giggled demurely, slipped off of her stool, and followed me out onto the floor.  We were both pierced from behind by the angry stares of four partnerless men.
 As we were both white people, we did our best at imitating modern rock dancing.  In all fairness, she was better than me.  Her feet and hips slipped and swirled around the dance floor, as I did my best to pursue and not look too much a fool.  As she ground her hips close to mine to the beat of some anonymous techno tune, I called over the music, "My name is Jonathan."
 "Diane," she called back.
 "Diane, how do you feel about men and women?" I asked.  The techno stopped and a slower song came on.  She put her arms around me, and I placed mine chastely on her waist.
 "Well," she answered, "it takes two to tango, but someone always has to lead."
 This answer excited me more than the last Die Hard movie.  "Really?" I replied.  I slipped my left hand up her right arm, and took her hand in mine.  It looked a little old fashioned, surrounded by people dirty dancing, to be in a classically waltzing position.  However, she did not attempt to move either of my hands, and I started to lead her around the floor.  "Should people ever switch leads?" I asked.
 Diane shook her head.  "Once you're in the right position, why change?" she said.  "It just... wouldn't be right, would it?  Changing directions in the middle of dance?"
 "No, it wouldn't.  You're very attractive, Diane."
 "Thank you.  You aren't so bad yourself, though I might suggest getting a new line."
 "It worked on you, didn't it?"
 "I'm not the average case."
 "That I will definitely agree with."  I leaned my head closer to her as the song came to a close.  She did not pull away.
 Our kiss lasted through the beginning of the next tune, more thumping techno.  Finally we broke contact.  "Take me home, Jon."
 This was sudden.  "You want me to take you to your home?" I asked lamely.  This was all going faster than expected.
 "No, yours."  She pressed herself up against me.  "You'll never meet anyone like me, Jon."
 I kissed her briefly again, then lead her off the dance floor and outside to my car.  "Do you have a car here?" I asked.  She shook her head.
 "Taxi," she explained.  I opened the car door for her, then swung around the other side, and we were away.
 We made idle chit-chat as we drove to my house, which wasn't far.  I discovered that she worked as an administrative assistant, but not where, and when I tried to dig a little further she deflected the conversation into other areas.  By the time we reached my house, I didn't know much more than her first name.
 I lived in a small condo by myself, and the complex was quiet as I let myself in.  As soon as I closed the door, Diane's mouth was on mine.  Her tongue spread my lips apart, swirling into my mouth.  Her hands grabbed my ass and pulled me into her.  Her leg slid up and down mine as I regained my senses and began to slide my hands over her back and ass.  We stood in the entryway for a full five minutes, groping and kissing, before I finally drew my hands back and started to take off my jacket.  Diane broke our kiss, and said, "Show me your bedroom" in a breathless voice.
 "Upstairs," I replied.  She offered me her hand, and I practically yanked her arm out as we ran upstairs.
 I had not been expecting this kind of luck, so my bed was frumpled and there were clothes on the floor, but Diane took no notice.  When we crossed the threshold, Diane resumed her ravenous kissing.  Her hands slipped from on my ass to caressing my rather sizable erection through my jeans.  "Your cock, Jon," she said, in between kisses, "I want it.  I want your cock inside me.  Fuck me with your cock, Jon."
 Her aggression had gone about far enough for me.  I placed my hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her away.  "I need to see what I fuck first," I said.  "Take off your clothes."
 Diane only smiled at my challenge.  She reached behind herself slowly, and ever so seductively slipped her halter top over her head.  Her breasts were as perfect uncovered as they had seemed hidden away.   She unzipped the side of her skirt, and let it fall to the ground.  She was not wearing any panties.  Her bush was neatly trimmed, just a thatch above her labia.  Her pussy lips were bare, and I swore they glistened in the pale moonlight.  "Do I look OK to fuck?" she asked with a half smile.
 "More than OK," I replied.  I pulled her close and we kissed again.  After a moment, I said, "Why don't you put those lips to better use?"
 Diane gave me a wry smile, and knelt before me.  As she undid the last button of my jeans, my cock sprang forth through the folds of my boxers.  It stood rigidly at attention, in front of her face, throbbing with every heartbeat.  Diane's eyes widened slightly, then she gently gripped the base with her hand.  Up and down the underside went her tongue.  Slowly, she licked at the head, and then pressed her tongue flat down the underside, driving me crazy.  "Ohhhh... that feels great, Diane," I said as I took off my shirt.
 Diane slipped her mouth all the way over my dick, sucking me in and out slowly for a couple of minutes.  As she did, her tongue swirled all sorts of places around my dick, driving me nuts.  "Feels great, Diane," I repeated, letting the sensations take me over.
 Suddenly, she stopped and stood up.  "Don't treat me like a lady, Jon," she said.  "Talk dirty to me.  Don't call me Diane."  She put her face an inch from mine.  "Call me a bitch."  She kissed me.  "Call me a whore, a slut.  Treat me like a bitch in heat.  Don't make love to me.  Fuck me.  Use me."  She grasped my dick.  "Take this hard cock and plunge it in and out of my wet cunt.  I want it.  I need it."
 My mind was whirling.  I didn't know whether to kiss her, fuck her, or push her away.  Her stroking of my super-hard cock convinced me.  I stumbled backward, ran into my night stand, slid open the door and began fumbling inside.
 Diane came up to me, and took my hand out of the drawer.  "No, no condom, please, just fuck me.  Please..."  She knelt down and began slipping that wonderful mouth of hers up and down my dick.
 How could I say no?  This was a fuck worth dying for.  "Yeah, OK baby, whatever you say..."
 "No, whatever you say... say it dirty..."  She continued slurping.
 "MMmmm, that feels so good, bitch.  Suck it, suck my big dick, eat my big dick like a whore, cocksucking whore."
 "Love your cock, love your cock you big stud, tastes so good."
 Diane's attentions were bringing me close, very close, to splashing her pretty face.  But I had other plans before my orgasm.  "That's enough cocksucking, slut.  Stand up."  She didn't, and instead picked up the pace of
her mouth working over my cock.
 I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up.  "I said STAND UP, bitch."
 "Oh yeah, take me, you stud, take me.  My cunt's so wet."  I pushed her back over the bed.  "Fuck me.  Fuck me now!  Fuck my slutty cunt!"
 I obliged her.  Her pussy was slick as oil, and hot as fire.  "OH FUCK ME YES!  MY CUNT!  FUCK!  SO BIG!  FUCK IT FUCK ME!"
 "You like that whore?  Like my cock up your slick little pussy?"
 "Love it... love... your COCK UP MY CUNT!  FUCK YOUR WHORE!  FUCK HER!  FUCK YOUR SLUTTY WHORE!"
 My hips thrust in and out of her, faster and faster.  Diane thrashed beneath me.  I felt the pit of my stomach begin to tense.  "Gonna... come..." I gasped.
 "N.. n... no!  Not in my pussy!  Come on face, stud, come all over your pretty whore's face!"
 "You want it... on your face?"
 "Make me take it on my face, stud, make me..."
 It was difficult to stop thrusting, but somehow I managed to control myself.  Shuffling my way up her body, I positioned myself above her upturned face.  With my left hand I grabbed her hair and held her head, and with the other I stroked my cock right above her nose.  "Take it, bitch, take my come on your face, take it all over your face."
 "Yes, come, come baby, come on my face..."
 The first blast from my cock took her right across the bridge of her nose, painting a white stripe from cheek to cheek.  The second slapped perpendicular to that one, leaving a ropy vein of jism from the top of her cheek to her upper lip.  Then the splatter came, peppering her forehead, bangs, and eyebrows with drops of sperm.
 After my cock calmed down and my hips and body stopped thrashing, Diane slipped her tongue out of her mouth and licked at the come on her face.  As soon as the tip of her tongue touched a drop, her eyes glazed over and her body shook.  Then her hands come up, and she lovingly pushed every bit of come into her hungry mouth.  She carefully licked her fingers clean.  "Thank you," she whispered.
 "You're welcome, slut," I replied.
 She half-smiled, half-sneered at me.  "Why don't I clean myself up and get you a glass of water?"
 "That'd be nice," I said.  I rolled over onto the bed as Diane arose and walked into my bathroom.  As she walked away, I got my first look at her ass.  Besides it's obvious beauty, she also had a tattoo.  It was squarely in the middle of her left cheek.  Bright red, it looked like a spider, but it was upside-down.  I had only a brief glimpse of it before Diane left the room.  I listened as she ran the water for a moment.  She came back into the room, her face washed, and carrying a glass of water.  I accepted it gladly and drank.  I hadn't realized how thirsty I was.
 "Come into bed," I said.
 "Mmmm... thanks, but no thanks."
 "Huh?  Would you like me to take you home?"
 "In your condition, I think driving would be a bad idea."
 "Condition?"  It was then that I started to feel it.  My version started to blur, and I felt thick-headed.  I tried to put the glass down, but all I succeeded in doing was dropping it on the floor.  I tried getting up, but my limbs seemed to have taken on lives of their on.  Nothing was coordinated.  "What... what... drink..."
 "I'd say see you later, but I don't think we will see each other.  Goodnight Jonathan."
 The last thing I thought I saw was Diane, smiling down at me, as the world spun into darkness.
 

CHAPTER II -- The Inverted Widow

 When I woke up, the sun was streaming through my bedroom window.  My arm was asleep, as it was crooked under my back in a funny way.  My head felt like it was being split in two.  I literally fell out of bed on to the fortunately carpeted floor.  Stumbling to my feet, I managed to make it over to the window and closed the curtain.  My headache eased a bit.
 I called into work sick, took some aspirin, and got back into bed.  As I stared at the ceiling, I tried to put last night back together from the pieces floating in my head.  It was just challenging enough of an exercise to keep me occupied for the next hour.  As I relived Diane's ministrations, my erection returned, and I idly stroked myself as I remembered Diane's body and words.  After an hour and a half, I felt well enough to get out of bed and make breakfast.  Over my waffles, I decided one thing: I was going to find Diane, no matter what it took.
 The following evening, I returned to the bar where I had met Diane.  I casually asked a few questions, but no one had seen anyone fitting her description.  I nursed a drink, trying to think of what to do next.  I tried to remember everything I knew about her, when suddenly I remembered her tattoo.  There couldn't be that many tattoo artists in the area.  I walked to the back of the bar, found the phone, and tore some pages from the phone book listing various tattoo parlors.  Most weren't open, and those that were did not recognize either Diane or her tattoo. Discouraged, I went home and slept.
 After a boring day of preparing contracts at work the next day, I dropped in to the remaining tattoo shops.  Nothing.  No one had done a tattoo of an upside-down spider, let alone one on a buttock.  I dragged myself home, trying to think up a new lead.  I considered hiring a private investigator, but thought better of it.  How would I explain that I was looking for someone I wanted to fuck?
 As I ate my mediocre dinner, I went over my evening with Diane, trying to remember any clue she might have given me.  I realized that she had been purposefully evasive in the car when I had asked her about her job.  No way to get at her through that angle.  Tattoo's were out, and it didn't seem like she would be going back to the bar.  I pictured her in my head.  Her halter top, her skirt, her hair, her boots...
 Her boots!  There couldn't be too many people who dealt in calf length leather boots.  Maybe one of them would remember her.
 The next day at work, I called around to various boot and shoe stores, asking all if the had calf length leather boots.  Only four carried the item I was looking for.  After work was over, I sped to the first three and got nowhere.  The fourth was a little place in a mini-mall, Boots 'N All.  I went inside, and a young man, no older than 24, met me inside.  "Sorry sir," he said, "but we're just about to close."
 "That's all right," I said, "I actually just wanted to ask you a question.  Did a woman come in here recently and buy a pair of calf length boots?  Leather, black, shiny?  She had sort of auburn hair, about your height, slim, attractive."
 The young man gave me a suspicious look.  "Perhaps," he said, "perhaps.  Does she dress sort of... provocatively?"
 "Yes, yes, that's right, did she come in?"
 "Hey man, I'm not even sure it's your girl.  But someone like that came in about two weeks ago and bought a pair of boots like that."
 My best lead yet!  "Do you have a sales record, a credit card slip, something like that?"
 "Hey hey hey, no way.  I could lose my job if I showed you those."
 I had been expecting something like this.  From my suitcoat pocket, I pulled out a moneyclip containing ten $100 bills.  "A thousand dollars if you let me look through the sales slips for the past three weeks."
 My associate's eyes grew like saucers.  He looked around furtively, as if the Bribery Police might burst in the door any moment.  He then reached up slowly and closed his hand around the money.  I snatched it back.  "Hey hey hey," I said, "not until I see the records."
 He swallowed hard.  "OK, come on back.  Hey, what am I afraid of?  Someone who can wave a thousand dollars in my face hardly needs someone else's credit card number."  He took me in the back and up the stairs to a small office.  Unlocking a file cabinet, he fished out a bunch of sales slips.  I began to paw through them, searching for her name.  There were actually two false Dianes, who had bought sensible hiking boots, before I found it.  Diane Cook, a MasterCard number, and the record of a sale of a pair of calf length leather boots.
 I had her.

 A week later, I sat outside Diane Cook's apartment in my car, observing her door and drinking some horribly bad coffee from a near-by diner.  At 10:00 PM, a cab pulled up, and Diane's door opened.  She came out, and she was dressed to kill.  She was wearing the boots, a lycra mini-skirt, and an oversized white leather jacket.  She scurried down the stairs and got into the cab.  As it pulled away from the curb, I pulled out and followed.
 The cab stopped at a bar on the other side of town, a seedy-looking place called the Hotsy Totsy.  She went inside as I pulled into the parking lot.  I turned up the radio and settled in.
 An hour later, Diane emerged with a man on her arm.  He was older, around 40 or 50.  He led her to his car, and they pulled away.  I followed closely behind.  He never went over the limit once as he drove back to his house in a middle-class neighborhood.  They went inside as I parked across the street.
 Half an hour passed.  Whitney Houston belted "I will alwaaaaaays love you" as the door to Diane's latest victim opened and she emerged alone.  I quickly turned off the radio and hopped out of my car.  She was looking down the road the other way and did not see me.  I walked up to her as quietly as I could.  About fifteen feet away she noticed me.
 "Hello Diane," I said.
 Her eyes seemed to pop out of her head.  "Jon?" she said incredulously.
 "That's right.  Now, unless you want me to call the police and have them find our unconscious friend in there, I suggest you get into my car and keep quiet."
 Diane looked one way and then the other, as if to search for an escape route.  "Don't be foolish, Diane.  Look at how you are dressed, and is that semen I smell?  No one is going to believe you if you yell rape or run away.  So, shall we?"
 Diane seemed to shrink and droop all at the same time.  "All right," she said, "I'll come along.  Just... don't hurt me."
 "Of course not.  Don't be silly.  Come," and I offered her my arm.  She took it, and seemed to perk up a bit.  We went back to my car, and started driving to my house.
 "Well, my slut..." I began.
 "Don't," she said.
 "Don't what?"
 "Don't... call me that."
 This was a change.  "Well, you seemed eager enough last Friday.  And judging by the bit of come you missed on your cheek, it seems like you were eager enough tonight."
 Diane's hand snapped back and searched out the last bit of semen on her face.  Finding it, she scooped it up with her finger and popped it into her mouth.  She seemed to savor it like a fine wine, and a shudder ran up and down her body.  "Then you go and do something like that.  You might give a guy the wrong impression."
 "Please, I don't want to talk about it."
 "Well, I'm afraid you don't have much choice in the matter.  We either talk about it, or we drive straight back to Mr. Sleepy's and place a call to the local PD.  What is it?"
 Diane was silent for a moment.  "You won't believe me," she said.
 "Try me," I replied.
 Diane exhaled in exasperation and brushed her hair back.  "I'm cursed."
 "Cursed?"
 "By a demon."
 Of all the possibilities, this was one that had not occurred to me.  "You're right, I don't believe you."  At this moment, we pulled up to my condo.
 "It's true.  God how I wish it weren't, but it is."
 "Come inside."  We got out of my car, and Diane followed me meekly into the house.  I turned on the light and helped Diane out of her coat.  I led her into the living room and sat her down on the couch, taking a seat opposite her.  "So, you were saying..."
 "What's the point?  You already said you don't believe me..."
 "I don't believe you *yet*, I should say.  You'll have to convince me whatever you say."
 Diane cradled her head in hands, shaking it back and forth.  "OK, OK, OK."  She looked up at me.  "You know, I used to be a college student.  Biology major.  I was going to study whales.  But then..."
 "Then?"
 "Then Dave came into my life.  Rather, Dave ripped me out of my life.  I think he was a staff member at the college.  I never found out.  Never even knew his last name, really.  Apparently he'd been watching me for a while.  One night, I woke up..."  Diane's eyes filled with horror.  "This... thing... it had wings, big muscles, a face... it was hideous.  It picked me up, and it seemed to... take me through the wall.  We seemed to twist, and suddenly I was in Dave's room, in the middle of a pentacle.  I couldn't move, and I couldn't hear, but I could see Dave.  He was on the
outside, talking to the demon.  He seemed to be arguing with him.  Then the demon picked me up, turned me over, and touched my butt.  Then he put me outside the pentacle.  I still couldn't move.  Dave turned me over and looked under my nightgown.  I couldn't see what he was looking at, of course, but he seemed satisfied.
 "He talked to the thing in the pentacle some more, and then it disappeared, and I could hear and move again.  And I was incredibly horny.  I couldn't believe it, but if I didn't have sex right at that moment, I thought I would have died.  Dave obliged me, and when he came, he did it on my face.  I didn't care.  It was delicious.  It was like the greatest thing I had ever tasted, I couldn't get enough of it.  I was lying on the floor, scooping his come into my mouth, when he started talking to me.  He told me I was his slave, his sex slut.  He said the demon had made him my master, and that he had total control over me.  He said that I would crave sex all the time, and that if I went to long without it, I would die.  He said I was a slut now, and that I would never like sex unless I thought it was as dirty as possible, and that I had to eat come or die.
 "He was right.  I tried to escape, but he would simply tell me to stop and come back, and I would.  He made me have sex with him constantly.  He could come as many times as he wanted.  He said the demon had done that too.  He told me that the curse would keep me beautiful forever, that I would never grow old.  I hated him.  But the sex... it was the best thing I had ever experienced.  It was like a drug, I couldn't get enough.  He said I would be his slave
forever."
 "What went wrong?"
 "The demon took him one day.  His voice was... horrible, like a thousand screams.  He said that Dave had broken the contract.  Dave... he ate him.  Gobbled him up, in two bites.  Then he just... looked at me.  For about a minute.  Then he laughed and disappeared.  I ran.  For about a week, I was happy.  Ecstatic.  Then... I got sick.  I felt horrible.  Queasy.  Weak.  I realized what was wrong.  I tried to fight it.  I lasted another day.  Then... I had to eat semen.  I found a drunk, in an alleyway.  Unconscious.  I sucked him off.  His come tasted wonderful.  I felt a little better, but not much.  I realized what I needed.  I needed to be... be...
 "Dominated."
 She nodded.  "Used.  I picked up a guy in a bar three days later.  Fucked him at his house.  Ate his come.  He wanted me to stay, but I couldn't face him.  I ground up some sleeping pills in his coffee, and slipped away.  I've scraped by, moving from town to town, getting work where I could."
 "How long have you been doing this?"
 Diane sucked in her breath.  "Fifteen years."
 Diane did not look a day over twenty.  "No way."
 She sighed, and pulled open her purse.  Taking out her wallet, she opened it and flashed her driver's license in front of my face.  Her birthday was over thirty-three years ago.  I noticed with idle curiosity that her address on the license was different than the one of her apartment.
 "What about that tattoo?"
 Diane giggled softly.  "You know, it was about two months before I even remembered to look back there?  That stupid upside down spider.  It took me months to figure out what it meant.  It's a black widow, but the colors are reversed.  The black widow kills her mate.  Her nature drives her to it.  So it makes a twisted sort of sense."
 "I don't understand."
 "I have to mate to survive.  The female widow dominates the species.  I need to be dominated to live.  Upside down and inverted.  The demon had a sense of humor."
 I shook my head.  "This is... well, unbelievable.  But, here you are.  Thirty-three years old with the face of a nineteen year old.  That's hard to dispute."  I moved closer to her on the couch.  She shrank.  "Please," she said, "I... don't want to."
 "Listen to me, Diane.  I don't want to hurt you.  I don't want to keep you in a basement, and all that.  But you have something I want, and I have something you need.  You need to be a slut, about every three or four days.
I could be your... what, temporary master for that day?  The other three, you can do anything you like.  Work, live, whatever.  You'd be safe, you'd know what to expect.  You could stop running."
 Diane looked at me with a mixture of fear, confusion and desire.  "I... I don't know."
 "Well, think about it.  I'm going to bed upstairs.  You can leave or stay as you like."  I got up from the couch and went up the stairs to my bedroom.  Getting quietly undressed, I strained to hear what Diane was doing.  I couldn't hear anything.  I got into bed and turned out the light.
 I must have dozed off, because the next thing I knew, someone was slipping into bed beside me.  I rolled over.  Diane stared at me in the darkness, the moonlight barely illuminating her fine skin.  "Let me make one thing clear," I said.  "I expect to be obeyed.  Don't think that just because I won't lock you up when I leave does not make you subject to my commands.  I'm your boss.  Your master, if that's how you like to think of it.  But I won't treat you too harshly.  Agreed?"
 Diane swallowed and nodded.
 "Kiss me, Diane."  She did, timidly.  "Kiss me like a slut."  She swallowed again, and then proceeded to thoroughly French kiss me for several minutes.  "A good start," I said, after we broke our kissing.  "Now, get some sleep."
 Diane put her arms around my neck and snuggled against me.  I idly played with her hair for a moment.  "Diane," I asked softly, "do you think you could find the house where Dave lived?"
 "I... I think so.  Why?"
 "You said the demon took him because he broke the contract, correct?"
 "That's what it said, yes."
 "You know what?"
 "What?" she said sleepily.
 "I write very good contracts."
 

CHAPTER III -- Travels Home

 The next morning, Diane made me breakfast.  I kissed her on the way out the door, and almost made myself sick at the domesticity of it all.  At work that day, I made arrangements to take a few months leave.  I finished up the work on the few contracts on my desk at the moment, then sped home.
 Diane wasn't there when I got home.  I had begun to worry when at seven-thirty, she walked in the door with a large suitcase.  "I... brought some stuff.  I hope you don't mind."
 "No, not at all.  In fact, you can pretty much bring all your stuff over.  But you should also quit your job.  We're going to take a trip."
 "Where?"
 "To your roots, so to speak.  We're going to find Dave's house, and then..."
 "Then what?"
 "Then I try my hand at the black arts."
 "You're... you're going to..."
 "Yep.  Dave screwed up because he didn't know how to write a contract.  My whole life has been nothing but contracts.  This one may be a little unusual, but I think I can handle it."
 Diane just looked at me, as if she didn't know what to say.  "Put your stuff upstairs, then make yourself some dinner."  With that same bewildered, frightened look on her face, she climbed the stairs with her suitcase.  I sat down in front of the TV and watched as Diane made herself dinner.  She brought it to the couch and ate next to me, in silence.  When she finished, she put down her fork, turned and said, "Are you sure you want to do this?  Finding Dave's place, I mean."
 "Yes."
 "Please,... "
 "What?"
 "Be careful.  Very careful."
 I smiled at her.
 The next day, we packed our things and headed out.  It would be about a two day drive, so we decided on a halfway point before we left, called ahead and reserved a hotel room.
 The drive over was pleasant and uneventful.  I discovered we shared a taste for jazz and the blues.  We traded stories about various concerts and artists as the miles rolled by.  Diane always looked a bit skittish, though, even at her most relaxed.  By the time we reached the hotel, however, I was cranky and tired, and the conversation had stopped about a hundred miles before.
 The room sported the standard hotel amenities: rough towels, old TVs, and "Sanitized for your protection" toilet seats.  The bed was comfortable enough, and I immediately availed myself of it.  Diane followed me into the bedroom and busied herself unpacking.  My legs and arms and eyes were all tired from the drive, but laying down I felt the tension begin to drain.  I closed my eyes.
 I heard Diane finish whatever she was doing with the suitcase, come over and lay down next to me on the bed.  For a couple of moments, there was only the sound of her breathing, then I felt her hand on my arm. "Jonathan?" she whispered.
 "Hmm?" I said sleepily.
 Pause.  "I need it."
 "Now?"
 "Yes.  Please."
 I was most assuredly not in the mood, but I was interested in how far she would go to get her fix.  "Well, you'll have to... arouse me."
 "How?"
 "I think you know."
 A thoughtful pause.  "Keep your eyes closed for a few minutes."
 I had no reason to object.  "All right."
 I heard her slide off the bed, reopen her suitcase, and then rustle around for about fifteen minutes.  All the while, I felt myself slip more and more towards sleep.  Finally, I heard her slip back into bed next me.  "Open your eyes now, Jon."
 I did, halfway at first, then fully open with surprise.  Diane lay next to me, in a black lingerie corset and stockings.  Her hand was inside her silky panties, drawling lazy circles underneath the fabric.  "I need you, Jon," she said in a low voice.  "My little cunt is so wet and itchy for your hard cock.  I need you to fuck me.  I need you to fuck your little slut.  Your little bitch is in heat, Jon.  She needs your hot come all over her whore face."  I saw her hand slip further into her panties, and it looked like she was fingering herself.  "Ohhhh, Jon, it's so hot... it's so wet.  It needs a hard dick to fill it up."  She took out her hand and slipped her middle finger into her mouth, sensuously licking her juices.  "I taste so good, I'm so hot, a little slut whore who needs your cock.  Please.  Fuck your little bitch.  Fuck her little cunt and come on her face.  Please."
 I had gone from almost asleep to wide awake in about two seconds, just from the sight of Diane.  By now, my erection raged to be released.  "Help me undress, slut," I told her as I got off the bed.  Diane enthusiastically complied.  Soon I was naked and Diane was kneeling in front of me, her magical mouth working up and down my cock.  "Oh yeah, bitch, lick it, lick my cock, eat my dick you little slut whore."
 "Love your cock... love your cock..."
 I reached down and played with her breasts through the fabric of her lingerie.  I marveled at their perfection; supple and soft, yet firm and perky.  "Stand up, whore," I said.  She left off of my dick and complied.  "Get up on the bed and turn around on your knees."  She obeyed.  Her ass waved ever so slightly at me as she knelt on the bed.  I moved the gusset of her panties aside, and rubbed my fingers along her slit.  It was flowing with juice.  My saliva-coated pole slipped easily inside.
 "MMMMM, YESSSSSS, screw me with that HARD COCK, mmmmm FUCK YEAH FUCK FUCK fuck your little SLUT WHORE BITCH!"
 "C'mon, screw me back you little slut, you little hot bitch, move your ass!  Fuck me back slut!"
 Diane started to pump her ass up and down my cock.  The combination of her pumping and my thrusting quickly brought me to the edge of climax.  "You hot little slut, gonna make me come, gonna make me come..."
 "Wait... wait... ooooooOOOOOOOO...."
 "UMMMPPPPHHHH YEAH!"  With a final deep thrust, my jism spewed deep into her oily pussy.  Diane climaxed along with me, and I swore I could actually feel the muscles of her pussy contract.  Finally, we both came down, and Diane realized with a shot that I had not come on her face.  "Damn..." she muttered.  Shuffling forward on the bed, she slid herself off of me, and then reached between her legs.  A single finger slipped into her sopping cunt, and came out coated with juice and jizz.  She quickly popped it into her mouth.  "Mmmmmmmmmmm," she cooed, then reached behind again.  I sat next to her on the bed as she snacked.  Three or four dips later, she had fished out most of the come she could reach.  She coiled around to the other side of the bed and slid up against me.  "Next time, aim a little higher," she whispered.  I chuckled, then frowned.
 "You'll take my come where it comes, where I choose, got it, slut?"
 She nodded meekly.  "Sorry."
 "Hey," I said.
 "Hmm?"
 "It was still a little funny."
 She smiled, a pearl of come escaping her lips.

 By the time we reached the house, it was late afternoon.  The sun hid behind it, casting it in shadow.  It was a large house, near the top of a hill, surrounded by a large wrought-iron gate.  The gate was rusted through, and it took all my meager strength just to screech it open.  No one could have possible moved it in many years.
 I had had a cover story prepared if any one happened to be there, but fortunately I did not have to test my acting skills.  The paint was peeling off the sides of the house.  Several windows were broken, and the rest were caked over with dust and dirt.  The front door was ajar.  I knocked anyway, calling, "Hello?"  There was no answer for several minutes.  I pushed the door slowly open.  It was rusty as well, and the floor under it was warped.
 Pushing open the door, I brushed aside a small pile of mail that had accumulated.  I picked up one letter, and dusted it off.  It was a power bill, marked "Last notice", and by the postmark it looked as though it was about fifteen years too late.  I fished through a few more letters, and noticed that there was no postmark later than fourteen years past.  I started to walk further into the house, when I noticed Diane had yet to cross the threshold.
 "Come on," I said.
 Diane swallowed and shook her head.  I humphed.  "Shall I check the house first?"  She nodded her head vigorously.  "All right, wait there."  I took a flashlight out of my pocket, turned it on, and walked further into the
house.
 There wasn't much there.  The furnishings, what was left of them, were Spartan at best.  There was a central living room containing only a molding couch and an old TV on a stand.  In the kitchen, a card table served for a dining surface.  At least, it had, before two of the legs had fallen off.  The refrigerator, yellowed with countless sunrises and sets, smelled of... something.  I wasn't brave enough to actually open the door.  Beyond the kitchen was a short hall, in the middle of which was a door to the basement.
 The first thing I noticed were the steps.  Stone.  Worn in the middle.  I noticed next that it was very dry.  Hardly any moisture at all.  There was a musty smell, like old dust, as I carefully picked my way down the stairs.  My flashlight swept over the stone walls as I reached the bottom.  The basement was spacious, and perhaps the most decorated room of the whole house.  Manacles and shackles lined the walls, a central altar stood in the center of the room, and beyond that something flickered in the light on the floor.  I moved towards it, slowly.  As I played my light over it, I realized what it was: a silver circle surrounding a five-pointed star, all etched permanently into the stone in some shiny metal.  I backed away slowly, not wishing to disturb anything.  As I played my light again over the altar, I
noticed something lay on top of it, almost the same size.  I examined it closer, and suddenly realized it was a massive tome, covered with years of dirt and grime.  Holding my flashlight in my teeth, I carefully picked up the ancient book.  An encircled star similar to the one on the floor adorned the cover.  I tucked the book under one arm and returned upstairs to the front door.  Diane stood there still, furtively glancing here and there.
 "Nothing's been here for years, Diane.  It's safe to come in."
 "Are you sure?"
 "Positive.  Come on, we've got to get this place cleaned up."
 "Cleaned up?  Why?"
 "We're moving in."

 It took some doing, but I managed to get title of the house transferred to my name with the help of a little palm grease at the country office.  I contracted out of town to have some people clean up the exterior and furnish the interior.  It took about a month before the house was fully livable again.
 During that time, Diane and I made ourselves cozy.  I fed her my come every three days or so, which she happily accepted, and during the rest of the time she made her way around town, investigating job opportunities.  I closed up my practice and arranged to have the rest of my stuff shipped out here.  And, of course, I studied the book.
 As I expected, it was a book about summoning demons.  It was written in a variety of styles and handwriting, leading me to believe it had been composed over a period of lifetimes.  The early stuff was impossible to understand, but around the third or forth scribe it started to make more sense.  It seemed the a demon could be summoned with a name, a blood sacrifice into a pentacle, and then needed to be given a contract.  It could agree to it or not, but could not leave the pentacle until the summoner released it.  If the contract was broken by either side, the breaker was at the mercy of the other party.  Beyond those basic facts, the book listed various demons who had been summoned, various contracts attempted, and various disgusting ends that had come to those who had broken their deals.
 Over the next few months, we lived off my savings.  We kept to ourselves mainly, Diane having found a tech support job in town during the swing shift, and I studying the book at home late into the night.  After three months of studying, I began the next step.  Slowly, I crafted a contract.  I spent weeks studying the mistakes my predecessors had made, noting other inadequacies and loopholes that could have been exploited.  I spent days dreaming up various powers and abilities that I would demand of my summons.  I carefully weighed each one, making sure that no over-
or under-exaggeration of my wishes would be made to harm me.  Then, I started drafting it.  Drafting day in and day out.  Redrafting.  Reworking.  Closing loopholes.  When I finally thought I had something fairly ironclad, I threw it away, all of it, and started again.  I went through four such phases, ironing out language nuances that might be turned against me.
 After six months, I was done.  My contract was over two hundred pages long, in the most precise legal-eze I could make it.  I took it and the book and went over every point, looking up possible weaknesses that had been exploited before me.  I found none I had not considered.
 I was ready to deal with the devil.
 

CHAPTER IV -- The Summoning

 "Fuck me, Jon!  Fuck your little bitch slut!  Ride my cunt, you big stud."
 "Gonna come, gonna come..."
 Diane squiggled out from under me and flipped herself over.  "Cover my slut face with your come, Jon, cover it with your jizz.  Stuff my face with your big cock and explode inside me."
 I crawled forward over her, positioning the head of my dick inches above her nose.  "You need it, slut?"
 "I need your come, baby, it's been six days, I fucking need it!  I want it!  Want it so bad..."  She reached for my cock.  I grabbed her wrists and thrust them down by her sides, holding them there.  Diane looked surprised, then smiled at me.  "Big stud Jon wants me to use my little slut mouth, run my little whore tongue up and down his big dick until it explodes, eh?"
 "No."
 If she had looked surprised before, she looked positively stunned now.  "What... what do you mean, no?"
 "I need you to do something for me first."
 "Anything, Jon, anything, please... I need it.  It's starting to hurt."
 "I need a blood sacrifice, and I cannot use my own."
 "A... a what?  You want me to kill myself?"
 "No no no, don't be ridiculous."  I lowered my dick down so that it touched her face.  She reached for it with her tongue.  I pulled away and hissed at her, "Hold still, bitch, if you want it at all."  Diane instantly froze.  I positioned my prick again, and began to run it up and down her cheeks.  "I need you to put a drop or two of your blood on a certain place at a certain time.  If you do this, I'll let you eat my come."
 "When?  Where?  Please, I need it so bad."
 "I'm going to summon a demon tonight, Diane."
 Diane's eyes nearly popped out of her head.  "Whh... wh... what?"
 "My contract is ready.  I have its name from the book, and the ritual is simple.  But I need blood, and not my own.  I need you to prick your finger and drop it in the pentacle in the basement.  Tonight, after I am done with the summoning incantation."
 "Please don't make me do this, Jon."
 "Do you want my come, Diane?"
 No answer.
 "Do you?  Or do you want to go back to the bar?"
 She shook her head.
 "Then I think we understand one another.  Are you ready?"
 "Now?"
 "Now."  I released Diane and got off the bed.  Diane waited there while I opened the bedroom closet.  I reached inside and pulled out the garment I had had made just this last week.  It was a modified black silk kimono, with a white pentacle on the back.  I tossed a similar half-nightie to Diane, who slipped it on quietly.  Taking her hand, I led her downstairs to the basement.
 It was lit by 13 candles placed specifically around the pentacle.  Across the altar lay the book, open to the page of the incantation, with a paste-it containing the demon's name on the opposite page.  Across the spine lay a silver knife.  "Stand by the circle.  When I hand you the knife, take it.  When I point at you, prick your finger.  Drop one drop on the blade, then one in the center of the circle.  Don't hesitate, and don't speak.  If you do not obey me, then I will stop the ritual, and you will not get my semen.  We will try again next week.  Do you understand, Diane?"
 She nodded meekly.
 "You won't be in any danger as long as you do exactly as I told you.  Understand?"  Another nod, slightly more relieved.  "Then let's begin.  Stand by the circle."
 Diane moved slowly up to the edge of the pentacle.  I looked down at the book, and read slowly.
 "Through the darkness, I call to thee:
  Upon the blackness, I summon thee:
  Through the night, you fly to me:
  I convoke the words, it is done:
  Dikraxthas, I name thee."
 I handed the knife to Diane.  She took it in trembling hands.
 "By the ancient words, Dikraxthas,
  You are brought to me."
 I pointed to Diane.  Stiffly, she stepped into the circle.  Her hands shook.  She touched the end of the knife to her index finger, and pushed.  The blood welled around the tip of the blade.  She shakily took the blade away, and held her pricked finger above it.  After an agonizing instant, a drop of blood fell on it.  She let the hand with the blade fall by her side while keeping the other in the air.  After another painful moment, another drop fell.  Before it hit floor, Diane was on the other side of the room.
 The blood made a small mark along the inner pentagram of the star.  As I watched, the red discoloration moved along the lines of the pattern, filing it with an otherworldly light.  As the whole pentacle turned red and deepened in color, something began to take shape in the air.  The red deepened to purple, then to black, and suddenly flashed back to silver again.  As it did, the form in the pentacle turned solid.
 It was taller than any man I had ever seen.  Standing eight feet or thereabouts, it had two arms and legs, large black wings.  Its skin was black with a mottled red.  Its face was crude but not hideously ugly.  Its eyes were bright red.  Its chest was overly muscular, and as studied it closer I noticed it had a rather outstandingly large penis.  I stopped thinking of it as an it.
 "WHO HAS SUMMONED ME?" he boomed.
 "I have," I said.
 "RELEASE ME AT ONCE, AND I MAY LET YOU KEEP YOUR PUNY EXISTENCE, HUMAN!"
 "I refuse to release you until it is my whim to."
 The creature let out a bellow that shook the house.  "WHAT DO YOU WANT, CREATURE?"
 "The first thing I want is for you to never raise your voice.  I know that while you are in the pentacle you can do nothing any harm, and I am being harmed by your volume."  It was true, my ears were ringing.
 "You are knowledgeable, human.  Release me now, and I promise to do no harm to you."
 "The word of a demon is useless without his seal.  I will not.  I have prepared a contract.  Agree to it in its entirety with your seal, and I will consider releasing you."  I tossed a copy of the contract into the circle.  He picked it up, and flipped through it.  I had no doubt he could read as fast as he could leaf through the pages.  He reached the last page.  "I refuse," he said simply.
 "Then you will think about it."
 "I have eternity to wait, human.  How long do you have?"
 I merely smiled.  "Oh I don't imagine for a moment that I could simply outwait you."  I walked over to a cloth covered mound beside the pentacle.  "I have arranged for some entertainment."  I took off the cloth. Underneath was a small television on a stand.  I turned it on.  It took a while for the tube to warm up, but the speaker came to life immediately.  "... and if you beeelieeeeve, IF YOU TRULY BELIEVE, then the Lord JEEESUS shall come through you and heal your troubles..."
 "NO!  STOP IT HUMAN!  OR BY LUCIFER I WILL ROAST YOUR SOUL FOR ETERNITY!"
 "Be silent."  The demon's mouth still moved, but he made no sound.  After a moment, he stopped.  "I will check on you in a week, then another, then another, until you agree.  Until then."  I turned, and for the first time
saw Diane since Dikraxthas had arrived.  She was huddled on the floor, shivering, her head between her arms.  I touched her on the shoulder.  Her body seemed to explode.  She leapt up screaming, clutching, grabbing, flailing, gouging and punching all at the same time.  "Diane, DIANE!  It's trapped!  It cannot get you!"  I grabbed her arms and tried to hold on as she thrashed.  Finally she calmed down enough to grab on to me and squeeze for dear life.  "Come on, you did very well."  I led her out of the basement.  As I looked back, I saw our guest banging his fists against the invisible wall that trapped him in the circle.
 I took Diane back to the bedroom upstairs.  I lay down with her and held her until she stopped shivering and went to sleep.  I fell asleep shortly thereafter.
 In the morning, I awoke and noticed Diane had gotten up before me.  I rubbed the sand from my eyes, then realized with a start that I was still alive despite what lurked in the basement.  I moved downstairs into the kitchen.  Diane was there, cooking breakfast.  "Good morning," I said.
 "Jon," she said as she scrambled eggs, "I know you did something last night in the basement, but I don't remember what.  I don't want you to tell me.  I think it's... better that I forgot."
 I thought for a moment, then said, "Do you hear the sound in the basement?"
 She stopped whisking for a moment, and cocked her ear.  "It sounds like... preaching?"
 "If that should ever stop, and I am down there, come down to the basement immediately.  Understand?"
 She nodded, and continued whipping the eggs.  I moved up behind her and rubbed myself against her.  Instantly, she rubbed her hips back at me.  "Ohhhh, Jon, I'm soooo fucking horny..."  She turned around and dropped to her knees.  Parting the folds of my robe, she fished out my flaccid penis and started to suck and milk it like a thing possessed.  In no time, her expert tongue and mouth brought me to orgasm.  I simply let it come, not trying to hold back anything to fuck her with.  Without a word, she sucked my cock dry of come.  Her body shivered with pleasure as she ate my semen.  "Thank you, Jon," she said as she licked me dry.
 "How about a real breakfast now?"

 It was a week before I went down to the basement again.  Our guest was huddled as far away from the TV as possible, and appeared to be howling.  I got his attention, then motioned to the contract lying just beside him.  He shook his head angrily, and beat his fists against the invisible walls.  I simply turned out the lights and went back upstairs.
 This routine went on for several weeks.  Each time I went downstairs, Dikraxthas looked a little worse, a little more huddled.  He refused all attempts at negotiation, and never spoke a word.  I thanked whatever powers there were for twenty-four hour religious networks.
 It was the eleventh week of Dikraxthas's captivity, and Diane and I had both become accustomed to the sound of the preacher coming from downstairs.  After dinner, Diane cleaned the dishes while I proceeded downstairs.  It was time for my weekly attempt at negotiations.
 I proceeded carefully down the dark stone staircase to the bottom, where I flipped the electric light switch I had installed.  The room flooded with light, and I stopped dead in my tracks.
 Inside the circle lay the most beautiful woman I had ever lay eyes on.  She had platinum blond hair, perfectly cascading down to just below her shoulders, piercing green eyes, perfect half-dome breasts with pointy, erect nipples, a perfectly flat, tight stomach, a perfect hint of curves in her hips, long shapely legs, and a perfect looking bush of golden, soft-looking down covering a wet, pink moist slit.  Her hand slid over her breast, down her tummy and between her legs.  She made slow, lazy circles there, her labia glistening with moisture.  With her other hand, she pointed to her mouth.  "You want to say something?" I asked.  Part of me noticed that I was speaking very strangely.
 "Why don't you turn down the TV?" she asked in a breathless, whispery voice.
 I immediately moved to comply.  I slapped the TV off, then turned to the vision of beauty in the circle.   Wouldn't you like to fuck me, Jon? Stick your rock hard cock up my cunt?  Or maybe up my little tight
asshole?  Would you like that Jon?"  She turned around, and spread her ass cheeks wide, presenting a view of a perfect tight, pink rosebud of an ass pucker.  "Ram your cock deep up my virgin ass?  Buttfuck your little blonde bitch?"
 My cock was little tearing through my pants to get to this creature, and anal sex had always been one of my most deeply, secretly held fantasies.  I mindless stripped off my shirt and pants and started to stroke my already throbbing cock.
 "That's it, Jon, come on, come in and fuck my ass."
 I started to step towards the circle.  The vision of her ass wavering in the air in front of me held my gaze as I walked forward.
 "JONATHAN!!!!"  The piercing screech cut through the fog of my brain.  I looked up to the source of the cry.  Diane stood on the staircase, her face aghast.  I looked back to the circle.  The girl was gone, and in her place, Dikraxthas was bent over, his massive hands spreading his buttcheeks wide.  I don't like to think about what was between there.
 I flailed backwards, nearly knocking over the television as I did.  I managed to right myself and slap the TV back on in one rather jerky motion.
 "NOOOOOO!!!!" Dikraxthas screamed.
 "SILENCE!" I cried back.  The sound from the circle snapped off.  Dikraxthas slammed against the barrier of the circle, hurling himself again and again at the unseen wall.  Nothing he did got him any farther out.
 I managed to collect my clothes and grabbed onto Diane, who led me safely up the staircase.  "Thank you, Diane, thank you so much," I whispered.
 She kissed me softly on the cheek.  "What would you do without me?"

 It was about a month before I went down to the basement again.  I had left the light on from the last time.  The images of that evening still haunted my dreams.  But seeing Dikraxthas, curled into a fetal position, shivering at the edge of the circle,  somehow made him seem less fearsome than he had once been.
 "Dikraxthas," I called.  No response.  "Dikraxthas!"  The body of the demon jerked, as if surprised, then slowly uncurled just enough to glance my way.  "Are we ready to talk?"  He nodded.  "You may speak in a normal voice."
 "I will grant you three wishes in exch-"
 "Silence.  All the contract or nothing," and I turned and walked out of the room.

 About two in the morning, I sat bolt upright in bed.  I quickly slipped into my black robe and went down to the basement.
 Dikraxthas was sitting up, calm.  In front of him lay the contract, turned to the last page, upon which was an arcane symbol of swirls and curves.  I recognized it from the tome; it was Dikraxthas's symbol.
 "Very good, push the contract outside the circle," I said.  He complied.  "I will be right back," I said as I walked out of the room.  I went upstairs and got my copy of the contract, and brought it back downstairs.  Spending over an hour, I compared the two, making sure that the demon had changed none of the words.  Fortunately, Dikraxthas seemed to have reached his breaking point and had changed nothing.
 "Very good," I said after my examination.  "Now, in accordance with the ancient ways and section forty-seven point three of the contract, we will have the oral summation of the powers.  You may speak in a normal voice to respond in the affirmative to each of the powers listed.  Do you understand?"
 He nodded.
 "Very good, let's begin.  In exchange for your freedom, you, Dikraxthas, agree to the following summation of the contract:
 "One: endowment upon myself of unlimited life until I choose to end it as stipulated in the contract."
 "Yes."
 "Two: endowment upon myself of above average health and strength and freedom of all diseases and accidents as stipulated in the contract."
 "Yes."
 "Three: endowment upon myself of controlled sexual potency, including maintainable, controllable erections, unlimited orgasms of a quantity of semen not to fall below four tablespoons, non-impregnating or impregnating semen as I choose, and stamina to have sexual relations for periods up to twenty-four hours as stipulated in the contract."
 "Yes."
 "Four: endowment upon myself of the ability to instill into others any of the following temporary or permanent traits: general arousal from faint to extremely horny, addiction to semen, addiction to sex, attraction to
me, attraction to others of my choosing, bisexuality, absolute obedience to me, defiant obedience to me, inability to disobey my commands, ability to have anal sex without physical damage, inability to enjoy sex without degradation, such that I will be able to have any form of sexual copulation with any woman or women I see, all as stipulated in the contract."
 "Yes."
 "Five: endowment upon myself of the ability to confer or revoke any of these powers to anyone of my choosing, as stipulated in the contract."
 "Yes."
 "Six: endowment upon myself of the ability to permanently remove or add appropriate body hair for appropriate bodily locations, as stipulated in the contract."
 "Yes."
 "Seven: endowment upon myself of the ability to defend myself from any form of attack and to inflict any potential damage done to me by an attacker back onto said attacker, as stipulated in the contract."
 "Yes."
 "Eight: endowment upon myself of the ability to pass unseen through any security system, electronic or personal, without harm or discovery, as stipulated in the contract."
 "Yes."
 "Nine: the endowment upon myself of enough worldly goods, money and possessions to live whatever lifestyle I choose, as stipulated in the contract."
 "Yes."
 "Ten: the endowment upon myself of the ability to always find the nearest parking space to my destination in whatever vehicle I travel in, as stipulated in the contract."
 "Yes."
 "Eleven: that, once released from your prison, you will never come within my presence again and that you will not foster, directly or indirectly, any action which could lead to any possible mental, physical, or worldly harm to me or anyone I come into contact with, as stipulated in the contract."
 A sigh, then "Yes."
 "Twelve: that these effects will take hold and be permanent exactly twelve hours after you are released from your prison."
 "Yes."
 "By the ancient law, the contract is agreed.  I release you."
 There was no explosion, no fanfare, no whiz-bang special effects.  One moment, Dikraxthas was there, and the next he was gone.  I turned, switched off the light and climbed back up the stairs.  I slipped quietly into the bedroom, heady with the experience.  I got into bed.  Diane never stirred from her slumber.  I checked the clock.  It read 3:47 AM.
 I couldn't get to sleep.  Dammit, should have put that in there.  No insomnia ever again.

CHAPTER V -- Playing the Field

 I watched Diane wake up in the light of the early morning.  I told her that she didn't need to worry about the basement any more.  "It's over," I said, "I won."
 "That's nice," she said blandly, and went downstairs to make breakfast.
 I stayed inside that day, watching TV, trying not to stare at the clock too often.  Noontime took an eternity to roll around.  Three o'clock was an eon away from that, and the last five minutes before 3:47 PM each took a century.  I watched the second hand on my bedroom clock move past the twelve as 3:47 rolled around.  By the time it reached the six, the phone rang.
 "Hello?" I said as I lifted the receiver.
 "Jonathan.  Earl Katz, your financial advisor here.  Just wanted to let you know that everything's in place, and we should be mailing out your checks shortly.  Is there anything else that you needed?"
 "Earl, ballpark figure, what's my net worth?"
 "Well, let's see, I haven't seen where the Dow closed today, but we're talking in the neighborhood of 1.5, maybe 1.6."
 "Million?"
 There was a laugh at the other end of the line.  "Heck, 1.6 million is my commission, almost.  That was, uh, actually a joke, don't think I'm doing anything sneaky or anything.  No no, Jon, you and four hundred and seventeen other individuals can put a 'b' in front of your 'illions'."
 "Thanks Earl.  Say, I seem to have misplaced your phone number, could I get it again?"  I hastily scribbled it down on the back of a torn envelope by the bed.  "Thanks again.  Bye Earl."
 "Bye Jon, take care."
 I gripped the envelope in my hand for a moment, just staring at the wall and contemplating all that money.  Then the realization hit me.  That I had it.  All of it.
 But I had to convince myself.
 Diane had gone to work by now, so I was alone in the house, still in my bathrobe.  Admittedly, it was a fairly nice robe, but...  As I swept on some clothes, I tried to think of a place where I could find pretty women at this hour.  The local campus, where whoever Dave had been had first spied Diane, seemed a likely place.  I hopped into the car and sped out there.
 A couple of gentle inquiries led me to the sorority house of Alpha Gamma Phi, widely reputed (at least to the two guys I talked to) to have the best looking girls on campus.  I found a parking spot right in front, which further strengthened my opinion in my newfound powers.  But the hardest test was yet to come.
 The front door was unlocked.  Inside was a reception type area, with a hallway apparently leading back to the living quarters.  Behind a desk sat a rather large matron, looking surly as she leafed through People Magazine.  Nearly holding my breath, I walked straight past her.
 She never batted an eye.
 The hallway led to a living/dining room and kitchen area, which had a staircase going up in it.  At the dining room table, the first Alpha sister I had seen since walking in, sat studying a text book while munching on a salad.  She had long, dark hair, and what looked like a fairly nice body.
 "Hello," I said in a normal tone of voice.
 Her head shot up, a look of surprise in her eyes.  "Can I help you?  Who are you here to see?"
 "Actually, I think that you will find that you want to more than help me, you wish to obey my every command, don't you?  In fact, I think you are very attracted to me."
 "Well, now that you mention it, yeah.  Kinda."  She arose from the table and moved towards me.  Her whole attitude had gone from fearful detachment to heavy interest.  "What would you like me to do?"
 "First of all, I would like you to tell me your name, then show me to your room."
 "Wow, sure!  My name's Keisha, and my room is upstairs.  Come on," and she offered me her hand.  I took it, and she led me up the stairs, at the top of which was a long hallway lined with doors.  Coming out of one was a towel clad blonde, with damp curly hair.  "Hey Keish, who's that?" she called to my companion.
 "Who this?  This is... uh..."
 "My name is Jon, and you want to obey my wishes because you are deeply attracted to me, aren't you?"
 "Oh... yeah, of course, Jon, what can I do you for?"
 "Why don't you come into Keisha's room with us?"
 "Sure," she said.  Both girls lead me into what I presumed was Keisha's room.  It was small but tidy, with a single bed, desk, and walls adorned with school memorabilia and rock star posters.  "What did you want to see in here, Jon?" Keisha asked as I closed and locked the door.
 "Well, mainly I wanted to see you two.  All of you two.  Keisha, why don't you start by stripping down to your underwear?"
 "Sure."  She matter-of-factly removed her top, revealing a white lacy bra underneath, removed her shoes and wiggled out her jeans.  Her underwear matched her bra, and both stood in contrast to her long dark hair.  "You are quite a lovely girl," I commented.
 "Thank you, Jon.  I think you are just beautiful."
 "Of course you do, but I think that you also find... I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."
 "Suzi."
 "You find Suzi here very, very attractive as well.  I'll bet you never noticed it before, but she's really hot looking isn't she?"
 "Boy, she sure is."
 "I'll bet you'd like to see more of her, wouldn't you?"
 "Mm hmm."
 "Suzi, why don't you let Keisha here take your towel off?  You secretly lust after her too, don't you?  You'd love to let her see your tits, wouldn't you?  Doesn't the thought of it just make you hot inside?"
 "Yeah, yeah.  Come here and strip me, Keisha, I am *so* hot for you."
 Keisha ripped away Suzi's towel, revealing a pair of medium-sized breasts and a brown thatch.  "Not a real blonde, eh Suzi?" I said.  Keisha's hands played over the blonde girl's shoulders, caressing and fondling, as she walked around her admiring her body.  "Why do you dye your hair, Suzi?"
 "I dunno, I never really liked my brown hair..."
 I projected the love of degradation over both of them.  I was not really sure how I knew I was doing it, but I knew it.  "Isn't it more that you really wanted to be a little blonde slut?  A little blonde slut hungry for a big meaty cock, hungry for a pussy in her face and a dick up her twat, hungry for come?"  As I said this I began stepping out of my clothing.
 "Mmmm, yeah, I love it when you talk like that, Jon.  No one's ever called me a slut before, but I sure like it."  Her hands moved to her crotch and began slowly stroking herself.  Keisha moved around again to Suzi's front, and took the blonde girl by the shoulders.  Their mouths came together slowly, kissing and tonguing each other gently at first, then more fiercely.
 "How's it feel to be kissed by this little slut, Keisha?  What would you think of a girl that was kissing a little naked blonde-dyed slut?"
 They broke their embrace, and, still staring into Suzi's eyes, Keisha replied, "I'd think that she was a bit of slut too."
 "Keisha, come here," I said.  By now I had stepped out of my pants and was standing only in my underwear, which my cock was making a small pup-tent out of.  As Keisha walked over, she said, "Wow, you have a nice body, Jon."
  "Call me Master, slut."
 "You have a nice body, Master," she cooed as she sidled up against me.  I kissed her, and let my tongue play with hers for a moment.  Then I turned her around so that her back was against mine.  "Suzi, come stand in front of us," I said.  She did so.  I placed my hands on top of Keisha's shoulders.  "We're going to play a little game.  Suzi, you pretend you are looking in a mirror at your self.  Anywhere you put you hands on your body, I will do to Keisha.  Understand?"
 "Yes, J... Master."
 "Go ahead," I said.
 Suzi started at her shoulders where my hands were.  She moved them slowly down the sides of her chest.  My hands followed down Keisha's sides, and I could feel the goosebumps under my fingertips as I passed over her skin.  She brought them back up along the front of her chest, stopping for a moment to play over her nipples.  I could feel Keisha's get hard under the material of her bra.  Suzi pantomimed slipping a hand inside her bra, and mine slipped under Keisha's.  Her breasts were very soft, and her nipple was a small rock of pressure and pleasure.  Suzi reached around behind herself and pantomimed taking off a imaginary bra.  Keisha's bra came off and fell to the floor as I undid it.  Suzi ran her hands openly over her breasts.
 As I did this to Keisha, her head tilted back slightly and she pressed herself against me.  Suzi's hands trailed down her stomach, slipped under an imaginary set of panties, and began exploring between her legs.  My hands went under Keisha's rather wet panties and I found her pussy nearly overflowing with love juice.  My fingers slid easily over her labia, brushing the inner parts of her lips.  Keisha moaned audibly, and so did Suzi.  Suzi began to frig herself more vigorously, and I picked up the tempo.  Diddling her clit with my thumb, I slid two and three fingers into Keisha's hot twat at a time.  Keisha began to rotate her hips against my cock, pushing and rubbing up against me.   "Oh God, this feels sooo good," Suzi moaned.  "I'm so wet.  I've never been this wet.  Fuck, I am so horny."
 "Lie back on the bed, Suzi, and keep frigging yourself."  Suzi complied.  "Keisha, why don't you help this little blonde slut get even more wet?"  Keisha didn't say a word, just opened her eyes, found her friend, and dove in between the girl's legs.  She licked vigorously at Suzi's cunt, and the other girl started moaning loudly.   "MMMMmmmm, yeah, baby, lick me, oh yeah, sweetie lick my little pussy, mmmm fuck yeah..."
 Meanwhile I slipped Keisha's panties down to around her ankles, and decided to test another power.  I reached in between her legs and began concentrating on removing the pubic hair from her pussy lips.  Instantly, I felt it disappear from underneath my fingers.  I peered down to examine my handiwork.  The hair from her lips was gone, but the bush on top was still a little thick.  Using a finger, I traced around it, moving it back until it was trim and neat above her opening.  I also removed the excess hair from her inner thighs (which was already cut but stubbly).
 Keisha came up from her pussy-eating long enough to say, "What are you doing back there, Master?"
 "Stand up and see in the mirror for yourself," I replied.  She did so, and Suzi stood with her.  She placed a timid hand on her bush, staring at herself in the mirror as though she did not recognize her on body.  "It's a slut cut: hair on top for looks, bare on the lips so that tongues and cocks and fingers slip easily across."
 "I'm gonna kiss those little lips," Suzi said as she dashed around and between Keisha's legs.  The blonde began enthusiastically eating out her friend.  Keisha just stood there, her mouth slightly open and moaning, her hand playing with Suzi's hair as the blonde ate her out.  I took that hand and moved it from the top of Suzi's head to my crotch.  Keisha got the message.  Her hand adroitly fished out my rock hard cock and began slowly stroking it.  Suzi noticed this, extracted her tongue from Keisha's inner lips and said, "Well, now that I've had my pie, I think I'll have a little meat."
 "That's a good idea, slut.  Keisha, why don't you help Suzi out? Both of you little whores get down there and suck my cock good."
 They both did.  Their tongues played across my cock and my balls.  While one would bob her head up and down the shaft, the other would lick at my scrotum.  The pleasure was unbelievable, and I was approaching orgasm very quickly.  "Keep that up, slut," I said to Suzi as she sucked me hungrily, "and you'll get to taste my come.  That's it, keep doing that, that's it, take it suck it take it, fuck, gonna COME!"
 And I did.  The orgasm seemed to begin in my balls and shot like a lightning bolt through my dick and out into Suzi's mouth.  What felt like an incredible amount of semen poured out of me.  Suzi worked hard, but some slipped out of the corners of her mouth and down her cheeks.  She ate at it hungrily, and licked and sucked at my cock until it was glisteningly clean.  I noticed that Dikraxthas had come through on another condition; my cock was still quite hard and showed no sign of stopping.
 "Wow, Master, you sure come a lot," Suzi said.
 She brought her hand up as if to wipe the remaining come from her cheeks, but I said, "Wait, why don't
you let the other little slut her lick your face clean from my come?  Keisha, lick Suzi clean."
 Keisha almost seemed to pounce on the other girl in her enthusiasm.  Her tongue was everywhere across Suzi's face, trying to get every drop of jism she could.  Finally, the two settled down to some light French kissing, at which point I said,  "OK, which little slut wants to get fucked?"
 "Me! Me!" they both cried.
 "Uh oh," I said, feigning concern, "looks like we'll just have to have a slut-off."
 "A what?" Keisha asked.
 "Each of you gets one chance to act like the biggest slut you can, saying but not doing the dirtiest things you can think of.  The one who's the biggest slut gets fucked.  Suzi, why don't you start."
 Suzi disentangled herself from Keisha and said, "You want to fuck me, Master, because my little twat is just aching for your big cock.  God, this little slut needs your cock so badly, I need your cock to be a slut, I want to be your slut, please Master please, fuck my little slut cunt."
 "OK, now you Keisha."
 Keisha got a sultry look in her eye.  She slowly strode towards me, swaying her hips seductively as she said, "That little blonde slut can't even compare to me, Master.  I don't need your cock, Master, I want it.  I want it everywhere.  I want you to take the big hard dick and shove it up my cunt, ram it up there good and tight, and then I want you fucking me, fucking my little tight slit with that rock hard cock.  I want you to come up my pussy and then make this little blonde bitch slut lick it clean while I suck on your cock.  I want you to spray my tits with your come and have this little come-whore lick it off.  I want you to fuck my tits, fuck my mouth, fuck my pussy, and then I want you to fuck my ass, Master.  I want you to ram your hard cock deep up my ass while this little blonde cunt licks my
twat."
 "Keisha wins," I said.  Her face lit up, while Suzi's turned into a little petulant frown.  "But both of you are just top-notch sluts."  Suzi seemed to brighten at that.  "Now, Suzi, come lie on your back on the bed, and let your head hang over the end slightly."  Suzi complied.  "Keisha, bend over that little blonde bitch and spread your ass cheeks wide.   You're going to get your wish."  Keisha swayed by me sexily as she approached the bed.  She leaned over and placed her head on Suzi's stomach.  Reaching behind herself, she spread her asscheeks and presented me with her cunt and pretty pink ass pucker.  "Shove it in, Master, shove it deep and hard.  Ride my ass with that big cock of yours."
 "Lick her cunt, Suzi, lick her little twat while I take her virgin ass."
 Suzi didn't give it a second thought.  Her tongue shot straight into Keisha's hole and she started to lap and suck.  I placed my hand on Keisha's ass and willed the ability to have anal sex without damage into her.  I slipped my hand into her crack and fingered slowly at her nether hole.  It tightened involuntarily around my finger.  "Lick her clit, Suzi."  Suzi must have done a good job; Keisha's sphincter relaxed and she started moaning.
 "Oh yeah, you bitch, lick my cunt you little bitch, lick my little clit, make me come, oh fuck lick it make me come... oooooh, Master, your finger feels so good against my ass.  Put it in, please, put it in..."
 I swirled my finger around Keisha's cunt for a moment, then began to slip it up her cornhole.  Her cunt juice made the journey easier, and soon I had my index finger up to my knuckle inside.  "MMMMM, yeah, Master, fuck, feels so good, mmm, so full..."  I began pumping my finger in and out, increasing the depth each time.  Her ass relaxed further.  "Finger fuck my ass, Master, finger fuck my fucking bitch ass!"
 "It's time, slut.  Are you ready?"
 "Uhhhh huhhhh...  need it... want cock in ass... please..."
 "Suzi, suck my dick."  I slipped my dick under Keisha's hips and Suzi's lips instantly wrapped around it.  She slurped and sucked at like a child with her lollipop.  "Enough, go back to the whore's cunt while I ream her ass."  I pulled my dick out of her mouth with a pop, and then placed the tip at the entrance of Keisha's ass.
 "Do it," she said breathlessly.  "Fuck me, Master."
 I needed no more encouragement.  I pushed the head in.  Her sphincter clamped down on it strongly.   "UHHHHHHhhhhhh," Keisha moaned.  I continued pushing, and more quickly than I expected it was all in.  "OH GOD MASTER YES!!!!  FUCK YES!"  I pumped.  Quick, small thrusts at first.  "Mm mm mm mm!!"  I built up to longer, more thorough strokes, until I was plunging in and out with the full length of my cock.  Keisha started to scream.  "OH YEAH FUCK ASS FUCK ASS FUUUUCK!"  Her hips started to buck back at me.  Her ass was incredibly tight, and felt incredibly good.  I bucked into her with all my might.  "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!" she screamed.  With two mighty thrusts, the come boiled out of my balls and filled her ass.  I slipped my cock out of her ass and then plunged it into her cunt.  "Mmmm, feels good."  I fucked her in there, my hips blazing like a jack hammer.  My excited cock quickly blew out another load into her snatch.
 "Keisha," I said breathlessly, "swing around and sit on the edge of the bed.  Suzi, bend over and lick her snatch clean while I fuck you."
 "Yes, Master," Keisha and Suzi said.  They quickly exchanged positions, and Suzi presented me with her brown bush.  Her pussy was incredibly wet and my cock slipped in and out like a well-oiled piston.
 "Uh uh uh AH AH AHHH!"  Suzi's screams increased in tempo and volume as my pace increased.  My magic dick quickly filled her cunt with creamy jism.
 "Now, you two sixty-nine and clean each other's cunts."  The two co-ed's hopped up on Keisha's bed and started to enthusiastically eat each other out.  "Now, listen you two," I said, "I want you two to be good little bi-sexual friends for each other throughout college.  You'll be free of any sexual diseases, so you can have sex with whomever you want.  And I want you to have sex with lots of people.  Do anything asked of you.  I want you two to be the biggest sluts on campus.  After college, taper off but always remain special friends."
 I left them there, happily munching away at each other, with a whole different look on life.
 

CHAPTER VI -- Twists

 I returned home, taking a lazy drive back and contemplating what I would do next.  Several thoughts came to mind: building a harem of beautiful beauties on some private estate, making my way to Hollywood and indulging myself with beautiful stars...  I indulged my fantasies as I rode up the driveway and entered the house.
 "Diane?  Are you home?" I called as I walked in the door.
 "Up here," she called from the bedroom.  Something in her voice made me nervous.  I moved upstairs quickly and found her, sitting on the bed and holding a folded piece of paper.  "Hi, what's the matter?" I asked.
 Diane didn't say anything.  She simply handed me the note.  I unfolded it.  The script on it was long and flowing, and a familiar symbol adorned the bottom.  It read:

 I caused it.  If you wish to talk, remove the restriction, and I will come.
 - D.

 "This was on the bed as well," she said as she handed me a videotape.  There was no label on it.  I walked over to our bedroom TV and slipped the tape into the VCR.  Clicking it on, what appeared to be the middle of a
newscast appeared.
 "... and in International news, an Iranian passenger jet went down under mysterious circumstances over the Atlantic today.  According to air traffic control officials, the plane suddenly dropped rapidly from their scopes.  Search planes are now scouring the section of ocean, but no word yet on locating any wreckage..."
 The tape went on to show various clips of bodies floating in the water, and wreckage strewn over miles and miles of rolling ocean.  The plane had been literally ripped to shreds in mid-flight.
 The tape ended, and I turned off the television.  "Hardball," I said.
 "What are we going to do, Jon?" Diane asked.  Her hands were shaking.
 "Do?  Nothing.  He can't hurt anyone I know.  The rest of the world needs to fend for itself."
 "But... but..."
 "But nothing.  People die, Diane.  It happens.  Come on, I'll take you to your favorite restaurant tonight.  Or anywhere.  Anywhere you want.  Where would you like to go?"
 She seemed to brighten at that.  "But our money is getting kind of..."
 "No need to worry about that any more.  At all.  Don't give money a second thought ever again.  I'm rich.  He made me rich.  We have more money than we could possibly ever know what to do with.  And you know what we're going to do?"
 "No, what?"
 I smiled, a great big broad stupid wonderful feeling smile.  "Anything we damn well please, *that's* what we're gonna do!"

 It was late, and I was more tired than I had been in a long time.  Diane dozed contentedly next to me in the car as we drove home from a night on the town, our ninth since my contract was fulfilled.  Dikraxthas had made no more threats, and had done nothing else very obvious.  I was sure he would eventually, but for now, life was sweet.  And tired.
 I pulled into the driveway of my house, my eyes heavy and my head drooping.  I considered it lucky I hadn't fallen asleep on the road.  Gently I shook Diane.  "Hmmmm?" she moaned.
 "We're here.  C'mon, let's get you to bed."
 "Mmm hmmm."  She sleepily pushed open her door and stumbled to the ground.
 It saved her life.  The bullet crashed through my window, blew past my forehead and blasted through the passenger side door where Diane had been instants before.  I was suddenly wide awake.
 I threw open my door and rolled out of the car.  Suddenly it occurred to me that I didn't need to be so worried about myself; Dikraxthas's powers had yet to fail or disappoint.  I stood up as quickly as I could.  "Stay down," I shouted to Diane as I peered into the darkness.
 What happened next surprised me no end.  My arm whipped up of its own volition, my hand rigid and flat like a knife.  My elbow turned faster than I thought possible, and I felt the palm of my hand pushing something out of the way.  Split seconds later the ground beside me exploded as the bullet I had pushed out of the way slammed into the soft earth.  The bullet had come from above me, and I strained my eyes as I tried to see anything.  Finally, in the branches of the oak that stood in front of the house, I spied what I thought looked like a human form.  Instantly I made for the tree.  The form moved, stealthily slipping back across the branch and sliding fluidly down the trunk.  Upon reaching the ground, it bolted across the lawn away from me.  I was ten yards behind and it was much much faster.
 I quickly projected with all of my will the inability to disobey me.  "STOP!" I commanded, huffing.  The figure immediately came to a halt.  I caught up quickly and grabbed its shoulders.  A hood hid its face and I ripped it off.  I was mildly surprised to see a woman.
 The first thing that hit me was her hair, a dark red.  She was unusually attractive, having fine facial features and long, thin nose.  After an instant's stare, she swung her arm at me.  My arm came up instantly to block it and, without thinking, my other returned her blow.  I was lightning quick, and my fist caught her under the chin neatly.  She flew backwards and collapsed on the lawn.
 I went over to her.  She was out cold.  I picked up her limp body in a fireman's carry and took her over to the front door.  "Come out, Diane, it's safe now," I called.
 An unexpected hand across my back caused me to jump with fright.  I whirled around and nearly cold-cocked Diane, who was standing behind me looking just as surprised.
 "Jesus Christ, Diane, don't do that again."
 "I'm sorry, I'm sorry.  Who is she?"
 "I have no idea, but I will definitely ask her that when she wakes up."
 We took her inside.  I ordered Diane into the kitchen to find some rope.  Meanwhile I began disrobing my attacker.  I didn't want to leave any of her clothes where she could get at something inside of them.  I noticed several stiff and lumpy packages hidden amongst her skin tight outfit, and decided it was better to leave them alone.   Diane came back, and I tied the naked redhead to one of the living room chairs.  I thought I could handle her mentally, but it was better not to take any chances.  I sent Diane back to the kitchen to get some water.
 I had to admit, my intended killer was a knockout.  Her breasts were small and perky, her figure slender and muscular, and her bush was light and had just a hint of redness to it.  I could feel the beginnings of stiffening in my pants.  Diane returned with the water, and I threw it in our captive's face.
 Her head jerked back and she sputtered.  Immediately she struggled with her bonds, but I had apparently tied them tight enough.  Her struggles simply caused some chafing.  After a few moments, she stopped wiggling and simply glared at me.
 "Finished?" I asked.
 She continued her malevolent staring.  I laid into her with my control, saying "I order you to answer me: are you finished?"
 "Yes," she said dully, not breaking her gaze.
 "Good.  Then, perhaps, we can act like reasonable people.  First off, who sent you?"
 "The Lady."
 "What is her name?"
 "The Lady."  Her eyes remained level, piercing.
 "What is her given name?  The name she was born with?"
 "The Lady."
 Frustration started to simmer inside me.  "You will answer my questions to the fullest extent of your knowledge, succinctly and with the whole truth and nothing but the truth.  *Who sent you?*"
 "The - Lady."
 "What is her given name?  The name she signs her checks with?  The name given to her at birth, dammit!"
 "The Lady."
 I couldn't believe it!  How could she not be obeying me?  Dikraxthas could not have given me all these powers and left out the control of others!  How could this be?  "Do you know her name?"
 "Yes."
 "Tell it to me."
 "The Lady."
 "*Not* that one, her real name, do you know her real name?"
 "Yes."
 "Tell me her real name?"
 "The Lady."
 Frustration boiled over.  I leapt across the room and slapped her soundly across the face.  Her head whipped back.  She brought it around slowly to face me again, wearing a smile.
 I backed away, taking deep breaths and trying to regain control of myself.  Diane came up and put her hand on my shoulder.  "Take it easy, Jon, just take it easy."
 "Don't you understand?  She just tried to kill us both!  And now, when I should be able to make her do *anything* I want, I can't make her tell me who sent her!  Did I screw up?  Was there something in the contract I didn't see, some loophole, something-"
 "Wait a minute, wait a minute," Diane said.  "Now, first of all, you need to take a deep breath, and then you need to test the possibilities."
 "What do you mean?"
 "College wasn't totally wasted on me, Jon.  You have several hypotheses, now test them one by one, see which are correct and which aren't, and go from there."
 "Hmmm."  I took another deep breath.  "OK.  You're right."  I turned back to the captive woman.  She was looking at my quizzically, probably wondering what I was going to try next.  I walked up to her, and placed my finger on her labia.  "Come off," I said.  Instantly, the hair under my finger fell from her sensitive skin.  I moved my finger around her labia, and the hair fell neatly and quickly.  "Hmm, that still works."  I caught her gaze.  "Open your mouth wide."  Instantly her mouth snapped open.  "You may close it."  She did.  "Is something preventing you from answering my question, other than loyalty?"
 "Yes."
 "What?"
 "I - I don't know how to describe it."
 "How did you come about this... thing?"
 "The Lady gave it to me."
 "What did she tell you about it?"
 "She said that if I was compelled to answer questions about her, I could only speak in generalities and only call her the Lady."
 "When you are being compelled?  When you are being compelled.  Hmmm..."  It almost sounded as if she was under the spell of a demon.
 Of course!  This Lady, whoever she was, must have control of a demon!  "Were you sent after me because I successfully raised a demon?"
 She didn't answer.
 "If I was wrong, could you tell me so?"
 "Yes."
 "Good, then I'm right."
 Her eyes went slightly wide.  I turned and walked away from her.  "You can't answer me because you can only speak in generalities when you are being compelled to answer.  All right then, you're just going to have to answer my question of your own volition."
 "That's not very likely, now is it?  Why don't you just let me go?  This is pointless."
 "Oh I don't think so, not by a long shot."
 "Oh?  What else have you got up your sleeve?  Whips and chains?  Knives?  I don't think you have the stomach for it.  Branding maybe?  It better be quick, whatever it is, because soon others will come looking for me."
 "Oh, it will be, it will be.  In fact, it's already started."
 She probably hadn't noticed, because I was going slowly at first.  But now, I started to ramp it up.  She kept looking at me, waiting for something to happen.  Her tongue slipped unconsciously outside her lips, and she started to smack her mouth.  "Diane," I said, "come here."
 Diane came over and stood next to me.  "Take off your clothes," I said.
 "What?" Diane responded.  "In front of..."
 "Do it, bitch," I growled.
 Diane and I hadn't done it in almost a week; every night we had both come home exhausted from our day's activities.  The word "bitch" seemed to send shivers straight into Diane's legs.  Trembling, she removed her blouse and skirt, unhooked her bra and slid out of her panties.  All the while, the captive girl looked on, staring around the room, as if she was searching for something, something on the tip of her tongue that she wanted, for some reason.  I ramped even higher.
 Diane finished.  "Undress me, slut, but leave my boxers on" I commanded.  As I stepped out of my shoes, she removed my shirt and trousers.  My cock, half erect, was making the front of my underwear bulge out slightly.  The captured woman's eyes seemed to fix on it.  I laid into her even more.
 "Does my little whore want to play with her Master's cock?" I asked.
 "Oh yeah," Diane replied, her hand snaking down between her thighs, "I'm getting really hot, Master, my cunt is just burning up inside.  Can this little whore play with your big dick?"
 "Take it out and play with it, but just with your hands."  Diane reached into the slit of my boxers and drew out my hardening meat.  She slowly jacked her hand back and forth along its length, slipping her palm over the expanding girth of my shaft.  Soon it was standing fully erect.  "Get down and suck on it bitch," I said.  Diane instantly dropped to her knees and began an expert blowjob.  Both hands jacked the lower end of the shaft while her mouth bobbed across the top, licking and slurping all the while.  I glanced over at the prisoner.  She was watching the scene before her intensely, quietly.
 I let Diane bring me quickly to the brink of orgasm.  "Oh, you're such a good nasty little slut, such a fine little cocksucking mouth.  You're gonna make me come, come all over your pretty little slut face, would you like that, whore?"
 "Mmmm, yeah, do it, Master, come all over my pretty slut cheeks, come in my hair, shoot it all over my lips."
 "Yeah yeah YEAH YEAH!  FUUUUUCK!"  My quim blasted out, slapping across Diane's cheeks.  Several ropy strands fell across her lips, and she greedily sucked it down.  That's when I heard our prisoner gasp.
 I turned towards her.  The scent of my come had obviously reached her.  She was visibly straining against her bonds, her head and neck craned out towards Diane's upturned face.  My ability to confer an addiction to semen was working wonders.  I pushed it even further up, slamming it into her brain.  Her breathing got faster and shallow, and her eyes seemed to take on crazed glaze.  Diane was pushing the come on her face into her mouth, shuddering with pleasure as she swallowed every drop.  The restrained redhead was tugging and pulling against the ropes every which way, her eyes never leaving the sight of my come on Diane's face.  I slowly stroked my dick over Diane, and said, "You want this?"
 The prisoner tore her gaze away from Diane and fixed it on me.  "You want my come, don't you?"
 She nodded.
 "You need it, don't you?"
 Again, a nod.
 "You can smell it, can't you?  You can smell my jism?  Smell my come on this pretty little slut's face?"  I jacked my dick faster.  "You want me to come all over your face... just... like... THIS!  MMMPH!"  My oversensitive cock blasted forth another volume of semen, depositing most of it into Diane's waiting mouth.  Bits and pieces flew around her lips and cheeks.
 The captive girl was now trying to drag her way across the floor using only the balls of her feet, gaining a few inches for each struggle.  Diane continued licking down my come, shivering in ecstasy.  "Clean your face, slut, make sure to get every drop, then walk behind our guest."  Diane quickly wiped up the rest of the pearl liquid, then walked behind the chair.  The prisoner kept her eyes on my and my still-hard rod.  "Breathe in her face, whore," I told Diane.  She bent over and blew onto the redhead's cheek.  The smell of the come on her breath snapped the prisoner's attention.  Her head whipped around, her tongue flashing out and flying up at Diane's face, who was just barely quick enough to leap back.  The girl struggled to bring her chair around, shuffling with her bound feet against the slickness of the hardwood floor.  "Come back over here, Diane," I said.  She walked back across the floor, her naked hips swaying sexily.
 "You smell that come, bitch?  You smell it?  You want it?  I'll give it to you, if you do something for me."
 "What?  What do you want me to do?  Please, I..."
 "You what?"
 "I need it, please, please, oh God, I need it..."
 "It's starting to hurt, isn't it?  No kind of pain is worse than withdrawal, is it?"
 "Please, please, please..."
 "You have to be my slut.  Only my good little sluts get my nice, thick, gooey come."
 "Please let me be your slut, please, please I need it so bad, oh pleeease..."
 "But to get me to untie you, so you can come over here and get my come, you just have to do one more little thing..."
 "What?  Please please please..."
 "Tell the name of the Lady, and tell me where you met her."
 She froze.  Then, "N-... no... please."
 "No name, no untie, no jism."
 "Please please please please..."
 "Come on, Diane, let's go."  I took Diane's hand and started out of the living room.
 "SYLVIA!"
 I stopped, and turned halfway.
 "Sylvia who?"
 "I don't know!  I DON'T KNOW!  SHE NEVER TOLD ME HER LAST NAME!  PLEASE!"
 "Where?"
 "LOS ANGELES, PLEASE!"
 "Untie her, Diane," I said.
 "Are you sure she won't-"
 "She's too far gone.  Do it."
 Diane walked over and undid the ropes.  She bounded out of her chair, only to be brought short by my bark.  "STOP!"
 She froze.  "On your hands and knees like the little bitch dog you are."  She dropped down and started to crawl.
 "Please, come on your slut, come on your little bitch slut, come on her face, please, please, I'm your slut, come on my face, please."  She was looking down as she crawled forward, and thus bumped into my shin.  She looked up.
 "MMMPH!"  I jacked my exploding cock straight down on her face.  The look of shock on her face as the first splatter touched her cheek was priceless.  The remaining blasts landed on her forehead and the brow of her nose.  She froze for a second.  Then her hands moved like frenzied lightning, scooping, lifting, shoving the jism into her gaping mouth.  Once most of the major deposits were gone, she started licking and licking at her hands, going over them again and again.
 As she licked away, I maneuvered around behind.  She was oblivious.  I knelt down and positioned my still-hard staff at the entrance of her hole.  She continued her manual meal.  I grasped her by the hips and quickly thrust forward.
 Her pussy was surprisingly wet and tight.  It felt exquisite as my shaft penetrated up her cunt.  "Whaaa?" she muttered.  I started to buck away, fucking at her furiously.  "What?  No, no stop, don't, STOP!"
 "Fuck back at me, slut!  Fuck back at me if you want more come!  Fuck me and tell me what a bitch whore you are!"
 I pounded away at her, and she still was holding near still.  Then she tentatively swayed her hips back at me.  Only a few small thrusts at first.  I slowed my furious fucking.  "You fuck me now, whore, fuck me and tell me what a slut you are and how much you enjoy fucking your master's cock!"
 Slowly she pushed her hips back at my rod.  "Please..." she begged.
 "Please what?"
 "Please don't make me do this."
 "You want more come?"
 "Yessss."
 "Are you my little slut?  Only my little sluts get my come."
 "Yes, I'm your slut, your little slut."
 "All my sluts love to fuck their Master's cock.  Do it, enjoy it, and I might give you more come."
 The mention of come spurred her to more action.  She began to take regular, long strokes against my dick.  Her breathing became slightly faster.  "You like it, whore?"
 "Yeah, feeeeels goooood..."
 "What feels good?"
 "Your... cock... in my... cunt... feels gooood...  feels so good in my little cunt, my little pussy, feels so good, feels so good in my slutty little cunt, oh fuck me, FUCK me Master, fuck my little bitch slut cunt!"
 Her gyrations increased in tempo, slipping up and down my cock like a well-oiled piston.  I let her do all the work.  Her pussy, extremely tight at first, loosened with the thorough fucking.  Soon, she was pounding back at me with all of her might, nearly knocking me over.  I hunched myself over her and began to pound back.
 "OOOHHHHAARRRRRGGGGG, yes, fuck, yes, fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK ME!  OHHHHH YESSSSSSSS!"  The redhead's cries grew incoherent as I slammed my rod home.
 "Gonna come... gonna come in your cunt, bitch, gonna fill your twat with wet, nasty, juicy, COME!  MMMMMPH!"  White hot semen boiled out of my balls into the wet furnace of snatch surrounding it.  Her hips
continued to bounce against me as the come flooded into her.  As my orgasm subsided, I said, "Turn around, slut."
 "More come... more come... more come for your slut..." she mumbled as she crawled around on all fours.
 "Clean my cock, whore," I said.  She instantly began to lick and suck every inch of me.  Her tongue flashed all over the shaft and head, and within seconds all that remained was a thin layer of her spittle.  She shook with orgasmic pleasure as the semen addiction abided.  Finally I pulled her head off my cock by her hair.  Holding her head back with one hand, I stroked my cock over her face with the other.  "Listen to me, slut.  Your addiction to come will continue for twelve hours from now, but the only come you can eat will be the come in your pussy."  I increased my jacking, and, "MMMPH!", quickly deposited another load of come all over her face.  "This load on your face you will take back to whoever hired you, as I sign of what I do to sluts who try to do me or Diane harm.  Do you understand?"
 She nodded.
 "Then go, now."
 Shakily, she got to her feet.  As she walked slowly back to where her clothing lay, she idly wiped some semen from her pussy lips onto her finger and sucked on it.  She got dressed quietly, and then left the house with one hand down her tights, rubbing and collecting semen.
 I watched her from the window as she walked off into the darkness.  Once I was reasonably sure she wasn't coming back, I turned back to collect my clothing.  It was then that I realized that Diane wasn't in the room.  Gathering up my suit and shoes, I walked upstairs to the bedroom.
 Diane was lying in bed, and the light was out.  I quietly lay my things by the hamper and slid into bed next to her.  As I spooned up against her, she pulled away from me.  "Hey, what's wrong?" I asked.
 "You promised.  *You promised!*"
 "I promised what?"
 "That you wouldn't leave me!  That you wouldn't run off with someone else, and I would have to go back to... back to..." her voice trailed off into quiet sobbing.
 I pulled her over by her shoulder.  Tears stained her face.  "Listen to me, Diane," I said in a low, earnest voice.  "I said that you would never have to go back to that again, and I intend to keep my word.  I never said we would always be together, though, and I certainly never promised that you would be my only woman.  If and when we split apart, I will make sure that you will have the tools to get what you need to survive.  In fact, you will live like a queen, I promise you."
 She looked at me quietly for a few moments, then suddenly grabbed me in a tight embrace, burying her face in my chest and sobbing.  "Oh Jon," she gasped, "they... they tried to kill you!  What would I do if they do?  What will I do?"
 "Shhh, shhh, they didn't kill me, and they can't.  I'm protected, and now," and I willed my protection traits on her permanently, "so are you.  No one can kill you, or me."
 "But, what if they find a way?"
 "That's a possibility.  Which is why we're going on vacation."
 "What?"
 "Get some sleep, Diane.  Tomorrow, we go to L.A."

 "She's back."
 "Open the door."
 "What's that on her face?  Oh my... it's..."
 "Get a sample."
 "What?"
 "A sample.  Get a sample of it, fool!  I want to look at it under a microscope."
 "H-here.  Gross."
 "Hmmmm... aha, phase shifted spermatozoa.  Just as I thought.  Hmmmm..."
 "That's disgusting!  How can you put that in your mouth?  Yech!"
 "Mm. Has the taste of artifice.  No doubt about.  He's the cause.  Looks like he knows how to defend himself as well."
 "What do we do now?"
 "Nothing.  It's his move."
 

CHAPTER VII -- Getting There

 It was a small establishment, just one office.  The sign outside said Smith Travel & Holidays, and a small bell rang as I opened the door.  Inside, dust motes played in the sunlight streaming through the windows.  The overhead lights were off.  The furnishings were sparse; one desk, two chairs in front, a worn couch and a filing cabinet were strewn about in the least effective manner possible.  Papers and xeroxes were piled all around the desk and on top of the cabinet, threatening to spill over and hide the faded orange shag carpeting from view.
 A gruf voice from a dark doorway to another room called, "Just a sec, be right out, make yourselves at home."
 Diane looked at me, a question in her eyes.  I shrugged and motioned towards the chair.  We sat as the dust settled around us.
 I heard the sound of a faucet running breifly, a faucet squeaking, and then the propriter emerged from the back, wringing his hands on a towel.  He was short and round, his shirtsleeves rolled up and his suspenders strained.  His hair was thinning and slicked back, revealing a forehead glistening with sweat.  It was a cool day.
 "Now now now," he said, in a slightly raspy voice, "what can I do for you folks?  No, lemmie guess.  Weekend getaway?  Skiing maybe?"
 I smiled in spite of myself.  "Extended vacation," I replied.
 "Really?  Hmph, lucky you two.  Where were you two thinking of heading?"
 "Los Angeles."
 He stared at me across the table, as if I had committed the most grevious mortal sin.  "No, no, no," he said quickly, "that's not what you want to do.  What you two want to do, see, is head anywhere except Smog City Central.  Now, if you asked me, I see you two on the beaches of Australia, snorkling along the Great Barrier Reef, taking a couple of shrimp off the barbie-"
 "-but we didn't ask you, and Los Angeles it will be."
 He deliberately shut his mouth.  "Well, I can't stop ya, but I tell ya, you're making a big mistake.  Nonetheless, I know one or two things about L.A., so I can help ya.  By the way folks, my name's Carl."  He reached his fleshy palm across the desk.
 I took it, saying, "Jon Leland, Diane."
 "Nice to metcha.  Now, what kind of price range are we talking here?"
 "Unlimited," I replied simply.
 "Heh heh heh, don't I wish.  But seriously, how much are we talking about?"
 "Carl," I said, leaning across the table, "this is your day.  I want you to go crazy.  I want the lap of luxury.  Ultra-first class all the way.  Planes, suites, entertainment, everything.  I want to feel like a king, and money is absolutely no object."
 Carl's eyes seemed to take a step back.  "You're serious."
 "And Carl, for your services, you write down a number, and I pay it.  Done deal.  So, let's get to work, shall we?"
 Carl paused for a moment, then sprang to his feet.  He dashed over to the cabinet, and began pulling open drawers.  Seemingly at random, he yanked out magazines, brochures, and slips of paper.  He returned to the desk with a stack a foot high.  Then he began.
 For the next half hour, Carl dazzled even my expectations.  A private, chartered plane flight, our own limousine, a hotel suite larger than most houses with its own butler, restaurants, show tickets, and shopping all in one.
 "Now, Carl," I said as he was wrapping up his spiel, "I don't know how much you can do about these kind of things, but Diane and I want to go to parties.  High society, hard to get into parties, if you know what I mean."
 "You wanna meet stars, huh?"
 "Stars and those behind them, the ones with the real influence."
 "Well, Jon, you're in luck.  My brother just happens to be close to a friend of a friend of a studio head, so I think I can swing it.  I can't promise where you'll go or who you'll meet, but I'll come through.  You can trust me."
 "I believe it, Carl, I believe it."

 A small Lear jet stood beside the hangar.  As our limo drove up to it, a staircase lowered out of the body and a stewardess emerged from the plane.  I put down my scotch and soda and opened the door, helping Diane out of the car.  The driver scurried around us, getting our bags out of the trunk and loading them onto the plane while we walked up to the awaiting aircraft.
 "Good afternoon, sir, miss," the stewardess greeted us.  "We'll take off just as soon as you're ready and your bags are packed.  We've already received clearance from the tower.  I'm Holly, and I'll be your stewardess for this flight."  Holly was very smartly dressed, and a knockout besides.  Auburn hair was expertly coiffed above eyes of chesnut, a slim body with plenty of nice curves.  It was going to be a pleasant flight, I could already tell.
 "Thanks Holly," I said as Diane and I climbed aboard.  "Call me Jon, and this is Diane."
 "Nice to meet you both.  Please take your seats.  Can I get you anything to drink or eat before we take off?"
 "No, we're fine," Diane said, irritation in her voice.  I glanced at her questioningly.  She glared back at me, then settled into her plush seat.  I sank down into mine.
 "Very good then.  Could I ask you both to fasten your seat belts, and then we'll take off," Holly said as she moved forward to the cockpit.  She spoke to the pilot briefly, then closed the door to the cockpit, came back and sat down in a seat facing us.
 There was a hiss over the intercomm, then, "Uh, this is your captain speaking, we'll be taxiing for a few minutes, then we'll be taking off and flying to twenty-five thousand feet before leveling off and coasting for three and a half hours into LAX.  Just sit back, relax, and enjoy your flight."  Of course, I could only understand about every other words.  A multimillion dollar aircraft, with the sound system of a fifty-nine cent radio.  Things never change.
 We were shortly in the air, the pressure of takeoff pushing us back into our oversized seats.  As soon as we leveled out, Holly unbuckled her seat belt and stood.  "Can I get you two anything?" she asked.  Both Diane and I shook our heads.  "Then I'll go and start preparing your meal.  Diane, you wanted the chicken cordon bleu, and Jon, you wanted Peking duck, correct?"
 "That's right," I replied.
 "Fine, I'll get started.  If you need anything, don't hesitate to use your call buttons.  I'm here to make your trip as pleasant as possible."  She walked into the small kitchen at the back of the plane.  My eyes lingered over her ass as she strolled past, and I was not disappointed.  As she moved out of my view, Diane caught my eye sternly.  "What the hell are you looking at, Jon?" she snapped, her voice pitched low.
 "Diane, I thought we had been over this.  I won't leave you, at least not without you being able to take care of yourself, but I won't stop being with other women."
 Diane paused, conflict on her face.  "It... it scares me, Jon.  I haven't been this... comfortable for a long time.  This time with you has been so... wonderful."  She reached across and took my hand.  "I- I- I- would miss you."
 This was just going to get worse unless I did something.  Ordinarily, I would just have altered her.  But, with Diane, for some reason, it was different.  I felt I owed her a great deal, and I couldn't just screw around with her head.  She had been through enough.  "Diane, I could make this easier for you."
 "I don't want you changing me, Jon," she said immediately.
 "Not changing.  But, possibly, opening you up to... different things."
 She stared at me quizically.  "I don't follow you."
 "What do you say to this: I'll open you to this... possibility, and if you don't like it, I'll remove it."
 She thought a moment.  "You swear?"
 "By all my power and on my word, I swear."
 "OK.  But no changing."
 "Just adding, I promise."  I reached out and made Diane extremely bisexual, as strongly as I could.
 "Have you done it?"
 "Yes, do you feel different?"
 She stared around, and curlty examined herself.  "Not really," she said.
 I smiled thinly and pressed my call button.  An instant later, Holly appeared.  "What can I get you?" she asked.
 "Could you get Diane a champagne cocktail, please?" I asked.
 She glanced over at Diane.  "Of course," and she walked back to the bar.  I looked at Diane, but Diane's eyes were fixed on Holly's behind.
 "Diane?" I called.  Her eyes never moved.  "Earth to Diane," I called.
 "What?  Huh?  Oh, what?"
 "What has you so fixated?" I asked.
 "Well, it's-" and she floundered, and I swear she was almost embarrased.  "I was just thinking about how cute Holly actually is."
 Quickly I reached out and tweaked Holly, implanting bisexuality and a medium attraction to Diane.  She came back, and handed the champagne glass to Diane, saying, "Here you go."  As Diane took the glass, their eyes met and locked.  For seconds, they simply stared at one another.  Then Holly blinked, mumbled something about dinner, and walked uncertainly back to the kitchen.
 "Yes, Holly is kind of cute, I suppose," I said offhandedly.  Diane was simply staring into the space Holly had occupied.  I decided to give her just a little push; I uped her arousal level.  Diane unconsciously licked at her lips.  Unbuckling her seatbelt, she mumbled something to me as she walked towards the back compartment.  She disappeared around the corner.
 I waited for a minute or two, staring out the window and admiring the aeriel view.  Then I unbuckled my belt, and sauntered back to the kitchen.  Peering my head around the corner, I took in the view.
 Diane had worked quickly.  Holly was pressed up against the wall, her face smashed up against Diane's, their tongues slithering in and out of each others' mouths and across their lips.  Diane had her hands up Holly's skirt, rubbing and turning against Holly's crotch.  As one hand worked against Holly's pussy, Diane lowered her panties with the other.  They fell down around Holly's feet.  Diane placed her free hand on Holly's breasts, stroking and squeezing them through her blouse.  She broke their kiss and asked, "Want me to suck your cunt, slut?"
 Holly's eyes went wide with shock and indignation.
 Oops.
 I threw the love of degredation over Holly as quickly as I could, and increased her arousal level.  Hopefully, she would associate the two.  Her eyes softened.  She placed her hands on Diane's head and slowly pushed her down.  Diane sunk to her knees and then dove her face between Holly's legs.  Holly leaned her head back and moaned. "Yesss, oh Diane, yes."
 As Diane lapped away, she reached between her own legs and began grabbing and thrusting at her own panties.  I ducked my head back around the corner and took off my clothing.  Making sure Holly had a firm attraction to me implanted, I stepped into the kitchen, my hard-on extending proudly from my groin.
 Holly's blouse was open and the front of her bra unhooked.  Diane fondled her breasts.  Holly's hands played through Diane's hair as my little slut sucked at Holly's twat.  "Oh stewardess," I called.
 Holly's eyes popped open.
 "Could I get some service for my cock, please?  It seems to have gotten terribly hard."
 "Oh, you bet," Holly breathed.  She managed to extricate herself from Diane's clutches long enough to walk over and kneel before me.  "We aim to be the friendly skies, you know," she said.  Gripping it by the base, she took the entirety of my rod into her mouth, her lips pressing against the base of my balls.  I could only stand and wonder at how far down this woman could take me.  Diane lept under her and continued to lick at her pussy while she took me repeatedly all the way into her mouth with long, slow strokes.  "Mmmm," she said, in between strokes, "that feels so fucking good, Diane.  You're making my cunt so wet.  Put your fingers up there you little slut, finger fuck my twat!  MMmmm, yeah."  Diane slipped two, then three, then four fingers up Holly's pussy, folding them together like a cock and stuffing them up her hole.  She continued to work over my cock, and soon had me on the verge.
 "Now that you've serviced me so well, my stewardess slut, you're going to get a drink of my juice.  Where would you like it served?"
 "On my tits, sir, all over my tits.  Come all over my tits and then make this slut under me lick it up!"
 "Tits... it... IS!  MMMMRPH!"  Jism tore forth from the head of my ever hard pole and splattered onto Holly's pert breasts.  She arose, and immediately Diane whipped around to her front and began washing up Holly's mounds.  She was slightly bent over, giving me perfect access to her sopping wet pussy.  I didn't hesistate.
 "Oh fuck yes, fuck me Master, fuck me, fuck my cunt while I lick your come!"
 "Suck my tits, twat!" Holly yelled.
 "Fuck my cunt, Master, fuck my little slut cunt!"
 "Bite my nipples, bitch!  Bite 'em bitch!"
 "Fuck your whore, Master, your dirty little whore, fuck her good, Master, fuck your whore!"
 "Whore!"
 "Slut!"
 "Bitch!"
 "Cunt!"
 "Cunt whore!"
 "Bitch slut!"
 "Come-craving gutter slut!"
 "Fucking bitch whore slut cunt fucking her Master's big hard COOOOOOOOAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!"  Diane's cunt seemed to explode around me as she came violently.  "OH YEAH!  MMMPH!"  Diane squeezed her eyes shut and pumped her hips frenetically back at me as I filled her pussy with my come.
 Diane slowly turned her head around, her eyes still tightly shut.  Her eyelids seemed to peel back like layers of blankets from a winter's bed.  When her eyes were fully open, something was there that I had never seen before; an intensity, a brightness, a hint of madness.  Diane slipped off of my cock, and suddenly grabbed Holly's hair.  She pushed the stewardess down into her crotch as she thrust her hips forward.  "Lick me bitch!" she screamed.  "Lick that pussy clean!"
 "Mmmpphhh!"  Holly's muffled cry came from between Diane's pussy lips.  Diane ground her hips into Holly's face, smearing pussy juice and semen all over her face.  "Get your tongue into there, bitch!  Get licking you slut!  Fucking whore!  LICK ME!"  Diane threw herself on top of Holly, forcing the other woman down to the floor, her face still firmly implanted between Diane's legs.  Diane started to pelvically thrust her sopping twat into Holly's face, banging the other woman's head into the floor with every shove.  "Lick my pussy clean you fucking bitch!  Get your tongue in there and lick up that come you fucking whore!  Fucking dirty little cunt-licking whore!  Get to it!  Fuck my pussy with that tongue!  DO IT!"  Diane was literally slamming the back of Holly's head into the bulkhead with her gyrations, each time making a dull thudding sound that was increasingly beginning to worry me.
 Finally I decided Holly had had enough.  I reached down and pulled Diane bodily off the prone stewardess.  Diane glared at me with madness in her gaze.  "What are you DOING?  Let me go!"  Diane struggled with me but my grip was like a vise.
 "Calm down Diane, get ahold of yourself!"  Diane struggled and then calmed for a moment.
 "Why did you make me stop?"
 "It looked like you were hurting her."
 "Hurting her?  HURTING HER!  Look at her!  The fucking slut loves it."
 I looked down at Holly.  Her eyes were rolled back up into her head, and her tongue was rolling around the outside of her mouth, sweeping up the remaining pussy juice and come cocktail.  One hand tweeked and pinched at a swollen nippled, while the other furiously fired a middle finger in and out of her auburn haired cunt.  I seriously doubted whether she noticed anything going on around her.  I looked back to Diane.  "Let me go," she said evenly.
 I released my hand.
 Diane did not immediately jump back on the recumbent Holly.  Rather, she sidled up to her slowly writhing form, placing one hand gently on her forehead and the other between her legs.  She took the rapidly firing finger from Holly's snatch and began to lazily stroke the other woman's bush.  "You like it when I play with your cunt, slut?" she hissed at Holly.
 A low murmur of approval was Holly's only reply.  "You like it when I pull at your slutty little pussy lips like this?"  Another groan.  "You like it when I slip a finger inside?  Inside your warm little cunt?  Yes, you do, I can tell.  You like it when I slip it in and out, just so slowly, making your little whore pussy hot and wet, begging for more, don't you?  And then I stick another finger in you, another finger in your hot cunt, fucking you like the bitch slut you are.  And then another, and I'm stretching the walls of your pussy, stretching your little slut pussy lips.  You love it, don't you, you fucking bitch slut!  And now I've got four fingers in you, four fingers fucking you, just like a cock, my hand-cock fucking your little slut twat.  And now I've got my thumb in, my whole fucking hand up your snatch, my hand-cock fucking your slut cunt, ramming all my fingers IN AND OUT OF YOU!  YOU LOVE IT DON'T YOU YOU SLUT!  FUCKING WHORE SLUT BITCH!"
 "NNNEEEEYYYYYAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"  Holly screamed her throat hoarse in violent earthquake of orgasm.  As Diane's whole hand stabbed in and out of her pussy, Holly flailed around the floor, her tongue hanging out, making whimpering noises like a wounded animal.
 After several minutes, Diane removed her hand.  She stood up slowly.  Holly remained twitching and quietly keening.  Diane walked up to me, looked me straight in the eye, and said something I will never forget.
 "They all love it."
 

CHAPTER VIII -- Tables Turned

 It was two more hours into LAX, and then another hour and a half in traffic to the hotel.  The limosine that drove us there was half-again the size that took us to the airport.  L.A. commuters liked their limos big, apparently.
 Carl had not gone wrong with the hotel.  The suite we were booked into was the very definition of luxury.  There was a twenty-four hour butler service, seven rooms, a private swimming pool and jacuzzi, and a view of the city which, at night, took one's breath away.  Diane and I stood behind the glass doors of the terrace, gazing out onto the winking metropolis, simply drinking in the sites of country's largest metropolis in all its evening glory.  The perfect stillness of the moment made what Diane said next all the more jarring.
 "I want us to rape someone."
 For a moment, for a brief hysterical instant, I thought she had said "date someone".  After what she actually said finally registered, all I could do was stare, mouth agape.  For several seconds I said nothing, then, "Absolutely not."
 Diane's eyes flashed at mine.  "What do you mean, no?  You did it to me!"
 I didn't even think about, I simply reacted.  When I realized I had slapped her full across the face, I couldn't remember deciding to do it, but I knew that I had probably had a damn good reason.  I pointed the index finger of the offensive hand at her and said, "Don't you *ever* say that.  I never did anything of the *sort*.  You offered yourself to me of your own *free will*.  I didn't make you fuck me that first night, and I didn't force into bed the second.  And you have *always*, *ALWAYS* gotten pleasure out of our fucking."
 Diane was on the verge of blubbering.  "That's... that's not what I meant."
 "What did you mean then?"
 "I meant that... you could... you know... fix it."
 I shook my head.  "I will do nothing that does not give me pleasure, and it does not please me to fuck a woman that does not have the desire in her."
 "But you can make her desire it!  I've seen you do it now!  Twice."
 I shook my head.  "That was different.  Both times the women had the desire implanted in them, and both times I helped them achieve that desire.  Rape is entirely different."
 "But... but, couldn't you make a woman want to be raped?"
 "That's a contradiction in terms!"
 "No, no no, not 'rape' as in 'sex when I don't want it', but as in, 'forced'."
 I stared for a moment, trying to comprehend what she was saying.  "I don't follow you Diane."
 "You could make a woman enjoy being forced into having sex, couldn't you?"
 I thought about it for a moment.  "Like bondage?"
 "No, like... like when a woman has a fantasy about walking home one night, late, and a stranger grabs her, and she's both frightened and excited, because... because it's different.  It's losing control, but because it's a fantasy it's still safe.  And the stranger fucks her, and she didn't want him to, but she still has a tremendous orgasm, because she's safe in her fantasy but out of control.  I don't mean grab someone in a dark alley, but more like that."
 I considered Diane's words for a moment, then turned and sat down on the couch.  "Why 'us'?"
 "Who else do you want to do it?"
 "No, I mean, you said, 'I want *us* to rape someone.'  Why 'us'?"
 Diane walked over to the couch, and said, "They all love it, and I want to do it to all of them."
 And then it all suddenly clicked.  How could I have been so blind?  For the first time in fifteen years of being a slut, Diane had been in control.  She had been in total control of Holly, making the other woman's lust obey her will.  She wanted that sort of control, now that she had had a taste.  It was such a piercingly clear moment that I didn't hear the telephone ring.  Diane walked to the other room and picked it up.  "Hello?  Yes... wonderful!  Where is the invitation?  Great, we'll be down to pick it up soon.  Thanks, bye!"
 As I pondered this revelation, Diane came back and said, "Jon, Carl's friend has gotten us invited to a big Hollywood party!  Lots of stars, get dressed."
 "Hmm?  What, now?"
 "Yes now, silly, tonight.  There'll be a car waiting downstairs in twenty minutes."  She put her face next to mine as if passing a secret.  "We can even scope for chicks together.  C'mon, put on your tux, I'm going to go pick a dress."
 I sat for a long time on that couch before I got up.  When I did, I knew that tonight, something very different was going to happen.  Diane wandered back into the room, adjusting a sleek black dress.  "Why not a man?" I asked.
 "Silly," she said, as if talking to a four-year old.  "Men don't get raped."

 The party was big, huge really.  Apparently it was a post-movie opening party, though I didn't pay enough attention to catch the title.  Huge white canvas tents sprawled across someone's backyard, shutting out the chill of night and trapping the warmth of human bodies, hors d'oeuvres, and space heaters underneath.  Champagne flowed like water, easing conversation.  And modesty.
 There were lots of faces I recognized, and many that I did not.  Diane stayed close, but was not shy about saying hello and making polite conversation.  I felt odd, like a fox in a chicken coop, but the roosters were offering me drinks.  As I munched on something that tasted of expensive caviar and shrimp, Diane tugged at my shoulder.  "Look, over there," and she pointed across the tent.  I looked over and saw a crowd of men gathered around a stack of blond hair.  "What?  Who?" I hissed back at Diane, straining to see this object of attention.
 "It's Jill Barclay," Diane said.  I stared at her blankly for a moment.  "You know, star of Dancer, Showgirls II?"
 Recognition clicked.  "What about her?"
 Diane only smiled thinly in reply.
 "Oh.  You want it to be her."
 "She's good for starters.  Let's go say hi."
 We meandered through the crowd, and I helped myself to some more of that delicious caviar-crab stuff.  I mentally noted to try and find out who made it, it was great.  Diane yanked on the sleeve of my tux to move me along.  Finally we interjected ourselves into the circle of Jill's admirers, Diane pulling me along while I stuffed my face.  Jill gave us both a strange look.
 "Hi, Jill, Diane Cook, I'm a big fan," Diane said, proferring forth her hand.
 Jill took it gingerly.  "Nice to meet you."
 The crowd of men around Jill was starting to get a little annoyed at our intrusion.  As quickly as I could I planted a deep atrraction to Sharon Stone in each of them, then turned my head and pointed, "Look honey, Sharon Stone."
 Like puppies to dog food, the men quickly filed away, their tongues almost wagging in the air.  Jill puzzledly followed her departing suitors with her eyes before coming back to Diane and I.  "Have we met somewhere before?" Jill asked.
 "No, I don't think so.  Jon and I are friends with Mr. Verhotz."
 "Oh, you know Ruben?"
 "Yes yes, we go way back.  He's mentioned to us several times how impressed he is with your work.  I think he really likes you."
 "Well, it's nice to hear a compliment from one's producer, even if it is second-hand.  He's certainly not giving them out on the set these days."
 "Oh, Ruben, you just need to get to know him."
 "I suppose."
 I didn't know Diane knew so much about Hollywood insider stuff.  Later, she told me that People Magazine was one of her less guilty pleasures.  At the time, though, I knew that before too long some other eligible bachelor would come sweeping Ms. Barclay's way, so I decided to speed things up a bit.  "Tell me, Jill, did you come with anyone tonight?"
 "Uh, Jon, is it?  Jon, don't you think it's a little weird to be hitting on someone with your girlfriend what here?"
 "Oh, I don't mind.  It's just his little way."
 "Uh,... okay, whatever.  To answerr your question, I came with *my* boyfriend, who's right over there, oggling Sharon Stone."
 How convenient, I thought.  "Well, Jill, why don't you come with us now?"  I projected my control over her.
 "Uh, yeah, sure, OK, sounds good."
 Jill followed us as we twisted towards the exit.  She picked up her purse and followed us out to our limo.  Once inside, I directed the driver back to the hotel, and put the privacy shield up.
 Jill looked around the cabin of the limo, wonder beginning to creep into her eyes.  "Why am I doing this?" she mumbled to herself.
 I fixed my gaze on her and said, "Jill, look and listen to me."  Jill's head snapped around and her eyes were all mine.  "When we arrive at the hotel, you will exit the car and walk up with us to our room.  When we reach the door, I will open it and hand you the key.  You will wait outside for one minute.  Then you will go into a character.  You will be the daughter of a wealthy socialite, on her way back to her hotel from a party.  You are a high class girl, but you have a mind like a gutter.  Every night you fantasize about more and more depraved activities.  Recently your
hottest fantasy has been about a stranger attacking you in your room, forcing you to have sex and you resisting but loving every minute of it.  In your deepest heart of hearts, you want to lose control during sex, to have someone ravish you without you having any say in the matter.  You want to be raped in these fantasies, to have the sex forced on you; it only makes you hotter and wetter.  Do you understand me?"
 Jill nodded once, dumbly.
 "Very good.  After Diane and I go into the door, you will wait one minute, assume that character and pretend that the key is actually the key to your hotel suite, and you are returning for the evening.  Is this clear?"
 She nodded again.
 "Good."
 The ride continued in silence, pentrated only by the sound of the L.A. freeway running under our car.  I stared out the window at the lights of the skyline, murky through haze and smog.  A smacking sound brought my attention back into the limo.  Diane had siddled down by Jill, and was kissing the blondE actress full on the mouth.  "Diane, please."
 She regarded me with mock indignation in her eyes.  "What?"
 "Christmas presents are best unwrapped on Christmas."
 "Oh, c'mon, let's find Mom and Dad's stash and play with our toys."
 "Santa might not fill your stocking, or anything else, if you don't behave."
 "Fine."  Diane scooted her pretty butt back next to mine and gazed out the window.  "Look at all that."
 "Pretty, hmm?"
 "Very."  We stared out the window together.  Jill continued to stare into space until we pulled into the driveway of the hotel.
 Diane and I had to lead Jill by the hand out of the car and into the elevator.  As the doors were closing, a hand shot in between them, stopping their progess.  They retracted to reveal an older gentleman in a pin striped suit.  His thinning jet black hair came to a stark widow's peak at the top of his forehead.  He held a cane in one hand.  "May I share your lift?" he asked, a hint of a British accent touching his words.
 "Uh, sure," I said.  The gentleman stepped forward, his cane smartly leading his steps.
 "Would you press 43 please?" he asked.  I reached and pressed his floor, which was just one below ours.  "Going to the penthouse?" he asked.
 "Yes," I answered simply, hoping he wouldn't get too nosy.
 He made no further comment until we passed the thirtith floor, when he suddenly turned and asked our companion, "You are Jill Barclay, are you not?"
 Jill gave him a spacy stare, and said nothing.
 Hurrying to smooth the social awkwardness, I said, "Ms. Barclay isn't feeling well."
 "Ah, I see."  The elevator's bell rang and the doors opened.  "Good night," he said simply and walked off.
 The doors closed again, and the elevator climbed one more floor.  "Who the hell was that?" Diane demanded as we led Jill off the elevator towards our door.
 "I have no idea, but I have a very weird feeling about him, and I doubt that's the last time we'll see him."  We arrived outside our door.  "Are you ready?" I asked Diane.
 She nodded eagerly.
 I turned to face Jill.  "All right, Jill.  I will hand you the key now, and you will in one minute assume the character we discussed in the limosuine.  Are you ready?"
 Jill nodded slowly.
 I slid the plastic key into the lock and opened the door.  "Good, here is the key.  Count backward slowly from sixty, then go into character."  She took the key from my hand, and began to whisper numbers to herself.  Diane and I slipped inside and shut the door.  I quickly shed my jacket and positioned myself on one side of the door, motioning for Diane to do the same.  She complied, and we waited.
 About a minute later, I heard a jiggle at the door, the handle turned, and it opened towards Diane and I.  We heard someone walk in, and then the door closed.
 Jill was setting her purse onto the stand by the door when she spied us.  I launched myself at her.  Jill shrieked and ran.  I grabbed her arm.  She turned and swung her fist at me.  I automatically blocked it and twisted her arm around behind her.  She shrieked again and stomped her foot at me.  Keeping my feet moving, I pulled her other arm behind her.  "Keep quiet and you won't get hurt," I hissed at her.
 "Who--who are you?" she demanded.  "What do you want with me?"
 "Oh, I should think that should be perfectly obvious," Diane said as she sauntered towards the struggling girl.  She placed her hands on the blonde woman's cheeks and let them slip down her neck onto her chest.  Suddenly she gripped the front of Jill's dress and tore it in half, exposing the actresses pert breasts.  "We want to rip you out of your clothes and fuck your slutty little body."
 "Let me go!  Please let me go!"
 "I don't think you really want us to let you go," Diane replied cooly, her voice dripping with malicious intent.    Her hands moved lower, then beneath and up Jill's skirt.  "Your panties are soaking wet.  Such a hot little nasty slut."
 "Let me GO!"  Jill managed to twist her arms out of my hands and bolted across the room.  I chased after her and managed to grab her before she reached the phone.  I picked her up and held her above the floor, her body twisting and thrashing in my arms.
 "No calling anyone, bitch," I hissed at her.  Keeping her aloft as best I could with one arm, I reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties.  "Won't be need these cunt-covers anymore, eh slut?" I said as I threw them across the room.  Diane picked them up from where the landed.  Placing them over her face, she inhaled deeply.
 "I've gotta get me some of that," Diane breathed.  She walked over to us.  "Hold that little whore higher,
honey."  I hauled her over my head.  Jill twisted and turned, but Diane managed to separate the blonde girl's legs and dove head-first into her muff.
 "No!" Jill cried out.  "Please... don't... please..."
 "You like that, don't you bitch, you like it when she licks your little slit, sucking out your girl juices as she fucks your whore twat with her tongue?"
 "No... no..." Jill's protestations were becoming weaker, and her breath shorter.  My cock was hard as a rock.
 After a couple of minutes in this awkward position, Diane had had enough.  Jill had toned her squirming down to occasional flinches, which might have coincided with Diane's tongue brushing against her clit, but I couldn't tell.  Diane removed her head from between the blonde's legs, and said, "That's quite a bulge you have there, darling, why don't you take care of it with this blonde slut's cunt?"
 I needed no further prompting.  I quickly whipped Jill around in my arms and hurled her on to the couch.  As if suddenly coming back to the realization of what was about to happen, she struggled to rise.  But Diane stepped in, grabbing the girl's wrists, pinning them at her sides.  "You're not going anywhere, fucking slut."
 "Let me go, bitch!"
 "Ooo, getting nasty, I like that in my women."  Diane leaned her head down and forcibly planted her lips onto Jill's.  As I was removing my trousers, I thought I saw her tongue pry apart the actresses lips and slip into her mouth, but it was tough for me to see.  Finally, I had my clothes off and my cock was standing at attention.  I perched myself on my knees on one arm of the couch and touched Diane on the back.  She released the other girl's mouth, and asked, "Ready darling?"
 "Yes I am," I replied.
 "Go."  She released Jill's arms.  Jill tried to push herself forward, but I simply fell on top of her, pinning her beneath me.  She quickly brought her knees closed.  I tried to force them apart with my own, but her slim legs provided no vantage for my knobby knees, and my arms were busy holding hers down.  My cock was nestled uncomfortably over her pelvic bone.  "Help my get this little whore's legs apart," I barked at Diane.  She moved quickly behind.  I felt her hands slid up the blonde's legs, then push them apart just enough for mine to slip in between.  My powerful legs spread her the rest of the way.
 "No, please!  Please not that!" Jill cried.  I lifted myself up slightly, and my cock flopped down and positioned itself perfectly at her entrance.  I could tell by the tip that she was soaking wet.  I slowly let the tip graze
her labia and brush over her clitoris.  I felt Jill shudder in response.  I teased both her and myself for a few more seconds, then inched the head of my cock inside.
 "OH GOD!" Jill cried out as her hips involuntarily bucked against me.  I continued my slow invasion of Jill's cunt, screwing my hard dick up into her tight cunt.  It was tight, very tight, and very, very wet.  If she hadn't been so excited it might have been painful for me to fuck her.
 Diane meanwhile came around to Jill's front and knelt beside the blonde.  "You like his cock inside you, it feels sooo gooood, doesn't it?"
 "Oh God, oh God!" was Jill's only reply.  I started to pump in and out of her, her pussy walls loosening at my onslaught.  Her hips thrashed back at me.
 "You like having him on top of you, don't you you little bitch slut?  He's in control, he fucking you whether you like it or not, isn't he?  You love being his little victim, you love him fucking your dirty little hot slut snatch.  You love it, don't you?"
 "Oh God!"
 "You love it, don't you?"
 "Oh GOD!"
 "Say it, slut!  Say it!  Say you want him to fuck you!  Say you want him to rape you!  Say it!  Say it!"
 "FUCK ME!  Oh GOD FUCK ME!" Jill cried at the top of her lungs.  I humped her furiously, ramming in and out of her at top speed.  Quickly the come boiled up from my balls and flooded her snatch in a blast of jism.   "MRPHARRRG!" I cried, shoving my cock as high in her pussy as it would go.
 "Turn over, whore," Diane commanded.  Jill squirmed beneath me, hastening to comply.  I lifted myself off of her, and she turned over on to her hands and knees.  "Reach behind and spread that little pussy wide."  Jill instantly did as she was told, presenting me with a great view of her come-smeared pussy.  "Now beg for him to rape you."
 "Oh please," Jill mewed, "please, please, please, rape me, rape me with your cock, fuck me, fuck me with your big hard dick, rape my slutty cunt with your big hard cock!"
 Her wet cunt accepted my cock with one stroke.  "Yes, YES!  Rape me, fuck me, rape me, fuck me!" Jill screamed as I tore in and out of her.  I reached over her body, grabbed her long blonde hair and pulled her head up next to mine.  "Kiss me, slut," I commanded.
 Jill planted her lips on mine and eagerly frenched me.  I chased her tongue back into her mouth as I continued to stroke in and out of her.  I broke the kiss and said, "Tell me what you are."
 "I'm your slut, your fucking slut.  I'm a submissive cunt, who you fuck and rape!"
 "And what am I?"
 "You're my rapist, my rapist with a big, strong cock!  My rapist who fucks my little slutty cunt because I need it, I deserve it, fuck me!"
 "And what am I?" Diane called.
 I looked over.  She was wearing nothing but stockings and garters, and her bald pussy lips shone with moisture.
 "You're... you're..."
 "I'm your mistress you little fucking cunt!" Diane screamed.  She walked over to the couch and sat herself at the other end, legs spread wide, left one over the back of the couch.  "Now, come give your mistress's pussy some attention."
 Jill lowered her head into Diane's lap, and hesitantly began to lap at her labia while I continued to pound her from behind.  "You like licking her pussy while I fuck your cunt you little slut?"
 "She's licking it so good, fuck my pussy with your tongue bitch!  Fuck it with your tongue!"
 "Fucking little submissive cunt!"
 "Lick my clit bitch!  Lick it!"
 Jill lifted her head slightly out of Diane's snatch.  "Please, please..." she breathed.
 "What, little whore?"
 "Fuck... fuck my ass... I like it... up my ass..."
 Diane and I exchanged a surprised glance.  I conferred the ability to have anal sex without damage onto Jill, then pulled out of her pussy and placed the tip of my cock at her ass pucker.  "Beg, slut," I commanded.
 "Please... rape my ass, fucking rape my ass with your hard dick..."
 I pushed it inside.
 Jill screamed.  She screamed as her sphincter opened, she screamed as my head disappeared inside, she screamed as my shaft pushed its way up her bowels.  "OH GOD!  FUCK!  FUCK MY ASS!"  As my cock buried itself up to the hilt, her sphincter started to relax.  I started slow, small strokes, but Jill was having none of it.  She slammed her hips back at me demanding, "RAPE ME!  DON'T FUCKING FUCK ME!  RAPE MY ASS!"  Without further ado, I began slamming in and out of her with all my might.  Her asshole relaxed completely, accepting my unyielding cock like the world's tightest pussy.  As Diane mashed her pussy up against the blonde's face I assaulted her ass with all of my might, thrusting like a piston gone mad.  My orgasm blasted through me a couple of minutes after entering Jill's back door, and I filled her ass with my seed.
 I pulled out of her ass.  "Turn around, slut.  Both of you come here."  Jill swivled around on the couch while Diane came alongside of the blonde woman.  Her hand snaked back and started to pump fingers in and out of Jill's sopping pussy.  I allowed her the conceit.  I grabbed Jill's long blonde curls in one hand and began jacking my cock in front of her face in the other.  "Ready to get come on, bitch?" I said.
 "Yeah, come on me, come on me, come all over me..."
 "Come on that little blonde bitch," Diane encouraged.
 "Fucking little slut!" I shouted.  "FUCKING LITTLE SLUT ARRGGGHH!"  White hot jism blasted out all over the pert blonde's cheeks and lips.
 "I gotta have some of that," Diane said.  She reached up and drew Jill's face to her own.  An inch away, her tongue snaked out and made long, broad strokes across Jill's semen-coated face, licking up my jism.
 "Lick my face, lick my face, lick my cum-raped face..." Jill breathed.  Diane finished with her face snack and pushed the other woman back down on the couch.  She whirled around on top of her and smashed her pussy down on Jill's face while diving into Jill's, lapping and sucking at the come-filled cunt.  Her body shivered with pleasure as she slurped down the cocktail of girl-juice and semen.  She slipped a finger up Jill's ass.
 "Uhhhhhhh..." Jill moaned.  "Finger-fuck my ass... finger me... rape my ass with your finger..."  Diane pulled it back out, and it glistened with my semen.  She popped it into her mouth and cooed with pleasure.
 "A very impressive display," a smooth voice said behind me.
 I whirled around.  The man from the elevator stood behind me, his cane placed cautiously in front of him.
 I strode foward and put my face right in his.  "How the hell did you get in here?" I demanded.
 He took a step out of the way and passed me.  "My dear boy," he said as he moved, "doors mean very little to men like us."
 My patience was at an end.  I reached out and grabbed him by the shoulder with the intent of showing him the hall.
 At least, that's what was supposed to happen.
 What followed next I'm not sure even I was able to follow.  Our hands became a blur of action, thrusting, twisting, grabbing, punching.  But neither one of us connecting.  Each one of us was an instant faster than the other every time, the moves speeding up until I could only watch in amazement as my hands flew in a pattern too fast for me to follow.
 At last, he took a step backwards.  "Now, that was hardly a way to treat a compatriot.  But, if it proved a point, perhaps it was worth it."
 The obvious suddenly squared before my eyes.  "You summoned a demon," I stated.
 "Quite right, my boy, I knew you'd get it with only a... modicum of clues."  He smiled.  "I see you have had some success in that particular endevour yourself."  He indicated my still erect penis with his hand.
 Slightly embarrassed, I let it deflate.
 "Hmmm.  Not quite my cup of tea, all of this," he indicated the two grinding women on the couch, "but I can see it all has a certain appeal."  He strode over to the window.  "Nice view," he commented, gazing out at the winking skyline.  I joined him there.
 "I think I may have a problem," I said.
 "Really?  With what?  You seem to have the situation here well in hand."
 "I think you know what I mean."
 He chuckled.  "The business of summoning is not for the weak-hearted, nor for the sympathetic.  It requires discipline and sacrifice."
 "I don't know if I can hold the blood of innocents on my soul."
 His head whipped around.  "Innocents?" he asked, genuine surpise in his voice.
 "I think he killed a planeload of people.  Did you hear?  The crash over the Pacific, a few weeks back."
 The man turned his gaze again outside the window.  "This is indeed troubling."  A low thrumbing of a passing plane filled the room.  "The nature of a demon is corruption," he said over the noise.  "Killing innocents is... painful to them, and not something they do lightly, or easily.  Yet you claim that yours destroyed a whole planeful of lives."  The noise of the plane was rising, growing louder and louder.  Finally I realized that something was terribly wrong.
 I never saw the plane.  But the explosion it caused crashing into the hotel across the street was unavoidable.  The fireball blew into the sky like a gout of dragon's flame.  As I watched, stunned, something flew out of the night's sky to smack against the window.  I stared in disbelief.  Dismembered, bloody joints of fingers, plastered against the window, formed a symbol that I had grown to hate.
 Dikraxthas had left his calling card.
 For a moment, the severed digits stuck to the window, then they slid off with a sickening, squeege-like sound.
 "I would say that you have an even bigger problem now," the stranger to my side commented dryly.
 "What do I do?" I asked, still a little stunned.
 "Well, it depends on your conscience, my dear boy.  I presume you proscribed him from your presense in the writ?"  I nodded.  "Well, then there will be no renegotiating with considerable risk to yourself.  What did you demand of him?"
 In a monotone, I outlined the highlights of the agreement.  When I finished, my unexpected guest said nothing for a moment, then, "Are you completely *insane*?"
 "What?"
 "Not only do you demand virtual immortality, but wealth and control of women?  How did you ever get him to agree to that?"
 "I tortured him."
 "Tortured?  A demon?  With what?"
 "The Christian Faith Network."
 There was a stunned silence, then the man broke into peals of laughter.  When he calmed himself, he said, "My boy, that may be the most original idea I have heard in quite some time.  The demon of television taming the demons of the underworld.  Well, irregardless of the method, the end is the same.  You have driven him mad."
 "Mad?"
 "Yes, mad, insane, as you might say, bonkers.  He has given up so much of his power to you, his mind has snapped.  He no longer feels the pain caused by the death of innocents, even though it only costs him more and more.  Potentially, though, he could decimate the countriside.  That would be... unfortunate."
 I shook my head in disbelief.  "What can I do?"
 The man thought for a moment, then said, "The writ you agreed to is a contract, after all.  Make him break his side."
 "How can I make him do anything when I can't even speak or see him?"
 "That is a question that you, my boy, will have to answer."  He proffered forth his hand, and I shook it dumbly.  "I have enjoyed our chat, I hope it all works out."  He walked towards the door.
 "Wait, wait!  Where are you going?"
 "Well, that's a fairly presumptuous question.  You affair is none of my concern, dear boy.  I thought that it was only polite that I introduce myself.  Be seeing you."  And he walked out.
 Straight through the door.
 Which was closed.
 In the flickering light of the neighboring hotel burning, I gazed around the room, feeling not just a little helpless.  And lost.
 "Fuck me with that tongue, bitch, fuck my slutty cunt with that tongue you fucking slut!"
 At least now I knew one thing.  Diane could fuck through anything.

 "You're back.  How was it?"
 "Horrible.  The whole place reeked of the demon.  Many innocents killed."
 "He must be stopped.  When will we know where he is?"
 "It's likely the demon choose the location of the crash for a reason.  We'll find him quickly enough."
 "And when we do?"
 "Termination."
 

CHAPTER IX -- Family

 The crash cost 451 people their lives, with another thousand or so injured by everything from shrapnel to smoke inhilation.  The block was a mess.
 But Diane soon made me forget all that.  At least, as much as I could.  Always at the back of my mind, I strolled through the contract I had agreed to, looking for a loophole, any loophole, to get me out of this before more people were killed.
 Diane dragged me from one Hollywood party to another, with always the same intention in mind.  A pretty young actress would accompany us home, most of them very famous, and we would play at raping her.  Diane got more and more vicious as the fantasies continued, whipping and fisting our victims with increasing enthusiasm.  For two weeks, our lives were filled with parties and sex.
 During the day, I tagged along with our previous night's victim, having them introduce me to their "people", who I would enthrall and pump for information about any mysterious Sylvia's in their lives.  Unfortunately, this got me nohwere.  Eventually I would have to hire a P.I., but I was content to do this for now.  It was an excuse to tell myself when I thought I might be wasting time.
 Another week went by.  The airlines concluded that something massive had flown into the engine of plane, knocking it down right over the hotel.  New regulations and saftey measures were proposed.  There were a few reports of something bulking and huge fleeing the sight of the crash, but no one placed much importance on them.
 It was another Hollywood party.  There were all beginning to stream together in my mind.  All the same people, the endless chit-chat about this project or that, who's sleeping with who.  The same conversation, like an
endless mad-lib, the same phrases with different nouns popped in like interchangeable parts in a machine.  Diane revelled in it, though.  She swam from group to group, flirting and laughing, leaving me in her wake.  Of course, she had ulterior motives.
 To a certain extent, so did I.  My ears were always open, always straying across the wash of the conversation, sifting for that one name.  When I finally heard it, a snatch of conversation that was merely a whisper
in the crowd noise, it hit my brain like a two-by-four.  I followed the voice, like following a thread in a tapestry, and it led to a small group of teenage women, giggling about something.  The all held empty champagne glasses, and all looked a little tipsy.  One of them noticed me.  "Hi, what's your name?" she asked.
 "Jon," I replied.  "What's yours?"
 She was cute, but a bit overweight.  "I'm Sharon," she replied.
 Her friend, a cute black girl, chimed in.  "I'm Les."
 And then I noticed the red-head next to me.  She was stunningly gorgeous.  Her red curls framed her slender, pale face and deep green eyes like a magnificent frame around a masterwork painting.  Her black party dress encased her budding, teenage breasts and slid temptingly down her slim sides.  I offered my hand and she took it gently.  "I'm Alex, short for Alexandra," she said.  Her voice was the voice I had followed, the one which had, in a piece of conversation, mentioned someone named Sylvia.
 "And what do you three do?"
 They all giggled at once, as if sharing a private joke.  "We're all spies," Sharon explained.  "For a secret organization of women, seeking to subjugate all men."  The three of them burst out laughing.
 "Seriously," Alex said, "we're all in 'Living with Mom'.  Don't you watch TV?"
 "Uh, mostly a movie man myself," I explained.
 "It's really a teenage show anyway," she explained.  Her eyes were dazzling.
 "There you are," Diane said, coming up behind me.  "Listen, I-"
 "Diane, I want you to meet Alex," I interrupted.  "She's a TV star."
 Diane looked at me and caught my meaningful glance.  "Pleased to meet you, Alex," she said.  "Say, isn't that Brad Pitt over there?"
 "Where?" all three of them said at once as their heads whipped collectively around.  The three of them started to move off, when I said, "Oh Alex, can I ask you a question?"  She hung back while her friends moved on.
 "Yes, what is it?"
 I projected an attraction to me and Diane over her.  "Did you come with anyone tonight?"
 "Just Sharon and Les."
 "Oh, that's good.  Listen, would you like to come with us to some place more private?"
 "Uh... yeah, sure!  That sounds great!  Let me get my purse."  The three of us quickly moved towards the foyer and the line of limos outside.  Diane caught my coat sleeve.  "Isn't she a bit young?"  she asked.
 "Who cares?  She's gorgeous.  Don't you agree?"
 "I can't argue with you there.  The limo's over that way, Alex," Diane called, taking Alex by the hand.  As I watched them walking side by side towards the awaiting car, I noticed how similar they looked.  Similar hair color, similar build, even a sameness in the way they moved.  If I didn't know better, I would say that they were related.  Which gave me an idea for the night.  A perverse, strangely exciting idea.  It was going to be an interesting evening.
 Inside the limo, I instructed the driver to pass by a lingere shop I had noticed around town.  I then put Alex into "the deep trance", as Diane and I started calling it.  While she was under, I explained my idea to Diane.  Her eyes went wide.  Her smile was thin, but then got broader, and she nodded, once.
 We stopped at the lingere shop.  It was closed, but when I tried the door it simply opened.  It seemed that no matter how insane Dikraxthas got, the contract was still in effect.  We went inside, Alex walking like a zombie.  We found a long white frilly shift, left twice the price on the counter and ducked back into the limo.

 Alex suddenly awoke.  She felt a moment of vertigo, then suddenly realized that she was just in her room at her parent's hotel suite.  She must have dozed off reading.  She picked up the book in her lap and readjusted herself in her bed.  She was wearing her favorite white shift, and she noticed how nice it was feeling tonight.
 For some reason, she couldn't remember what had come before in the book, but it didn't matter too much to her.  She read on.  It was a steamy love scene between the hero and heroine.  The author described, in lurid detail, the wonderful feelings the man gave the women, making passionate love with consumate skill.  Alex felt the cleft between her thighs warming as she read the description of the passionate kisses and other things.  Her hand unconsciously slid down and pressed against the material of her shift over her crotch.  She pulled and twisted at the fabric and the treasure underneath as the passage slipped under her eyes.  She could feel the fabric getting wet beneath her fingers.
 A knock at her door suddenly snapped her back to reality.  She quickly arranged the blankets over herself as her parents slowly opened the door.
 "Hi honey," her mother called.  "We just wanted to come and wish you good night."  Mom walked over and sat by the foot of her bed while her Dad came and sat by her at the head.  Mom was wearing a green silk nightgown, while Dad was wearing his blue bathrobe.
 "What are you reading here, sweetheart?" her dad asked.  Before she could grab it back, her Dad was scanning the passage which had elicited such arousal from her seconds ago.  "It's just a story..." Alex said lamely.
 "Hmmm," her Dad said, not looking up from the page.
 "Honey," her mom called, "are you going to be comfortable with all these covers tonight?  It's so warm, here, let me take them."  Mom began to take her covers, Alex oblivious, until she started to remove the sheet that
covered her nightie.
 "No, wait-" Alex said, but is was too late, the sheet was off and the stain of her love juices plainly visible on the white material.
 "My oh my," her mother said, shaking her head.  "What has got you all excited tonight?"  Alex felt herself blushing furiously.
 "Perhaps it's this," her father said.  He passed the book to Mom.
 "No, Dad-" Alex protested, but again she was too late.
 Her mother scanned the page as her father said,  "Honey, we really haven't talked about sex, have we?"
 "Apparently not, if she's getting excited over this claptrap," her mother interjected.  "I mean, puh-lease."  She put out her hand like a bad actress, and read, "'May I make love to you?' the burnished hero asked.'  As if."
 "You mean, it's not like that?" Alex asked, her curiosity piqued.
 "Not in the real world, no," her mother said.
 "What do you mean?"
 "Well, honey, you see, all women really, deep down, want to have their men just take them.  You know, agressively.  It's always better that way.  None of these wimpy males for real women.  No, all a real woman needs to do is to lie back and have her pussy reamed out by a good hard dick."
 "Mother!" Alex cried, shocked.
 "Oh, it's OK honey, you're old enough.  You know how sex works.  But, then again," she said, glancing at the dropped book,  "maybe you don't."  Mom placed her hand on Alex's leg.  "Maybe you need someone to show you how it's done."  Her hand started to slip up Alex's leg, carrying the shift material along with it.  Alex was feeling very uncomfortable, and she reached out to stop her mother's hand.  "Mom, please, what are you doing?"
 "Honey, I think it's time someone showed you how sex really goes.  Don't you honey?" she asked Dad.
 "Absolutely," Dad replied.  He placed his hands on Alex's shoulders and pushed her back into the pillows.   "Dad, stop it!  What are you doing?  Let me--gmpph!"  Alex's protestations were cut off by her father's mouth suddenly covering her's in a kiss.  Not a father/daughter kiss, but a passionate kiss between lovers.  Alex screamed but the sound was muffled by her father's mouth moving over hers.
 Meanwhile, Mom pushed up her nightgown to around her waist, exposing her pussy to the warm night air.  Alex squirmed beneath her, her knees locked together and swaying back and forth.  "Ah, I can see we just haven't been diligent in teaching you how to be a woman, have we?" Mom lamented.  She placed her hands on Alex's knees, and, somehow, Alex found herself unable to resist as her mother pushed them apart.  "You don't even know how to keep your little pussy shaved for all the nice little tongues and mouths that might lick at it."  Alex couldn't believe what she was hearing, the foul words coming out of her mother's mouth while her father tried to French kiss her.  His tongue pressed insistently against her closed lips and teeth.  "How do you expect other little sluts like you to be tempted by your cunt if you don't shave it for them?  Maybe you don't know what you're missing.  That could be it.  I'll show you."  With that, Mom leaned forward and starting licking at her vagina.
 Alex screamed again, crying now.  She struggled, but her father held her hands firmly down on the bed and continued to kiss at her.  Her mother's tongue slid over her wet labia, coursing their way between her vaginal lips, flicking lightly over her clitoris.  She desperately tried to shift her hips away, but it only seemed to force Mom's tongue further into her moistening vagina.
 Then, with horror that she felt only in the back of her mind, it started to feel good.  Her mother's tongue slipped over her clitoris, and a shot of pure sexual pleasure rushed up to her brain.  In between her cries and screams, she let out a soft moan of gratification.  Her lips and teeth parted for an instant, and Dad's tongue slipped inside her mouth.  She tried to push it out with her tongue, desparate to expel the intrusion.  But Mom's tongue chose that moment to slip into her pussy, and her moan turned her defensive thrust into a playful swirling.  Dad's tongue twisted and slid all throughout her mouth, and she started to enjoy that too, to enjoy the feeling of her father's lips pressed against her own, mashing and grinding, his tongue flashing and thrusting.  She hated her own luxurious feelings, the warmth building in her pussy, she fought against them with her fear and loathing.  But it all seemed to entertwine, recombine, to become something seedy and desirable and irresistable.
 Her mother relented for a brief moment in her attack on Alex's pussy.  "Ah, the little slut is starting to enjoy it now, aren't you?"
 How did she know?  Alex had to fight these feelings, had to fight against giving in to the insidious heat building between her legs.  But Mom slipped a hand up to her inner thigh, up to her pussy, and then a finger was inside her.  Straight up her sopping pussy, coated with her mother's saliva and her own love juice.  And it was gasoline on the fire of her pleasure.  Her hips betrayed her, bucking up to try and claim more of the digit into the soft folds of her pussy.  Her vocal cords defected and let out a low moan of ecstacy.  And her tongue deserted her and slipped back into her father's mouth, pushing and playing against his tongue as he had invaded her.
 As she was losing, she felt her father move her hand on to his lap.  It brushed up against a lump in his robes.  He pushed it under the fold, and suddenly it was against something hard, yet soft.  Warm and fleshy.  She suddenly realized what it was, and she recoiled.  He yanked her arm back into place, and forced the back of it to rub up and down against it.  Her mother slipped another finger inside of her, the insidious warmth sped through her again, and her struggle against her father was lost in the heat.  As her mother worked her fingers in and out of her pussy, she
unconsciously wrapped her hand around her father's erection.  Her father's penis.  Her father's cock.
 "So, the little slut has found her daddy's dick, eh?" Mom sniped.  "You like the way it feels in your hand, little girl?  You like stroking it up and down as your father frenches you?  You enjoy jacking off your father while your mother finger-fucks your little cunt?"  Mom slid further up her prone daughter's form, leaving one hand to continue working on her pussy.  With the other, she reached out and undid the drawstring at the front of her shift.  The two front halves fell away, revealing her breasts with their swollen, excited nipples.  Mom grabbed one and tweaked it, and Alex let out a little yelp.  "You like it when I squeeze your little bitch tits?"  She caressed and squeezed her young daughter's breasts.  "You like that, don't you you little whore?  You like it when I squeeze your little teenage tits while you jack your father's hard cock.  I'll bet you'd like to taste his cock, wouldn't you?  You'd like to suck his big hard dick until he comes all over you, wouldn't you?  Give it to her, honey, show her how to be a good little girl slut."
 Dad released Alex's mouth from his own's onslaught.  "Hold the little slut down," he said.  Mom's hands replaced Dad's as she slid up to face her daughter nose to nose.  He slipped out of his robe, and out of the corner of her eye she saw his massive erection sticking straight out from his waist.  "You're going to love the way his cock tastes," Mom breathed, staring at Alex through half-lidded eyes.
 "Mom, please, don't..."
 "Shhh," Mom hushed.  She lowered her head and kissed Alex full and sweetly on her lips, her tongue darting and probing into her daughter's mouth.  Alex whimpered softly in response, in agony or ecstacy, she wasn't sure.
 Then her mother slipped to one side, and her father was on top of her again.  This time, though, her hands were held down with his knees, and the head of his cock pointing right at her mouth.  "Come on, take it," her mother urged in her ear.  "Take it in your mouth.  Suck Daddy's cock.  You'll love it, you need it you little slut, you can feel the desire for it in your little whore cunt, burning in there."  Alex turned her head away, her mouth shut.
 Her mother was kissing her again.  The pressure of her lips, so soft, her tongue, so sweet, pressing against her closed lips, it was becoming harder and harder to resist.  Finally, she responded, kissing back, opening her mouth, swirling her tongue around Mom's.  And then, there was something else, smooth and large and warm.  She licked and kissed it, and when she realized she was sucking her father's erection, his big fat fucking cock, it was too late.
 "That's it, that's it," Mom cooed, "I knew that little whore slut would come around sooner or later.  That's right, kiss it, suck it, lick it all over."
 "MMmmmmm," Dad moaned, "your little slut mouth feels so good around my dick, honey.  Yeah, that's it, lick it underneath, just like that.  Ohhhh, you good little cocksucking daughter.  You like me fucking your mouth with my big cock."
 Alex couldn't help herself.  As if possessed, her mouth and tongue moved of their own volition, and sweet sickness mixed with pleasure in her stomach.  She noticed peripheral the slight salty taste of her father's dick as her tongue slid around it, and how she slightly enjoyed giving him so much pleasure.  Her father started to pump his cock into her face, slowly.  She rested her head back and kept swirling her tongue.  He forced his cock deeper and deeper and faster and faster.
 "Fuck her face!" Mom yelled.  "Fuck that little bitch's face!  Fuck her and feed her your come!"
 He put his hands on the headboard above Alex, bracing himself and thrusting faster.  "You ready, honey?  Ready for Daddy's come?  Fucking little bitch daughter whore gonna eat her father's come?  MMMPH!"  Her father gave one final deep thrust and suddenly her mouth was filled with a salty, bitter fluid.  She hurriedly gulped it down, as quickly as she could, but some slipped out on to her cheeks.  Her father withdrew his still hard dick from her mouth.  She closed it and swallowed the rest of the semen still in her mouth.
 "Ooohhh, that looks so good," her mother said.  She leaned over and began cleaning Dad's dick of the remaining come and saliva.  Her father leaned back, off her hands.
 Instantly, Alex withdrew her legs and sprang off the bed.  She made a dash for the door and was through it.  She was halfway to the front door before someone tackled her from behind.  Alex was surprised to discover her mother on top of her, twisting her arm behind her back and standing her up again.  "Where are you going you ungrateful little slut?" she yelled.  "You don't leave until your father fucks you good, you little bitch!  You will just have to be punished."
 Mom marched Alex back into the bedroom.  Her father was sitting on the edge of the bed, a stern and disappointed look on his face.  "I guess I just have to show what happens to little whore slut daughters who run out
of a nice meange a trois with Mom and Dad."  Mom pushed her next to Dad, then over his knee.
 "Daddy, no, please..."
 "Believe me, honey, this will give you more pleasure than it does me."  WHACK!
 Her father's hand slapped her ass.  The pain shot through her brain like a laser beam.  Her father was actually spanking her!  "No, Daddy, please!"  WHACK!
 He was punishing her!  She must have done something bad.  WHACK!
 The flame of pain spread through her waist.  She had been a bad little girl.  WHACK!
 She needed this punishment.  She needed her father to punish her.  WHACK!
 She needed her father's firm hand to guide her, so she wouldn't be bad.  WHACK!
 "Oh Daddy..."  WHACK!
 "Daddy?"
 Pause.  "Yes?"
 "Spank me more, Daddy!  I've been bad!  Spank me!"
 WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!  The fire in her buttocks flared in her loins.  "Oh Daddy, my little pussy is being bad.  It's getting so hot, so wet.  It's on fire..."
 "And how do firemen put out fires, honey?"
 "With their firehoses, Daddy.  Their long, thick firehoses, spurting hot white come over firey pussies."
 "Kneel down on the bed and show me your firey little pussy."
 Alex crawled off her father's lap and on to the bed.  Her little cunt was burning, just like her bottom.  She reached behind herself and spread her pussy lips.  "Look, Daddy," she said, "look how hot my little cunnie is."
 She felt her father's finger trace the outline of her pussy.  "It is hot, honey.  What kind of a little slut are you to have such a hot little pussy?"
 "Oh, the worst slut, the dirtiest, nastiest little slut.  A little slut with a hot little dirty cunt!  Please, Daddy, help me!  I might go out and fuck some nasty boy with my cunt so hot!  I might go out and fuck ten boys, twenty!"
 "We can't have that.  I'll have to cool you down."  Dad was suddenly over her, and she felt the tip of his hot cock at the entrance of her cunt.  "You ready?"
 "No."  Alex suddenly squirmed out from underneath her father and hopped off the bed.  Standing by the corner of the bed, she put a finger to her lips, twirling it in a combination of innocence and seduction.  "I think I like being a hot little nasty cunt slut.  I think I want to fuck all those boys.  I want to be bad."
 Her mother's grip on her shoulders was immovable and irresistable as it pushed her face down on to the bed.  "You're being a very bad girl.  Only your father gets to fuck that little slut cunt of your for now."
 "Let me go!  I have to fuck boys!"
 "No, you have to fuck a MAN," Dad said.  And then, he was inside her.
 "Ohhhhhhhhh GOD!"  Her father's dick slammed into her cunt as her mother held her down!  "FUCK FUCK FUCK!" she screamed.
 "What a nasty little slut mouth," her mother said.  She slipped in front of her and placed her crotch right into Alex's face.  "Use that nasty little slut tongue of yours and lick Momma's pussy!  Lick me you fucking little slut bitch!"
 "You like this, little slut daughter?" Dad asked.  "You like fucking your cunt while you suck Mom's twat?"
 "Mmm-hhmmmm,  MMM-HMMMMM!!!!"  Alex screamed out as an orgasm blasted through her.
 "Fuck me back, honey, fuck my cock back you little slut whore!"
 "Lick my snatch you bitch!  FUCKING WHORE BITCH!  YEAHHHHHHH!"  Mom screamed as she came.
 "Oh fuck me Daddy!  Fuck my hot cunt!  Make me your little daughter slut!"
 "Fucking little cunt whore, FUCKING LITTLE CUNT WHORARRGGG!"  Alex felt her pussy cool slightly as her father came inside her.  Alex braced herself against her mother by throwing her arms around her and bucked back against her father's prong.  "Fuck me more, Daddy, fuck me till I scream!"
 Dad continued pounding her cunt while she ate her mother's snatch with gusto.  He came twice more, overflowing her pussy with his come.  Her mother twisted under her and lapped at her flooded twat, licking alternately at her and her father's shaft.  At one point in their torrent fuck, her father pulled out of her, pointed his cock at her mother's face and said, "You ready for some first-hand come, slut bitch?"
 "Yeah, baby, come on Mommy's face, come all over my face!"  Glancing down between her breasts, Alex watched as her father's cock blasted out hot white come all over mother's face.  She seemed to shudder and convulse as the ropy strands of jism slapped into her face.
 Dad noticed her watching.  "Your pussy cool enough now, little slut?" he asked.
 "Yeah," Alex breathed back, "but I can still fuck all those boys.  I'm still hot..."
 "Where are you hot?"
 "My ass, up my ass, I could go into the boys locker room and strip down and beg them to fuck my ass so hard, Daddy.  I want to, I wanna be their little fucking locker room slut."
 "The only one who is fucking my daughter's virgin ass is me, right now!"  Alex felt the tip of his cock at her nether hole.  "Push it in, Daddy, fuck my ass, fuck your little daughter slut's ass!"
 It was inside her.  She had never felt so full, so stretched, so fully fucked before!  He pushed in slowly at first, then rammed the last few inches in in a broad stroke.  She felt invaded and defiled, filled and fufilled, and it felt wonderful.
 "FUCK!" she screamed!  "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!  MY ASS!  MMMMFUCK!  OH FUCK ME FUCK MY ASS DAAAAAADDYYYYYY!!!!"
 "Little fucking ass slut!  So much like your little fucking slut Mom, who's sucking your little twat while I fuck your ass!  Fucking little bitch daughter whore SLUT!"
 She felt her father ram his cock into her one last time, a final filling of sperm ejecting from his cock into her bowels.  She thought she heard herself screaming with another orgasm.  She thought she felt her mother press her whole hand into her cunt.  She thought she felt herself collapse.  But she was too far gone to be sure of any of it.  And that was the last thing she was sure of.

 "I think she's unconsious," Diane said, crawling out from under Alex.
 "Jesus, Diane, you didn't have to put your whole hand up there.  I think you may have pushed her a little far."
 "Evidently," she said and wiped the remaining pussy juice and come from her chin.  "She was a horny little fuck, though, wasn't she?"
 "Yes she certainly was."  Diane smiled and kissed me.
 The door to the bedroom exploded inward.

 It took me two instants to realize what had just happened.  I whirled around, and was confronted by four very attractive young women, dressed in black skintight full-body leoards.  They all seemed to leap as one through the now open doorway and tackled me to the floor.
 As we struggled on the floor, I realized something was wrong.  I wasn't able to defend myself against their surprisingly strong and clever grips.  I tried explicitly invoking my powers of protection in my mind, but that didn't seem to help a bit.  Somehow, they managed to bend my arms behind my back and stand me up.  "LET ME GO NOW!" I bellowed.
 "No," one of them answered in a sing-songy voice, "cause then it wouldn't be fun anymore!"
 "FUN FUN FUN!" they all shouted together.  "FUN FUN FUN!"  They did a happy little dippy dance with me around the floor, as if we were all playing Ring Around the Rosy.
 "I am NOT HAVING FUN!"
 "But WE are!"
 "I know!" one of them sang.  "Let's take them to see Sylvia!"
 "SYL-VI-A!" they all chanted as they led me out the door.  "SYL-VI-A!" they all shouted as they led me out into the hall.  "SYL-VI-A!" they all sang as we went down the elevator, through the lobby and into a waiting car.
 No one noticed.  I'm not sure why I wasn't surprised.

 "They have him."
 "ETA?"
 "About an hour.  Traffic is bad.  Construction."
 "The woman?"
 "She just followed them like a puppy dog out the door."
 "Good.  Have him put in the Room, and have her brought to me."
 "Yes, Sylvia."
 

CHAPTER X -- A Contradiction of Terms

 It took me three-quarters of the limo ride before I finally realized why my powers of defense were not working.  These girls, who still had both arms in very neat and slightly painful locks, believed that they were actually just horsing around, that they were not attacking or kidnapping me.  Thinking about the contract, I suddenly realized that I had left that one hole in there.  The attacker's intention was what activated my powers, and these girls believed body and soul that were all just playing one big game.
 Someone had altered their minds to think that way, no normal human could pull of such singleness of thought.  Ulterior motives would always allow me a way to act against them.
 Diane sat at the other end of limo, looking frightened and timid.  I hadn't seen her in such a state since I first confronted her outside that mysterious guy's house so many days ago.  Every time she made a squeak of a noise, one of the girls guarding me slapped her and laughed like she had just heard the funniest joke.  Diane kept quiet.
 The windows of the limo were tinted from both directions, so I couldn't see where we were headed.  When the cab finally came to a stop and the door opened, it had been about an hour.  Being unfamiliar with the area, that really didn't help me much.  The girls pushed me out of the car.
 We came standing in the courtyard of a walled complex.  The barrier stood around fifteen feet high, and extended around a huge yard and mansion.  The gate we had passed through looked like solid steel.  My pretty captors pushed me towards the front door of the palatial house.  Another pretty girl opened the front door.  I was lead down a flight of stairs while the woman by the door took Diane's hand and led her elsewhere.
 The downstairs was spartan and well lit.  I was led into something that looked like a waiting room.  On the opposite wall was a large steel door with an electronic combination lock on the handle.  "Hey," one of my captors squeaked, "wouldn't it be fun to put a blindfold on him?"
 "Yeah!  Yeah!  Yeah!" they all cheered back.  I felt like I had been kidnapped by an overexuberant pep squad.
 The blindfold was smooth over my eyes, but quite thick and I could not see a thing.  I thought I heard the large door open, but then I lost track of where I was.  There were several turns and doors opened, then I was sat down in a chair.  I felt restraints on my arms and legs.
 For a long time after that, I heard nothing.

 "Ah, there you are my dear.  Dressed for the occasion I see."
 "My God it's you!  Who are you?"
 "Oh, I should have thought that was obvious.  My name is Sylvia, and I have had an interest in your... partner? for a while now."
 "You mean Jon."
 "Yes Jon.  We will deal with him later."
 "Please let him go.  Please.  PLEASE."
 "My dear my dear, calm yourself.  There is nothing to fear.  In fact, I think I can offer you far more than he ever could."
 "Wh- what do you mean?"
 "I've been watching you for a while now.  I like what I've seen, especially recently.  You like taking control for a change, don't you?"
 "I... I..."
 "It's all right, dear.  I know exactly how you feel.  *Exactly* how you feel.  Let me show you.  Deborah?"
 "Yes, Mistress?"
 "Bend back and spread your cunt for us please."
 "Oh wow..."
 "Yes, Diane, you see what kind of special control I exercise here.  That control could be yours as well."
 "But... but... I need..."
 "Semen?  Come on your face from a dominating male?  My dear, these can be provided for.  And all you have to do is one simple little thing."
 "What?"
 "Convince Jon to accept me as his Mistress and to turn his powers over to me.  Really quite simple you see."

 I was fed.  When I said that I needed to go to the bathroom to no one in particular, I was led to another corner of the same room, and then immediately back to the chair.
 This went on for a day, then another.  No one had spoken to me.  I tried to break my bonds, but somehow the fun factor of the pom-pom kidnapping squad was keeping me in place.
 I fell asleep twice, so I suppose that it was on the third day when I heard the door open and I somehow knew that Diane was walking through it, with someone else, someone important.
 "Jon?" Diane's voice called.  She sounded strange, timid yet seeking powerful, landing somewhere in the middle.  "Jon, it's me Diane."
 "I know who it is," I replied.  My voice sounded odd in my own ears.
 "Jon," Diane said, as if she were starting a question.  "Jon... Jon, I need you to do something for me."
 "What is that, *dear*?"
 "Jon, you've got to... you've got to turn yourself over to Sylvia, OK?  Please Jon?  For me?  Just turn over your powers to her, and then, everything will be OK.  All right Jon?"
 "Not in a million years, Diane.  Not in a million years to you too, Sylvia," I spat.
 "I wondered when you'd speak to me," she replied.  Her voice was deep, sultry.  "For you and I, a million years may seem like the blink of an eye.  But Diane here doesn't have a million years."
 "Please Jon," Diane begged.  "Please.  Please."
 "What exactly do you mean?" I demanded.
 "You see, Jon, I surround myself exclusively with women, because I find men reprobational at best, repugnant mostly.  So, you are the only man in the entire complex, and I am not about to bring any more in."
 "She needs semen you bitch!" I shouted.
 "Exactly, and the only person she's going to get that from is from you, Jon.  And the only way that is going to happen is when you give yourself totally to me."
 "Please, Jon, please, it's worse than ever," Diane moaned.
 "Our little darling here has been feeding on girl come for the past two days, and it seems that it makes her addiction a little worse.  Something our mutual friend threw into her mix just for kicks I suppose."
 My mind raced.  There had to be a way out of this, there had to be.  I tested my powers by willing myself erect.  There were no problems there.  My powers must have still been working.  But how to manipulate them?  Which ones?
 Like a gunshot, the answer streaked into my brain.  "Diane, I demand that we have sex, right now!  RIGHT NOW!"
 "That won't work, Jon," Sylvia cut in.  I heard something like a book fall on the floor.  "I've been looking over your contract.  It's very well thought out, but you left me some rather tiny loopholes to exploit.  I unfortunately cannot kill you outright, but can restrain you with my Fun Crew here, and you cannot wiggle out of it with your sex on demand clause, because it requires you to *see* the woman you wish to, as you might put it, screw until you are blue in the face."
 Despair iced through my heart.  She was right, the contract did say "see".  Damn.
 I thought I heard Sylvia give a small chuckle.  "Come, Diane," she said, "we'll let him think about it.  Don't take too long though."
 "Please, Jonathan, please..." Diane was sobbing.  Her cries got more faint as they walked out of the room, and they were cut off completely by the sound of the door slamming shut.

 They fed me again.  No one spoke to me, and I stewed in the muffled silence.  My bonds tore into my wrists and ankles as I wiggled against them.  I continued to maintain my erection, a symbolic "fuck-you" in the face of my unseen captors.
 I fell asleep.  In a dream, a figure in a black mask demanded my soul, over and over again.  Every time I refused, another lash snapped across my back.
 I woke with a start, and realized the back of the chair was digging into the small of my back.  I readjusted myself, when suddenly I felt a hand on my cock.  "Who's there?" I called.
 No one answered.  The hand gently stroked my dick.  The hand was slightly cool and warmed as it rubbed up and down.  "Diane, is that you?" I called.
 Still no answer.  The hand jerked with more intensity, but I refused to give into the satisfaction.  "If you want to do that, take off this blindfold, and we'll do it properly.  Otherwise, go away, I'm trying to sleep."
 The hand stopped, then let go.  I heard soft footsteps back towards the door, and it opened and closed.
 "Chicken," I muttered under my breath.  Squiggling in my chair, I tried to go back to sleep.
 I was drifting off when I heard the door open again.  There were some muffled conversations, and something that sounded like a china set being passed around.  After that, silence for a long time.  Suddenly I heard what sounded like a body slumping to floor.  Then another.  Then another.
 "Wha... wha'd you... dooooo..."  A slurred female voice limped towards the door, then to the ground with an audible thump.
 I strained, listening for any sound, but I couldn't hear anything.  I strained against my bonds with all my might, but they were as unyielding as ever.  Then the blindfold fell from my eyes.  The light of the room pierced sharply into my brain, and I squinted against it.  Blinking away the pain and blurriness, my sight fell upon a fuzzy shape that just might be a woman.  A woman with bright red hair.
 I blinked a couple more times.  My eyes finally focused.  "You!"
 The woman who had attacked Diane and I many nights ago stood before me, looking nervous and... there was something else, in her eyes.  If I hadn't known better, I would have said it was need.
 "What do you want?" I asked.  She just stood there, staring at me with that oddly longing look.  I glanced around the room.  My guards, if that is what they were, were sprawled on the floor.  "Did you drug them?"
 The redhead nodded slightly.
 "What's your name?"
 "W-... Wendy."
 "Well, Wendy, you must have wanted to talk privately with me pretty badly to do all this.  But first, I think I want to stand up and fuck you."
 Wendy's eyes grew large, but not as large as when I lurched out of the chair when my bonds suddenly loosened themselves.  My muscles were all quite stiff but not debilitatingly so.
 "Excuse me, Wendy, but I am late for an appointment."  I walked up to the door, punched a random code into the lock, and turned the handle.
 The door opened, but only very slightly.  Something was holding it closed.  "FUCK!" I screamed, and threw my hold weight against the door.  It didn't budge.  "What's holding this closed, dammit!"
 "They won't let go," Wendy squeaked, "until I say so."
 I turned around.  "Well, then, I COMMAND YOU TO TELL THEM TO OPEN THE DOOR!"
 Wendy cracked a crinkly smile.  "That didn't work before, remember?"
 I slumped against the door.  "What do you *want*, Wendy?"
 She didn't answer.  Instead, she walked, step by meek step, across the room until she stood right in front of me.  She reached out her hand, and softly laid it against my cock.
 "You want my cock?"  Then I realized.  "No, you don't want my cock, you don't want my come, you want to WANT my come, don't you?"
 Her face paled and flushed at the same time as she backed away.  Her eyes brimmed with fear.  And anticipation.
 "You've never felt like that, have you?  Wanted anything so badly, and then gotten it again and again, have you?"
 She twitched her head no.
 I walked forward.  "Desire my come," I commanded.  "Desire to be fucked by me."
 She continued to back away, finally bumping into the wall.  I finished my approach.  Grabbing both her shoulders, I kissed her roughly.  She squeaked.  She squirmed, but only as a token of her resistance.  Breaking our kiss with an audible smack, I grabbed her robe and threw it open.  Her nipples stood erect, pointing out from her body like erasers on a pencil.  Her panties, silk, I noticed, were soaked through.  I reached down and ripped them away from her waist.  Wendy caught her breath.  I placed a hand on her mound and she moaned.  Smashing her up against the wall with my body, I placed my shaft at the opening of her slit.
 "Please," she whispered.
 "Please what?" I snapped.
 "Please, take me... take me like you did before.  From behind.  On the... ground."
 "Oh, you want to be fucked like a little bitch in heat, huh?  From behind like the little slut dog you are, huh?"
 Wendy's eyes were rolling back into her head at my dirty talk.  I pushed her down to all fours, and positioned myself behind her.
 "Ready to fuck, bitch?" I demanded.  Wendy jabbed her hips back at me in response.  I grabbed her hips and slid inside.  She was as tight as I remembered.  Her cunt was hot, oily and slick.  She let out a primal scream as I penetrated her, and a low moan of pleasure as I pulled back.  Scream, and moan, scream, and moan, her sounds raced with my cock, fucking in and out of her, towards a screaming, thrashing, ear-splitting climax as I swamped her pussy with come.
 Her vocalizations descended as we both came down from our orgasms.  I pulled out of her and slipped around to her face.  Pushing her back on to her legs, I started jacking my cock over face.
 "You want my come, whore?"
 "Yeah, yeah, please, my face, my mouth, all over me, please!"
 "Tell those other bitches to release the door, tell them to open the door!"
 "Fucking please come on me, please, I want it SO BAD!"
 "Tell them!"
 "Please, come on your little bitch slut, your little bitch whore slut, come all over my slut face please, Master, please please please!"
 "TELL THEM!"
 "OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!  COME ON MY FACE!"
 "HHHRRRRMMMMPPPHHARRRGGG!!!"  Come blasted out of my dick and splattered her face.  Her hands, shaking with fixation, scooped it into her mouth, careful at first, then more rapidly, almost insanely, pushing and licking and scooping every possible drop as the semen flew over her cheeks.
 As soon as my dick calmed down, I turned and burst through the door.  On the other side, three gorgeous looking girls were going down on one another, slipping fingers in and out of each others' cunts and asses.  "Where's Sylvia?" I demanded.  They said nothing.  I grabbed one of them and hauled them to her feet.  "Where is she dammit?"  The girl's head just flopped around limply as her partner continued to finger-fuck her pussy.  "Dammit," I swore, dropped her back down and ran off down the hallway.

 "Security Door 6 is opening, Sylvia, but there aren't any-- omigod, the prisoner's escaped!"
 "Sound the alarm, activate all security.  Dammit I haven't had time to reprogram anyone.  Keep licking me Diane, that's it.  Fuck!"

 Four armed women confronted me as I opened what I hoped was the last door.  One shot her gun.  Between eyeblinks my hand snapped up and grabbed the tranquilizer dart out of mid-air.  The other three fired.  Three more darts were smacked out of the air by my amazingly quick hands.  They threw their guns aside and assumed what I took to be martial arts positions.
 "This is ridiculous," I thought.  In as booming a voice as I could muster, I shouted, "YOU ALL DESIRE MY SEMEN RIGHT NOW!  YOU ARE ALL EXTREMELY HORNY FOR ME AND EACH OTHER RIGHT NOW!"
 My words smacked into them like fists.  Two of them grabbed each other and began to lick furiously at each others' cunts.  One simply fell to the ground, limp and drooling, and one ambitious one leapt forward and plunged her hungry mouth all over my hard cock.  Not wanting to waste any more time, I willed myself directly to orgasm.  Her mouth was flooded with my come; it spurted out of her lips like an oil gusher.  The other three immediately leapt up and tackled their friend, their tongues tangling and heads knocking as the fought over the drops of my jism.  I ran onward.

 "He's gotten by the last guards!  He's coming up here!"
 "Almost there, lick me harder you bitch, YOU FUCKING BITCH, YESSSSSSSSSS!  Dikraxthas!  I call to thee!  Stop my enemy!  As commanded by our contract!"

 I was in something that looked like a dining room.  A huge table dominated the center, and at the far end, an archway opened onto a staircase, and somehow I knew I would find who I was seeking there.  That was, before the roof caved in.
 The creaking of the ceiling was all the warning I had, but it was enough.  My magical defenses kicked in, and quicker than a heartbeat I slipped under the table.  The roofing collapsed down onto it with a crack of thunder.  Then there was silence.
 For a half a moment, I stayed still.  The table had held, and there was light coming through cracks in the now collapsed ceiling.  I decided it was time to breathe again, and I did.  I was contemplating exactly how to get out from under a two ton plaster ceiling, when I noticed, in the dim light that there was something painted on it.  There must have been a fresco on the ceiling.  The gloom revealed what looked like a foot peeking out of the bottom of a toga.  I followed the shape with my eyes.  It traveled up a slim, female body.  When it reached the face, my eyes widened with
surprise.
 Then I knew that I had won.
 "I want to fuck HER!" I boomed.
 The world seemed to disappear.

 When it reshaped itself, I was standing in the middle of a richly carpeted bedroom.  One wall was taken up by a series of television security monitors and control switches.  A pretty brunette sat in front of them, looking worried.  The bedroom was richly furnished, a four poster bed and a matching love seat among the tasteful and expensive decorations spread around the room.  In the middle of it, Diane knelt with her mouth pressed up against an  auburn pussy.  The owner of the slot gazed at me with a mixture of contempt and grudging respect.  The face that was doing it was Holly the stewardess's.
 "Sylvia, I presume."
 "You know," she said, "in 'The Wizard of Oz', dropping a house on someone was sufficient to kill them.  I am curious how you got out of that one."
 "Your lovely ceiling gave you away."
 She blinked with surprise, then understanding.  "Somehow, I always knew that my vanity would be the undoing of me."
 "Diane," I growled, "come here."  Sylvia merely looked on as Diane crawled towards me.  Her body was twitching oddly, and she looked pale, ashen.  "Drink my come," I ordered.  Her hands were shaking wildly as they reached for my cock.  She couldn't grab it.  "Shhhh," I consoled her.  I placed her hands back, positioned myself, jacked myself twice and splattered her face with semen.  Diane wailed with relief as she pushed the jizz into her mouth.  Sylvia's gaze never left us.
 "Now it's your turn," I said.
 "It won't work, you fool!" she screamed, her control breaking.  "YOU FOOL, YOU GODDAMNED MAN!"  She hurled a pillow at me.  I was too surprised to even attempt to block it, and it hit me square in the face.  "You've ruined everything for NOTHING!  You can't fuck me!  IT'S IN MY CONTRACT!"
 I pulled the pillow from my face.  "What?"
 "One of my powers is that I will never, *never* be fucked by a man.  Ever, ever EVER!  So," and she regained a little composure, "you've really lost you see.  All for nothing, ha!"
 "I fucked you on the plane!"
 "Ha, think again, fool.  You only fucked your little slut on that plane.  I needed a semen sample from you first hand so that when you agreed I could transfer your powers.  But you never fucked ME, fool, only that little worthless slut there."
 She was right!  I hadn't fucked her.  She had a contract.
 And so did I.
 And then I knew.
 "Sylvia," I said, my voice tight, "I see you and I want to fuck you, right now."
 "Nice try."
 My voice rose, and I could feel the air around me crackle.  "By my contract with the demon Dikraxthas, by the power that allows me to fuck any woman, any time, any way, I DEMAND TO FUCK YOU, HERE, NOW!"
 Suddenly something grabbed Sylvia.  She whirled, her face full of shock.  As if resisting unseen hands, she stumbled towards me.  "No," she pleaded, "STOP!  MY CONTRACT FORBIDS THIS!"  She planted her heels, and suddenly found herself dragged.  She stopped inches away.  I enfolded her into my embrace.  My cock was poised, hard, outside her crack.  "NO!" she screamed.
 "NOW!"
 "NO!"
 "NOW!"
 "...nooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"  Something from beyond the room, from beyond the world, thundered in protest.  Something in front of cock prevented me from entering.
 "THE CONTRACT IS BROKEN!" I exulted.  "DIKRAXTHAS!  I DEMAND YOU TO APPEAR!"
 And he was there.
 He was on his knees, his leathery skin gray, sores sappurating horrible fluid.  His wings, once mighty, were withered.  His horns drooped.  His voice was croaking, weak, barely audible.
 "What are you muttering, worm?" I demanded.
 "... mercy... please..."
 I grabbed him by one horn and hoisted his head, my eye piercing his.  "For all those people you killed, for all the misery you have caused?"  I dropped him.
 Stepping back, I raised my arms.  "Dikraxthas, you have broken a contract signed with your seal.  I declare the agreement null and void, all your current agreements forfeit, and I claim ALL YOUR POWERS AND YOUR LIFE FOR MINE!  YOU ARE MINE!"
 A piercing red flash blasted through the room.  I felt it infuse me, felt it fill me, so full, full of power, power beyond imagining.  Ecstasy.
 When I opened my eyes, all that remained of Dikraxthas was a gray, dirty powder on the floor.  And standing over it was the well dressed man who had invaded my apartment last week.
 "What the hell is THIS?  You again?"
 The man ignored me.  Instead he poked around in the dust with his cane.  "Very well done, my boy," he finally said.  He looked up.  Beneath two small horns on the top of his head, a small goatee, and burning red eyes, he said, "Welcome to the family."
 Then he was gone.

 It was six months later when Diane walked into my room unexpectedly.  "Well," I said, "this is a surprise."  She simply smiled as she walked over and gave me a quick kiss.
 "A pleasant one, I hope."
 "Always.  Please, sit down."
 "Thank you."  She sat down on the loveseat.  "Why do you stay here?" she asked.  "It can't exactly hold the most pleasant memories for you."
 "Oh, think of it as... a conquered castle.  I did have to fight for it rather badly, you remember."
 "I remember.  I remember."  Her eyes got distance for a moment.  "Do you really think that he was Sa-"
 "Don't-" I interrupted "-say it.  I think it will only attract him if it was.  Let's talk about you for a moment."
 "Me?  Oh, I'm fine.  Three women in the morning, three men in the evening, the normal routine.  Thank you again for-"
 I raised a hand.  "Don't thank me.  It was as much you as anything else that got me here.  And, of course, it hasn't been the same without you."  I winked at her.  She smiled.
 "What?  I can't believe that, not with little snookums here."  She placed her hand on Sylvia's head, letting it rest there as she bounced up and down along my cock.
 "Well, she doesn't suck cock nearly as well as you."  I pulled my shaft out of her mouth.  "Do you, little Sylvia slut?"
 "Uh..." she hesitated.  "No, M-m-master."
 "That was pretty slow, Sylvia," I tutted.  I pointed one finger at her.  Her body jerked and she shrieked with Pain.
 "Can't she do that quieter?" Diane shouted over the noise.
 "Sorry," I apologized and closed my hand.  Sylvia stopped.
 "Doesn't she just grow resentful?" Diane asked.
 "Oh she gets rewarded when she's a good little whore slut, don't you?"
 "Yes, Master," she answered.
 "But you've done nothing to-"
 "Alter her?  No, Sylvia makes all her own decisions, don't you?"
 "Yes, Master."
 "She's slowly getting better," I said.
 "Better?  Well, I don't know.  There's an extremely dry pussy right in front of her face and she hasn't done a thing about it."
 "Ungrateful little cunt," I hissed at Sylvia, "get to work!"  I gave her a tiny zot of Pain.  She yelped and immediately crawled over to Diane.
 "May I suck your pussy, please, Mistress Diane?"
 Diane smiled at me as she hiked up her mini-skirt to reveal an underwearless cunt.  Sylvia sighed as she knelt between Diane's legs.  Her tongue reached and caressed Diane's hairless pussy lips, licking around and between her slit.  "Mmm, that's nice, little slut," Diane murmured.  Sylvia placed her hands on Diane's ass and plunged in full force, grinding her tongue and face into Diane's cunt.  "That's it, that's it," Diane groaned.  "Perfect little slut, you fucking perfect little bitch slut, you like sucking cunt don't you?"
 "Mmmhmmm," Sylvia murmured.
 "Wouldn't you like to have your pussy fucked, slut?" Diane breathed as she rubbed Sylvia's auburn hair.  "Have your cunt reamed out by some big hard shaft, flooded with man come until you scream?"
 Sylvia stopped licking and her eyes widened with fear.  Diane looked down.  "Keep sucking my twat, bitch!" she screamed and pushed her face back between her legs.  "Please," Sylvia begged in between strokes of her tongue, "please just- make me- lick your- pussy please!"
 "Oh, now," I said, "this won't do it at all.  Hold her face down, will you?"  Diane gripped, and I sent the Pain through her.  Sylvia screamed, her cries muffled by Diane's wet cunt.  "Wow, that feels... weird."
 I let the Pain go.  "What?"
 "When she screamed against my clit, it felt... weird, kinda stimulating... but keep your tongue busy whore!"
 I perched myself behind Sylvia.  "Are you ready now for a good hard cock, my little slut?"
 Sylvia nodded enthusiastically.  I pushed my cockknob up inside her.  Her pussy was tight, but surprisingly wet.  "Oh, the little slut is all excited, getting to suck off another little girl, hmmm?  A little cunt on your mouth as got you all going, has it my little bi-whore slut?"
 "Ahhh, the little bitch likes it, the little bitch likes sucking my clit, fucking my cunt with her slut tongue," Diane moaned.
 "She likes it when I fuck her little cunt with my cock, ramming my dick into her twat!"
 "Fuck my cunt with your tongue, slut whore!"
 "Fuck my cock with your pussy, bitch slave!"
 "Fuck me!  Fuck me!  FUCK ME!" Diane and I screamed as we both climaxed.
 We fucked in every conceivable position.  They sixty-nined while I screwed Sylvia's ass.  I licked Diane's cunt while Sylvia hopped up and down on my cock.  Sylvia sucked me off while Diane fucked her with her whole hand.  Finally I lay Sylvia down missionary style, fucking her while Diane lay herself over the prone slut, watching with amusement as my cock worked in and out of her pussy.  As I neared my orgasm, Diane took hold of my cock, guided it out of Sylvia's pussy, and slowly jacked it over her own face.
 "Come all over my face," and then she winked as she said, "Master."
 I laughed as I let Sylvia have Pleasure and I came all over Diane's face.  Diane salaciously and grandly scooped the jism off her face, licking up every drop.  "I love you," she said to me.
 "I love you too," I admitted.
 Who would have thought?
 Life is full of surprises.

 The room was lit only by candles.  A pentagram was inscribed in the center, blood freshly spilt upon it.  Several figures in dark robes surrounded it.  One of them intoned in a low voice:
 "Through the darkness, I call to thee:
  Upon the blackness, I summon thee:
  Through the night, you fly to me:
  I convoke the words, it is done:
  Jon Leland, I name thee.
  By the ancient words, Jon Leland,
  You are brought to me."

 And something shimmered in the center of the pentacle.

THE END