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Vol I. No. 3 "The Renegade"
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The Sacred Order of
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Chapter 1
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I had been the vice-president of the firm for just under a month,
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and already I had an office that could pass for a country club with
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bar and lounge. The bar was completely stocked with plush leather
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chairs, game heads on the wall -- hell, the bathroom was bigger
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than most people's garages.
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"Well I'll return your legal briefs before the next meeting.", I
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said to the cute young secretary. She snapped her braw strings
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back into place as she left the waterbed and pulled her skirt
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up over her black pumps, naked bush and full hips. I could hear
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her heels clicking on the tiles as I snorted deeply into her little
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silk briefs.
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She probably thought she was working her way up the ladder like
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this. But if there ever was a glass ceiling, I was it. Don't
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get me wrong. I have no problem with women in high positions,
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just so long as they're qualified. And that little bimbo woudln't
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even of been hired if I hadn't seen her ummm. . . sizeable
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attributes in the company unemployment office.
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Someone might start asking questions if she keeps taking
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an hour to deliver my mail with a cup of coffee. . . . Ah
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well. Let them talk. I wasn't married. Just had Jenny.
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And she was hardly in any position to be a factor.
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The rocks in my glass made a tinkling sound as I rolled
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my eyes towards the glass ceiling above and gulped down
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the stuff. It was just mineral water. But the way it mixed
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with that slut's cum in my mouth added a nice edge.
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The mail package the girl had brought with her stayed on
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my desk along with a cooling cup of coffee the whole day.
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I always read my personal mail after work -- and today would
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be no exception.
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-oOo-
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Chapter 2
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Here I was kicked back in my lounge chair at my desk. Before
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a long row of tinted glass windows overlooking the small town
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below. If one looked a bit further to the southeast he would
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see the Seattle skyline in the distance, across the big
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blue lake with its hard, long floating bridges. This little
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town was getting a bit large for my taste. . . and its proximity
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to that major metropolitan area did not improve the chances of
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my staying there long. Wouldn't want to get too bogged down
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in one place. . .
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Well, what was there to do. Ah. Reports. I had to read
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through -- or atleast look like I was reading - several
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stacks of reports each day. Mostly I'd let a few underlings
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do the grunt work and when they were all done I'd just sign
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Ron Peterson's name to the product and get patted on the back
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at the executive meetings.
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Cold cup of coffe on my desk. Mail. Hmm. Lets see what this
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first stack of reports is all about. . .
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"2000 dollars worth of xerox paper. . Item #5587-3,
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one laser printer." Um hm.
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"Item #8871-2210002, shipment of magnetic tape reels.. .
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Item #8872-2210003, shipment of large magnetic reels, see
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note page 553 and cross-reference in inventory volume 8, page
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1807."
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Ah yes. . . . BORING. Why did I have to be so good at faking
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like an accountant and those forged letters of introduction
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probably went a bit far. . . But it did seem a good touch
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naming myself "Manager Weekly's Man of the Month, July 1989."
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Hell -- was no such magazine. Of course I knew enough to
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fill the role as an administrator. But ask me to balance
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a ledger properly and who know's what columns I'd put things
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in. Was a lucky break when the fools at the company placed
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an ad in the paper for an executive officer.
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One of the dozen or so lights beneath the tinted glass of my
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desk illuminated briefly as the speaker clicked on.
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"Say Ron, are you comming to the executive retreat?"
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The president of the company -- like everyone else in this town --
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thought of me as mild mannerd, money-wise Ron Peterson. I was in a
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way. I drove Ron's car, slept with his girl, ate his food, read
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his mail. I even paid his taxes on occasion. But Ron was just a
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persona I filled when in this great playground some call "life."
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He was the anonymous nobody the cops would be looking for if I
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ever got in a pinch. As he has no parents, chilhood friends,
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hometown or recorded dental records, fingerprints; I could do almost
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anything. If I was smart about it. And I am always smart about it.
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"Yo! Ron -- you listening to me?"
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"Uh. Yeah sure. I'll be there. But I won't be on the
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company jet."
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"No? How are you getting out there then? Walking?", he laughed.
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"I'll drive. I need more fresh air then the rest of you."
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There was something about being trapped in an airplane and landing
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at some airport not knowing if the police would be there waiting
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to hand-cuff me, that I didn't like. But mainly I like to drive,
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feel the wind in my hair as my ragtop mustang rockets down the
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pavement.
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"Well its all set then!", the prez exclaimed over the intercom.
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"See you in Las Vegas day after tomorrow."
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"Yeah. Yeah Sure. . .", I managed. That guy was a real pain
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sometimes. Being an executive had its perks. Heh did it
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ever. . . But going to the company "meetings" in Miami, Japan,
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Russia, Hawaii or Brazil every week could take alot out of
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a guy. Its a wonder the company ever got anything done considering
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how much time the chief execs spent partying or planning the same.
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But this did remind me to call Jenny on my cellphone. It was one
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of those little flip one's. 080 3351. I was calling to let her
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know not to cook dinner or wait up for me. I wondered absent mindedly
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if they made working cellular replicas of the old Star Trek communicators
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as I waited for someone to answer.
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"Yeah. Jen, babe. I'm going on a company trip. . . . Yeah
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won't be back for a few days. . . . Right. I'm stopping by
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at that french place for something to eat then its off for. . .
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Um hm. . . . Yes. . . . Buy your own damn beer. You and
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your beers. What is it with the beer already."
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*click* It was nearly impossible for me to control her over
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the phone. Its not too much harder than face to face control
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but I just hadn't mastered it yet. Besides that was a level 12
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skill. And by now she knew better than to disobey my wishes.
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As I left the massive company tower that night I passed George, the
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head night watcman. He was sitting at the massive lobby console
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intent on watching the board before him. Usually he would of happily
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saluted me and we'd exchange some joke or other. So naturally I
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stopped my whistling of "Somewhere Under the Rainbow", as I detected
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something out of the ordinary.
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"What are you doing?", I asked in a stern tone. The sweat on
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his brow and the slight jacking motion of his arm just didn't
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seem quite professional -- If you know what I mean.
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"Oh .. umm. Oh. Mr. Peterson!"
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What a pathetic show he was making.
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"What are you doing there man!?", I demanded as I circled around
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behind him to get a better view. The little stinker was watching
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a video of me screwing that bimbo mailroom clerk. Like I said,
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I didn't care if people thought I might be screwing her. But a
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video tape is serious business. That sort of thing could get my
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face on T.V. in the worse way. And as personal policy goes, keeping
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out of the mass media is damn near holy writ.
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"Planning on using this against me?", I asked calmly as I observed
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the crystal vase on a nearby table. It would probably be strong
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enough to shatter his skull. . . If he gave the wrong answer.
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"No. No. . .", he struggled for words as he zipped up his
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pants and wiped the sweat from his brow. His fat face was
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turning a deep red as he stared blankly at the screen. It now
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had the bimbo frozen in pleasure and pain as I had been porking
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her on the edge of the bed. Her ankles were on my neck. .
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and why was I wearing her earings. Heh. Funny what one doesn't
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notice during the act.
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"Well?"
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"I don't know what to say sir." He was at a loss for words.
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"Tell ya what, George. You keep your mouth shut and I'll let
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you fuck her everyday."
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This was a good offer for him, but it meant I'd have to speed up my
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mind control schedule with the little winch. And I wouldn't see as
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much of her myself. It be a cold day in hell (or an unavoidable
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ritual) before I'd fuck her after George. The fat slob.
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A smile slowly began to form on his lips.
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"Oh. And George, give me the tape."
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He nodded silently. Good. I walked outside to my parked car
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once more in a cheerful mode -- whistling.
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-oOo-
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Chapter 3
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The clean white tiles of the bathroom floor had a dull shine to them.
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Probbaly had been waxed a couple of days ago. I looked at my knees
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and the pants bunched about lower down. I was sitting on a toilet
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in La Femme Chaud. It was a good place to eat -- not spectacular
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but very dependable. There was no newspaper on hand so I'd brought
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the mail along with me. A bill from the light company: Can wait.
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A Blood Drinker's Anonymous magazine: Honestly I don't know how I got
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onto their mailing list. Some letters addressed to "Occupant." :
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Who is that guy anyhow? I mean what a hell if someone's name really
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were "Occupant" or "Current Resident." And finally I came to the
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small yellow envelope with no return address.
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There was something hard in it. I paused in disgust as someone in a
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nearby stall grunted loudly with this loud splashing sound of something
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falling into his bucket. Eventually I ripped open the flimsy yellow paper
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and found a postcard within. It had the picture of a snow covered
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something or other. One distinctive window protruded from the
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enormous covering of whiteness. It was obviously the home temple.
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But of course nobody could know that unless they had been there.
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The card had come from home. I held my breath. What if the letter
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had been traced? As I read the postmarks I realised it had been
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forwarded through one of the safe mail houses in taiwan before reaching
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me.
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Would this be a letter from the Master? Or one of them anyways?
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Questions raced through my mind as I turned the card over and
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began to read it. "Master Nim," -- Why did she always have to
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start them that way. What a waste of time. Didn't she know I
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couldn't send mail back to her?
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"Wait. I know you must be tired of my attempts to contact you..
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but this is really important. Kaljel your sworn enemey has
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graduated and is comming for you."
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That maggot? He couldn't make a cow fart. What did I have to fear
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from him? HA HA. The fool.
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". . . He has taken the polsten. I know it is unbelivable. The
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head masters deny it, but I have been to the sacred room and seen the
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holy stand. It is empty."
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I stared at the words in blank disbelief for sometime as the gravity
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of the situation sunk in. "The p o l s t e n", I said to myself
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over and over. How could that be? Didn't they guard it!? Yes. Yes.
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Sure they did. I had to get control of myself. Had to concentrate.
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No fear. No fear.
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What was this polsten, you ask? It's just the physical container
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for all the focused energy of every member of the Order. Thats all.
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Years before when I first joined the Order part of the iniation was
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to watch a failing pupil get punished with the polstren. I remember
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clearly how master waved the staff over the young girls head. She
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didn't seem too harmed by the experience. And I suppose that was due
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to her extensive training at the temple in methods of self-control.
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But after a few minutes just sitting in chairs gave her far too much
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pleasure. She would walk with legs wide apart and foam on her mouth.
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Sometimes she'd just fall to the ground consumed in spontaneous orgasims.
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Heh. We had some fun times with her. . . when she was awake.
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The Polsten in the hands of Kaljel.
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What deeds would he do with it? Or more importantly what deeds
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would he do to me with it. . .
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I would have to use my vision. It always leaves me drained after
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a good session so I would need to be at home. The french man
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who cleans up the bathroom was yelling something at me in thick
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french. Something to the effect of my having been born by a fat
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fish smelling cow. Ah well let him think me an ignorant american.
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I was above settling petty disputes and besides it wasn't my
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fault the toilet was overflowing. What sort of idiot would build
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a bathroom two feet above the main floor of his resteraunt anyhow?
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-oOo-
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Chapter 4
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The ride home was quick and uneventful. Jenny smelled of cheap
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beer and perhaps even a cigar or two as she greeted me in the
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doorway. She had the perfect body of a goddess. Her naturally
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tan skinned was to die for. Her large firm breast were to kill
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for. She was wearing a pull-over sweater and a small mini.
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"Whats up... Doc?", she said in her ever-smashed Marlyin Monroe voice.
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That voice. What was it about her come-hither-and-take-me-all-night
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sound that turned me on. Oh that.
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She was small too, and I almost ignored her as she jokingly
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held her arm in my way. I could pick her up in one arm and...
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well my my. My hand was already feeling about her subtle waist
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and firm well exercised ass. There'd be time enough for that
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later on I thought, as I quickly crossed the brick tiled floor.
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The house was modest -- OK luxurious -- but small.
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There was a pool, three car garage... 8 bedrooms, or was it ten?
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I forget. Anyhow it was big enough for a good party with plenty of
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individual guest rooms. It even had a small movie theater. It
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was all in Jenny's name. I kept her on a short leash. She
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got what she wanted -- well nearly. And I got what I wanted:
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her body, mind, soul and money. Besides it wouldn't due to leave
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too much of a paper trail about myself. 1st rule of the order;
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about being cautious and all.
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My laboratory was rather modest. It was in part of the wine cellar.
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I had half of it boarded up with a false wall. Even the public
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blueprints to the house don't show the true extant of that cellar.
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At first glance it may appear modest. Perhaps even minimalist.
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There's a thin simple glass desk. A few tall candles and the
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computer. This was setup as you might expect, if you're into such
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stuff. There was even a hidden cabinet with a couple of hundred
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computer disk. And not an MS DOS based application in the bunch.
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Anyow I had this awesome computer and all I used it for most
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of the time was meditation. The monitor I had custom built.
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Its 20 inches of perfectly round faced glass were ideal for
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radiating uniform color patterns. The ideal in meditation
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focus points.
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I loaded up my visions program. Just a bunch of black and white
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patterns with some green lines mixed in. It wouldn't do anything
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for you to look at it. Or even to concentrate on it. It only
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works for one who has learned his skills with it. Infact I don't
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know any Order member who uses the exact same meditation methods...
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besides the sacred chant of rituals -- naturally.
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As the day turned to night and colors filled the room, I began to
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dose off into that realm between all others. I was not going to
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sleep but that place where we go when we watch others. You know,
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you've probbaly been there youself perhaps in a childhood dream.
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The place where we can see almost anything. But the untrained mind
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dismisses most of it as wild imagintation. But truthfully.. there
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is a place for everything somewhere -- and a dream of anything is
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of something real ... somewhere.
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The images of rushing landscapes and fast moving celestial patterns
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began to grow as realities meshed. All became dark then there was
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the sound of tinkling bells. Tinkling bells.. bells... tinkling...
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-oOo-
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Chapter 5
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Nearby, in Seattle, Washington. . .
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"Sir. If you'd like to look at the leather pants we have several.."
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The cute little saleslady was unable to finish her sentence as the
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dark man she had been addressing pointed a gnarled and twisted bronze
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staff in her general direction. She collapsed unto her knees, head down.
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Violent convulsions rocked her as she panted in pleasure and agony.
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To her it felt as tho she were being filled as never a man could fill her.
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No. It felt like someone was stuffing both fist into her wet burning cunt
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and at the same time trying to bite her nipples off.
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Shoppers with their little kids and bags of clothing began to gather
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about the odd sight. A large - almost beastly - man wearing nothing
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but tight leather pants adjusting his bowtie in a mirror while this
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beautiful blonde flopped on the floor like a sack of jello.
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She was sweating and wheezing for air in the remains of her stockings
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befoe she was able to speak.
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"Please... " . . . more coughs ... " what are you doing to meeeooooooW!?"
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The man had touched her with his staff again.
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Rather lightly actually.
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She was still and quiet. After a moment large crimson stains
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began to form on her blouse about where her nipples would have
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been.
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"Oh my God!" yelled a man. Some women began to cry and yell at the
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strange man to go away. The slow deliberate way he raised his
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eyes towards them and smiled had them moving back from the scene.
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A few brave men - you know the kind that happen to be in every crowd -
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began to advance. Guess they thought it was their civic duty or something.
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"Come on! Get away from her.", One of the smaller men said.
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It was almost comical the way he clutched at his crotch and screamed
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silently in pain. He panted something about getting his pants off.
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A nearby woman sank to her knees saying: "I'm a doctor..."
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She began to pull down his pants without even unbuttoning them or anything.
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There he was standing naked in a clothing store with his pants about his
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ankles. She looked quite professional as she began to stare at what
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was before her face with gaping and surprised mouth.
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The woman gasped in shock as she saw his rock hard cock. Suddenly he
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started spraying a stream of jism right down her warm throat.
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She swallowed instinctevly then began to blush. A few wet loads even
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fell onto the more distant and wounded saleswoman.
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Then the man started spinning about while prancing in agony. He came
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and came all over fur coats, leather jackets, strangers, the floor...
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It spun upwards to meet him as he collapsed on his back. A fountain
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of cum shot upwards in a continuous stream of milky wax. The man must
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have wondered to himself if it was such a bad way to die.
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Slowly the height of the milk began to lessen as the man's screams subsided.
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One could have literally seen his balls strink into nothingness. Finally
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blood and guts bubbled forth and the man was dead.
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The little store was soon emptied as a small stampede made its way over
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coat racks and displays. Some didn't even stop to open the doors as
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they fled but simply crashed through the large display windows.
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A sinister and gleeful laughter rocked the rafters as the dark man
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surveyed the destruction.
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"Ha! HA!. . . . HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! HAAAA!"
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"There shall be poooleasure in my kingdom!"
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He doubled over holding his gut as more laughter shook him.
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"HA! HA HA HA HA HA HA!"
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"I'm comming for you Nim! HA HA HA HA HA HA."
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My vision was broken then as I awoke from the meditation in
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a cold sweat. This didn't look good. No. Not good at all.
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-oOo-
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Chapter 6
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I knew I had but one chance. The authority transfer ritual.
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It was a long shot and not something I had planned on attempting
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so early in my masterhood. But really, there was no other choice.
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All day long I slaved over a bowl of potion. It took just
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the right mixture of the three sacred ingrediants to even
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began the ritual I had in mind; 6 ounces of powdered smegma,
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1 of urine and 4 of honey. I had several jars of all of these
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in the fridge. All except the honey. That we kept in the
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bedroom toybox.
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It takes a few minutes to properly grind the smegma into
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chunky powder. Thats the easy part. The urine must be
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boiled and slowly combined with the honey. Then comes
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the long part. Blending the entire mixture by hand with
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a spoon or fork until it forms an even but thick, cool
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gooy substance.
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It was only by sheer determination that I didn't taste the
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stuff. It is the food of the gods. And one should not
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make it for anything less than sacred purposes.
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As I held the glass jar up with the thick wonderful magic
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inside of it, I pondered exactly how I was going to trick
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Kaljel into my trap.
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-oOo-
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Chapter 7
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I was preparing to return to the company office, for a bit of
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late night overtime -- or so I let Jenny think. Blue suit,
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striped shirt and flamingo tie. Just like usual. Ron Peterson
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wasn't the best dresser, but that was all part of the facade.
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Jenny didn't complain when I told her to smear some strawberry
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jelly on her lips and to remove all of her clothing except
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the white boxer shorts and short white socks I gave her.
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This would work perfect. I told her to walk around the house
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that way all day. As I adjusted my tie in preperation to leave
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for the office, she opened her mouth to ask me something or other.
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It recieved an open handed slap that almost knocked her to the ground.
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She started to cry but then thought better of it and gasped in
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involuntary spasms of pain and shock.
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I said, "No matter what happens, you just better remember you are
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my woman."
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She didn't see the smile on my face as I turned to leave. I
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almost patted myself on the back for the realistic stern look
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I'd given her.
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That damn garage door was stuck again. When I pressed the remote
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button it just lit up with sparks and made a buzz sound. Would
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have to get a repair man out to see about that sometime.
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When I finally got the grage doors open, I drove the car out and
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down the short lane from the house like I would have any other day.
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But as I rounded the corner out of view from the house I put
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her into park and climbed out.
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It was a minute or two before I made my way to the backyard,
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past the pool and back into the house.
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The fun was just starting.
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-oOo-
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Chapter 8
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The front doors of the small mansion exploded into millions
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of splinters as a flash of blue light filled the entrance way.
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The roar of poping wood and falling debris subsided quickly
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to make way for the intruder.
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"NIM. I have come. Here me roar!"
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The house shook as though it had been hit by a tornado or earth quake as
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the lion-like man screamed his lungs out.
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Jeez. This guy had been reading too many comic books or something.
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He was way more built than I recall him being at the temple.
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Why had he continued to wear those silly leather pants and
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bowtie -- with nothing else? He certainly wasn't trying to
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keep a low profile. I bet half the police force was on his
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trail, and he had lead them straight to me. Yes. We wouldn't
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be staying in this town too much longer. I knew that for
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certain then.
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Kaljel seemed only mildly surprised not to find his prey cowering
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before him. The sound of his staff striking and breaking the floor
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tiles as he walked with it into the house would have gave most
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men heart attacks. *PROW!* tap, tap . . . *PROW!* tap, tap
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Then silence.
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"And what do we have here?", he asked with cheery glee, as he found
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a small form hiding under a table not too far from the main doors.
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"Stand!", he bellowed.
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Jenny, quite shaken could not seem to make her legs obey her.
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She started trying to rise on her hands and knees but didn't
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get far before he hoisted her roughly to her feet.
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He had not seen a finer looking woman. But unlike most men,
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he was not a slave to his more basic instincts. If it had
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not been for one minor detail he would have either torn her
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juglar vein right out of her neck or raped her right then and
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there. But I knew a little something of his ego. Predictible
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as ever. Of course the added touch of her not wearing much
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couldn't have hurt much.
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"You're Nim's woman, aren't you?", he asked in a soft deceiving
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tone. Jenny being the typical fool accepted his voice as apologetic
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and responded.
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"Nim? Who is Nim?"
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She cowarded in fear of receiving some blows for her iggnorance.
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But the man did not wish to damage her. Yet.
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"Does he look anything like this.", he asked while projecting
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a color-slide like image of my face upon a nearby brick wall.
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It was a picture of me when I was much younger. In monk's habit
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with shaven head. I almost laughed at the sight of it, but thought
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better of that and remained hidden.
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"Thats Ron. I mean master. I mean. . ."
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Jenny was confused now. She wasn't sure if she'd said too much
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or not enough. It didn't matter in my mind. She would be dead
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by the end of the day. If not via the ritual then by means
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of Kaljel's hands.
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Kaljel nodded knowingly as he began to drag her limp form towards
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the stairs.
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"Where is your bed woman? And his!?"
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She was too freightned to do much but whimper and mubble something
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about "Please" , "Please."
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Kaljel stopped and pressed both of his hands over her face. The way
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he closed his eyes as he began to rake his open palms down her
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face made me think he was going to snap her neck. But no. He
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was smoothing her tears away. He brought his hands to his mouth
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and tasted her there. "So sweet. So sweet.", he said in a low
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yearning voice. He had tasted the strawberries.
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As they rounded the curved stairs up out of view I started breathing
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again. It was laughable how Kaljel could fall for the old invisibility
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thing. That was my master thesis back at the temple and quite a few
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of the undergrads should've known about it. Hell, I could see someone
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|
like Jenny not perceving a strange motionless form when they have so
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|
much else on their mind. But Kaljel? Really. Now I was becomming
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just a little bit annoyed with this twit. I was going to have to waste
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|
my most valuable slave because of his untimely comming. But he would
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pay. Pay dearly.
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I was still working the kinks out of my joints and stripping off the
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cheap suit and tie as I quitely climbed the stairs towards the master
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bedroom. I could hear Kaljel's voice,
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"I'm going to have Nim's woman in his own bed. Heh heh heh"
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Then he startd howling like a wolf or something.
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I moved into the room by just moving my heels and toes. I
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just watched, casually with hands on my hips, as Kaljel
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held both of Jenny's wrist together with one enormous hand and
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started spreading her legs open beneath him.
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She saw me and started crying out, "Save me ma-" *bonk*
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Kaljel head butted her and squeezed her wrist harder. He
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was awfuly sure of himself, to assume that I wasn't infact
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behind him.
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Kaljel got a pill from one of his pockets and held her nose as
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he broke it open over her open mouth. A thick liquid dripped onto
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her tounge. She fought wih all her might but soon had to breathe
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and gulped down whatever the stuff was.
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In a minute she was docile and almost loving beneath the beast.
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He had taking the time to remove his pants and lay them beside the
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staff.
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I sat across the room on the sofa there, unnoticed. It would
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be quite a show. But especially the ending. I quietly patted
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the magic potion beside me as the festivites began.
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There was a dry rubbing sound as Kaljel thrust his entire 10
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inches of meat into her small cunt. She screamed in blood
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curdling agony as she felt the quicksilver poker reach her
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womb. Her eyes were glazed and vauge as Kaljel tried to get
|
|
better penetration. He stood on his knees and pulled her
|
|
wrist down behind her back to meet her ankles where he held them
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|
together in dual pairs as he worked up a good gooy wetness between
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them and fucked on.
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"Ah good... Oh. .. Damn you're so tight!",
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|
he exclaimed between gasp for air as he worked his hips and
|
|
thighs into the burning little box.
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Jenny would just moan in pain between thrust as he tried to
|
|
split her cunt in two. For my part my cock was feeling fuller
|
|
as it grew, hoping to take part in the scene before it.
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|
|
When Kaljel finally came he pulled out and made a wet cork-popping
|
|
sound as his thick rubber-noodle cum covered her neck and
|
|
tits.
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"Whats the biggest thing you've ever had in you?", he asked
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|
curious to enjoy the pony he'd rounded up and humiliate
|
|
her master as much as possible.
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|
|
"Oh. . . a fist", she managed to mumble between gasp for
|
|
air and painful moans.
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|
|
He swung his body about on the bed until his head was at the
|
|
base and hers still towards the head. Then he grabbed her ankles
|
|
and started pulling her spread legs towards him as he forced his big
|
|
toe into her cunt.
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|
|
"AHHEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOO!" , she managed to cry out before breaking
|
|
down into screams and head trashing attempts at getting away from
|
|
the pressure growing between her legs. It took him awhile but
|
|
eventually he managed to get his whole foot inside of her.
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|
|
"This adds a whole new meaning to the term "footwear", don't
|
|
it bitch!?"
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|
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She couldn't hear him. She was either blacked out or
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|
too numb to feel or do anything.
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|
|
I was getting impatient now. All he had to do was. . .
|
|
Had to wait for the right momment. . . come on.
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|
|
|
He turned her over and was working on fucking her up the ass
|
|
when I finally saw my oppurtunity. She had tried to drag
|
|
herself over the edge of the bed, and while throwing her
|
|
back, she ended up on top of him, face up. He was playing with
|
|
her tits in one hand while screwing his cock up her ass when I
|
|
grasped my own cock in hand. It was thicker than ever before,
|
|
long, hard and hot. I started milking it in time to the moans on
|
|
the bed as I waited for my turn. Had to have a nice cock aching
|
|
bonner before starting the ritual. . .
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|
|
"Got your hands full, eh Kaljel?", I asked in a friendly joking
|
|
tone as I squated down over the pair. The wild look in his
|
|
eyes grew as he reached towards where he had left his staff.
|
|
I was ontop of Jenny now, who was atop Kaljel, getting the ass
|
|
fucking of her life. I guided my cock into her gaping pink pusy
|
|
as I brought the jar of potion over her mouth.
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|
|
|
Kaljel began to realise what I was up to and started to struggle,
|
|
but he was on his back, without any leverage and there was about
|
|
300 pounds of weight ontop of him. "Drink it!", I screamed at
|
|
the stupid bitch. Could she not comprehend? This was but one
|
|
step in a very important ritual.
|
|
|
|
I started the most sacred chant,
|
|
|
|
"Let our within be their without....",
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|
|
|
"No! No!", Kaljel screamed in a frenzy of horror and fear.
|
|
|
|
"Let our within be their without....",
|
|
|
|
I'd have to rely on chance then. Would just have to hope she had some of
|
|
the stuff in her belly, as I . . . ARRRRGH!
|
|
|
|
Kaljel cried one last time, "No! N-"
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|
|
|
"Let our within be their without....",
|
|
|
|
I rose up a little, my cock still within her and brought the point
|
|
of the polstren staff, that magnificent tool of the Order, down
|
|
upon Jenny's chest with all my might. There was a hollow thumping
|
|
sound as it drove down through her flesh and into Kaljel's
|
|
helpless body. Potion was running down from her mouth all over
|
|
him and I realised that it probably didn't matter if she had
|
|
consumed some or not.
|
|
|
|
"Let our within be their without....",
|
|
|
|
I held onto the staff with both hands as I thrusted into Jenny's
|
|
lifeless body. The potion in her gaping mouth rose and fell
|
|
as I slid my meat in and out of her. The feeling of pleasure and
|
|
control were unimaginable. They were not natural feelings of
|
|
course, and happily so. Because otherwise every prude in every
|
|
town would be a master.
|
|
|
|
"Let our within be their without....",
|
|
|
|
Kaljel managed to gurgle, "I'm sorry. . . master", as blood and
|
|
potion ran from his nose. I twisted the staf about a few times,
|
|
this way and that just to be sure there'd be no more interruptions.
|
|
|
|
"Let our within be their without....",
|
|
|
|
The staff began to glow a light golden hue as Jenny's body did a little
|
|
death jig. I kept on fucking as my body began to feel warmer and warmer.
|
|
And finally as I came in long hot ribons her eye's popped open, given me
|
|
a mild shock. Perhaps a nerve got rubbed the wrong way somewhere in
|
|
her cunt. She was dead, afterall.
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|
-oOo-
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|
|
Chapter 9
|
|
|
|
After taking a shower and putting on some new duds, I doused the bed
|
|
with gasoline. Being careful to get it nice and damp. Then I went
|
|
out into the hallway, closed the door. It wasn't too much trouble to
|
|
turn the gas furnace up to maximum and blow out the pilot light.
|
|
|
|
Lastly, I placed a call to the company president.
|
|
|
|
"Hello?", the voice on the other end asked impatiently.
|
|
|
|
"This is Ron. . .", I said in a tense angry voice.
|
|
|
|
"I'm going to kill myself if you don't send George over here right now!"
|
|
|
|
"George? George who? You don't mean that fat bastard that works in
|
|
security?", he laughed uneasily.
|
|
|
|
"Send him now. Or I swear I'll kill myself!", I screamed.
|
|
|
|
I walked a few blocks away to where my mustang was and climbed in.
|
|
It had been dark now and the whole interior was quite fridgid.
|
|
|
|
Finally after what seemed like an eternity the fat slob drove up
|
|
in his rent-a-cop patrol car. He had brought several buddies too.
|
|
Did I ask him to bring freinds? Jeeez. No matter. Let someone
|
|
else sort out who should've been there, I thought as I pressed
|
|
the button on the garage door remote.
|
|
|
|
After a short pause the whole house seemed to explode into
|
|
trillions of tiny match sticks. An instant later a great
|
|
fireball was rising above the neighborhood. The reflection
|
|
of the firestorm in the still standing pool water was almost
|
|
as good as the main show.
|
|
|
|
I'd gotten out with the staff, the clothes on my back and
|
|
. . . Ah yes. I didn't forget the bronze gauntlets.
|
|
Little wrist guard with pictures of the celestial stairs
|
|
engraved. And how many levels did this make. . . .
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