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Skills – Back Against the Wall

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When Miss Ashley Dithers asked me to fix her computer I was all for it. We set a time and day and I was all set for a few hours of matching wits with spammers and data miners. I packed up a nice, fairly standard set of programs and pieces of hardware and headed to her place, a quiet section of town I'd always avoided because it was so quiet.

I also avoided the place because of the security measures employed by damn near every home owner in the neighborhood. If you looked at the statistics a black male will be pulled over by the cops if he stays there for more than ten minutes... and it takes fifteen to walk through the place. Fortunately I have transportation and a Reason to be there.

Her home wasn't quite fabulous, though there was certainly attention paid to appearances. The lawn was perfectly manicured. The flower bed was vacant, but even so it was well maintained. Out of habit I let my eyes scan for the visible cameras and spotted six!!

I hesitated. After shaking bad Thoughts from my head I exited my car, picked up my backpack and tool case and headed for the front door. Ashley answered the doorbell wearing a pink sweatshirt and matching jogging pants. On her feet was a pair of slip on designer shoes... also pink. I don't like pink, but on her it was not only acceptable... she looked good. Better than when I normally saw her; the perfectly starched and creased business suits always made her look anal retentive. Probably a good thing; bank managers have to be a bit stiff.

Inside the placed was in transition. From the rumor mill I'd heard about her recent divorce... with recent being a relative term. Given the somewhat ease of the comments I placed the divorce at no less than six months. The living room was filled with an assortment of boxes and new furniture. She asked that I pardon the mess. I chuckled softly and asked how things were going.

Just making general chat is easy... only when I know I'm being watched. And it wasn't just her gray-blue eyes on my body that had me on edge; the place felt like it was under scrutiny. Once inside her bedroom I took a moment to really look around.

"You feel it too? Like you're being watched?" That settled it. Though I jokingly said it was because of the security in the neighborhood I made it a point to quietly place several monitor programs on her computer.

I'd noticed that instead of a modem her tower was plugged into the wall. Nice and convenient if you plan on staying... or snooping. As I started my examination I came to admire Ashley; she was pretty good at hiding her sensitive stuff. Nowhere near my league, but her efforts would keep someone from simply opening her private files and uploading them anywhere with less than a thought and three mouse-clicks.

However... as I was about to load an anti-viri/spyware program one of my alarm programs beeped a message. Ashley asked if something was wrong and I quickly and smoothly dismissed it as a standard alert. But it was nothing of the sort; someone already had backdoor access to her computer. My program could easily kill their access... but I chose Plan B: Spy-vs.-Spy. I finished my work... all of it... while keeping Ashley occupied with idle chatter about the really mundane things that everyone knows.

I also gave her a demonstration of what I'd done. This was not because she needed it; I needed to buy enough time to activate the white noise generator in my backpack. I gave it five seconds to kick in... then told Ashley what I'd discovered and what I'd done. I also told her I wanted to make sure there weren't any camera's inside the house... those small, micro-mini fuckers that can be easily tucked away.

* * * *

The only hard part was shaking the feeling that Ashley would let something slip. I was jazzed at the possibility of busting her ex-hubby for trying to gain some form of leverage against her. Yet... the way she seemed to utterly... cool... bothered me.

What I discovered about the back door was sobering, but also very childish. The program gave the snoop complete viewing pleasure from the array of secret cameras hidden in every room in the place... including the bathroom. I also discovered that the door was hidden. Just hidden.

See... if you hide something you inevitably leave clues as to where it is. What was not on her computer... and I checked three times... was a program to warn the snoop when the gig was up. Arrogant; just what one would expect from a hubby. He even had a bonus; Ashley got the house. Since she didn't know, all he had to do was modify the program a bit... if at all. Even before I started prepping to trace the lines I figured he had at least one connection to his terminal in his law office and another at his new doss... probably in his personal office.

It took some time to get things just as I wanted them. Fortunately I was able to ghost a massive drive to a replay function. Just the thing for recording her going about her usual ritual. I timed the loop perfectly; Ashley was online waiting for me.

* * * *

Is it him?

Checking... I glanced at the second monitor and smiled briefly. Talk about arrogant; he had a similar masking routine on the computers I'd predicted. Similar... but a bit outdated when compared to the stuff on Ashley's computer. Confirmed.

Figures. Are there cameras as well?

Confirmed.

Show me.

Negative; action not recommended.

I... see. Thank you.

If I was a bit bothered before I was paranoid now. I'd spoken in my usual clipped Shadow-Speak. It's not something normal people deal with easily. Ashley broke our chat session. Via the main monitor I was able to watch her prepare for bed. Now... knowing you have eyeballs in the home, you'd think she'd take care to not get undressed in any light source. Not her; she moved as if there was nothing wrong. I wasn't sure if I should be happy... or terrified.

She didn't go into the bathroom... and I was glad. I wasn't sure, but judging from the camera angle on one of the mini-screens hubby had a thing for watching her pee. I was just surprised he didn't have one tied into the toilet proper... to watch No. 2; he's a sick fucker. Sick... but damn good at installing the cameras. I knew where they were because I'd pulled up a 3-D layout of her place. Don't ask; I'd have to kill you.

There was not one corner of that place we could not view. Well... beneath the bed, but unless you can teleport he'll see you. The microphones were a bit harder to place, but I wasn't too worried about them. They fed their input into her computer before shipping them his way... or wherever I chose to ship them. So... after about one hour of watching Ashley sleep in one position I looped the track, fed it his way... and commanded her computer to start playing happy hardcore.

Are we secure?

Yes...

Thank you. I was getting a bit tired of the cloak and dagger stuff.

*chuckles* Sorry... old habits die hard. Speaking of which... you played your part well.

I've been married to a lawyer for twenty-five years. Long enough to have picked up more than a few useful tricks; that put my mind at ease... slightly. If she was good enough to almost hold her own against him I had to be very careful.

He even has a camera in the bathroom... aimed just right to watch you...pee.

I see. Well... I think I can take it from here. How much do I owe you for everything?

The computer repair is $25 as we agreed on before all of this. The rest... call it me being me.

Actually... I was thinking about something more... tangible.

My stomach fell. I almost broke the connection, but instead typed: Ma'am... I know this is gonna sound strange... but I'd rather not get involved with anything like that.

You would be doing me a big favor. I always make due on my favors.

Bank manager married to shady lawyer with shadier habits and fetishes... and into their divorce walks... me.

Listening...

We are divorced because I caught him cheating on me with his secretary... and he got the dumb cunt pregnant. But the real truth as to why he cheated... was because I refused to give in to his fetishes. I was not one of his club-sluts.

In the twenty-five years... I gave him oral sex only one and denied him anal. I offer both to you... along with something I absolutely refused to allow: me in bondage.

* * * *

Still here. Processing.

Yeah... processing a shitload of legal problems if I even gave serious consideration to this scheme. And I did. I could easily spoof her ex-hubby's system long enough for a quickie. A full blown BDSM session would be a challenge... and that was tempting in its own right. The challenge... not the Session. Ashley's attractive; she's definitely MILF worthy. But tied up in leather and such? Nope. I pondered trying to haggle... but she dealt with his sorry ass and people trying to duck loan payments or wiggle more while paying squat.

Then... there was the favor. I mean... after all of the sex and funky memories, that had better be seriously big ju-ju.

Suddenly... inspiration. Pause: does he have video of you in the house?

Interesting. Can you find out?

If they are on a connected terminal, yes. If not... things were well beyond my skill set.

Proceed. Shit.

I don't know why I did it. Sleazing through his security measures was less than a thought. I covered my tracks perfectly... and found what I was looking for. He actually had a schedule up. I snatched it and sent a copy to Ashley.

Can you assist?

Negative.

I waited. Then she typed: Can you see me now?

I activated the monitor. Ashley sat in her executive's chair... her legs draped over the arms. The web camera gave a fairly good view... and yes he actually had that camera in his arsenal as well.

"You really are serious... aren't you." Her hands froze. The gentle squishing that I'd filtered out now drifted through my room... distracting me.

"You can hear..."

"Everything," I chuckled. "Sorry; I've been blocking the sound as well. And I don't snoop."

"No; you wouldn't."

"So... why did you ask me?"

"Because you've always been nice to me, even when I denied your car loan." Shit... she remembered that?!?!?

"Then there's the fact that no one at the bank knows anything about your social life. You are quite handsome." She was warming up... in more ways than conversation. I switched off the monitor... after several long seconds. Great... I've been Meat to her for... what... six years?

"Thanks. But I'd feel a shitload better if he wasn't even in the picture." Understatement.

"So you accept. Good." What? WAIT!!!

"Hold on!! Before we get into that... I don't know if he's got hard copies out and about."

"Leave that to me. I just need you to make sure his eyes stay open and fixed here."

As if the planning wasn't strange enough... she was still masturbating. Probably thought I was still watching her. I listened to the sounds of her rising arousal... and was tempted to take a peek.

"How can I contact you when I am ready?"

I wanted to say, "Don't." But From the way her tone was set in stone I figured I was in too deep already. So I gave her a program that would remain undetected.

"Thank you. Good Night." Dismissed.

Like hell. I activated the monitor. One screen showed Ashley finishing her self love session. The center screen was Code. So far I'd been swamped by her cool demeanor. That was over; I didn't mean to get involved in this shit. But I will get out... hopefully with my ass still attached. First thing first... get up to speed on Ashley Dithers and her ex.

Information is Power. I let the predatory smile creep onto my face as I ran into my first firewall. Time to Work.

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Skills – Filtered Data

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"I just don't know..."

Funny hearing those words from him; you'd think he'd just give up and have the apple hit him on the head. He's good at gathering information but blows chunks when putting it together. Actually... he's not bad. But until he gets over Bethany dumping him he won't.

He still believes it's because of something he did. If he did anything... it was being the Perfect Mate. Kind. Caring. Attentive to the smallest detail. Respectful to a damn fault. Funny that this Ashley broad chose blackmail; ask him and he'll do it. It's one of the main reasons I decided to help... tossing in a freebie in the bargain. Naturally he was suspicious; I NEVER give freebies.

We are not friends in the traditional sense. I met him in college. Even then his skills in the Matrix were legendary... as was the fact that he'd never been busted. I helped him through the Bethany thing... and kept the Truth from him. He still doesn't know.

It's not pity either; he's had his share of Good and Bad Times. Besides... I don't think I'm capable of that emotion. No... I gave him a freebie because of something he didn't do: keep tabs on her or help her select Moments when she could safely do the nasty beneath ex-hubby's prying eyeballs. Perfect gentleman... even when he's being blackmailed; the guy's a Do-Gooder if they ever existed.

What good is a lone Hero?

* * * *

What I discovered was quite a tale indeed. The video files were not only sex flicks, but tossed into the mix were several business related files. I know very little about the machinations lawyers employ but he seemed almost legit. I even give him marks for asking Ashley for the wild side of sex he snuck out to enjoy.

Her dismissal is what interested me... and him. It was short, curt, and any pushing on his part got him so much ice. His paranoia got the best of him and we have Snoop Vision Extreme. If I were him I'd wonder if she wasn't getting some action on the side as well.

Of course... he got addicted to watching. It gave him a power that was intoxicating and addictive. From there... it was only a matter of Time and Luck. I still do not have a clue what tipped Ashley off. On the surface it looks like just a random coincidence. But Gooder doesn't buy it... and I trust his instincts. Then there's the fact that she chose to remain in the house. Sure she had it designed and built to her specs. Maybe she was emotionally attached.

Now... the divorce wasn't messy but it could have been much easier on him had the girl in question not known about at least two others in his rotation. That caught him off guard... according to the video file of the trial. Yeah... I would think the same thing: not a very good idea from either one. So... why did Ashley insist? And why did he agree? THAT one I could almost tag to his ego... but her take tends to add to the uneasy queasy in my stomach.

* * * *

Digging into her background was easier than I expected... once I found the Key.

Ashley Dithers... 54 years old. Divorced at age 53. Married twenty-five years. And the trail suddenly ends at age 24... where the first mention of her is a bank account in her name. Suspicious... but these day it's nothing uncommon. Nor are the methods of finding out just what happened before she turned twenty-four.

Turns out all she did was change the spelling of her first name and drop the last. Not fancy, but effective enough to dodge her incarcerated ex-lover. He's the reason she won't do the BDSM scene; he walked in the circles that many claim don't exist. I know they do; I've pulled three Subs from masters who went too far. This guy had a Stable and regularly pimped them at local bars and other popular venues, where looking to score with 'shadowy-elements' was a sport.

So she made good when she got away; that put a smile on my face... for a split second. Those who manage to escape on their own can usually be counted on for predatory actions: strike first and last. While it wasn't outright blackmail, her past definitely had a hand in how she dealt with Gooder.

There was one thing; Ashley got a call from someone in the town where she escaped the jail-bird. It was the only time she left one of Gooder's Visible Trails of Invisibility. One saving grace: it happened before the troubles began with her ex-husband. Even so, she moved with a shitload of stealth; Ashley even rented a car under an assumed name.

She went out of her way to visit a woman. Jill Moore... one of her fellow Pets; Jill wanted to stay in town and make a life for herself. Too bad many in the town were somewhat unwilling to forget what she'd been forced to do... or let her forget. Ashley helped get her out of town... just days before the creep was released.

She spent her entire marriage looking over her shoulder... wondering if he'd gotten to Jill... or was trying to find her. Ashley's testimony was crucial in putting him in jail... and for the severity of the sentence if you believe his jail-house confession/rant. She can rest easy; bad drug deal plus trigger happy rookie cop equals dead scumbag. But... I don't think she knows. If I'm right... just taking a look there would scare her senseless.

Unless she could test herself first. Enter : Do-Gooder.

* * * *

I explained my plan carefully. He listened without asking any questions... something I wish my students would consider attempting once in a purple moon.

First... help her get free from ex-hubby. That part was tricky since exposing his spy system might just drag this into the Media spotlight. He'd want to avoid it... and she's probably trying her best to fight off Flashbacks. I asked Gooder if he could take a look at when Ex-hubby was on an extended leave from both terminals... and suggested Ashley take a similar vacation. From there... it was on Gooder.

Next... what to do about Ashley's compensation offer. He wanted to reject it out of hand. And I have to admit that a Hero would turn it down in an instant... and Gooder is a Hero.

But the offer didn't make any sense to me... especially after the tidbits I'd gathered about her past. If she intended to screw him... figuratively speaking... then it was pointless. Just ask him and he'll do it... the Eternal Good Guy Code he lives. If she's been studying him for six years she should know this. He says fear is her motivation. Fear of what?

No... there is something to her request... and the only way to find out is to take her up on it.

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Skills - Assets

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I sat in front of my monitors... all dead and black. Ol' Man Scratch was right... as always; it didn't make any sense. Why would someone with a bad stretch of abuse from a Significant Other entertain even one BDSM Session... when she denied another S.O. the same thing? Revenge? Sounds good... and I bought it... at first; now I'm not so sure.

There is also the memory of her masturbating during my Shadow Session I provided. Maybe it was sexual frustration, but she didn't stop when she knew I was looking. I even checked the video file; she didn't stop until it was almost time to Return to Normal.

In three hours I was going to signal Ashley and arrange for another Shadow Session. Not because I wanted to watch her masturbate; I had questions. I also had a plan... thanks to Scratch. Three hours.

I used the time to ask myself some serious questions about accepting the sexual activities as Payment. First... it made me feel like a cheap whore. I don't mind money for work; even favors have their uses. But sex as payment never really set well with me, and I've seen it more times than I care to remember. Second... if Scratch is right about her past the Bondage thing simply doesn't make sense. I'd think she'd want to avoid that at all costs.
There I had to agree with something Scratch likes to say about me. "People like Good Guys; they make great guinea pigs and doormats." Ashley was probably counting on my uneasy feeling... and that makes her offer of BDSM the Counter-Balance: the Bargaining Point I'll dismiss... or seek to swap for something else.

With two hours left I got a call... from Scratch. He asked what her profession was. I told him... and the old man just hummed quietly.

"Good reason not to use finances as payment; he's probably got that scoped six ways plus. I did some digging... and came up with something you might find... useful."

The quiet beep; I activated the main monitor and opened the email file. Inside there were several links to web sites... and a simple message: Variations on the Theme.

* * * *

Time. Ashley had just gotten home from work. Ex hubby was still boinking his secretary... the one who replaced the pregnant bimbo... and was scheduled to have a dinner with a client at 19:00. Figure one hour twenty minutes minimum... that left about three hours of Shadow. Plenty of time to quickly tell her that I had a plan to get her out from under his prying eyes with minimum exposure. I was still working on getting the cameras removed... and as I told her she said, "Don't."

I paused. I was about to ask her why when she began disrobing.

"Is it because I'm younger that you?"

"No. Because I trust you."

"Then why blackmail me into having sex with you. Why the pressure?"

She lowered her head... probably to keep her face from sight. Too bad her ex-hubby was good at camera placement; I had a perfect view... of her sadly surprised expression as she said, "Because you're a nice guy."

And nice guys don't go for Older Women. Especially one with a past... or so she thinks. Is she attractive? Definitely. I reached to turn off the monitor; she was down to her bra... and sheer black hose.

Check the descriptor 'attractive'; at that Moment she looked... delicious.

"Exquisite," I breathed. Ashley stopped. I cursed myself for not silencing my mic.

"You're watching me."

"It doesn't bother you... why."

"I answered that question; it's not like you to..."

"Ok. I agree... to everything. Including the bondage... but there's a catch: My Rules."

I was shaking; when that happens I'm definitely doing something I tend to consider reckless. Ashley remained motionless; my stomach dropped.

"And those rules are...?"

"You'll get them when this is over."

"I see."

I expected her to... well... cover up. I did not expect to see her get naked, enter the shower... and finger herself to five orgasms... muttering my name quietly on several occasions. I wasn't exactly watching her during the Shadow Session; most of my time was spent going over the filed Scratch suggested.

I also made sure that Ex-hubby's planned trip was scheduled and confirmed. I smiled quietly at his destination: New Orleans. Tourist Season would just be starting up... and so would the Service Industry. All of them... including the strip clubs; he'd at least get the fresh offerings of the Season. One week... three months away. I glanced at the file Scratch sent my way... and began reading.

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T – minus one Month

It took me one month to finalize the plans. It took Scratch three hours to find every hole I'd left and another two to come up with a counter-plan that really had me wondering just what skill set a Professional Chef with one year of college should have. The rest of my time was spent pouring over the sites he'd sent my way.

They were mostly online Journals. One was particularly interesting and not just because of the contents. It was because of that site that I started piecing together parts that... well... seemed to fit.

I also got to know the locations of her cameras... even incorporating a layout of her place with a favorite first person shooter... given my height and all of those mundane measurements for the Hero's view. That allowed me to get a clear view of what he was looking at... and hints as to what he was looking for.

Take the bathroom. One camera... and only one camera, was capable of actually filming her private parts urinating. It gave a sickening view of No.2 as well... which had me wondering if he had a Potty Fetish. And it was the only camera with a specific view of the genital region. The bedrooms all had multiple cameras... but they were not specifically aimed at crotch level. There wasn't even a camera tucked away to see if Ashley was double-clicking her clit... only the bathroom had such a camera.

Why?

With thirty days to go... I decided it was time to leave the house. Go for a walk. Exercise my stiff muscles... and think about what I was going to do next. Once Ashley was free and clear there was only Honor holding her to her word. If she reneged I'd be free and clear. I most certainly wouldn't bring the issue up... though I was seriously considering changing where I did my banking. I hadn't moved my accounts because I had a feeling she was watching them.

Two weeks left to go... and I was no closer to figuring out the real problem: why I was willing to go through with it. I'd come to terms with her being MILF. I even convinced myself that what she said was the Truth... or as much as she was willing to share. I was no closer to discovering why she would return to the Bondage theme after what went down in her Past, but I couldn't shake something I'd read:

It is because she Trusts me not to hurt her that I wield the Whip.

It sounded like utter bullshit... but I couldn't shake the feeling that it had Meaning... and that I was missing something. After all... it wasn't like we spoke regularly. I was just one customer at her bank. Right? I took a look at myself in the one mirror in the entire place... tucked away in a corner of my closet.

"Nothing special here," I exhaled quietly.

Because... you Look like a Do-Gooder. That's what Scratch said when he gave me that Name. Bethany said I was unremarkable... except for my Mind. The instant I remembered her I braced for the waves of regret and other depression-based emotions.

I waited. And Waited. My gaze slid over my jogging suit. Nothing special there... so what did Ashley See? Someone she trusted with a part of her Past. Something she denied her husband... and still denies the creep. But the instant she sees a chance to get free... with the help of someone she apparently Trust on Instinct... she's more than willing to share. Why? That's where my pseudo-code glitches every time.

* * * *

Three days to go... and Scratch asks for a Face-to-Face. Not unusual, but I do find it strange. He lives in New Orleans, so for him to ask for a meet means one of us is traveling. This time it was him... and he suggested that we take dinner at Frankie's Place.

I love Italian food... the good stuff, not the canned crud chock full of engineered chemical what-nots. The place was way out of my price range, but his Chef title got us a comped meal.

"Guess who got caught in baby-Mama Drama?" he chuckled.

"No way..."

"Seems he was so busy watching his new ex-wife he just swept the pregnant secretary under the rug. Tossed her a few bills to shut her up and problem solved... only it didn't work. She's asking for more money... threatening to reveal yada-yada-yada."

"His reply?"

"Typical legal speak; they're going to court. Seems she asked that his computer be checked for... personal video files."

I chuckled softly. "Serves him right. Though he'll hide his outside activities."

"He's already on it. His home is neat and orderly. And that server you hacked is no longer there... physically. Seems her lawyer has a brother who is a wiz at the stuff. Probably your equal." I scoffed at that... out of Professional Pride. Scratch smiled, a bright laughter touching his dark eyes.

"Laugh if you want, but this guy has something you don't: three cases solved directly because of evidence he found... stuff someone thought was well hidden." All the better for me actually.

"So it will be some time before he sets up shop. Plenty of time to remove the hardware from Ashley's place."

"But she wants it to stay there."

"So long as you're the one holding the controls. Speaking of which... there's someone I'd like for you to meet."

"About?" I asked around a mouth full of garlic bread.

"I know you're gonna go through with it. I figured you'd want another opinion on the Subject Matter."

"It's not like you to bring in an outsider," I said slowly.

"True," he quipped before taking a sip of the white wine. "However... this person isn't a stranger. I know them personally... and you've become a fan."

"Interesting... but your timing is off. Two day..."

"Actually... you're running late. Seems he decided to leave early. Nice cover story actually... if it plays out. Someone breaks into his place..."

"And makes off with money, some other stuff and his computers. Nice. Being a lawyer he's probably got a few clients on tap."

"Looks like you've become quite the detective Gooder."

"Give me computers and hardware any day. And I still haven't agreed to meet your friend."

"They are Pack."

* * * *

Under any other circumstance I'd stand up and leave after his suggestion. Once he claimed them as Pack, things changed; Pack means something to Ol' Man Scratch. Closer than Blood Family, Packmates are treasured beyond anything. I'm Pack... so according to his philosophy I should trust this person... because he does.

I'm willing to give them a shot, but I don't know about trust. When I said so Scratch asked me to enjoy my meal... then we'd head out for drinks. I know all of the local bars and not one of them suited his paranoia.

It wasn't a bar... not exactly. The place is well known in town... mainly because the owner is an utter recluse. Since he moved in no one outside of the groundskeeper, the mailman and meter reader have ever been to the building; no one in town has been inside. So I was surprised when Scratch pulled up to the front door. I was even more surprised to see a half naked female approach from the door's enclave.

"So..."

I watched as the car pulled away. Scratch remained silent, smoothing his duster casually as we stood in front of a solid mass of obsidian. When it opened by sliding to one side I admit to being impressed. Then I saw the highly attractive... highly naked female... standing at the entrance.

"Please follow me; you are expected."

"Gooder... may I introduce a Packmate. Smoke... this is Gooder."

"Step quietly," the older man said. I bowed respectfully before replying.

"Night Protect the Pack. I am honored to be in your home."

"This? This is only a building... nothing more. I take it you are not familiar with the Lifestyle on a personal level."

"Lifestyle?"

"Bondage Gooder; for some it's more than a one-shot sex round or a way to spice up the dullness."

"For some... it is a choice. Once that choice is made... they follow it."

"I see." Not really true; I was thinking about Ashley. She never had a choice.

"Then I must ask... why are you interested?"

"It's... complicated."

"Indeed. I gathered that because Scratch is here. Please... have a seat. If you like... I'd like to hear more about your situation."

I explained as much as I felt comfortable with. Scratch remained silent. Smoke... just listened. I left out the part where I'd edited some of his works into my own piece. When I finished he said, "You are right to seek help. You are also right in wondering why she would return to bondage. Revenge has not been her Way since her escape."

"And you know this how?"

"Smoke is better than I am when it comes to reading between the Lines. He's... got a Gift." Scratch had amusement in his words... and his gaze lingered on the older man... who sat perfectly motionless.

"She has studied you for six years... this much you know. What do you not know is what she discovered. And yet... she did not lie to you. She does indeed Trust you. Remember back to when you first viewed her masturbating. Were you watching her all of the time?"

"No. I... think I was checking on something."

"Indeed... you were doing your best to help her. It never crossed your mind to take advantage of her ex-husband's exploitation and violation."

"Do-Gooder," Scratch chuckled.

"The kind of Soul one expects to help drag you from whatever mess you're in. The kind of person who will Listen and not Judge.

"After all... you're still looking for a way to accept her offer Honorably. That... is something I admire greatly. If I may... you are just entering your thirties... right?" He chuckled at my surprised expression.

"Like I said," sighed Scratch.

"I do have a suggestion. It may be of some help. It may be shit. Who can say; are you interested in that Knowledge?"

"Yes. But I'll get it on my own. If you're anything like Scratch I'm lost."

"He was a fine Student... and is an excellent Soul. However... I'm offering you an option. Mindy..."

I turned when I saw someone peel away from one of the many dark areas in Smoke's home office. I expected her to be naked. Instead she wore a white blouse, black shirt... and sheer black stockings.

"Yes... she does have excellent legs. This is Mindy... my Secretary. She..."

"I... know. I've read some of your works. I do not see how a... Servant..."

"No. She is my Secretary. I deleted most of those Tales some time ago. Since you haven't seen them... I will offer her Services to you."

I started to rise. As I did he said, "This is not some sex toy I give you to practice your horizontal shuffle Young Man. Mindy is a Trusted Soul. She is part of My Pack."

I sat slowly. His voice didn't increase its volume... it just held a very deadly edge that actually had me worried I'd seriously made a mistake. I caught sight of Scratch... who was eyeballing me with that measured gaze he loves so much.

"What prompted you to stand?"

"Just not used to people being used as pawns against their will."

"And who says she is here against her will? Oh yes... the Lifestyle."

"She's gonna teach you about the Lifestyle Gooder... or at least one aspect. One I think you'll find... useful."

"Three days. Crash course in Tying a Woman 101 and 102."

"I have other... assets... for that particular case. Trust me; Scratch wouldn't bring you here if he wasn't totally convinced you would benefit. And Mindy will definitely be an asset... if you are a fast learner."

* * * *

"I'm going out on a serious limb Scratch. I mean... what am I supposed to do with her?"

"For starters... you can release her from Smoke's command."

"OK... I release you from his command Mindy."

"That's cheating," she quickly replied. I was amazed at the tone of her voice; she was actually pissed.

"Yes it is. Gooder knows squat about the Lifestyle. I refuse to let him go in without proper ammo."

"Always the soldier," she purred.

"Always thinking sis."

Thank God it was a nick-name; Mindy is white.

"So this is the famous Do-Gooder I've heard about. I expected a bit more bright-eyed enthusiasm from him. He's got the Eyes."

"Excuse me... the Eyes?"

"You see more than most. You see Truths hidden behind Lies."

"Enough with the Wicca Mind Speak sis; he needs a crash course in the subtle side of the Lifestyle and I need you to get him up to speed."

"Wait... so all of that with Smoke..."

"Was very real and very necessary. Though I admit... you pushed things by standing up. Sir does not take kindly to such things." Her voice softened when speaking about Smoke.

"Gooder was safe; he got up because he felt offended and slighted by the offer... like any Do-Gooder should. Protocol be damned... he won't go back on his Code of Honor... any more than Smoke would."

He had me there. "So... now that I am in control..."

"It still bothers you that I am at your beck and call?"

"I don't understand. I mean... you're there willingly?" She nodded. "Why?"

"That is a long and complicated story."

"Figures," I sighed. "Then tell me... what am I supposed to learn from you? Mind... I've got three days..."

"Hold it." Scratch fumbled in his pockets... once he found his cell I watched as his face slid into Biz Mode.

"Gooder... we need to get you back home. Now. Someone tried to torch Ashley's home."

"Is she OK?" I asked excitedly.

"She's fine. Only time those paranoid rich cunts ever helped anyone. Sis?"

"You know where to find me. Be Safe Do-Gooder."

* * * *

"Who was that on your cell?"

"And old friend on the fire department. He called to cancel our breakfast; this place doesn't get arsonists often. If the news gets hold of it... and I'm fairly sure they will... it will be a circus soon.

"And everyone loves a circus... especially nosy fuckers. Once that happens there will definitely be people asking questions..."

And if they asked the right questions I'd come up. After all... I was seen there. Only once mind you, but it would be enough contact that her ex-hubby... who was probably responsible but the proof was still forthcoming... if ever... would want to ask me questions. After all... I'd been on her computer. I couldn't really hide how much I knew... and that just might tempt his sorry ass into trying to co-opt me into some scheme.

"He's the prime suspect... right?"

"Typically they go for close relatives... yeah. His trip to New Orleans is definitely cancelled... unless he runs or stumbles into something bad."

"Think you can keep an eye on this? I mean... I know you're leaving..."

"Relax; I've got you covered Gooder."

"Is Mindy..."

"By adoption. My parents adopted her when she was six."

"Oh. I..."

"Still trying not to offend anyone. You need to fix that problem. You won't of course."

"Probably not," I chuckled.

"Smoke seems like a nice guy. He's a bit... cold."

"Yeah. But like you he won't lie. I asked if he'd let you talk to Mindy... the rest was his improvised routine. I was as shocked as you were."

"Did it piss you off? I mean... she is your sister."

"No... it didn't." He was amused. "After the shock wore off I figured he was right. See... because he gave you her services... she's Bound to your Will."

"Gee..."

"Look at how you talk to me. Open. Honest. No B.S. and even less pussy-footing. Believe me when I say that Mindy would rather not hurt someone's feelings. She's got a very bad habit of doing it." His words dripped venom.

"Well... with her services at your Command... that means she obeys you. Yes I cheated when I told you to release her from his Command. In doing so she's Bound by your Rules. Your Will. Your Instinct."

"And I'm a Do-Gooder. First thing I did was give her back her Free Will... for the duration of her service."

"Exactly. She can Shoot with me easily. She'll do her level best to be mindful of your emotions... but the instant she gets that computer cold you favor she'll cut loose."

"And... if she were under Smoke's Command?"

"She becomes his Secretary. You would eventually figure that out."

Yeah... MAYBE!!! If I had a week... maybe I'd be able to figure that out in time to get something useful from her. So...

"Thanks for the hand. I just..."

"Forget it. Actually... you should thank Smoke. Remember... she's Family."

I smiled... then Thoughts of Ashley filled my head.

"What do you think went down?"

"Do you want the paranoid list... or the really Dark Thoughts."

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Skills – Code Outline

~~~~~~~~

Scratch knows people; it really was a media circus. Reporters were everywhere. They asked questions. They poked their cameras everywhere. I kept my eyes glued to the news as well as online blurbs.

I was looking for cameras... his cameras. Mindy helped; her career is in video... so I was fortunate to have her there. She dove into her job eagerly. I admit... having someone live with me was oddly satisfying. I just wish the situation was different. The news kept after her ex-husband and he kept insisting it wasn't his doing.
I believed him. He has access to arsonists; Ashley's attacker seemed to follow the news story: he got pissed because she denied his loan. Everything fit... even the holes in the would-be arsonist's alibi.

Even so, the media spotlight was enough to keep him occupied and giving serious consideration to swaying Ashley to move... so he could be free and clear to buy the place quietly and have the cameras removed during remodeling. That was Mindy's take on things. While I wasn't sure she had Scratch's insight her words held a certain solid logic to them.

"He's good. I can't find any of the inside cameras from the news footage. Though they may have more stashed in their vaults somewhere."

"Good. That means he'll have the same issue unless he knows where to look and gets overly paranoid."

"Not likely; he's a successful lawyer. If he doesn't cover his tracks he stays broke."

"And you know this how?"

"Dated a law student in college."

* * * *

Women Always Know. My father told me that and I never really believed him. Good guessers I'd give them but I seriously doubted that pithy statement. Not because I'm a sexist pig or anything; people are just too complicated... even the stupid ones.

People are also strange. Mindy liked working naked. She likes walking around the place equally naked, though she has taken to wearing a black kimono when puttering around. I am not a prude!! It's highly distracting to have a forty-three year old stunning dark-haired beauty prance around butt naked. When I asked her why the reply was just as shocking.

"I like masturbating."

"Well I haven't seen you do it."

"That is because I do not know the Laws of your Home. I only know that you request I wear something while walking around."

The Laws of the Home: just one of the Lessons I was learning during her stay. It took me two nights to formulate them into something cohesive enough to pass her scrutiny. It was also very awkward; I'd never given much Thought to how someone should behave in my place. I just winged things... and the Lifestyle was no place to ad-lib anything. Once that was done I was free to concentrate on Ashley.

She was behind a plethora of legal Stoics and snoops eager to find out if she had contact with... well... anyone worth the by-line. I examined her features... very professional with splashes of emotions tossed in to keep the press looking at her ex-husband. In her home she moved quietly, each step measured and paranoid.

"Do you think she'll put on a show for you?"

"Not while the press is there... including snoops looking for a juicy tidbit for their scream sheets. She'll be Miss Sweet and Public until the majority of the news crews leave... whenever that is."

"Three days already. I'd say they have two more before the trucks leave. That will leave only follow-ups from the local affiliates. When will you contact her?"

"That's a good question." I leaned back in my executive chair. That's when I saw one hand in Mindy's lap.

I wanted to look away, but forced myself to watch. Not her face... her hands; I'd never seen a woman masturbate up close and was curious about how she manipulated herself to orgasm. Strangely... I wasn't aroused. I watched as she approached her orgasm. I watched as she experienced it.

"Feel better?" I asked quietly.

"Somewhat. When I get into the Mood I usually keep going until I'm exhausted."

"And when you get into the Mood... Smoke does what?"

"That... depends. If I've earned the privilege he allows me to do as I wish. If I haven't..."

"You get punished." The words felt heavy on my tongue.

"Restrained so that I cannot touch myself."

"Beaten?"

"No." I was surprised... not only because of the lack of physical torment but because she sounded wistful.

"It's Human Touch. I...need to be touched. Held. It's difficult to explain... unless... Do you like cuddling?"

* * * *

It was an innocent Question. She couldn't know about Bethany... and I was not about to spill my guts. At that Moment I was flooded with beautiful memories of Bethany and me on Myrtle Beach... of her in my arms as we watched the sun set. It was the night before everything went wrong.

It was the last time I held anyone in my arms. I'd buried my parents. My younger sister was just exiting college in Connecticut. All I had was my skills online and the Suit... which kept me connected as well and separated.

"Why do you think she's going back to bondage? You have read her history?"

"Yes I have... and I cannot tell you why. I can tell you why I think she's willing to do it, but I'm not sure you're ready for the answer."

"Try me," I growled softly.

"She's willing to go back because of you. You've done everything a knight in shining armor is supposed to do... and for some Submissives... people like you are fantasies. You don't exist. If you accept the Bondage then you're just like every other Male in her life. Normalcy restored."

Damn. Just like that Mindy's opinion slid into place neat as you please... and I had the Feeling that her answer was as dead on as I was going to get without actually asking Ashley.

"So... by being me... being the Nice Guy..."

"You violate her sense of things. You didn't charge her for the extra things you did. You even made it clear you were doing them to help... you did everything right and in doing so..."

"That makes sense... but it's hard to swallow."

"The Truth often is."

She started playing with herself again... this time running her hands over her nipples. Now that I had a plausible answer to my question... what next? I'd already decided to go through with the thing. "Pity there isn't a hero's version to the Lifestyle."

"There... is..." Mindy breathed. Her tone went straight to my crotch; the boner sprang up so quickly it actually hurt!

"Stop that," I growled. Mindy gasped... but her hands slid to her side. I looked into her eyes.

She looked like a cross between a scolded puppy and a pissed kid standing in the corner. What I did not see was any sexual arousal. Not one glimmer echoed in her gaze... just that I've-been-bad look plastered on her face and stiffening her posture.

"What is this Hero's Version? You're here to help me through this... so help."

"He was right; you are a natural. That voice you used just then."

I thought about it. The only thing I heard in my voice was annoyance. I know she is a compulsive masturbator but I needed her head in the Game. I had to get ready... for Ashley.

"You are Scratch's sister. Honor dictates I don't lay a finger on you... so I won't. So you'll have to make do with your fingers only. I don't keep sex toys. Until the truck leave you are here to help me with getting through this."

"I understand," she said... with a submissive lilt that pleased me... and shifted my thoughts to my still hard penis. I willed the urge away; I still had to discover how to be a Hero and still go through with a bondage scene with Ashley.

"Now... begin at the beginning."

* * * *

"Greetings from the Big Easy!"

"HEY! I figured you'd call; Mindy's safe and back..."

"I know. I'm calling to see how you're doing."

"Better."

"You can always back out..."

"Not with my Honor in tack. Besides... Mindy says I need to do this."

"Really? That's not like her."

"Yeah. When I escorted her back home she told me: Learn everything you can about yourself. It will help you later."

"Nice. So... when is this going down?"

"Won't be long. Her ex-husband is in serious trouble with the cops snooping around his private life. It's only luck no one's found any of those sex tapes."

"Luck my eye; in order to keep them out of the news and courts he's destroyed the originals and the hardware. Too bad he didn't build the system himself... and the guy who installed the cameras is a burn-out meth addict running from the cops in Vegas."

"You've been busy," I chuckled.

"So has baby's mama. I just managed to get ahead of the private eyeball she placed to track who installed the outside security system. From there... it was just a matter of time before Ashley got wind of her activities."

And the data Scratch had somehow found its way into Ashley's hands; he is definitely not someone to cross.

"Oh... you may also wanna know that I let it slip that I was working for you."

"WHAT?!?!?"

"Relax. Mindy told me about your Version of things. I like it. Use everything at your fingertips for this one Gooder. And... trust me."

After my conversation I activated my monitors. Ashley was in the kitchen, still dressed for the court room or office.

* * * *

"Celebrating?"

"Alone... unless you care to join me."

"Think it's safe?"

"You tell me. Thank you by the way."

"Like I said... I want to help."

"I know... I'm sorry..."

"All is forgiven. But I still have my Word to honor... and you have payment to render."

Devoid of Emotion the Human Voice is a terrifying Weapon. {Hitman – Frozen Words}

"Indeed."

"And as to the bondage... I have one condition: it goes down My Way."

"I... see."

"Go to your computer; I have a brief description of My Way." There was a slight amusement to my words... that was not as fake as I wished it sounded.

Anticipation of the Kill... orgasmic Bliss... the Instant before the call to Battle splits the air. These are Moments when Man tosses away Humanity... for something more Primal {Call of the Beast}

"In the mean time I'll be in Black Mode. Drop me email or chat."

"Does it still..."

"I have my Reasons. Be Safe Ashley... and get plenty of Rest."

There. A voice inside my head kept screaming at me to take what little money I had and run. I could forge a new identity easily. I took a deep breath... before placing one last call.

* * * *

"Nervous?"

"Were you nervous your first time?"

"Very much so." I smiled at the soft chuckle.

"I still don't know if it will work though; In my efforts to get out I didn't study her enough to know if I have a shot of pulling this off. And I suck at Human programming."

"No different than a computer: the problem is in translation and proper coding. Be Safe Do-Gooder."

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Skills – Lock Picking

~~~~~~~~

As far as everyone else was concerned I was at Ashley's because of the mess her ex-husband left. Once word got out about the possibility of a sex tape... everyone wondered if he'd wired his home. After all... he had six cameras outside the place; the inside had to be equally scrutinized. Enter her friend and part-time tech wiz... ME. If anyone bothered to wonder why I was there the entire weekend, sex would be only one of the Gossip Topics. The main one: what did I find; that would probably get me some stares and a few false offers of something akin to civility.

The best thing about this... is that I don't have to say shit. I don't have to put the bug into anyone's ear. All I have to do is shut my trap and look innocent and it will blow over. Never away; I'm not that fortunate. Still... it helps that I have a ready-made cover story for my lengthy stay at her home.

I parked in the garage. Before the door fully sealed me away from prying eyes I popped the trunk... so that any stray eyes would see the two massive computer towers inside. Only one was functional; the other is a smuggling front I've used on occasion. Tonight it holds a different technology. I listened to the garage door close... and the silent click as the lock engaged.

I exited my car, taking the black backpack with me before closing the door. I left the trunk open; there would be several trips necessary. I smiled quietly; I don't think Ashley would understand it if Mindy was there to help me set up. Sure I could wing it... but her connection to Smoke is well known... and Smoke is an utter mystery to the Locals. I honor his request because of what I know... and don't know... about the happenings inside his Home.

The last thing Ashley needs is a connection to him. No one knows about my meetings with the elderly black man outside of Pack... and I rather like it that way. I hear the door open, turn and smile.

"Welcome to my home," she said. She sounded more than Happy... beyond relieved. There was also a dark undertone to her Words. I would have missed it without my Lessons.

"Congratulations," I replied with a bow. "I'll be inside in a moment."

"Need a hand?"

* * * *

"Two meetings... people will talk Lord Smoke."

"Drop the honorific... Do-Gooder," he chuckled. "I understand you have a request for me?"

I gave him the list, taking a deep breath before doing so. You'd think I'd be less nervous about handing a not-quite stranger a list of sex toys and other such trinkets considering what I was planning to do with Ashley. Smoke glanced at the list once... only once. He then placed it on his desk, face down. The desk glowed for a moment.

"Sweet!! Who made it?"

"You are not the only techno-geek in the Pack Do-Gooder. I have some items that many manufacturers would kill to get their mits on. Take this... " He pressed the surface of his desk and a blue square winked on/off. A minute later one of his Servants entered the Office.

"This is Nancy. Please show him your Pager."

She lifted up her maid's skirt. It looked like... an alligator clip attached to her clit!!

"Here are the tech-specs: it's attached to her clitoris with a spring mechanism tailor made to ensure a snug fit without any pain and minimal slippage. That piece is connected to another that is inside of her vagina. That piece vibrates and has a specially designed area that rests against her G-Spot... again tailor designed for her body.

"She chose the name: her Pager."

"And she comes when called." I groaned at the rude joke. She smiled slightly. "It's controlled by your desk... and I'd bet you can do more than just... summon her."

"Always polite; indeed I can do more. Much more." His tone dropped. It became colder... dark without any trace of Humanity... including cruelty. His fingers slid over his desk. I watched as Nancy struggled to maintain composure while being stimulated.

* * * *

After everything was inside and in her bedroom I sat down for about ten minutes. WE sat down; Ashley remained quiet, constantly searching my eyes and posture for any sign of what was to happen.

"What's for dinner?" I asked softly.

"Lobster. May I ask you a question?"

"Shoot."

"How long... have you..."

"Been in the Lifestyle? You will be my first. Though I'll bet my description says otherwise." She nodded slowly. Her face was twisted in confusion; I was peaking in a most un-Dominant tone.

"Are you cooking the lobster or..."

"Just waiting on you."

"Are YOU having second thoughts?" While I was somewhat hopeful that was the case... I'd hate to drag that gear back downstairs.

She smiled. Coy. Definitely surprised. "It's not what I would have expected from you."

"And what did you expect from me Ashley." This time there was an edge to my Words. It was Honest... which frightened me a bit; it was also slightly angry. I closed my eyes... then opened them... slowly.

* * * *

The All Seeing Eye of Ra cannot be deceived. The All Seeing Eye of Ra cannot be blinded by Lies and Treachery and Betrayal. The All Seeing Eye of Ra is lidless... and never slumbers.

I was looking at Ashley with my so-called skill. I was expecting nothing to happen; Ashley went rigid for a moment then sat back in her chair. Her face was obviously concerned by what her eyes told her about my appearance.

The Form is the First Sight beheld. On occasion it reflects what lies Within. Know them as separate Things.

"Does it matter?" she asked quietly. Her words were strong, but I Heard the tremble within her vocal Tones.

"I am here to Honor our deal... one that was not necessary. That being said... I have no intention of restraining you physically unless you tell me here and now... why."

An Honest Man speaks with venomous Tones only when the Words strike a nerve... and this Fact is Known to the Speaker. It is not cruelty that fuels such Speech... it is the Honest Man revealing the True Nature and Danger of his Words.

"You mean... why Bondage. That... is something I haven't told anyone in many years."

"And yet you Trust me with the Act... if not the Why Behind. I still don't know why... but I will before I leave on Sunday. Right now... that lobster sounds good."

Steamed Maine lobster tail with drawn butter, sautéed zucchini with garlic and roasted red potatoes; it was definitely a meal that required wine. Too bad I forbid it... for now. A Clear Mind yields Excuses only for those without caring.

* * * *

"Would you have let me seduce you?"

"I'm not sure if let is the word for it. But considering you are an attractive Woman... yeah." I rolled a lobster morsel around my mouth before chewing it

"You went for the pressure because you were afraid I'd do... what?"

"Fear does strange things to a person."

"And you do not fear me." Her eyes narrowed slightly... a sure sign that a Lie was on her lips. Before she could speak I nodded.

"To be honest... I'm spooked. It took me some time to put My Version together."

"Why did you search so hard to find a way around..."

"Because I know you need it... for whatever Reason. I gave my word to help and I will. Sometimes that means walking through some dark places.

"But you're worth it." I lifted my eyes as I said this. When my gaze fell on Ashley I was amazed... at how sorrowful she appeared.

* * * *

It's called Play... a standard BDSM Session. When Mindy told me that, my first reaction was to scream, "Some game." I didn't understand what she was trying to teach me until that Moment.

Some games are very real. For Ashley Bondage was tried to dam near every fiber of her Life. From her past to the sleazy ex-husband... to me; as hideous as it sounded to my sensibilities... she would find some way to twist even the most innocent things into something tainted by her being bound to another's will.

However... I changed that. I didn't mean to; all I wanted was to give her an out that wasn't so... violent. Chains and restraints... whips... and the inevitable screams; I wasn't ready for that and was fairly sure I'd never be ready or willing. So I took the time to formulate my own Version... one that was free of any traditional bonds. All I required... was that she Follow the Rules. And if not... the Session would be over... Deal Done. No physical torture... only Mental and Spiritual.

I'd changed the game by removing what she'd always known... stripping her of what little comfort those things gave her. Now... the only thing keeping her there... was her own will. Fifty plus years of surviving and living... fifty plus years of Rules she Understood... gone because I thought I knew how to help her.

"No one has ever said that to me," she replied quietly.

"It does not take Strength to knock someone or something down... only Power. It takes Strength... True Strength... to get back up." I rose from the table. Made my way to wards Ashley and came to a stop behind her.

"Finish your meal Ashley," I whispered into her ear... as my hands slid around her shoulders... heading for her firm breasts.

* * * *

Mindy asked why I was single... a very direct and complicated Question... with no real answer. I'd gone out on dates when it was necessary to maintain the possible air of Humanity. They were all good dates and ended with me in my home solo. After Bethany I wasn't so sure I was ready for sexual contact that wasn't drenched in Passion and True Love.

Enter Scratch and the French Quarter; he took me to a few strip clubs and eventually I fell victim to the plethora of booze and sensual curves. Her stage name is Monica. I say 'is' because I keep in touch with her. She has a kid just now entering college... with a head dead set on going to medical school. After that I was a bit more casual. I still maintained a Professional Distance from Females though; I wasn't ready to be in a relationship.
"Bullshit. You're more than ready... you just don't want to be hurt again."

"Like anyone really does," I replied dryly.

"Then why not just say so?"

Because I didn't know why Bethany dumped me... that's why. I know it's silly and childish, but to go from our three year anniversary to the next day just up and moving out. No reason was given other than, "It just won't work."

"Was she cheating on you?"

"I don't think so," was my reply. I'd spent countless hours asking that same question and reviewing my memories. Plenty of tears and some dangerous Moments... but my Gut said Bethany was faithful

"That will haunt you. It will make things with Ashley difficult."

"You mean transference... right?"

"Big word."

Big... but all too true. No matter how it went down this was a very personal experience for Ashley and me.

* * * *

After finishing her meal I escorted her to her bedroom. I'd seen the place up close before... and smiled quietly. My simulations came in handy; I knew where every camera was placed and was toying with putting together a high quality porno from the session... just for kicks.

"You don't have any sex toys... do you."

"I was afraid he would find out somehow," she chuckled softly. "Now you understand why I played with myself when I knew the cameras were denied to him... sexual frustration. Even we old biddies get it."

"So I noticed," I replied with a gentle laugh. I made my way to one of the two false computers. I removed the front panel.

"Then consider these a gift from a friend... your first toy collection."

I'm not sure what I expected... certainly not childish giddy squeals of joy as she dove into my chosen array. I was not at all surprised that she went silent upon seeing the anal section. With the case on the floor Ashley was kneeling. Standing over her and to her left I watched as she gingerly fingered the neon purple latex anal sting. The largest bulb was no thicker than my middle finger... but the look in her eyes gave it another ten miles of girth.

"Have you every done anal?"

"That..."

"Is complicated. I see." She turned to face me, her eyes searching for something. I met her gaze evenly.

"Let me tell you a Theory. You had an abusive relationship before this joker. Physically abusive. I don't know the details... but if your choice of... rewards... is an indication then I know quite a bit.

"Ashley... I am here to collect on payment... and help a friend. In doing so... you will most likely experience some very bad memories. If my tone offends you... I don't care; I am not about to have you enter into anything blindly."

"It was Punishment." The words ended in a rush of relief... as if a great burden was suddenly lifted from her shoulders. I watched her physically shrink... yet remained motionless.

"That was then. Now?" She remained silent.

"We will answer that together then."

* * * *

"I like your plan... but it won't work."

"Why not?"

"Because you are not addressing the real problem. What do you think will happen after she goes through with this?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but didn't. I'd never thought about it... not once. Now that I was... I was not at all happy with where my Thoughts were drifting. Mindy nodded gravely as Understanding slowly dawned: I was going to do more harm than good if I accepted this... and then just walked away thinking that was the Be-All-End-All.

"You are the nicest guy in the Universe... a genuine Do-Gooder. If she falls..."

"I get the point. So... do I scrap all of that work?"

"No. Just be yourself and wing the parts I've marked. You'll be fine... if..."

"If? If... what?"

* * * *

"Stand up."

Ashley rises slowly. After taking a Moment to gather herself mentally he lifts her head.

"Together... or I walk. Compliance."

"Understood... sir."

I cringed slightly; her tone was cold and her words clipped. I walked behind her and began removing her clothes. I left her wearing sheer nylon hose... complete with the line running up the back of her legs and the reinforced toe. I placed her clothes in the hamper before returning to her.

"Together... or I walk. Compliance."

She began to speak. My fingers sliding along her things tore a catch in her cadence.

I fell into the Moment. She smelled of a recent shower, sexual frustration... and something else. I inhaled that Scent, plastering my face between the backs of her thighs. There... just beneath that slightly funked-out rear exit smell that was...

"You took an enema. When?"

"Earlier... after I got word that my ex-husband got arrested: perjury." She was obviously pleased. So was I; he deserved to be in Pound-Me-In-The-Ass Federal prison... in my opinion. Best place for Ashley... that much is certain. It also meant that something else I'd been tinkering with was going to be easier... and then it hit me. Suddenly I had the perfect tool.

"Sweet. Now then... how about helping me get undressed."

It wasn't planned as a stall. In fact I was looking forward to having an attractive older woman strip me bare. Unfortunately I was Planning... and the distraction threatened to show on my face. Right then I wanted to be at my home... specifically in the Crucible. To cover up I asked, "Did you enjoy the experience?"

"In a way." She was staring at my member... which refused to fall in line with my Tech thoughts; it wanted Action and let it be known. I was actually surprised by its length and girth. Her stare... was blank.

"I take it I'm bigger than the Jail-bird," I chuckled.

"I have only seen one like it... and that was in a porno movie."

"You've watched porn?" Yes it sounded childish, so her quick glance and amused expression were Normal. However... I was more interested in the Timing of the matter. She nodded... and I lowered my Tone as I asked, "When?" Instead of a kid's curiosity... there was the Learned Face.

* * * *

"I can tell when you've learned something new."

"How?"

"Your eyes... they start twitching... like they are trying to see too much information at once. It's interesting to watch your Mind make the Connections. It's... bothersome... that you push the Human parts of the equation into the rear so forcefully."

"Why does it bother you Mindy?"

"Because you still carry that ache in your heart. Because you can't... or won't... let it go."

* * * *

I learned one thing from Ashley's first Confession: her first lover had a small dick. It drove their Sessions... with him constantly humiliating her... claiming he could hear her lusting for one of those larger slices of manhood. That was her only exposure to porn... and one of the Reasons she despised it to this day.

There was something else... something I doubt she'd admit. Jail-bird helped her get over some of her aversion. His constant cheating had her scrambling for proof. His skill kept her guessing... and she had to learn more about what Normal Men looked for. Eventually it lead her to those so-called educational erotic movies intended to help lovers spice up their sex lives. She avoided any that had restraints of any form... even furry handcuffs.

As we talked I pulled her onto her bed. Back against the head rest I held her and listened as she told her Tale. I did not say one single word... I simply listened. Before long I had her version of her past. There were still holes... places where Shame or Fear held her tongue and Thoughts, but through it all I got a good picture of how things went down.

Yes... I was stroking her arms and whatever. I even had a nice long feel of those nylon clad legs. I didn't play with her nipples much; I'm not a breast man. And my ministrations were equal parts soothing massage... and getting to know Ashley intimately.

"May I ask you something?" She spoke softly, almost timid. I hummed an affirmative.

"How many women have you slept with?"

* * * *

I chuckled... then started laughing. That particular question pulled up one of my first Memories of Scratch. He'd asked that same question... then went on to explain himself:

I don't mean that literally; telling a female good-night then passing out without so much as a kiss doesn't cut it. I'm talking about the Horizontal Shuffle... Bumping Uglies... Doing the Nasty.

I explained my outburst before giving her the number: three and her makes four. That caught her off guard; she rolled around until she straddled my crotch, pinning my boner between us. After looking down with the Devil in her eyes I said, "Now... ask me how many women I've had sexual contact with... and that number goes up."

She adjusted herself; it did not mask her, "Ah..." as her outer lips splayed across my member. The nylon fabric had me in all sorts of Fantasy mindsets... and I struggled to maintain some control. I got help from her features; they were beginning to melt into bliss bloated joy.

"Did he spank you?" She paused. I gripped her rear end and forced her to move. "I did not say stop... now answer the question Miss." I punctuated her Title with a well timed... and accidentally accurate thrust. The tip of my dick found her clit and ran directly into it... then shot up the nylon sheath.

"nnnYES SIR!!" She gripped my shoulders as the unexpected orgasm rumbled through her. I felt her sex pulsate.

I also Felt something else... a strange Power flowed through every fiber. My eyes snapped onto her shuddering form as I wondered where her orgasm came from. I tried not to allow any ego to cloud my judgment... but when Ashley's gaze fell onto mine and I witness the Fragmenting... there was no denying it. Accident or not... I'd done something no one else had... something she probably only heard in the whispered gossip from the tellers at her bank branch.

I tried. I tried... and failed.

That Felt GOOD!!!!!!!!

INTERLUDE:

I left his place as I'd found it. Gooder's forgotten all about my presence... though he'll be remembering soon enough. He didn't blow his load... and that will only make things worse.

Right down the line he performed as expected... much to Ashley's obvious surprise. If she expected him to be somewhat experienced then... now she knew she was probably in over her head. He kept surprising her... he kept her off balance. And each time she found her footing... she was closer and closer to trusting him with her darkest secrets. Even better... he kept the sexual play to a bare minimum... and that tore a massive orgasm from somewhere deep inside.

When she burned her gaze into his... demanding his dick inside her... I had a feeling that MAYBE he'd grant her wish. Then I saw the Look on his face. He'd tasted the Power of her Trust in him... not something many ever experience. Those who do... can and often do abuse that Trust. I wasn't interested in whether or not he gave in; he would. Ashley wouldn't let him leave without giving her the High Hard One now... and he'd done it without restraining her physically.

What happens when she grows accustomed to that Sensation... THAT is what I wanted to know. Gooder was going to Have Sex with her tonight. He may even get into some Rough Sex if he's inclined. He'll slip into her back Door tonight as well. I know this because we set it up that way. Clean and Sober... there would be no Excuses. What I did NOT expect was to see him manipulate her into a Frozen Orgasm.

Then again... he is very skillful. He learns quickly... and adjusts instantly. And in the End... he will question himself. He will fall into Solitude... searching for answers as to why he enjoyed himself. I Trust Do-Gooder.

Ashley is another matter. If she hadn't tried to force him into this I wouldn't even be inside his home... a second pair of eyes just in case she pulled something on him. I suggested it simply as a precaution. I wasn't expecting him to agree... especially so readily.

I've spent so much time trying to figure out how I'm gonna make it through this that it never occurred to me that she might pull a fast one. Guess I figured ex-hubby held her full attention. But... in case she has just enough time to plot a double-cross... it would be prudent to have a backup plan.

He didn't believe for one second she would cross him. Still... he wasn't about to be caught a second time.

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Skills - Transactions

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She wants more.

Deny her. She has not Proven herself yet.

What about her Tale?

That is something indeed... but she stole her Pleasure.

I gave it to her.

There is mettle in your Tone. Good; I was beginning to worry.

You care for her. This is a Good Thing. You would not harm her. THAT is a Good Thing. You seek to Think your way out of this...

Why do you hesitate now?

Slap her ass... but put no Human Emotion into the action. Start by caressing her ass.

She's aggressive.

And that would be Anger you're Feeling. Look into her eyes; she's given in to Lust. Easily I might add. Frustration accounts for much... but not that much... and you Know this. Stop her... now.

* * * *

That Sound; it tickled something deep inside my chest. Ashley yelped in surprise and looked at me. There was some warning in her gaze.

I met it evenly, though I wasn't Looking at Ashley. My Thoughts lingered on the Sound as I met her gaze. Eventually a dark shadow slid across her gaze and she lowered her eyes.

* * * *

She was poorly Trained.

I don't think she was properly Trained at all... just coerced.

I am impressed by your Reaction.

What was that? I don't mean the slap on her ass... I mean that Sound.

* * * *

From deep within the Darkness... coiled in one dark corner of Nothing. The Beast Within slumbers there... waiting for a sign. A Scent on the wind... or a Sound reverberating from walls and ceiling and floor... or perhaps all that is necessary is a stray Thought. Once it wakes... it must Feed. And its Hunger can overwhelm the strongest Man.

"There is no need to rush," I say softly. I am stunned by the darkly seductive Tone that leaves my lips... mostly because it rumbles through my entire body. I feel more Alive than ever before.

I drag my fingers over the offended area. She tenses... and I Sense her anticipation of another blow.

Nothing escapes the keen Senses the Beast possesses.

I adjusted my hips slight; the movement pressed the tip of my member against her shielded slit. This time she remained motionless as I teased her. My eyes never left her face. I watched as her struggle slowly gave way to blissful surrender.

"Cum for me." I do not ask. Nor are my words demanding... I feel a dark satisfaction as she moves again. This time her movements lack a certain natural grace; they are the barely restrained frantic movements of a Woman so painfully close to orgasm.

As for my own obvious pleasure... I was more interested in watching Ashley... gathering Data. "Cum for me." This time there was a slightly dark annoyance to my words... one I normally use when dealing with... particularly difficult Code.

* * * *

Humanity does not like to Think on this Truth, but like their precious technology... they can be Programmed. Controlled by words and actions not their own Humanity does not want to Remember or Know; there are some who want, crave, Need... and even Desire such Control.

It was obvious that she hated wearing the nylons. They were a side note personally; my sole Focus was on Ashley's effort to reach orgasm. She looked up... and we locked gazes.

"Cum... for me." My tone was light... and the smile was genuine. She slid down... and the tip found her covered clit once again. She shuddered. Forcing her eyes to remain open she fell into her orgasm.

Again that sensation washed over my body. This time it filled my Thoughts as well. It had been some time since my last sexual encounter... and it was breathing compared to... this. For an instant I wondered if this is what Bethany was missing...

What I did not give her... because I didn't ask. I just assumed I was doing a good job in bed. Was I?

Ashley kissed the side of my neck. I tensed... then her tongue slithered out.

* * * *

That is the Howl of the Beast pulsing through your veins. If you let it wrest control from your grasp... you will be little more than the dogs Females of your Kind claim you to be. You will be Instinct... and Primal.

I forced myself... not to become a slavering idiot. It took several seconds... and... something took its place.

"Careful," I growled.

"Please..."

Music? That is a Human Thought... and a Dark Thought.

"Anal first." It was a desperate ploy... only there was no desperation in my Tone.

There was... cunning.

* * * *

"Business before pleasure?" she chuckled dryly.

"You learn quickly," was my immediate reply. The dark undertone began to feel comfortable sliding from my chest. I glanced quickly at the placement of the opened tower... and smiled at my memory. She could reach it from where she was... if she crawled.

As she turned I said, "You might want to grab the lube." I caught sight of her head turning around to look at me; I kept my eyes on her rear.

Business before Pleasure. Biz... Never Personal. I caught sight of Ashley looking at me, so the slight shift in her crawl was expected. And I do admit that I was utterly distracted by the way the fabric stretch in its attempt to cover her ample rear. However, in my Thoughts there was an image of the open terminal and its contents. I ran over a list of the items... including the ones she's slightly misplaced.

As she reached for the lubricant I quietly said, "And the purple and black vibrator to the left." It was slender... barely thick enough for the miniature motor that ran it. Definitely thinner than my girth, it would serve nicely.

"May I go to the bathroom first Sir?"

* * * *

I answered immediately... but that does not quite tell the entire story. In that Instant an Image of her bathroom filled my Thoughts. Specifically... my Thoughts drifted to the one camera with a view of her urinating. Questions flooded my Mind as she made her way off the bed... and I followed. She looked askance at me. I returned her gaze with a cool look that I was amazed to find was True.

I watched her remove the hose to the required height, squat over the pisser... and hold that position.

"Afraid of your own toilet?" I chuckled softly. She joined me, sitting fully on the seat. I stepped back until I could get a clear view.

"He had a similar view... though aerial," I said. This time my Tone was one more familiar when I'm working on Code. "I always wondered why?"

"I don't like being watched going to the bathroom... even when I'm showering."

"You never showered with him?" She shook her head, a proud smirk pulling at her lips slightly... until she remembered the camera.

"I see. So... does it bother you that I am watching?"

"Yes... and no." Right then I heard the sound of her urine splashing against the ceramic innards of her toilet. When the sound died she reached for the toilet paper.

"Stop."

She complied... and Fear slid into her Features, obliterating everything save Humiliation. She actually swallowed hard. I moved smoothly towards her... and unfurled a length. Her breathing increased dramatically... so much so that I could actually Smell her apprehension... and an image of her as she would have appeared during her first disastrous Relationship crept into my Mind.

I wiped her carefully. It was easier than I expected... though why I expected it to be difficult at all bothered me somewhat. How many times had I wiped my own ass? And I'm fairly sure my Mother and Father have done the same tome at LEAST once in my existence.
That's it!!! The Thoughts hit me like a physical blow as my Thoughts suddenly drifted away from sex... and to discovering why she had a thing about someone watching her go to the bathroom. Ashley even gave me a clue... by blushing as she choked back her apprehension and Fear... and choked a Memory into submission.

In some ways you are correct; People are very much like your Computers. They are easily Programmed... and the Code is not always perfect... or benign.

"There. Now... I think you can remove the hose totally."

"Yes Sir." I backed up enough to allow her room to remove the nylons.

Impressive; the Howl does not fill you with energy. Interesting... that there is Cold and Nothing in your Essence.

* * * *

I placed a thick towel on top of the comforter. Standing aside as she crawled into position, her ass facing me, I was strangely calm. I had attempted anal before; this time I was guaranteed the act. I wasn't anxious or nervous. I was... Cold.

I began by gently caressing her rear end. It wasn't long before my hands drifted to other parts. When my dick touched her outer labia she finally moved, adjusting herself with the full intention of forcing me inside her sex.

The blow fell immediately. For an instant I was annoyed... then Ashley's utterance registered: she was in Pain... but there was a thickly aroused undertone to the end as she gasped.

She will try your patience. Just like any good computer problem; I smiled quietly as I said, "Behave yourself. You have yet to see what is within the other computer."

Ashley turned her gaze to the still sealed terminal. I move away from her... and pressed my palms into her rear... spreading her wide. She gasps as I slide my fingers along her crevasse. There is a faint urine after-funk... but it doesn't bother me. It doesn't excite me either... I calmly file it away... just another piece of information.

"You gave yourself the enema... so I will assume you have tried to prepare for this."

"Yes Sir," she replied.

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Not always." Her reply gave me pause

"Well then... here's the Deal. I am going to do this. I will be the judge of what qualifies as Sealed Deal... so any pain must be endured until then. However... I won't be a brute about it."

She Needs to hear you say it. Look; even now her body relaxes into Lust's embrace. And her Trust in you grows stronger still.

I massaged her crotch and taint. I smiled as I recalled my father's discussion about that part of the Human anatomy. Strange that you Think on him at this Moment. Strange... and Honorable; he Taught you many things about Life and much about Love. Heed his teachings now. I rolled the tip of one finger against her clit until it stuck out.

And it stuck out!! Before my eyes stood the most prominent clit I'd ever seen. I couldn't help but continue fingering it as I burned its image into Memory.

"He was intimidated by this... your Ex-Husband. Don't answer; I'm just Thinking. It makes sense. And it's sensitive. Did your other torment it?"

"No Sir."

"Because you like it..." came a breathed reply from somewhere deep within my chest. The images in my Mind were obliterated by a white light as I slowly increased the pressure as I pinched her clit. Hard. Harder. HARDER!

With a yelp she jerked away. My ears tingled at the sounds Ashley made; they were pure Bliss. I Knew them... though I'd never heard them before. Not even from Bethany. I gave her a long Ten-Count to return to the Doggy-Style position. She made it easily... though it was obvious that there was something different about her. Something wasn't there... and her body was infinitely more relaxed.

Fascinated, I took the lubricant in my left hand and pressed the middle finger, right hand, against her asshole. She tensed... as expected. Then she relaxed. I pressed further; Ashley's breathing became very measured. My brow furrowed as I experienced a strange moisture. My last foray here was with a dry... then I remembered; flicking open the tube I applied a small amount to her rear end. She yelped.

"COLD!!!" I chuckled and slowly rotated the invading digit. Soon I was easily able to slide the entire finger into her... and was pleased at her reaction.

Ashley's breathing slowed and deepened. I'd chosen the lube based on Mindy's sick suggestion that I might actually want to stick my tongue there. Were it not for the urine... I amazed myself that I would actually give it a try. After all... there was only the record in my home and the memories we would share.

What of your Guardian? I smiled as I positioned between her legs. Scratch would be long gone by now if I knew the Old Man. I stroked myself to what I guess would be just hard enough to survive the initial push. I touched the tip against her slightly puckered entrance... and paused.

It was an entirely different experience. Inch by inch is the description most commonly placed on being gentle... and I understand why. I listened to Ashley... I watched her reaction. At the slightest sign of pain I stopped. Then... one of those Moments came with these words:

"Cumming again..." Amazed... I flexed inside her nether entrance. Ashley gulped loudly... and arched just the right way; it was an instinctive movement: I pushed deeper.

She sounded like she was gagging... and I slowed to a stop... or tried. After a slight pause she impaled herself a bit more. The sensations washed away all thoughts as I slid into a natural, easy motion: In...Out. I felt my orgasm storming the Horizon... just as my thrusts were full crotch-to-ass-cheek, vulgar and rude Ass-Pounding Sex.

I pressed her into the mattress.

Careful.

Her eyes screwed shut Ashley muttered, "God... God... God..."

"Tell me to stop," I snarled... gleefully.

"NEVER!" she growled. Ashley dug her nails into the comforter and arched her back.

She refuses to Yield because she enjoys this. What will you do?

One hand on her shoulder... the other gripping a tit like a beast possessed I Fucked Ashley's asshole with primal power, fury and passion. My orgasm registered on multiple Levels... and I heard Ashley's howl as my semen coated her bowels.

And... I could not deny it. I looked down on Ashley with eyes that enjoyed watching her shudder in the throes of her orgasmic over-stimulation. I enjoyed the sobs as she struggled for air. I basked in her slow gaze that drifted over my eyes... and her trusting smile as Oblivion claimed her.

Then... I was horrified. What had I become?

* * * *

Never be too proud to accept back-up. I called Scratch in a near panic, rapidly explaining... or at least trying to explain... what I felt.

"Well... what did you expect? Zero pleasure?

"Look... from now on you take a drink or two before a Session... and keep clear of restraints in the process. It's Strictly Biz from here on out."

"I enjoyed it... everything."

"I know."

"You sound Sad."

"Actually... I'm thinking about something you said. You saw her trust in you grow. Yet you clearly remember... not looking Human. Well... that just means you're a Freak like the rest of the Pack."

I wanted to give a snappy comeback. However... looking at Ashley's sleeping form via the laptop monitor in the living room... I had to admit that Scratch may have a point.

"Made any progress on getting info on her Past?"

"Yeah... I've got a few things I want you to check out: her parents. Specifically... check into domestic violence issues."

"Now you're sounding like me... definitely a Freak. Now go... and enjoy yourself. Oh... there is something that you may want to hold up in your bag-of-tricks. I dropped a surprise in your backpack hidey-hole."

"For me?"

"Just... remember when I told you about Papa Joe's." With that the line went dead. My stomach dropped and I made my way to my backpack. Tucked inside that secret compartment he designed was a large baggie of marijuana and a small glass pipe. I noticed that it was silvery... Ashley's favorite color.

Scratch knows people. I let my gaze drift to Ashley's sleeping body. It was punishment... now it was something different. I Saw that in her Eyes... in that easy, satisfied smiled as I stood over her.

* * * *

I awoke before Ashley. Instantly I stared planning my day... and was well into lunch plans when I finally forced myself to just roll out of bed. Ashley moaned briefly and I checked my movements. It had been ages since I'd slept with someone... literally. Getting used to her body movements wasn't something I really wanted to accomplish. It smacked of a Long-Term Relationship. And I wasn't at all sure I wanted something like what happened last night.

Papa Joe's. The Lesson there: sometimes people need a Blind. Just something to hold up as a nice excuse for doing something they really wanted to do bone-sober. My thoughts slid to the drug and the pipe... and I wondered what made Scratch believe Ashley would want it. I blinked... and smiled. I'd planned the second Day to fall on her birthday. 55... and the sick joke actually made me chuckle. Some birthday gift... and I had plenty more where that came from.

When she rose I greeted her with a smile.

"I think I need another enema," she chuckled/moaned.

"Agreed," I laughed. "Come on. I know you never showered with him but you will with me."

"Yes Sir," she said... with a disturbingly satisfied moan.

"Oh... and Happy Birthday."

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Skills – Word Problems

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She'd almost forgotten; it stunned me that she was so wrapped up in things that she'd forgotten her own birthday. I filed that away as I set about giving her a hug. Ashley wrapped her arms around me and began caressing my back and shoulders. She wasn't trying to seduce me. My hard-on was just a Natural Reaction.

It was the Way she touched me that I found... disturbing. Tender, caring touches here and there. She's trying to find those Spots... be careful. She is very cunning... even if her actions are Natural. Especially if they are Natural.

"What would you like to do today?"

"Well... I'm not sure how you're going to react to this."

I nodded, keeping my face screwed up. How did Scratch know she smoked marijuana?

"I want to be bad all day long."

* * * *

Ashley was serious when she spoke, so I met her with an even gaze before I said, "Explain."

With that she reached beneath her bed. I heard a soft click, followed by a scuffing sound. I waited for her to open the slender tube. When the joint slid from its confines I caught sight of a slightly distant look in her eyes.

"I see. How long have you hidden that from your Ex-husband?"

"He's never found out. I confine this only to my birthday...."

"And another Special occasion. I can see the Memory in your eyes. I can also see Doubt; you worry that I'll think less of you."

Well... if it were any other situation I might. However... considering what I did last night... all bets were off.

"Have you ever..."

"I attended my fair share of wild college parties. Yes I have smoked pot... and enjoyed it. I don't now because it became bothersome to code while stoned."

Ashley chuckled, though she was surprised by my words. She went to light up but I raised one hand.

"Is that it? You just want to be stoned all day long?" I raised one eyebrow. She lowered her head slightly and a smile crept across her lips.

I told her that we would see to her Request after we showered and had breakfast. As we prepared for the shower I thought about my actions... and my reactions from last night. I was appalled by what happened... and I didn't have a Crutch... like being stoned while doing the deed. I hear the water start running and joined her in the bathroom. Ashley turned around suddenly, slightly surprised by my sudden appearance near her.

"I move silently; ready?"

I surprised her with tenderness; from washing her hair to getting between her toes I was careful and attentive. I studied her body... how the water ran down her curves. I thought about her request... to be bad all day. Bad girl... and bad Girls often get punished. I lathered her white bath poof carefully as I prepared to wash her... and Thought long and hard about those Words.

Bad Girls often get Punished. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was right to have Scratch check into any domestic issues from her formative years. Eventually she was going to be stoned. I would be near her... and most likely sober.

Yet I had one very good Excuse for getting high; I wasn't responsible for things if we're both mind-fucked and stupid. Not so for last night; I have no excuses for the fact that I enjoyed myself. I'd accepted Ashley's enjoyment sometime during the Dreaming apparently.

I finished without making any overt moves to arouse her... though it happened; I suspect it is because she hasn't allowed anyone to get this intimate and close. She turned... and her eyes were filled with something I didn't expect: nervous giddiness. It never occurred to me that with the penis' she's experienced... she's never done this before. Why makes no sense to me, but I am the first one here.

* * * *

First... I'm first for quite a few things in her Life these days. That has to leave some emotional mark... if not a nasty scar. Her hesitating tells me just how nervous she is... though there is no real reason. Except for washing my private parts. I watch as she takes great care not to hurt me... and ends up tickling me.

Don't Move. Her gaze lingers on my rapidly stiffening member. I remain motionless; she also has a hang-up about giving head. Nothing unusual there... except for her past. There are more than enough Dark Corners to hide the Reason behind her aversion... and not one place to find the Answer to one Question that exploded in my Mind... as she unfurled her tongue and slithered her mouth down nearly half of my boner.

Where does a Woman who apparently doesn't give Head or like it... learn such a trick... no... Master!?!?!?

* * * *

That is the Beast... you Remember it Well. She is Skilled... and it obeys her seductive call. Nostrils flare; Scents overwhelm you as you long to seize hold of her and Take what she offers.

And that sound... that is the Chain you call Humanity.

* * * *

Ashley wrapped her arms around my ass and slowly tried to force everything into her mouth. I marveled at her attempts... and her Learning Curve and determination. Something drove her... and I Knew it was a Dark Memory. It was also one she fought to crush... by deepthroating me.

"Stop... and tell me Why," I growled. Ashley complied to the former... and hesitated.

"They wanted it... they took it. I kept some things from my ex..."

"And all of those things... you would freely give me. I am Honored." I touched her cheek tenderly... because I really was Honored by the Truthfulness that I heard in her words and saw in her softening smile.

This time she approached the task with calm happiness that helped her relax as I slid further and further down her throat. I forced my eyes not to widen as inch by inch her attempts gobbled up more and more of my member. Orgasm on the horizon my ass; it was a full-out War to keep myself from blowing a massive load down her throat. If she didn't like blowjobs... regardless of whatever good emotions my presence gives her... what about Fresh Male Seed?

* * * *

LIKE I CARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

* * * *

I gave no apology for losing my load down her throat. I offered no Words as I stood there, growling like some Hell-spawned demon with my hands flexing menacingly... so tight the pain only fueled the orgasmic Rush.

Nor did I grip her head in my hands and ram my crotch into her face. I did not Face Fuck Ashley... though the overwhelming NEED to do so was beyond anything Humanly possible. Even as the first taste of my Seed hit her tongue she forced her head further down until she had not choice but to come up for air. I felt her arms tighten... and her body shudder.

And... I knew that by not moving one muscle... by denying those impulses... it pleased her. It proved that I was that Creature she envisioned. That gave me Strength.

So... I stood there until the Sensations ebbed to nothing. I heard her sobbing softly as she pulled away slowly. I didn't ask about the tears... I stood there. I waited for Ashley to acknowledge me Presence. When her bleary gaze met mine it was several Moments before she spoke.

"I..."

"I am not them."

* * * *

Questions can be Answered before they are asked.

The words just rushed from my lips, and the dark power behind them was disturbing... and proper. I was nothing like her former male Lovers... despite what the urges would dictate.

What are you then?

We exited the shower. I noticed Ashley has an easier time accepting my presence... and for an instant that worried me. Even so, we quickly dried each other off before grabbing white bath robes and heading for the kitchen. I prepared breakfast; whole wheat pancakes with honey and butter optional, turkey bacon, toast, a fresh fruit salad, apple juice and milk... plus cappuccino.

As we ate I asked her to go into details about being bad. Aside from the marijuana she also wanted to drink wine, walk around buck ass naked... and have sex when and where she wanted... or wherever we happened to be. I raised an eyebrow; as far as bad things went my only real gripe comes from the weed... and that is more because it's illegal; I figured her source was solid if she managed to keep it hidden from her Ex.

I also tried to ignore my dick; it wanted a nice wet orifice. What are you? Given that her Birthday present was high-quality stuff and a nice piece of glass on top of that... I was at a loss. I know how I'll get: horny as all get out. Normally... being single meant Solo Sex or frustration. So I opted to abstain... but here and now Ashley is more than willing... in many ways.

What are you? I told Ashley to wash the dishes and clean up. I made my way to her bedroom, those Words crashing against my skull. I thought about them as I made my way to the opened computer stash. I took one of the small vibrating eggs, the lube from last night... and my eyes slid to the unopened stash.

What are you? Bad girls get punished. What are you?

I am not them. I took a steadying breath as I made my way downstairs. Pushing mid thirties and I was still asking adolescent Questions. Its Answer should be obvious... but I have never been in a situation even approaching this for complexity. And I cannot deny that I enjoyed myself completely; even the authoritative Tone was pleasing.

And when she complied... I felt a rush of satisfaction that rivaled the ones I get when slicing code. As I made my way to the kitchen I couldn't avoid the tingling that rippled through me... bleeding into the air. I looked down at my arms.

"Gotta get a black robe; it fits my mood."

* * * *

She was just finishing. I didn't realize I'd spent as much time as I had puttering and Thinking. My mind flashed to her joint... and the misplaced memory of me snatching it from its hiding place moments before leaving her bedroom. I did a quick search and found the joint in my right pocket... along with a safety lighter.

"Finished so soon?"

"It's been awhile, but I do remember how to do simple things around the home," she chuckled.

"Remove your robe." She complied after drying her hands. "I didn't say stop... just disrobe. I really must work on those Commands.

"Tell me... does it surprise you that I did things the way I did?" I passed her the joint.

"Yes."

Before she could continue I placed the vibrating egg onto the table along with the lube. Her eyes tracked the items as she went to light up.
"Don't. There is one more item of Business that must be accounted for before you enjoy yourself."

I flipped open my robe with more flourish than I intended... and was slightly pissed because a black robe would have looked much cooler whipping behind me True... once I slid into her vagina and lost a load our Deal was Done. But I Knew... just Knew... that things were not going to be over... not for some time. As I lifted her leg I looked into her eyes. Ashley wasn't thinking about the Deal. She wasn't even thinking about my bonder sliding into her surprisingly wet sex. She wasn't thinking... she was enjoying the Moment... and anticipating the next. How far ahead... I wondered.

It should be easy to lose my darker Thoughts in the act... and for an instant I allowed myself to experience the warmth and subtle movements. Hearing Ashley moan was little more than experiencing a Sound on the Wind. I looked at her... and saw something in her eyes. She was lost to a Dark Thought; her smile was pure evil glee as I sawed into her.

I pulled free and spun her around with a gentle push... one she obeyed eagerly. She looked like an animal... and utterly blissful with this Expression. I entered her with one... motion. It wasn't a thrust; that would be something Human. I entered her sex from the rear with a measures pace... one I knew would give her pleasure. Ashley babbled; it ended in a high-pitched yelp as I touched bottom.

"Oh... God... How..."

"Has anyone ever done this..." The negative reply reached its climax as she shuddered through hers. I felt the pulsations... and the pleasure that filled my body. But... it was the low Growl in the back of my Mind as I pushed against her Final barrier. I flexed, enlarging my girth. Again that high-pitched accompanied orgasm. Again her walls pulsated around my member.

She responds well. Bend her to your Will. I pull back... and my hips take a decidedly non-linear path. Ashley's tone warbles... and she rolls her hips. The Sensation blazes a Path through my Senses. Pure Joy; I grab her hips and thrust. The angle is perfect... and I shatter her Final Cherry.

Her legs stiffen as the conflicting Brain-Commands hit: pull away... or slam down. Head flung back she howls to God... and pushes me further into her womb.

And try as I might... I cannot deny that I enjoy the sensation... perhaps more than the Beast. I gripped her hips... and obeyed her command:

"FUCK ME!!!"

* * * *

I don't have any excuse. In fact... I was responsible for Ordering Ashley to put the joint down before we had sex. No... before I Fucked her. Pop. Pop. Pop. I Felt each violation of her deepest depths... and savored her howls of orgasmic oblivion. I seized one breast in my hand and pulled back. The sound... I shuddered violent as my orgasm's sneak assault surged through me.

I slithered from her... and turned her around. She braced herself on my shoulders; it gave me a boost and I stood just a bit straighter as I pushed my exertion into the rear She struggled to steady her breathing. Outwardly I waited patiently. Inside... I struggled to deny my Feelings. From beginning to End... I Enjoyed that!

"Thank you."

My reply was instinct; I nodded. It made things better... somewhat.

"Gonna light your candle?" I said quietly. It broke the tension nicely; Ashley burst into a bright, pleasing giggle-fit.

"In a moment; still need to catch my breath."

"So... I was the first." She looked at me with adoration and pride... as well as a healthy dose of sexually-founded fear.

It helped to look at her and try to think her Thoughts; I didn't like what I was seeing in my own Soul. I had no excuses... and didn't want to know why I enjoyed everything. I'd tried a few Excuses... but they all felt wrong.

I am not them.

"Thank you for that Honor." She looked at me, smiled... and gave me the warmest hug I'd ever known from a woman not my mother. It actually made me ashamed to be getting hard again. She pulled away and headed for the joint and lighter

What are you?

It was definitely a cop-out. I know how I get when I'm stoned... and it really wasn't a Good Thing to be wondering about this while blitzed. However... there was a slim chance that I'd get some Indo-Wisdom. It was definitely a cop-out... and I was definitely reaching for answers. Now... when I'm working on Code that usually works out well. But that is Code and I'm Sober... if you don't count the caf-sugar buzz I'm probably riding at the time.

Reaching. It's never a last Ditch thing... I'm just frustrated by something that's right before my eyes. That Thought terrified me; did I really enjoy what I'd done... was allowed to do?

"Happy Birthday to me," Ashley quipped.

I kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you... for Trusting me."

She lit up and took a toke... but her hands were unsteady. My Words; I looked into her eyes and saw a rapidly morphing list of emotions.

"Shotgun," I chuckle. Her eyes widen with some amusement. We never touch lips... and I do not miss one strand of the powerful drug. Well... powerful for someone who's been Dry for years.

"Nice..." I exhale. "Not bad... but..." I motion for her to follow me.

* * * *

Twenty seconds... not bad for Buzz Initiation... even for me; my muscled relaxed in psychedelic waves. Smiling I went through a mental exercise I used back in my pothead days... and found myself sober by the time I was at the bedroom door. Good stuff... but you needed more than one shotgun.

Her techniques needed work however. The smile crept into a very dark place as I reveal Scratch's gift. I tell her that he's always trying to get me to take another toke... so he gave it to me... and I'm giving it to her. She was pleased... then she took the first hit. I knew it was powerful from the instant I got a whiff of the open pouch. Ashley's eyes rolled around in their sockets. I smiled... and took a hit.

Not in time. What are you? Just loud enough to force my eyes to find Ashley. She smiled at me... a playful, seductive smirk.

Even stoned I could not deny: I enjoyed myself. Stoned I expected to find myself comfortable.

Instead... I had the gnawing feeling that something was missing.

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Skills – Dope Logic

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We didn't start off having sex. In fact... Ashley suggested I show her some of the toys I'd brought. So I went into a nice and clinical description... suddenly remembering the vibrating egg I'd left downstairs.

"Here, sir."

"Place that inside your asshole."

She hesitated only for an instant. I smiled; she still has that hang-up when stoned; another bit of Hard Data. And one I wanted to re-code.

"Now sit still." Then... I went to her computer.

You're enjoying this. Hell... you enjoyed working on the Code for this bugger. What shall we play... how about some slow jazz for starters; no sense in tormenting her with Happy Hardcore... unless she earns it.

And face it... you're curious to see if she's gonna push. You don't know your Limit. You wanna live up to Do-Gooder so bad... and here you have one whopper of a Challenge. Can you maintain Do-Gooder... Say... is this a Moral conflict?

I smile quietly as Ashley's surprised tones fill the air. "I made that personally. You'll keep everything here of course. And you can put that in other orifices."

She was behind me. Horny. Somehow... that saddened me.

Because it's expected; she isn't surprising you. Wonder why?

"How..."

"That's... complicated." I chuckled at those words before going on to explain about my special modifications.

* * * *

I'd gotten the idea from Lord Smoke... linking remote controlled sex toys to a computer. So far there wasn't a good program or setup available. Thanks to her Ex, I had the second part... all I needed was the Code.

Crafting it wasn't exactly easy. And I kept thinking about the eventual uses... and often questioned just how twisted I was getting. Now that I was stoned and talking to Ashley about my modifications I felt a certain pride in my work. I may question the Motivation... but the work itself was beyond tight. Aside from music the program had a timing function.

"Can you turn it on from your home computer?"

"If I had access... though I'd planned to eliminate the back doors."

"Keep one open... please."

Ah... always have an Out.

"Why?" Interesting...

"I want you to have one."

I smiled and nodded. Yet you do not believe for one Moment that her Answer is the only Truth. You Know Why... the Answer she won't let slip across her lips. I let my gaze slid over her monitor; when I caught sight of a small blinking light I asked her about it.

"I've been wanting to go into the basement and use some of his work out equipment. I knew he used it for some of his... flings."

"But you couldn't toss away good equipment."

"Especially since I need to loose a few pounds."

I exhaled loudly; I had yet to meet a Female who was actually satisfied with her weight. Right then she passed me the glass pipe. I opted for the Joint, dismissing her initial offer with a slight smile.

Thinking... always Thinking. Dark Thoughts... and you accept them As-Is. Yet that Void lingers on the corners of every Thought. Something you KNOW is missing. Something you feel you should Know on Instinct.

"So you had a work-out routine planned for today of all days?" My tone was playful. I turned my head slowly as some decidedly Dark Thoughts slid across the weed-haze that was my Mind. Ashley nodded, a look of shame creeping onto her face.

"I was wondering what two stoned people did all day when they had money and Time. I think working off breakfast is a good idea. So... you have a leotard or something like it... right?" Quit stalling!!

"Well... yes. I..."

I reached around to pull out the vibrating egg. Ashley's words died as she suddenly remembered the device in her nether entrance. "Huh... so you can eventually forget it's there. Wondered about that.

"Go get your work out uniform. I always have a spare set of joggers and such in my backpack." In case you happen to be Out-And-About.

* * * *

You do enjoy walking around at Night. You bask in the Empty desperation of the Innocent caught traveling in its dark embrace. You snarl at those who claim to be Predators... and are little more than cowardly Vultures emboldened by the lack of Law and Morals.

You kept this away from Heartbreaker. You would never Touch her as you have this one... one who is so willing.

It was as if I were looking at two gems... one in each hand. In my left was Love... a shattered diamond smoked with sadness and confusion. In my right hand was a solid obsidian orb. It reflected no light, but there was definitely Power within its form. Yet it was not perfect; if I squinted I could just make out a crack... only I couldn't describe its color. That information... was Missing.

I was almost surprised; Ashley's outfit was a shimmering silver form-fitting one-piece that really accentuated her curves. I watched her put it on... and pondered why I didn't have her insert a toy. That Question darted across Ashley's eyes an instant before she covered her crotch.

You are not them; that is what they would do. They are less than Human. You... are a Mad Scientist.

* * * *

"... and Mad Scientists never understand Love."

I don't know why Lily's words stuck with me; we were... what... eight at the time? We were watching some cartoon... and I can't remember much else. But she always said I reminded her of a Mad Scientist... and those Words stuck in my head.

Truth... and you wonder if she is correct. I put on my outfit and followed her into the basement.

The instant I cross the threshold my Senses shifted into over-drive. We'd finished the joint beforehand, so maybe it was pot-induced paranoia. Maybe it was fueled by the knowledge that her Ex used those items for his Play Sessions. Add in a dark entry and you'd have good grounds to laugh the whole thing off. But Ashley hit the lights before I'd crossed the threshold. I couldn't see the exercise equipment from where I stood. Yes I was utterly stoned... but there was definitely something down there. Something that I didn't like one bit.

Ambush. I couldn't chuckle that off as I followed Ashley into the basement proper. My gaze slid over the arrangement... all well done. Tasteful. Something is Wrong. Ask. I turned my eyes toward Ashley; the answer was in her trusting... yet nervous smile.

"He asked you here... didn't he. The first time your Ex asked for Bondage... was here. And he didn't ask politely."

"How... the files."

"No... I just... Know. We should have been sober doing this." Is that Anger I Sense? Such an offense is normally easily dismissed. Yet... she is being bad. Does this rate Punishment... or do you hold the threat over her head. Look at her.

Ashley's head hung low. Yet... I hadn't hurt her... only reminded her. I caught a slight smirk on her lips. See? She is cunning even in this state. Be careful. "Sorry sir."

I waved it away with a casual dismissal, though I could not shake the Sensation that I'd only scratched the surface of things. Making a mental note to ask Scratch to check into the place with a fine-tooth I made my way to one of the machines. Ashley hit another one and it wasn't long before all Thoughts centered on the work-out... at least for her. Each rep I did was split between my amateurish form... and some decidedly Dark Thoughts.

* * * *

She knows her stuff. Her form is rather good. Probably zoned in because of being stoned. Hmmm.... the equipment is fairly simple... and the moving parts are well shielded.

You See with your Eyes... a Sight accustomed to looking at Details. There is little difference between it and the Eyes of a Predator.

I am not them.

No... you are a Protector at Heart. Though I question your tactics; they are more suited to Dark Souls.

I moved to the next machine after taking a few minutes to stretch. Sure I was a hacker... and had designed and built my own suit specifically designed to allow me highly mobile access. I'd cracked my share of systems, but not once did I abuse my Skills. I never profited from my actions. Information is Power... and Currency. Well... there was that.

"Stop."

Ashley was on the bench press machine... and I heard a faint mechanical whir. I also Felt the air come alive with that familiar Sixty-Cycle-Hum I Knew like my own heartbeat.

I don't know why I picked up the pipe and took a hit before approaching her. However, as the smoke rolled from my slightly parted lips I found her position... distracting. I adjusted my crotch... which caught her attention. Without a word I knelt down and took a good long look at the entire machine. When I was finished I returned to the center of the room... and slowly knelt to my knees.

"Is... something wrong?"

"No; I am the only one with access to your Home Ashley. Trust in that. However... your Ex has made some interesting modifications... ones that the cameras here are carefully placed to miss.

"I don't know why I'm surprised," I muttered as my gaze drifted to a machine dedicated to leg work... including those inner thigh crunches that always got me excited as a teen-ager catching glimpses of work-out-fad-of-the-second infomercials.

Something Bad happened here... I just Know it. Those modifications are high-quality... as expected. But...

She is waiting.

"Ashley... without removing your clothes... play with yourself until you cum."

Why?

She's nervous. Her orgasm will be somewhat muted... even with her high. And... I need her to cum.

I kept her in my sight but did not look at her directly. I was waiting for something... and when it came I was more than ready. As Ashley began to overcome her apprehension her lust grew... rapidly. The hairs on my neck stood up and I Knew I was fast approaching a Moment of Clarity.

My nostrils flared. My heart pounded in my chest. My vision blurred as my sight shifted into the Beyond. I was Aware; Ashley's whimpers of frustration faded into the distance. I inhaled the cleansed air... and caught a familiar iron tang just beneath a constant flood of chlorine and cleansers.

He Drew Blood!!!

* * * *

I took a deep breath; the timing with Ashley's orgasm seemed... sublime. I rose with familiar smoothness... and that's when I realized I'd assumed a seated samurai position. Instantly I Felt for the exits... and something pinged in my Memory.

"You haven't been through everything down here... have you."

"Yes. Did I miss something?" she finally managed. Between the brief work-out, being stoned and her orgasm I was amazed she recovered so quickly. Hard Data.

"There is a Secret door here. That or the architect is a stickler for unnecessary support. Remind me when I'm sober to fill you in on EVERYTHING. If you want we can check it out. However... because it's your birthday and I honestly don't have a clue what's in there... if there is..."

"Skip it."

THERE it is... pure lazy exhaustion from dealing with his shit. Now if I can just avoid an Emotional Outburst...

Ah... I See your Thoughts. Coding Human Emotions is indeed...

Coding Human Emotion...

"Agreed. No more work-outs until I check this out." My Tone was Frosty. I don't think she's ever heard me speak like this; normally it's reserved for Scratch. And only when we're about to get into something very complicated.

"Shower time. Think you're ready?"

"Yes Sir."

I looked into her eyes. There was still a faint Echo from whatever Dark Memory lay coiled around her Mind. I knew I couldn't eliminate it... but maybe... just maybe... I could find a way to use it to defeat itself. Yeah... that's Stoner Logic.

And quite possibly... the only way I'm gonna see anything Human bout the Twists Bondage places on her.

And yourself.

Coding... Human... Emotion.

* * * *

As I left I promised to return... with Scratch. That place needed his special touch. I hated to ask him for so many favors... but he was the only one I trusted with what I hoped he wouldn't find. As we wade our way into the Kitchen Ashley took another hit before pouring us two glasses of water. I smiled, offered a silent toast and quickly quaffed my glass.

I basked in the cold cleansing tingle. Focus on the Task at hand. As Ashley drank hers with more patience I motioned her for come closer. When she was within reach I palmed her crotch.

"When you were... chained... was there a Time when you enjoyed... things?"

Sadness tainted with Shame crept onto her features... and her eyes started to lower. I pinched her clit... hard.

"That is what they would do. You Respond... and there is a definite enjoyment in your Eyes Ashley. I do not Understand. Help me."

I Know I was stoned... but at that Moment I was Thinking Clearly... the Moment of Clarity. Great weed has quite a few of them... and I always managed to Open My Yap right then. I know how I get when Stoned... and right now... it was helping me get into some very dark corners of Ashley's Life.

Yet I know her high wasn't totally responsible for her openness. She trusted me. She still hates herself for trying to force me into this... especially now that she knows I toke on occasion. Having a Tokemate is a Classic Stoner habit... one that I know very well in fact.

"You don't have enough Hate in you; it's why I like you. You can't understand... ever."

"Then why offer it to me?"
She opened her mouth... but nothing came out. Her face reflected deep introspective... and amusement at her failure. She honestly didn't know why.

Scratch said that a Do-Gooder often gets people to Trust them with One Thing that they'd rather die than tell anyone. He says it is part of their genetic makeup... and maybe he's right. But... I had an answer... in fact... I'd given it to her:

I am not them.

Click.

"Pipe... please," I said slowly. I massaged her crotch gently... focusing on rolling her hard clit into my palm. I took one long pull from the pipe and held the smoke... constantly grinding my hand into her crotch in carefully seductive motions.

"You next..." I exhaled.

What is this? You Seek the Darkness now?

That done I motioned for her to head upstairs... taking only enough time to adjust to her ass instead of her crotch in palm. She made it to the stairs before her first orgasm washed over her senses.

"You can do this Ashley," I whispered into her ear.

Ah... and yet to do not cease your ministrations. How much can she withstand before the shower I wonder. Too much and she will seek Slumber... but your Words give her something they never did... a Goal worth Reaching for.

Regardless of the dark memories.

Coding Human Emotions.

What are you?

I smiled as she started to climb the stairs. I rolled her clit between two fingers; Ashley nearly went through the roof. I repeated my Words... adding just a touch more comfort to my Tone. Masterfully Done. She grunted... and I sensed as she forced her orgasmic high to obey her command... and back off for a tick.

Two orgasms later we were in the bathroom. Ashley was utterly spent. I told her to sit and I went about preparing a bath... just for her.

"Bath then sleep; I have to plan for a better evening than the one I'm ready for."

"Will you be joining me?" There was a slight, fearful, ghostly echo in her words.

"No; I'm going to take a quick shower and get things moving. And don't worry about the neighbors; THAT I planned for."

I helped her remove her outfit... and she showed no fear then. There was also not one mark on her... as I thought I'd remembered.

"Ashley... you are a beautiful Woman." She smiled and touched me on the cheek... tenderly.

"Hurry back Sir."

"When I return I'll have lunch. Oh... and I'll call in an order for dinner... something Stoner compliant."

"Chinese."

Now... I pulled up short. I'd slipped into a style of speaking I favor when stoned with Scratch. Her mistake was understandable... but I never envisioned she liked Chinese take-out.

"Sweet. I have a favorite place and they're quiet."

They also happened to make things almost painfully easy. Careful. After making sure she was in the tub I made my way to the main bathroom in the hallway. I showered quickly, dried myself and got dressed, taking care to adjust my clothing to make it appear I didn't have a change of clothes... and slept in the ones I had.

Just past High Noon... perfect. Slot three hours plus one for waiting and another for idle Chat... Too Long; he will see that you do not wait long.

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Skills - Planning

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"You shouldn't be driving stoned; the cops there are anal retentive."

"And racist Scratch. I'm white; only the three black cops on the force would bother and they're too busy being Squeaky-Clean to notice one stoned white guy. Besides... I just needed to clear my head... in more ways than one."

That was an understatement. I didn't expect to hear from him until everything was over, said and done.

"Oh... I also need a favor. I need to meet with Mindy today if possible. I want to pass a few ideas by her for some extra equipment."

"Done. I think she's expecting a call from you anyhow." Interesting...

* * * *

Normally I'm slightly paranoid. Stoned it gets worse, but is still manageable. That explains why I went to my normal tech hang-outs before heading home. Not only did it give Mindy time to get to my house with the goods... it kept any tail I may have grown form catching us together. Now all I had to worry about were the eyeballs in my neighborhood... and those tended to be glued to the television. That left only the random view by chance.

I did take a moment to review the items she sent. Not knowing exactly what to expect from Ashley or my own rapidly changing mentality I left the matter in her capable hands. You know her master will not allow you to go into this without proper equipment. Sad... and slightly disturbing... but that felt solid enough to be Fact. I was just beginning to Come Down and really gave a nice nap consideration... before loading up the gear into appropriate containment and heading back. I arrived around four, placed the call for dinner and headed inside via the garage as usual.

What greeted me was a robe clad Ashley sitting in front of her computer checking her email. She was frowning and rubbing her head.

"Swiss Cheese Brain; it happens. What's up?"

"Business. It seems my Ex has his lawyers working overtime to reclaim this place..."

That explained the frown... somewhat. With his legal troubles I was surprised he made the attempt. Then again he was under investigation for several serious offenses and only his wife's assurances that she was having someone look into...

Like you? Handy explanation.

"Do you wish to cancel? The Deal is Sealed Ashley."

"No. I can deal with him." With that Ashley calmly picked up the pipe, took a massive hit... from a fresh pack I noticed... and continued reading her email.

I set about bringing up the new toys... and the tech equipment I figured I was going to need. Time was an issue now; I wasn't sure how good his lawyers were, but I don't think a lawyer would hire a crappy lawyer to bail him out.

"I'm sorry to bother you with that," She said. I heard her approach and remained calm as I pulled out the small chem-sniffer. It was definitely something that could get me major Federal time for simply possessing, but as gifts go it's a wonder... especially with the modifications I'd made

"No worries; I came prepared for Emergencies." I let my voice drip with innuendo and hidden Thoughts.

When she ran one hand over my shoulder in a seductive manner I almost shrugged it away. I took a steadying breath and tried to relax into her gentle touch, but my Mind was occupied with getting clear of this entire mess with a quickness.

"Dinner will be here at six sharp. Until then... I need to set up a few things... in the basement." That stopped her. I turned to face her, an easy smile on my face.

"No worries; The other items I needed are in the garage waiting to be brought in. THOSE are for later. Unless you've changed your mind about being bad all day."

Ashley flashed an evil grin. She likes the sensation of getting Over; you are beyond careful. Now is the time to Think on Survival.

"Pass that over," I whispered. I kept my eyes locked on hers. Sure enough... she looked more like a Female Getting Over than a 55 year old divorced business woman waging legal battle with her ex. I took a hit, surprised at how easy the smoke filled my lungs this time. Then I headed to the basement.

* * * *

Thirty minutes wasn't enough time, but I made due in the crunch. I wasn't on a Clock, but knowing her Ex had his legal beagles sniffing around made things very uncomfortable. I was a part of this mess from jump... because I decided to be nice and helpful. Pressured into sex... I found a way to turn that around and not only get some highly enjoyable sex... but more questions about myself and Ashley... and a very bad itch to be as far from her as possible.

Yet you do not leave her. I knew... just KNEW... she'd follow. She'd found her Good Guy and wasn't about to loose him. Not even at the expense of her Past. In fact... her Past was probably the main reason she'd follow me. I was a Prize Asset now. Just based on my tech-skills she wouldn't let me out of her sight.

So long as you stand at her side she will continue to do this. There is one Exit you refuse to take.

"Ashley?"

"Yes sir," she slurred. I followed the sound into the living room... where she was masturbating to a porno!!!!!! She turned her head towards me; her eyes were growing red. There was also a bottle of red wine and two glasses. One had lipstick... and was half-empty. I let my eyes slide over the flat screen television. I noticed that the volume was nearly non-existent... and reached for the remote to turn up the sound.

"You are safe from prying ears... and just where did you get a porno flick?"

"It's one of his." I raised an eyebrow. Just what else did he leave? I couldn't believe... and then I remembered my 3-D program of the place.

You are not them... but you can Think like them.

I smiled... but it wasn't because I enjoyed her flaunting. I made my way to the other wine glass and took a sip. It was very good... and probably expensive.

"Don't stop," I replied, picking up the remote and muting the sound as I sat back to watch Ashley.

Seated, I adjusted myself until I was in a comfortable... for a stoner... position. I sipped my wine... took a small hit... and tried to be hedonistic. I'm sure looking at a nearly naked woman toying with her soaked sex counts to some... but I was slowly putting together a picture that was not only disturbing... but one that angered me.

When her orgasm rippled through her I rose. Yes I was horny... but I needed to get rid of a shitload of frustration that had built... and not slowly. I stood above her, still fully clothed, and let my gaze and focus drift over her features.

Ashley was very attractive... when her eyes were not clouded by the cold Business Look that never really left the corners of her eyes. Her nostrils flared as she waited for a Command.

I Think... like them. But I am not them... so I can step outside those Thoughts... and see their Foundation. I pulled off my shirt with practiced easy and flung it... right into the small, partially opened bag that once held the equipment now in the basement. It was out of her sight... but I'd spotted it immediately.

Thinking like a Shadow. I touched the bottom of her chin... and raised one eyebrow slowly. Will she Understand? Two seconds later she began removing my belt. Her eyes were still controlled by marijuana... and the alcohol probably did a number on her senses as well. Though... she managed to free my hard-on without fumbling once; Ashley began by stroking me tenderly.

Yet... not once did that cold look leave her eyes. It was strange to enjoy oral attention from a woman who, stoned and drunk or sober... was so damned good at something she claimed not to like performing... and watch that cold look vanish only when she closed her eyes. I reached down and pinched one nipple. She moaned around my member. I really did enjoy the sensations and the way she cuddled closer to my slightly pumping hips.

Watch... and beware. Yeah... I was close to face-fucking her again.

Don't care. She deserves much worse.

* * * *

I didn't stop. I pulled free from her mouth with an audible pop. She looked at me with this grin... and it dies when she looked into my eyes. I don't know what she saw... but at that Moment I saw a Woman who wanted to be Fucked. Passion was about the only Human Emotion she expected... but bottom line... she wanted dick and lots of it.

On her terms... which you altered. Indeed I had. And with the Deal sealed I didn't have the leverage I needed... or so I thought. As the grin slid into nothingness I pulled her to her feet by one nipple. She hesitated for a tick... and I said, "I'm not done; sit."

"Yes sir." THERE!!! Fear... but it dies rapidly and is replaced by Submission.

And with that Tone... I had control. I think like them.

That's when I took careful stock of my own emotions... and found them carefully folded and tucked away on a darkened corner. It was strange to witness this... even Knowing I was stoned. Stoned and having sex with an older Woman.

I think like them. They Controlled her... but not completely. They never had Control over her Mind. She may be stoned... but she is constantly thinking. About you... about how you rise to ever challenge in unique ways... and always keep her off-balance. This is why she uses Cunning; she Fears what you can do.

Because it's always something she never expected. And you always maintain Balance.

"Have you ever had sex with a woman?" Right as she started to answer the doorbell rang. Ashley jumped, pulling her nipple free... with a bit of pain if her facial expression is any indication.

I heard the driver announce the name of the Chinese diner... only it wasn't the voice I expected. Instead of concern... there was curiosity in my eyes as I calmly made my way to the front door... sans pants. I unlocked the door and stood to one side... making sure no one could see my form.

Mindy walked smoothly into the room. She looked almost comical dressed in civilian clothes. As she quietly went about setting up in the dining room I asked, "Have you ever had sex with another Woman Ashley?"

Her eyes darted to Mindy's form. Mindy moved as if she hadn't heard anything, moving in a manner I found curious. So curious I stood and watched her.

"Don't worry about her; she is Pack." That made Mindy pause... and turn her head slowly towards me. I marveled that her eyes did not even flicker towards my bare crotch. When she returned to her work... it was as if she started at the exact same Moment.

She is WELL trained. And her Honor is above reproach. Though I shouldn't expect less from Scratch's Bloodline.

"Yes sir... on several occasions." There was definite Fear in her voice and I Knew without looking that her gaze flicked between Mindy and me.

"Did you enjoy the experience?" I asked as I made my way to escort Mindy outside. Once the door closed she answered.

"Yes sir."

I made my way towards Ashley. She studied me. I noticed that her high was beginning to fade... but the alcohol buzz was still there. I disrobed completely before escorting her to her seat.

* * * *

I dove into the gathered array of culinary samplings. As I ate I Thought. Not unlike when I Code... only these Thoughts were about Ashley... and the current State of Things. Before eating... I took two hits. Ashley raised one eyebrow at this.

I thought about Mindy's unexpected presence... and Knew there was a Reason she took Angelica's place. While I wasn't expecting the svelte Asian to join me, I wanted Ashley to be surprised at her obvious action. Instead I introduced Ashley to a part of my Life I was only just discovering. This Facet will remind her of her Days in Bondage. Yes it would; more than once that Thought crossed my Mind... and each time I fought back a decidedly evil smile.

No... not Evil... Predatory.

I thought about how things were going to work. Even with marijuana I doubted Ashley would lose total control... but she desperately wanted to do just that. I guess she figured I was Safe... with Safe being a relative term. Just how relative she was only just discovering... and I was constantly keeping her guessing. There would always be a very Real Fear that I would become them... mirror images of her former male experiences.

Now... I noticed that Mindy placed a small warmer beneath a clay pot. I smiled as the Scent drifted into my Senses; I LOVE Saké!!! I poured a small cup for Ashley and presented it to her with a great deal of care... and Respect. The Saké set was one Mindy showed me online.

I only had one cup... much less than my usual. Suddenly I rose. Ashley froze, a hefty mouth filled with noodles. Smiling, I raised one finger before heading to the bedroom. When I returned I had her gift from Scratch... and some rolling papers he insisted I always keep in my backpack. He said it would always be a reminder of my Days and Nights... In the Shadows.

I settled in and started rolling one. At first I was a bit clumsy, but it wasn't long before my fingers remembered. I caught Ashley watching me; she was impressed by the joint.

"It's sticky. Probably won't stay lit long." I smiled. This time I Felt the slightly animalistic edge on my lips.

"Let's find out."

Two puffs each and I promptly tapped it out. If I know anything about Scratch is that he loves rolling joints. I took Ashley by the hand and we went into the living room... to watch a movie and cuddle.

* * * *

You show your Heart. True... and I know it's dangerous. But... it's easier to do it here than it was with Bethany... and I love...

Ashley moaned; I was playing with her breasts. Just small caresses and the occasional clasping handful... but if she had remained silent... I would be thinking about something else.

"Play with yourself...but don't cum." I breathed the words... and tried to focus on Ashley. Unfortunately... not even pulling on her nipples, her orgasm shattered her senses. Yet... I had no real reaction. I was hard... but that was a biological reaction. I offered her a glass of wine. She suggested the chilled Riesling. After catching her breath she rose. I laid one hand against her rear and followed her. It wasn't long before the short trip became one long masturbatory journey.

Nearly there she asked me to stop.

I did not.

Several seconds ticked by; I did not stop toying with her overly sensitive clit and mound.

"Am I being punished sir?" she whimpered.

"I want to see how much you can take before you pass out. If you wish to end this... you know how." She whimpered and lost her balance as another orgasm slammed her Senses.

"Ashley... the Deal is Sealed. I can walk away at any given instant... but I stay. Why?"

Her ego will claim it is her presence that binds you. She does not understand... and you do not understand. Yet... your actions are Instinct.

I allowed her to pour two glasses... taking time to fire up the joint once more. Her eyes widened slightly.

"Can't hang?"

"I'm not as young as I used to be sir," she chuckled... before reaching for the joint.

"Your turn," I said quietly. Ashley froze. I flexed my member. She giggled as it bounced.

And somewhere... something inside of me grew very angry at that Sound. I watched as she reached for my manhood, taking it gingerly in her hands. And somewhere deep within my gut there was a very frightening Thought: if she hurts me... reply in kind. With interest.

She lead me by my penis... to the bathroom.

* * * *

"I've always wanted someone to fuck the piss out of me... literally."

Her face was stone cold. Her attempt to shock may have worked on anyone else... but it didn't. The only thing that happened... was I got a very funny feeling. Once again the view from the bathroom camera focused on her urinating crotch swam into view. Something cold slithered through my gut and I Knew something from her past lay behind her request.

"How much have you had to drink?" I asked quietly... with absolutely no human emotion. My eyes drifted towards the near-empty glass dangling from her hands... and I realized something. Stoned means dehydrated. Drinking boozes in never a good way to remedy that... but it doesn't hinder the drinking process at all.

My answer: she poured another glass from a stash in the bathroom!! The secret compartment didn't show up on any of my models... and for an instant I was sober; what other modifications had she made?
"I always thought he was stupid for installing this thing," she chuckled. There was vengeance in her deep Tone. Ashley drank slowly, her eyes locked to my own... though my Gaze was elsewhere.

You missed something and it worries you. You are not Sober; you Know the Consequences. Yet I would Know something... her request does not sicken you. Why?

As soon as she finished I stepped forward. She tried to move... force me into the shower. I remained there.

"We will clean up the mess... " I entered her in one slow movement, lifting her leg as she draped her arms around my neck.

She grunted with effort as the need to cum clashed with the gnawing craving to urinate. I slid one finger into her rear entrance... and watched ash she struggled. Soon I had two fingers spreading her nether entrance... and my teeth tormenting her neck. She dug her nails into my back, whimpered... and pissed.

I ground her against me... them pounded into her with everything I had. I felt the power grow rapidly... though not so fast that I could not admire the smooth, almost logarithmically. "Look!" I barked in a low Tone. I gave her enough room to actually see herself pissing around my member. Her breathing increased... and the air suddenly felt cold.

It came in spurts. I was dimly aware that she was forcing it... and making herself very tight. So tight I almost had difficulty staying in. Almost; something wouldn't be satisfied until every drop was fucked from her. I smiled at this twisted Goal... and adjusted her until I had Ashley on her hands and knees. The last squirts were just about to leave... and since I had not removed myself when assuming this new position... my thrust went strait to... then through... her deepest barrier.

Fuck the piss out of me.

You think like them... and Act with honor... like a Shadow.

It was slightly easier this time. I listened to Ashley's utterances with calm detachment, almost clinically studying the howls and lust driven body movements. My orgasm was... anti-climactic. My body surged with energy as I buried myself fully within her and pumped a load inside. Ashley yelped, shivered, and finally started breathing deeply as her body deflated. I pulled free... and kept her from sliding on the mess we'd made.

I eyed it with more than passing curiosity. Right there before me was the cold Reality of a simple Fantasy: Fuck the piss out of me. And while there was some primal satisfaction from the experience and this vivid Reminder, I knew that it was less than nothing. I started cleaning up, taking care to put the soiled towels into the hamper and even freshening the place up a bit. Ashley lay slumped over the large shower/bath, slowly puffing on the nearly roach-sized joint.

She looks so content. Like a fat cat. A fat and lazy cat; for some reason that annoyed me.

"You didn't help."

Her eyes slid towards me, arrogance swirling on the marijuana currents.

"Bad Girls often get Punished."

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Skills – Fashion Sense

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I think like them.

I motioned for Ashley to stand in one corner, facing the center of her bedroom while I walked around. My earlier experience in her bathroom had me wondering what other secrets lay hidden from the plans I'd acquired.

I think like them. I took a long, slow pull from the nubbin joint. As the smoke drifted up along my nose I looked towards the ceiling.

"Dim the lights Ashley." When the lights faded I saw them... barely visible lines forming neat squares.

You think like them.

* * * *

I have never punished anyone. Well... unless you count firing that idiot Chaz, but that was business. This was something completely different. Not only was Ashley older by nearly a generation... it was my first attempt at BDSM Play.

I was sure of one thing though; Ashley's reaction was the only Wild Card. It was her idea to go here... but now that the Moment was at hand, her eyes held a barely contained Fear behind their oddly submissive cant. Normally I'd do something like this stone sober... instead of packing a fresh bowl and handing it to Ashley.

I can honestly say that it started out as a crutch. Now that I'm completely stoned... I find myself easily putting my Thoughts into some decidedly dark corners. Ashley was also stoned, but she had better control over it. Well... so long as she wasn't getting sexually stimulated; then things went almost boring. She turns into a raving sex fiend... and it becomes painfully easy to do whatever I want.

How... WHY does she do it? I toyed with just coming out and asking her... but held back for some reason. That was truly annoying; I should Know what it is.

What Punishment is appropriate for her transgression? I let my gaze drift to the ceiling, easily spotting the hidden doors. Imagination provided good guesses as to their contents, and with a little tinkering with my Thoughts I came to a solid conclusion: hand holds. As I looked around the room I saw nothing that stood out as BDSM worthy.

"Where do you keep your Gear stashed?"

Ashley moved to her large walk-in closet. I followed, keeping my eyes unfocused. She knelt behind a thick line of dresses. I turned my head slightly and listened to her movements while imagining the layout in my Mind... picturing where the hidden panel would be.

You play Games? I smiled and nodded at the manacles... and frowned when I saw the leather flogger. Mindy gave me a brief tour of the 'usual' tools of the Trade so I knew what it was. Why? Why was a very good question; either that was a part of her Past... or she was reaching. Either way...

"You have felt one like that before?"

"Often... Sir," came the distant, breathy reply.

"Those are Memories then. Put them away; we craft new Memories." Elegant... and look at her reaction.

I smiled; Ashley was as much confused as stunned. I turned away and asked, "What punishment do you think is fitting for your transgression?"

"A spanking sir." She sounded calm, though a slight hitch in her breath reminded me; her Memories were not going to be far away. THEY would never be far from her Thoughts.

I moved over to the toys and pulled them out, displaying them on the bed. Again my gaze was not focused on any one item.

"I am going to insert one of these into your vagina." The word felt funny on my tongue and lips. "You recall that I have some of the remote devices slaved to your music. As you requested... I left a back door... to my computer. My tunes."

I wondered what Walker, my cat, would think when he heard the music fire up. Which reminded me; I hadn't arranged for anyone to feed him. The food dispenser would hold him for another three days if he didn't go glutton. With Scratch gone... that left Mindy.

Chuckling at the random Thought I picked up a slender metallic vibrator. I raised one eyebrow as I went over the modifications I'd made. When crafting it I thought I was truly losing myself. Now I wasn't so sure Lost was appropriate.

"This will do. Now... do you have a thong?"

She sputtered. I chuckled; it's perfectly fine to masturbate... to be fucked while urinating... but wearing a thong? And like every Female who dislikes the fashion trend... she has one... if not more than one. She selected a black model that screamed Victoria's Secret... and I was totally distracted by watching her pull the straining fabric over her thighs. I made my way to Ashley in a slight haze. It cleared as she moaned; the vibrator slid in with a slight resistance. I smiled slowly; that would change soon enough. Once it was fully within her sex I made my way to my backpack.

"Let's see. Oh... and you cannot cum during this punishment. Ten swats should suffice."

"Yes... sir." I smiled as I took my seat; the Happy Hardcore Program would not only react to the pounding bass... but the capacitive discharge... just enough to let her know the vibrator is more than buzz alone... would make it difficult to not get swept up in orgasm.

Will she fail you? It doesn't matter; if she fails she will be Punished again. And again... your Way... not theirs.

Ashley lay over my lap. I plugged in my earphones and set the volume to allow me to hear her. I skipped to a favorite track... one I used when working on Massive Code... and right on this thunderous beat I let my first blow fall.

Wrong. Sounded Wrong... Felt Wrong. You do not Feel it. Soon; you are Aware that you were in err. Now... correct your Mistake.

I let my gaze slide out of focus... and my senses drifted into my high. I've been here before... but rather than think about anything I let my gaze linger over Ashley's form. She was struggling to stave off her orgasm... and my first blow was shoddy. My gaze snapped to her rear... and something Black exploded in my Thoughts. It burned in my chest... then everything went sub-arctic. The second blow fell... and I Felt my hand adjust in mid-fall...

* * * *

There it was... the perfect Sound. I basked in it for several seconds; even the reverberations were pleasing as they made their way along and through her body. Ashley experienced its perfection as well; her orgasm tore through her with the suddenness of a blade through the back. I growled at the sheer bliss that warmed me beyond anything I'd ever known.

"Sorry sir..."

"Never apologize for Nature's Instinct Ashley; it does not suit you. Twelve... from the beginning."

I rained blows onto her rear; the count eventually reached thirty. She was less than useless; her body simply could not withstand another orgasm.

I am not them. I wanted to cum... but was strangely hesitant to toss off in her place. Actually... knowing about the cameras and being stoned had me more than a bit jumpy about being solo anywhere... except the basement. I tucked her in for a nap, reminding her that she was still to be Punished. Then I planted a kiss on her forehead.

I'd removed the vibrator and cleaned it. Once it was back inside the case I headed downstairs.

You are denying what happened; you enjoyed yourself.

No. I didn't enjoy it... I thrilled in the Sensation. And yet... I also clearly saw that there was very little Bondage involved. You lie; her Will was not her own. You were her Will.

I let that thought twirl around inside my head as my eyes slid over the basement and the work out equipment. He probably had the same Thought when he had one of his Things down here. I think like them... but I am not them.

What am I? I worked quickly and silently. What am I? When I found myself walking back upstairs, a catalogue of my work scrolling across one screen in my Mind I was slightly amused. I am good.

I paused at her bedroom door. I am good. With technology; people I tend to screw up... sometime literally.

They were Twisted. You are Twisted. You Think like the Machine, and would use its Logic on People. You have even given Humanity a value: X.

And somewhere along the Way they got too Twisted. I filed that away as I entered her bedroom. I could take this as far as I wanted to go... but I was watching closely for that one Moment when I'll be them.

Why not end it then?

That... Sound. And the gasping breath that lodged in her throat; there was something there... a Power that I'd never experienced before... and Craved to have again.

She Exists here and now for your Pleasure and benefit. Learn... yes; Take what is yours by Right.

I curled up behind her. Ashley moaned as she poked her head above Sleep's Embrace. I smiled; better... but not Perfect. I wondered if she heard me; groaning softly she reached between us and placed the tip of my member against her nether entrance. I frowned, gave a slight shrug and pushed gently.

Nope... good but not Perfect.

* * * *

I normally don't remember dreams when I'm stoned. Maybe it was because I was balls deep in Ashley's asshole during my REM stage... a hand full of warm tit and the beautiful scent of good weed and over-sexed... but rapidly recharging Woman in my nostrils; I don't like remembering my Dreams.

It started with me running through the wood in my hacker suit. It was tearing apart... and I was terrified. The dark trees flew by as I scrambled to get away. One large downed tree lay before me and I jumped... only when I was airborne I knew there wasn't going to be ground beneath my feet... and I was right.

GOTCHA!! It was Ashley. I heard her dark chuckle follow me as I fell into a pit that was beyond black. Even so... I knew there were things to hit before bottom. Right on cue something slammed into my ribs. Pain lanced through my body and for an instant everything was lit by the Red haze it offered as proof of its Reality. I bit back all utterances ad my body was bounced around like a pinball.

One bounce put me where I could grab for something... so I did. It was instinct... and I was surprised that my body slowed to a stop. I heard something crawling down the walls... heading for me. I felt Malice in the air... directed towards me. I tried to look down... and was greeted by something I did not expect: ground!! I let go... and fell much farther than I expected.

I rolled with the impact... and slipped on something. The ground felt... like linoleum? My eyes quickly adjusted... once the scents registered: I was in Bethany's sorority house kitchen. Memories of the layout filled my head... especially the door leading to their basement. The layout was similar to Ashley's... and I had a very bad feeling that if I went down there... he'd be there.

I pressed myself into a deep shadow as a dark figure slid from a shadow near the door. It opened silently and he entered... and I felt myself following him. I was almost happy to see a standard sorority party... except for the one corner draped in strobe-light, red and purple. She was in pain but I could not hear her. There was the murmur of party revelers... and the distinctive sound of the Whip on Flesh.

The corner began to fade into the distance... and I heard Bethany's voice slithering down the stairs. Accompanying her sweet voice... was a hideous slithering hiss that filled me with the need to be elsewhere... fast. I briefly considered the window which lead into their back yard, but dismissed it. Instead... I followed the tormented woman and the strobing lights. I stuck to the darkest possible shadows until crisp cold air filled my lungs. Through the darkness I saw something moving... and quickly made my way towards it.

I wasn't surprised to see the grave markers and statues; Bethany's sorority house was quite near one. What did surprise me was the constant sound of her voice... calling my name. She was searching for me... and whatever made that hideous noise was following her. Now there was an evil, sadistic growl that seemed to be just at her feet.

I ran. I gave up searching for the tortured female... and promptly saw a glimmer of her and heard s barely muffled whiplash. My right foot planted firmly on one angelic statue and I launched myself into the air. Everything whizzed by as I flew through the air. I barely missed a raven in mid-flight, tucking to avoid its large wings. It screeched, dodging with a great deal of grace. I found myself staring into its eyes... and falling once more. This time I rolled with the momentum. Physic calculations filled my head as I bounced along the jagged edges with more and more skill.

It was almost fun... until I heard the sounds of battle. I landed in a crouched position... and will my eyes to focus. Digital numbers and symbols flew across my sight as I quickly sized up the situation... though they could not reveal the attackers. All they showed me... was the dead and dying. Warriors cut down... their blood spraying madly into the fire-lit night. I turned my head.

Whatever it was... there was no mistaking the action. She was being raped. Violently. Her arms were pulled behind her. She was twisted impossibly. Her screams were muffled... and I was oddly grateful I could not see the thing violating her lips.

Something loomed over me. I felt Malice dripping from it... and calmly reached down. Snatching up the sword I spun around, intending to cut the thing's head off. It howled and pulled away; I frowned. I heard a sickening crack... and from the corner of my eyes I saw her Life torn from her body... and everything went an angry... no... Rage Red.

I think like them. Suddenly everything changed. Rage Red... I saw their twisted, Hell-spawned frames. One started to turn towards me... and I moved quickly. They aren't worthy to see me... much less die by my Hand. Even so... it Felt...

It was orgasmic. I fell into them without fear or Regret. They weren't Human... so there wasn't anything holding me back. Ichor flowed over my body. I felt more than heard their cries of outrage as I sent them screaming to their master's lair once more. I saw one tentacled talon reach for a young child... barely able to walk. Her mother's dying corpse lay partially in a burning heap... still trying to protect her child. I flung a blade at it, severing it from the Hell Spawn.

Now it will serve Justice.

Bethany's voice again... very distant and to the right of where it once was... but always behind me. You're not going to be satisfied until you catch me? Fine.

My eyes fell on the child... who could not look away from its mother. The red became a cold black as Night claimed everything except the fire-light dancing in that child's eyes. I watched that child for three eternities... and it hurt to turn my back on it. Until I dealt with Bethany and whatever was with her... I was of no use to that Soul.

And you will chase me... won't you Bethany. I knew she would be behind me. She wasn't the kind to give up... except that one time when she dumped me. So... why chase me now?

Answer: I had something she needed... or they were using her. That made sense... and I spared her a passing Why... before fading into the darkness. I knew where that child was... and offered a prayer before slipping into darkness. I heard her calling my name...

And awoke to find myself slowly approaching orgasm within Ashley's asshole. She moaned my name softly... much too coherent to be truly asleep. Her scent assaulted me; I almost stopped. I miss the scent of Death in Fall. My orgasm simply appeared. I... can only say... that it was the most anticlimactic orgasm in my Life. There wasn't any emotion in it... only the body's natural, Instinctive Reaction. I don't love her.

She sighed as I pulled free. I let her body fill my sight... and still those words echoed in my head.

* * * *

I gave her an enema.

If that sounds rather... bland... there is a very good Reason; I was going through the motions. I was barely within shouting distance of being sober... and struggling to pay attention to how she went about the procedure. Only when I caressed her rear did my Thoughts stray into the sexual area... and those were decidedly Dark Thoughts.

"Do you like it when I fuck your asshole?"

"Yes sir."

"You didn't expect it... did you. Does it bother you that you like getting your asshole fucked?" I was sliding the long end in and out. She moaned softly... fighting her orgasm. And for the life of me... there wasn't one Feeling in my entire form.

"No sir."

"We've still got to Punish you... and I have decided that I will fuck the shit out of you." I spoke with no emotions... only a clinical, professional detachment that barely let her know she was a Human being.

"Then we will shower... and you may spend the rest of the night however you wish."
I can honestly say that when I actually lived up to my Words... actually fucking Ashley's asshole... packed with the enema solution and her rapidly loosening bowels... without Feeling anything... even revulsion... I thought I was truly insane.

I think like them.

"After this is over... will you ever have anal sex again?"

"Does masturbation count, sir?"

"Yes. Will you think about what we have done?"

"I will never forget," she breathed happily.

I smiled at her... but I knew that I did not share her happiness.

"Sir... though I suppose I can dismiss the error... this time. Tell me... am I the only one to be given this?"

"Yes sir," she replied.

"Then cherish the Memory always. And know that I find it very pleasing... and I am not done exploring the pleasures within."

"It will be at your disposal Sir."

Something about her words... I actually held still as they tumbled through my Thoughts. We showered, dried off, and with a hug I asked her what she wanted to do next.

Talk. She took me by the hand and we made our way into the living room... both totally naked. She felt like she was very serious... and when we happened to slide through a darkened corner together I felt something cunning lurking beneath her urgency. As we entered the living room I let my gaze slid to the kitchen... and the basement door lust down the darkened hallway.

Sober... there are no excuses.

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Skills – Proper Tool Usage

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I listened to Ashley's words... particularly the small hesitations as she skipped around sensitive subjects. The very basis of the talk was simple: tell me how much she enjoyed our mutual experience... and to gauge my reaction to continuing our association. I almost expected something like this... even more so once it became obvious that she was eager to follow my lead.

The design for my Session was originally intended to pull information from her. However I hadn't really asked many questions. Of course I was more concerned with figuring out why some of my actions gave me so much pleasure... especially spanking. While placing it as just another Kink is easy, it doesn't quite fit the Feelings. Something changed.

I told Ashley that I would consider her request carefully... only after I cleared up a few small matters. She wanted to ask what they were; the Question burned within her eyes... along with a cool calculation that I'd come to expect from her gaze. Sober, there are no excuses. She obviously had a Reason for wanting to continue having a BDSM style relationship... and that is what the Relationship would be.

She exists to Serve. I asked her why she would want to continue. I needed to know and Understand her reasons... but I did not trust her to give me the complete truth. From the start this entire episode has been one gigantic blunder on my part... and I wanted out. Simply ditching caused more problems... so I dove in. Now... I still wanted out... but I wasn't about to allow Ashley to take advantage of the situation; I had to benefit from this.

Strange thought coming from me, but I was in pure Survival Mode. Well... not so pure. All I See is Darkness. Ashley gave me her asshole... a purely symbolic gesture... except she will Honor it. All I have to do is step over towards her and position her how I feel... and take her anally. She will not complain... only comply. And... it is this that I find curious. She should never want to be controlled by another Soul... especially not a male.

Yet here she was... offering herself up for just such a scenario. There was definite sincerity in her words and Tone... but I could not dismiss the cold, calculations I Knew were there. As she went on to explain her answer I came to see why it was there more clearly. Despite her claim to trust me... some part of her would never fully Trust someone with Control over her. Each test I had apparently passed... so this was the Ultimate Test.

I wondered if she expected me to strap her down eventually. Ashley probably expected such Control to twist me... until I became them. I am not like them. I think like them... I stalled for time by selecting a movie. Ashley rose and headed for the kitchen. I toyed with having her not drink... then decided... rather slowly... to allow her not only to drink... but if she so chose... smoke herself silly.

Something about that pleased me. I selected something that would quickly get boring; a plan was forming in my head. I wanted to go into the basement... and I knew why. Whatever uses her Ex put the machines to would be used on her... by me. I'd even gone as far as altering a few of the more sadistic options out. She would ask questions about when I had the time to do all of this of course... and I would smile and shrug it off.

She had secrets... and I had secrets. I never liked keeping them... but in this case they were... currency. They were also Power... and as much as I hated it... that Power was the only thing giving me an edge. So long as I kept Ashley off-balance; that was getting easier as well. I doubted Scratch would consider me a Do-Gooder after this.

When she returned with a glass of wine I raised an eyebrow... before chuckling quietly. She smiled playfully before taking a seductive pull. I saw the look in her eyes... as she settled into a position of Power. I moved quietly and smoothly... towards the stairs.

"Gonna get the weed... in case you feel like it. But get ready; your punishment takes place in the basement." I spoke clearly... and was amazed at how calm and Powerful my voice sounded. I was even more amazed at how I Felt.

I did not look back to confirm this... but I Felt Ashley's seductive smile fade... becoming the darkly guarded submissive she'd offered me.

That is what you offer me... that is what I will take... nothing more.

And Thoughts of Shadows become Shadows.

* * * *

I returned with the weed... and a small box. She raised her eyebrows. I set the drugs aside and opened the box with careful ease. I'd planned on giving this to Ashley in hopes that she would find some use for the exercise equipment. Her outfit... chosen by her new friend. Now... I was something more.

Say it... claim your Title. The crotchless leggings matched the crotchless one-piece... that sported holes for her breasts... not just the nipple. At first she is giddy with the excitement of getting new clothes. Once she adjusts things to her liking her gaze gets a decidedly seductive slant to them... one that is quickly tainted by Doubt when she notices that while I am looking at her... it is quite clear that my Thoughts were elsewhere.

And she can't figure out where my Thoughts are... though she has a pretty good Idea. I think like them... but I am not them. It is that difference that you cannot tolerate... and drives your curiosity. Yet I knew exactly where her Thoughts were. In some way... I controlled their direction.

The movie gave her enough time to do some minor stretching... still taking measured sips from her glass. Ashley eyed the marijuana, but did not pack her bowl with a fresh load. I joined her in some stretching... and asked questions. I kept them centered on her business interest. Without asking for specifics I got a good sense about how Ashley conducted her business affairs. Her face betrayed something else... the booze was quickly getting to her. She'd poured herself a second glass and was nearly finished with it... before she picked up the pipe and started loading it. I grunted softly... and turned off the movie. In its place I selected some energetic yet soft progressive trance.

You show Skill in manipulating her Emotions. She is grateful for the break from talk of Business... Yet she hasn't lost the doubt. In fact... it burns a bit brighter now. Good. She passed me the bowl. I declined with a gentle smile.

"After the Basement."

"So you need me..."

"No. It was your decision." I let my eyes focus on hers... until it felt like I held her Will inside my Thoughts.

"It will always be your decision." Her face went pale. She tried to break eye contact... and something crawled across her features.

She sees them... or at least echoes.

"You've done everything to give me the chance to stop this. I don't... and do... understand. And... you've never asked me why you. I've... offered you...

"I don't understand you at all. I just need..."

Alcohol.

"I need someone to Take me... then let me go. You are the closest person to that..."

There it was; the Doubt shimmered slightly as she glared at the Truth she'd hidden deep within her. There was a part of her that really did want to be controlled... but there was a massive loop hole that very few men would comply with. Then there's me... and I come with a great deal of skill apparently. Now she just as to figure out if I'm the Real Deal... or if she's utterly wrong and headed back down that Road.

A strange calm crept over me as I relaxed my gaze... freeing her from my Will. Ashley took a deep breath, steadying herself as she took an uncertain step backwards. Once she was steady... I took hold of one breast.

"What did they insist you call them?"

"Master... sir."

"I will not take that title. Consider me your Guide."

I opened the door to the basement. Ashley went down first. I caught a glimpse of something hopeful in her eyes before I was presented with her descending back side. Take me... then let me go.

* * * *

Those words held Meaning. I did not have enough information about her past to come up with a reasonable explanation for why they escaped fro her lips, but my guts tell me that they are True.

My guts also tell me that there is something else to her words that she did not tell me. As we made our way down the stairs I tried to focus on what was missing from her statement... and suddenly found my Thoughts filled with images of Bethany. As I passed the mid way point a sliver of light sliced across my eyes. For some reason I shut them briefly... and the image in my Mind focused around her eyes... the last time I looked into them.

The Love is gone. That day I'd given up... on damn near... everything. Ashley gasped. I let my gaze slide over the basement... and the modifications I'd made to the equipment. Most were fairly easy... once I discovered the boxes with his special parts. The other modifications ensured her safety... since I had no reason to trust her Ex's modifications to do the same.

"Is this... his?"

"Yes and no; I made a few modifications. I figured you needed to see this. There is also this: we will purge his Memory from these things before destroying them. Unless you want to keep them... after experiencing his..."

"Thank you, Sir." Her reply was pure and tender. I looked into her eyes and saw a tenderness that actually stunned me.

And there is still no Love in her eyes. There was a painful echo in that Thought, and my Thoughts drifted towards Bethany. I smiled at Ashley, a warm, friendly smile. There is no Love in her eyes. I motioned for her to choose an exercise and start. I took a place in the one corner I knew could be draped in utter darkness while the work out equipment was in use. It was probably his favorite position to watch one of his subjects. Ashley stepped around one machine, carefully studying the bench... and the protruding tip of the dildo that just barely poked its tip from the seat's opening. She took her place, adjusting herself in order to make the dildo's entry easier.

There is no Love in her eyes... but there is plenty of dark joy swirling behind her slightly drunken smile. She started with chest exercises. One the first rep I watched the dildo slide into her sex as she pulled the bar towards her breasts. On the third rep her movements were easily sexual; little thought was given to form. So... as she started her ninth rep I pressed a small button on a remote I'd quietly picked up while she was losing herself to orgasmic pre-rush. The dildo and the mechanism went dead... with the protruding phallus receding away from her.

Ashley moaned her disappointment. As she turned her head to find me I lowered the lights with the same remote.

"This is his work."

"Twisted to my Thoughts; I am not them... though I am opportunistic when appropriate." I activated the dildo again... creeping it into her depths with mechanical slowness.

I need to work on that; it is too mechanical. Then do it yourself. She hasn't earned it.

* * * *

It was strange; that Thought did not bother me. It may have been because of her willingness to submit... but I doubted it. I concentrated on moving the dildo with more and more Humanity... even as the silent whir from the motor split the air. He buys good equipment. I wonder where he got it?

No... there was something else. Ashley released the bar... and I removed the toy... right as her orgasmic rush peeked. She quickly grabbed the bar... and a slow, decidedly evil... and surprisingly prideful... smile slowly slithered across not only my lips.... but my eyes and Thoughts as well. I caught sight of her eyes... and the Thought was clearly within her glazes orbs: she enjoyed her revenge.

And in this... she forgot about my presence. This allows me some solitude... time to think about things. Yet my Thoughts don't drift into depression, panic or anything like that; my Thoughts are cold and liquid quick. I study they way her Body reacts to certain combinations. I listen to her breathing... taking note of how much wine she's had as well as any lingering effects from her high.

"Other entrance please." My voice doesn't sound cold to my ears, but they quickly cool her arousal... but not for very long. She adjusts herself... and I raise and eyebrow as I adjust the positioning of the seat/dildo with the remote. She yelps, startled to feel the seat move.

"Like I said... twisted by my Thoughts." Though I'm fairly sure he used it to adjust the seat in such a fashion... though only because his Others were probably of varying heights and body types.

She has not released the bar. Once it was in place I set about sliding the dildo into her rear entrance. She's trying... For some reason that stuck me as odd... and pleasing. Ashley's body was bent forward slightly... the position only slightly awkward for her. I could truly test her flexibility.

Instead... I let the machine bring her to orgasm. Though... it was more than a case of voyeurism... I learned.

* * * *

When she came there was a small chuckle to her moan... and I could Feel his presence: Ex-husband. At first I snarled at the intrusion... then... I took a look at it from another perspective.

Little by little she would purge his memory from this place. Being anally taken by his own tools... twisted by my skills... it was beyond the euphoria induced by orgasm. Revenge was indeed sweet.

Too bad I never went for revenge. Definitely not samurai-like... but revenge never seemed to solve a damn thing... only starts a vicious cycle of dead bodies and weeping Souls. Yet here... I could actually See an Excuse for it... if not a Reason. It is Human.

Then... the happiness left her eyes... replaced by an emptiness that held my full attention. Somehow I knew she was thinking about the good and bad times... in those Moments once again. Objectively... and thinking like them... it was a weakness. Yet I dismissed this notion with laughable ease; this was Natural. Even in the dim light she could make out the workout machine... and the bar she still clung to tenaciously. And so long as she sees it... she cannot ignore his presence.

"And she struggles: though there is Light: and Happiness: behind her eyes."

And as she cries: And as the Chains Speak: She looks into these Eyes: I have no Need of Rope.

"That is beautiful," Ashley sighs.

I am behind her. Sober... there are no Excuses. I take her breasts in my hands, pressing my hard-on against her back. I gaze down as she looks up. There is Shame... and a longing, distant plea within her eyes.

"If I take you... you will be Mine."

"Yes sir." Her Tone is utterly submissive. There is not a trace of the coldly calculating female I knew still lurked within her Soul. Even so... I found myself guiding her rear off the fake phallus... and feeding my own into her slightly gaped nether entrance.

Ashley moaned... and I didn't care. Somewhere in my Thoughts she lost just a sliver of Humanity as she yielded. Not just to my actions... which were more like the easy care a friend shows than the cruel hand she probably expected; I saw a light... flicker into another color. She let the bar go.

"Punishment," I said with no Emotions as I stroked methodically in and out... in and out. I felt my orgasm approach, though it was taking the long way.

"Yes sir," Ashley breathed.

She is enjoying this... everything!!!!

* * * *

Though I had no clear idea what I was looking at, I knew that Ashley's tone held a great deal of Hard Data. One Byte had me worried... even as my own orgasm marched steadily through my Senses; the Calculating Bitch was still there... buried beneath the Submissive. I raised my hand and let the palm fall loudly on her rear. Once again that Sound graced my ears.

This time Ashley whimpered... and just beneath the lust was something else; it sounded and felt like a comfortable cooing. She Yields to your Command... and finds comfort. There was Truth in that... proven time and again as I let my hands roam over her body. Just because I was curious I took hold of one nipple and twisted... hard. She hissed... but I felt something was definitely missing.

Hate; I don't hate her. They did. In fact... as my orgasm thundered through my body I realized that I did not Love Ashley. There was something which I would classify as my usual Do-Gooder attitude about the sanctity of Humanity... but that was tempered by the Cold Bitch I knew... She won't let go.

As I pulled free from her asshole I noticed that it remained opened. Then it began contracting, returning to its normal size... though not without making some rude noises. Rude... only because they came from a Female. I smiled slightly as I remembered what Bethany said once.

"Ladies don't make such rude noises."

When this was over I would have a Memory... and Ashley. In what capacity I had no clue, but I was very much aware of the possibility that she would try to force me to continue these ministrations. Forced to Control her? Indeed that is a Thought worthy of Nothing. After several minutes Ashley moved. I'd taken several steps away from her... and it was only after I'd been motionless for that duration did I realize the warmth that flowed over my skin.

* * * *

Ashley snored softly. She didn't move much, but considering how I felt it was amazing she could muster the energy to snore... much less breathe. Our sexual antics went on well into the early morning hours. Ashley had her fill of wine, weed and sex.

I went sober. Maybe it was the downside from my earlier high... but I can honestly say I went through the motions. Yes I felt pleasure. Yes I enjoyed the experience. But there was precious little Human Emotion in my actions... even when spanking her. I remember how red her bottom got. I remember judging just how much the blood vessels could withstand before bursting... leading to those ugly purple stains on her flesh.

Sober... there are no Excuses. I did not love Ashley; this was the end result of jumping into something head first. That... I accepted. I was out back... and was slowly puffing on a cigarillo. I hadn't had one since I recovered from Bethany's sudden exodus. I let the smoke drift from my lips as my eyes slid over the dark skies.
I... always preferred the Night and Early Morning Hours; while everyone was asleep I was busy wondering what was going on in the dark corners and alleyways. As least as a youth I lacked the courage to find out. That... or I was too smart to get stupid for very long. I have a few friends... and then there is Pack. All told... I was pretty normal... until this.

Now I was sure of one thing; I'd changed. I expected to hesitate... instead my hands were sure. Pleasure and Pain... I touched Ashley in ways I'd never considered... with any Female. I was Skilled. There was no way I could blame my exposure to the Lifestyle; Ashley even commented that I was a natural. I didn't thank her... I just turned her attention to the clamp on her clitoris.

As I watched a smoke ring dissipate I smiled. It was almost Instinct; I had a grand total of three orgasms. The third was damn near an after-thought; and here I was an hour later... calm and composed. Where is the nervous Geek? I chuckled quietly; Bethany wouldn't recognize me like this.

Now here is where I should try to make plans to get back with Bethany... only I was more interested in closing this deal for the weekend and preparing for the Nights to come; Ashley would rise with pleasant memories... and a Deal I was certain she'd take full advantage of at every opportunity. Those were the Thoughts that consumed me... Bethany was an odd link to something that was just beginning to stir deep within. Seven years is a long time to go without sex... and Ashley qualifies only as a technicality. What I wanted... NEED...

I let my eyes slide shut as I walked through her House. I knew where everything was. I inhaled slowly, placing each Scent in its proper Place and order. I savored the complex layers as I made my way into the guest room. It was decided that we sleep in separate room on this final Night. As I stopped before the guest bedroom... I toyed with simply walking away, leaving her a note. There wouldn't be too many eyes to witness my exodus... unless someone else prefers the dark hours. I lowered my head and focused my hearing on Ashley's bedroom.

Soft footfalls; she's going to the bathroom.

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Skills – Dream Warrior

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I didn't know why I was running... only that I had to keep going. Trees and buildings were blurred after-thoughts as I moved with frightening speed. The wind cut at my cheeks... and only my cheeks. My right hand dipped low... and snatched up a samurai's sword by the grip... a perfect reverse-grip settled over the sheathed blade... and I wondered if the sheath would remain on as I continued.

Though it appeared to be distracting, my body's movements were anything but; I planted my foot and spun, whirling the naked steel in an awkward looking... but deadly efficient cut. Something howled. I planted my left foot on a gravestone and leapt into the cold night air, snatching the sheath from the air as I glanced down at my attacker.

And... smiled; it looked like a Hollywood werewolf... at first. Then the dark shadows that were its fur shifted... becoming supple... and decidedly deadly... scales. I heard... and felt... a draconian hiss filtering into everything; even the stars shook with terror. I... waited... suspended in the air.

Nothing... and I was all too vulnerable. Though... that didn't frighten me nearly as much as this: when I hit the ground I was going to start running again. I had to get somewhere... only I couldn't think where that Place was. My body knew... but my Mind was utterly unaware of anything... save the hideous form that circled just inside the cemetery gates.

Then I saw its eyes. There was no trace of Humanity within those cold black orbs. I marveled that I saw them at all; the utter blackness of its form pretty much meant no details showed... ever. But I saw its eyes... saw the utter Inhuman Nature... and wondered why it waited. I slowly fell to the Earth, never once taking my eyes off its shifting form.

I landed on top of an angel statue, perched over her gracefully spread wings... like some hideous, dark cloak.

You can run if you like... I will chase you... and catch you. This is the Nature of the Hunt. Not if I destroyed it then and there... only my body began turning away. I tried to charge into the creature... OH... NOW you choose to face the Truth.

My eyes slid over Ashley's home. I felt the creature behind me, its foul breath slid over my right shoulder. It smelled faintly of dog... Ol' Hank. I looked to my right... where my childhood companion loved to linger... just barely out of sight.

That's when I saw movement. A shadow shifted abnormally... and there was nothing nice about its intentions. I Felt cold malice... seething anger... as it made its way towards the front door. I flicked my eyes towards the cameras... and growled; the faint on-lights were dead and cold. They'd lost their Sixty-Cycle Hum.

I moved. The sword I flipped onto my back, smiling quietly as it clicked into place. It felt good... proper. I was at the back door and inside before the images of my Path caught up to my body. I paused in the kitchen, tilting my head this way and that. Ashley wasn't in her bedroom... they were in the basement.

And there was a guard. He smelled like anger and attitude. I listened to his breathing... taking careful notice of where his throat would be. I turn the corner... the sword makes no sound as it slices through air, skin, bone and blood. I spin, flipping the head into the air with the sheath while pushing the body aside. I catch the head and with my right foot nimbly ease the dead frame onto the floor.

I place the head to one side... deep within a shadow cloaked by shadow. I stared at the door to the basement. You do not Know everything. I closed my eyes and remembered the layout. Cool green data flowed across my inner eyes... and two forms leapt into focus. One was blue... and flickered weakly. The other was... Human.

I tried the door knob. It didn't click; I opened the door slowly, measuring my breathing until it was empty Thought.

"You are Mine." It was a male voice... arrogant.

Black rage exploded along my spine. I tried to stop myself... but within a heartbeat I was nothing more than a dark, vengeful shape sliding through the deepest black shadows. The wails of anguish I ignored... his transgression would not be tolerated.

She is MINE!

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Skills - EOF

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I stood over Ashley's sleeping body, just staring at her. I wore a bath robe... snarling because it was white. I need darkness on my flesh.

Ashley wouldn't let go; I Knew this like I knew my own heart beat pounding in my chest. And... if I had to be Honest... I wasn't sure I could let go. Aside from the cold fact that Ashley was likely to have a relapse and ask for another Session... there was the very real pleasure I experienced.

She is Mine; that Thought echoed in my Mind as I watched her sleeping peacefully. Try as I might... the Ring of Truth reverberated through my body with that Thought. I let my eyes slide over her body until my gaze rested on her covered rear end... Mine. I fought the shudder of fear as I thrilled at that simple Fact.

What am I?

I could Take her... even now. According to the Rules she laid out... I can Take her whenever I want. I stretched out with my Thoughts until I could tell the time: 03:15 or close to it. It was my Right... and I could not deny the Power... or its intoxicating effects. I am not them.

Because I kept looking for a way out that would not harm Ashley. Yes I am ruthless enough to simply ditch on the entire thing once I leave sometime today... but I cannot live with myself Knowing that I ran out on anyone. I was in this mess until the bitter end; I would accept that eventually.

But... the other changes... those would take Time. I tilted my head as Ashley rolled over. I slid out of the bath robe only because I did not want her to see me. At that Moment I wanted nothing more than to be cloaked in the darkest, heaviest fabric possible.

It's funny; naked as the day I was born and just beginning to feel the opening salvo from Lust... my only real thought was to be out and about in the chilled air the Night offered. I strained my hearing until it pierced the thick... probably sound-proofed walls. I closed my eyes; right there was the rustling maple tree outside.

There is something there I Need... and the only way I'm going to get it is to see this through. I let my eyes fall to Ashley, Willed her to roll over... and grimaced when she complied almost instantly.

I think like them.

I am not them.

You are better.

* * * *

Someone is behind me. I slow my breathing as I take in my surroundings. The sorority house is packed with party people in various states of intoxication. To my left in the distance is a cemetery packed with wandering Souls and a heavy, mystical mist hovering over the entire grounds. On the right was a road. Occasionally a car would fly by, flinging light into the trees that shielded me.

I watched the shadows carefully. Once I spied my attacker's peculiar mark I was ready for the assault. I heard giggling from the house... followed by the low, drunken smooth bass from a guy obviously trying to get into a pair of pants. I growl... and they stop.

I feel their eyes on me... and See Fear swimming to the surface of their gaze. Suddenly the guy gives a shot. Second later there are more... all male and all drunk. Their eyes are dulled... until the first male speaks. There is a great deal of conversation... and I crouch low to the ground.

They are coming for me. I was not afraid. I took three steps to my left, pressing my back against the wrought iron fence that kept the dead at bay. I watched as one male took a step in my direction... a baseball bat in his right hand.

Laughter rolled along the ground, stopping at my feet. It was deep... and filled with jealousy.

* * * *

I rose from the guest bed. Sunlight threatened to obliterate my sight; I closed my eyes tightly. In that pseudo-darkness I felt something crawling up and down my spine. I slid out of bed and made my way to Ashley's bedroom.

She was just rolling over, moaning a greeting to another Day. Though the haze I looked at her... took in everything. She moved with grace and seductive pleasure. There was a certain freedom in her bright-eyed expression. The itch spread until it consumed my Thoughts. One look from me and your pleasure will vanish like a mist facing a sunny, cloudless day.

"Join me." I didn't look to see if she followed; there was no need. As I entered the bathroom I heard Ashley yawn behind me. Mine.

I toyed with the water temperature for a few moments, never once looking at Ashley. I rose and sighed... though not because I was satisfied with the temperature; she is waiting patient for instructions... and her happiness is annoying. I washed her hair. I even gave her a proper enema. And yes we had sex... though I mention it only because it was Just Sex. There was definitely Passion in our actions... and there is nothing like being buried deep within soft feminine flesh...

But I did not Love Ashley. I cared for her because I cared about people in general. Balls deep and pushing to stave off an inevitable orgasm... I Knew I did not Love her... and that Meant something.

I am not them. I can do the things they did to her... only I choose not to do so. I make my own path... as I have always done. Yes Ashley is Mine... and yes I can let go. There is no other outcome... and I Know it will hurt her when that Time comes... but I cannot find Pity in my Soul for her. She chose this method to deal with her Issue.

I slid three fingers into her rear entrance. She moaned... a pleasure filled sound that grated against my lower spine. This is Revenge for her. And eventually that would fade... and what would she have then?

You are better.

And I can only get better.

fin