0 comments/ 27266 views/ 0 favorites Final Fantasy: The Silent Star Ch. 1 By: Prince Mordecai Chapter 1 out of 104: Home so soon… In loving (ok, just 'fond') memory of Nycroft * * * * * Hi there. I'm Morton Andlehomin. My friends call me Morty. Or, when they're in a bad mood, Moriarty. It's a purely complimentary nickname, though. Ok, some people say I sometimes have a little tiny sadistic streak, but I'm never that bad. As this sordid story opens, I had just spent six years in France as part of a foreign exchange student program. I hat left home at the tender age of seventeen, which means— Holy smoke, was I twenty-three already? I sure didn't look it. I still look like a kid. I still have the little round face, the huge brown eyes, the short black hair that's always plastered down to my head like it was wet… I know I always wanted to look young, but at five foot six, I look practically prepubescent! I've never thought of myself as particularly attractive, but I must be, because those French girls were all over me. I guess it's true. They really do love a baby face. But you know what's really strange? Out of all 8 of my classmates, I was the only one who never slept with any of those girls more than once. They were surprised, saying that they 'hadn't thought me the type'. At the time, I hadn't known what they meant. But that's not important. At the start of this story, I had just scheduled a plane ride back home to my family's quiet Cincinnati suburb to see my family for the first time in six years. We had been expecting this for months, and we were all pretty excited about it. Especially little Natalie. She always got the giggles whenever I called her 'Naddie' (my pet name for her since she was six) over the phone. And this was one of the reasons that, well, I sorta forgot that she wasn't eleven anymore. That she was bound to have aged, too, since I saw her last. She would be what, seventeen now? Then, the slight mix-up with the airport computer happened, and I was kicked off my flight two weeks in advance. When I got the letter explaining this, I was angry. I called up the airport and got into a phone argument with an airline clerk who spoke little English. I'd learned to speak French pretty well over there, but for some reason this woman I was talking to insisted on trying to speak English, even though she was failing miserably. It ended with me hanging up the phone in disgust and driving over there myself in the middle of the night. Eventually, I got them to validate my tickets again, but when I got them back, I noticed they were new ones, for a different flight. And my departure date had been bumped to a week earlier than the previous tickets. This meant I left the very next night. I considered going back, but since I was already packed (I had been for a week already due to my excitement), and I was already so sick of arguing with those airline people, I decided to avoid making another scene. The next day, I checked out of my hotel at the crack of dawn. After a few hurried good-byes and jokes with my classmates, I slipped away and spent the day pacing up and down in the airport terminal. All through that time, I was so busy worrying about whether or not I was going to be able to get on the flight that I had no time to worry about anything else. After about fourteen hours, it finally came time to board my flight. And on the fourteen-hour flight back home, I had all the time in the world to worry about how things had changed. I was twenty-three now, and Natalie would be either just before or just after her eighteenth birthday… What if we didn't get along anymore? What if… etc. etc… And there was a whole mess of worries as to what my mom's cousin Jin-ka had done to them in my absence. I'll explain that one later. I drove those out of my mind, to be replaced by worrying about my dad and what he would think of the sort of person I had become. What if he didn't approve of me? What if mom didn't approve of me? Worse still, what if Naddie didn't? She had always lionized me before I left, but she was older now. More independent now. She'd probably expected me to come home a learned, hyper-intelligent, polylingual, suave, well-read hero. And I would be returning a bilingual, clumsy, semi-intelligent wastrel. She was bound to be disappointed in me. They were all bound to be disappointed in me. And Jin-ka… My blood ran cold as I suddenly thought of Jin-ka. I shouldn't even let him know I was back in America. Oh, the ribbing I would take from him and all his henchmen if they knew I had fallen an inch short of the boasts I had made about how I was going to 'hit it big' over there… How was I going to get anywhere near my old neighborhood without his knowing? Oh boy, this was going to be tough… After the remaining thirteen hours, fifty-nine minutes, and thirty seconds of similar thinking, nail biting, and coming up with a new problem every four seconds (I think I slept a few hours, but I'm not sure), I finally arrived back in good old Cincinnati. As I drove north from the Cincinnati airport, I neared NIKO territory. Our town used to be separate, but as Cincinnati grew, we sort of got absorbed into the suburbs. Now, of course, NIKO owns everything here, and Jin-ka is their local commander. He runs this place with an iron grip, and it would be difficult to go anywhere here without alerting him. I stopped for coffee on the edge of Jin-ka territory, and as I was cruising around, deliberately avoiding heading into it, I decided to go to the old park. That was within sight of my parents' house, but still not too far into Jin-ka jurisdiction. Of course, as I was cooling my heels on a bench planning my next move, I look over my shoulder just as Crazy Mary Ewestein, the town gossip, is out hanging up her laundry. And of course she recognizes me. "Little Morty Andlyhoming? Is that you?" she calls out. "Uh, yeah, I… I just got back a week early, and, um…" "Oh really? Well, you're outta luck. Frank and Katsie went out to a resort 'till Sunday. They just left not three hours ago. But little Natalie's home now, why don't you stop in and see her?" "Oh? Well, yeah, maybe… maybe I will. Umm… you wouldn't… tell any of my cousin's friends I'm back already, would you? "Your secret is safe with me, sir." She saluted. I saluted back and smiled. I had forgotten that she never liked Jin-ka. I drove up to the house and barged in. I found a note on the end table that read: "Back in 5 minutes. Natalie." It never occurred to me to wonder who that note was for. I took a little tour of the old place in the meantime. Enjoying all the new and old sights sounds and smells. It so happened that I was in the basement when I heard the front door slam again. I heard her sigh "thank heaven he's not here yet. I just have time to change…" When we were kids, I always used to hide on those stairs and sneak up on her as she walked in. Now I decided to do the same thing, for old times' sake. In this house, there is one large room with the long counter dividing the living room and the kitchen. At the end of the counter, on the far wall from the entrance (on the kitchen side) is the door to the basement. Thus, I was a little hard to notice from that angle, but I got a good view. My little sister had certainly grown into a very beautiful woman. From what I could see, she was about five foot two, with a lot of just-past-shoulder-length black hair that was basically straight, but seemed to have been cursed with static repel. Although the light was waning, it was easy to see she had developed a killer figure. But she dashed upstairs before I could signal my presence. I stayed where I was. Then, two minutes later, she came downstairs again. Due to the fading light, I couldn't see what she was wearing as she walked to the kitchen to answer the phone. Although she was under the clear kitchen light, her back was turned, so I couldn't really see her. "Yes? Hi, Brian! What? What do you mean, you can't make it tonight? … I see. Yes, tomorrow is fine… see you then." She slammed the phone down and swore. She then paced around the kitchen for a while in a huff before going over to the couch (which faces away from the kitchen). But as she was pacing around the kitchen, she was really mad. Also, for the first time, she was in clear light. And then, for the first time, I got a clear view of what was happening. She was wearing a vest that was so thin and so tight that there was absolutely no curve of her very ample chest that was not thrown into sharp relief. Each of her massive 38DD breasts was clearly visible through the completely skin-tight fabric, and the dark points of her half-dollar-size nipples poked through quite obviously, only barely concealed from direct view my the translucent milky white of the garment. Her black skirt was so short as to make a great deal of her plain white panties clearly visible, even when she was standing straight up. And she had hitched the thing up over her curvy hips to cover her midriff, so as to make it even more revealing down below. Her shoes were nothing special, just black high-heeled shoes with the heels broken off. She plopped down on the couch, looking dejected and lonely. The effect would have been about the same if she had greeted him totally naked in the first place, I thought to myself as I crept silently out of his hiding place and tiptoed across the softly carpeted floor. Because surely this guy, whoever he was, couldn't have been planning to take her out dressed like that; the police would have stopped them before they had gone two blocks. Or perhaps some gang would have waylaid them instead. And he would have been killed and she would have been dragged off, to frightened to resist, to some dark alley, where the hooligans would have copped about a zillion feels off her as they peeled that outfit off despite her sobbing protests. Then, they would have come closer, relished the look of petrified horror on that cute little tear-stained face, and then quickly swarmed all around the poor girl to feast on their prize— I shook my head wildly. Where had that train of thought come from? I had thought myself a civilized man, and yet I had pictured that grotesque scene in my head very vividly. And this was my own sister I was thinking of in this way! Of course, that outfit would turn any man on. Indeed, on any other woman, that outfit would have led me to spring on her without warning, rip it off, and perform the most unspeakable acts of carnage… Indeed, I could easily picture myself crossing the rest of this room now, sneaking quietly up on Natalie, jumping her, and— WHAT?! I slapped myself in the face and wiped the drool off with one motion. I must control myself. I must… But the sound of me slapping myself made her turn and see me walking slowly towards her. She leapt to her feet and looked at me with an "I am so dead" half-smile. "Oh! Er… H-hi, Morty, we… I… we didn't expect you back so soon…" "I know." I remarked, enjoying the cute blush on Natalie's face as she cringed in embarrassment at being caught in those clothes. "I came back a week early. And I heard Mom and Dad are away at that resort, so it looks like we have the house to ourselves all weekend." That hadn't come out quite right, and the look of shock that crossed her face showed that she had caught the unintentional double meaning in my remark. "I-I mean," I quickly endeavored to correct my mistake, "We have a lot of catching up to do, Naddie." I changed the subject. "Six years, hasn't it been? My goodness, Naddie, you've certainly turned into a beautiful young woman…" I kept my expression genial while I mentally kicked myself. I had been planning to say that to her when we saw each other again, no matter what she looked like. But with her dressed like that (If 'dressed' is even the word) almost everything I said seemed to take on a double meaning. When I looked at her face, I could see she was wondering if I 'meant what I meant' as the saying goes. She started chewing on her right index fingernail (a nervous habit she's had for years) and muttered, "I really missed you too…" I wisely decided against giving her a hug. But it didn't help that I was starting to have my own second thoughts about what the right course of action was. I reviewed my options. I could not deny that chance had placed a fantastic opportunity in my hands. I had several options, but ignoring that fact was not one of them. A little figure in angel garb appeared on my right shoulder. He informed me that the proper, moral, and Holy course of action would be best. This option would be: To control myself. Keep my hands to myself. Go against every basic instinct coursing it's way through my central nervous system. And to ask her to change into some real clothes. And it was true that incest was wrong. That to take advantage of the poor little kid in this way would, according to the 'experts,' damage her psychological foundation beyond emotional repair. That there would be hell to pay if absolutely anyone found out. And, worst of all, he reminded me of the risk of impregnating her. Then, the customary Devil Me appeared on my left shoulder. He rationalized as follows. She was probably already on the pill if she was dressed like that in the first place. The same 'experts' who talked of psychological damage are the same know-it-all group who claimed that prolonged exposure to TV, video games, and anything else fun would corrupt innocent minds. If that was true, both her and me should be homicidal maniacs by now. Besides, if she was wearing that outfit with a guy allegedly on his way, how innocent could she be? And, as the final blow, keeping my hands to myself would not only be incredibly difficult, but also incredibly painful as well. Besides, not only could I not resist her, I realized I also honestly didn't want to. To give my moral side credit, my mind was not made up before this argument, although it was afterwards. The satanic side of me drop kicked the moral side out of this story, and then continued. Besides, he elaborated, she could not possibly resist me. Not only was I attractive, but also much stronger than she was. But, even if I didn't want to hurt her (which I didn't), I could just threaten to call mom and tell her what her dear sweet Natalie was wearing and why. Mom may have changed somewhat in six years, but not enough to avoid turning nasty if she heard of this. And when she was nasty, nothing I could do to Naddie would possibly be as painful as the tongue-lashing she would receive from our over-protective, disillusioned mother. That clinched it. Over the few seconds this decision took, I kept looking Naddie up and down. She was standing with her arms in front of her. She kept looking at the floor and chewing her fingernail, and from the look in her eyes during those little upward glances she gave me, I could tell she could see I was working things out. "You know, Naddie," I said, starting the games, "Technically, I should call mom and tell her what you're wearing…" But the instant I took one step towards the phone, she threw herself into my path and blocked me. "P-P-Please don't tell her… you wouldn't do that to me, Morty, w…would you?" I cut her off. "Naddie, you know, all kidding aside, this is very serious… I still think I should call mom anyway." "NO! I—I'll do anything, just don't…" she squeaked as I brushed past her. I picked up the phone and (this was just to scare her, I didn't even dial a number) started to say "Operator, give me—" and was cut off by her running up to me, reaching up and kissing me full on the mouth! Needless to say, I hung up the phone. She pulled away, and slowly backed away a few steps, panting and blushing. She kept nervously moving her eyes all around the room. She reached a distance of about 5 feet, and we both stood there for a few seconds in awkward silence. She managed to look incredibly shy and yet subtly seductive at the same time. "Well" I said. "Well" she replied. We stood there a couple more seconds. Finally I started moving. I saw her eyes widen when I started walking towards her, and she started chewing her fingernail again, but she didn't move. I crossed the few steps (that took what seemed like hours to walk) and placed my hands on her shoulders. I felt a little shiver, and she looked down at the floor, by which she couldn't help but catch sight of the large bulge forming in my own loose clothing. I heard a little tiny whimper when she saw that. I then took my right hand off her shoulder and patted her ear with it, Then I formed a fist (out of her sight) with the index finger extended partially. I slipped this finger under her chin and slowly drew her head up to look at me. She had a cute little wide-eyed, partially open-mouth expression on her face. I slowly leaned in for a kiss, being careful to keep my eyes a crack open to judge her reaction. She hesitated a bit, then closed her eyes and stretched her neck up to meet me halfway. I stopped just short and pulled my head away. After a moment, she opened one eye to see why I hadn't connected. Once her eyes were open, I took my hands off and turned away. Now this is interesting. I had intended to just say my next lines with my back turned for dramatic effect. But the moment I felt he r arms drape around me from behind, her hair against my cheek, and those breasts pressing into my back, I knew something was wrong. I realized that it must have looked to her (and even, in hindsight, to me) like I had changed my mind and was going for the phone again. I knew then that I had her completely in the palm of my hand. Just to reassure her, I stopped moving, put one hand on hers, and patted her head with my left hand. "You know, Naddie," I said, "It takes a lot of courage to do what you've done. That outfit must be hideously uncomfortable." I felt her nod and heard her "Mm hmm" softly. "Well then, why don't you take it off and be more comfortable?" I suggested. I heard her gasp and draw away a little. I pulled her hands off me and turned around. "You heard me, Naddie. Besides, you shouldn't be wearing that in the first place. Take it off right now." She just stood there looking sheepish, so I moved my hand slowly towards the phone. She whimpered a little, then started to move her hands in the right direction. "Stop." I said. She stopped and looked at me quizzically. "Here, let me do it." I stepped behind her as she gave a little yelp of surprise. I wrapped my arms around her, and proceeded to squeeze her protruding nipples through the fabric while squeezing the rest of her breasts with my hands. She tensed up a little, then started breathing heavily, but other than that there was no reaction. After a few seconds of this, I hooked my thumbs under the side edge where the sleeves would begin, and pulled it out and in, exposing her luscious breasts. Now at this she gasped a little. I stepped back in front of her to admire them in full. She was blushing and looking away, but I could see she had this kind of open-mouthed grin on her face. I stepped forward, took a hold of the bottom edge of the thing, and with one quick motion whipped it up and off her. I lightly tossed it aside as she covered her chest with her hands suddenly. I then knelt down, reached up, and slid her panties down her legs. I noticed her pussy was shaved completely smooth. As she stepped out of the panties, I also slipped those shoes off. I slid them off to the corner where I tossed her shirt. As I stood up, I also unzipped her skirt and let it fall down. As she stepped out of that, too, I kicked it over. "Now," I asked of my sister, "Doesn't that feel better?" She seemed too nervous to answer. I raised her head to look at me, leaned close to her ear, and whispered "Would it be any better if I took off my clothes too?" Final Fantasy: The Silent Star Ch. 1 She gasped again and jumped away, looking me up and down a little. "C'mon, Naddie," I said, pulling my shirt off, "It'll be just like playing 'Doctor' when we were kids. You remember that, don't you?" She kind of opened her mouth, but no sound came out. I kicked off my shoes and socks, and then stripped off my pants and boxers. Well, actually, I tried to strip off my boxers, but I couldn't get the elastic over my hard-on without extreme discomfort, so I just unbuttoned them instead. My hard-on sprung up to greet her. Her eyes widened at the sight of it, and she crossed her arms a little tighter. "There," I said. "Comfy now?" She started zipping her eyes around again. "Now, why don't you tell doctor Morty where it hurts?" I said in a sweet voice, taking a couple of steps towards her. She blushed even deeper and her jaw dropped a little. I put my arm around her and walked her back in front of the couch. There, I proceeded to squeeze and pinch her breasts for a while, cooing "Does it hurt when I do this, little girl?" over her low moans. I then pushed her down on the couch, making her lie straight amid her yelps of surprise. I moved my hand down her and smoothly slipped my middle finger inside her. I wiggled it around for a couple seconds, her squirming and moaning the whole time. I said "Or perhaps here instead?" After a few more seconds, I said, "No? Well, then, I think I know what's wrong. Come here, it's prescription time…" I hauled her to her feet. She looked up at me in surprise. "I know just what you need…" I whispered as I cupped her face and slowly brought my mouth down on hers. She reacted with a surprised "Mm…" then tiptoed, closed her eyes, and pressed her face up to meet mine. I put my other hand on her shoulder, and she put her hands on my sides. We just stood there like that for a few more seconds, but it seemed like hours. Eventually, I broke the kiss, grabbed her and collapsed on the couch with her. She was pinned in the corner between the back and the cushions, so she was completely trapped. I didn't have time to gauge her reaction as I wedged her legs open with one of mine. I pressed up against her tight as I moved my cock head to the outermost folds of her pussy. I heard her "Mm!" in shock, but I slowly pressed into her anyway. We both made a sharp intake of breath, and I felt her legs open a little to wrap around me a little. We just lay there stunned for a few more moments before I slowly started pumping in and out of her. As I clumsily found my rhythm, we both kind of flailed about a little for a while. After a little more pumping, I looked down and gasped "Feel any better, little Naddie?" To my surprise, she looked up at me with half-lidded eyes and kind of smiled in a dazed sort of way. Half-gasping for breath, she put her right hand behind my head and her left hand below my back. She murmured "Yes… All better now…" and pulled me down to kiss her. In that one embrace, with our arms and legs sprawled around each other and pointing in odd directions, time seemed to freeze. I thought hard and fast through those hours that took place inside those three and a half seconds. So this was it. I was actually screwing my little sister. When I had first decided to coerce her into this, I had thought she would never forgive me, but she actually seemed to be enjoying this… The way she looked at me, that wasn't a look of disgust or fear. She was looking at me as though I was the hero of one of those romance novels… I shook off that thought and all others as I felt us both approaching "The Moment," as it is called in said books. As that feeling began building in my loins, I looked at her. She nodded slightly, which I interpreted as a green light. And so, with one final push, I thrust myself into her as far as I would go and unleashed my seed… Into my little sister. After the customary gasping and moaning subsided, we both lay there panting for a while, looking around us with wide, bewildered, "Did that just happen?" eyes. Eventually, we separated clumsily. I turned away from her and sat up because my leg was falling asleep, but it must have looked like I was starting to get up. I felt her hand on my shoulder. As I turned back towards her, she murmured "Please don't go…" and looked at me with gentle, pleading eyes as she gently put her other hand on my face. "I missed you so much…" she moaned. As I was wondering what I had got myself into, she drew me down into another smoldering slow kiss. She stated rubbing up against me, and I, never one to refuse an invitation, rose to the occasion, much to my own surprise. What with her kissing me and rubbing those beautiful bare tits of hers into my chest, my cock sort of sprang back to attention. And as it did that, the tip came to rest against her just-ravaged petals. When she felt this, she thrust her hips forward and impaled herself upon me all over again. We started moving again, but neither of us really lasted long this time. This time, she came first. We didn't separate afterwards, but just lay there, my limp cock still resting partially inside her. We just lay there, kissing and running our hands over each other. Eventually, we had to go up for air, and as I was still gasping for breath, I heard her whisper "I love you." Ho boy. * * * This chapter is dedicated to Nycroft, a brilliantly perverted hentai artist who died in the September 11 attacks. Well, I hoped you liked it, and if you didn't, 'Fuck Thou', because there's plenty more to come. 104 chapters' worth, in fact, of mind-blowingly perverted sexual fantasy surrounding a puzzling mystery and heart-stopping suspense. Unfortunately, I will not be able to publish them here because of that stupid "No Underage Characters" rule, but I'll put those up somewhere else. Standard disclaimers apply, such as 'flames will not be read, so don't bother.' Ah well, have a nice day anyway. And if you're a bad driver, speed up so you'll be off the road by the time I get there. May thy happiness be forever as it art now. —Prince Mordecai ;) Final Fantasy: The Silent Star Ch. 3 Chapter 3: Key to the City Sarah Kaye sat at her kitchen table, sipping coffee and reading the evening paper. She sighed impatiently and shuffled the paper noisily. He was out late again. She knew his stories about paperwork were true; he wouldn't have the guts to cheat on her. But he was letting his job come between them… as if anyone would notice if he took the year off… Not that she was any better off. Sarah Kaye was a bright young Washington investigator who, according to her friends, "hoped someday to be confused with an important person." But her job was not just to snoop around randomly for corrupt officials and quiz shows. Her job was more specific. She was part of a secret task force fighting against NIKO, and as such was one of the few people who knew of it's activities. She found it sickeningly ironic that the only important tasks she ever got were the ones she couldn't tell her friends about. Her fiancé Danny, on the other hand, was what he appeared to be, sadly. Just your average paperwork-monger. Why she had agreed to marry him; in the process going against her family's advice, her religion, her principles, and even her own better judgement; she would never know. Thank heaven there had been no fixed date set for the wedding, so she still had plenty of time to change her mind. Although she was fast approaching thirty, she still had an impressive figure. A soft, rounded face with piercing light copper eyes and a severe expression was complimented by very neat shortish blond hair, which was parted on the left side, swept over her head and hung down shoulder-length on the right side. 36c breasts, slender hips, and medium-long legs rounded her off. She sighed sharply and eyed the sealed manila envelope on the table. She had been instructed to open her orders at 2200 hours, and it was 2158 now… She reached out and tore open the envelope. As usual, it just told her about another top-secret meeting, at which a thorough report of the latest atrocity committed by the fine people at NIKO would be given, and no plans would be offered to stop them. This was ridiculous. Why couldn't they just do something about them, instead of just sitting back and letting the Neo Fascists keep them in check? The Neo Fascists were unreliable, uncontrollable, unpredictable, vicious, ruthless, and no better than NIKO. And yet the only thing preventing either group from launching a Fourth Reich and declaring war on the world or something was the other group. But they didn't stop each of them from perpetrating the most unbelievable atrocities, slaughtering entire towns, or kidnapping heads of state, and that was just for starters. It was ridiculous. And she and all the others were forced to just sit on their hands while all these travesties of justice were being perpetrated and gotten away with right under their noses. It made her sick to her stomach to think about it. Suddenly, the back door flew open, and Danny was there. "Where have you been?" She asked angrily, even though she already knew the answer. She was just in a crummy mood and she needed someone to lash out at. And he just happened to be there. "You know where I've been, I've been at the big Washington Lawyers' Convention!" (this was his private name for the place where he worked.) He never lost his good cheer, which she found infuriating. If there is anything a depressed person hates, it's a cheerful person. "I need to go." "Why? The meeting doesn't start for 2 hours!" "I just want to be there in time is all." She said gruffly. As she was walking towards the front door, she heard him say, "I know what you need…" And before she could react, she was tackled from behind. His hands reached up to paw at her through her suit before pulling it out of the way to paw at her bare tits. "Oh, so that's the way you wanna play it, huh?" She purred, her mood changed in an instant. She quickly gained leverage with her strong legs and flipped over so she was suddenly straddling him. He had an excited, expectant look on his face. She sat up on him and slowly, teasingly, slid her panties off down through her short, tight skirt. She was careful not to allow him a direct view of what lay underneath until they "You like this, big boy?" she growled as she opened his pants and let it all come up. It sprang up and slapped against her thigh. Her dripping pussy was now right above it, but she said, "You will go there when I say so, not before. I am in charge here, and you will follow my command. Is that clear? He nodded meekly. She started tormenting him by moving up and down, her inner thighs sliding against his dick. She could have tormented him like that for hours, but he would have none of it. He shifted his weight a little, so that when she came down, she slipped and kept going down. He slid up and into her easily. She was surprised enough to allow him to reach up and roll over again, so now he was doing her from behind. Disoriented, she fought to regain control of the situation, but he started pumping in and out of her with such force that she was rocked off her hands and knees by the force. She felt herself being dragged helplessly along the floor, only to be slammed back again with each thrust of his hips. She was never in one position long enough to get a handhold on the floor. There was nothing she could do now. He moved his hand down to her clit and squeezed. He squeezed hard. He squeezed harder and harder until he heard her scream in pain, and then he began tickling it softly. Now her squirms were less focused, more erratic. Suddenly, she heard the alarm on her watch going off, and everything stopped. "Where does the time go?" She moaned as she slid off of him and pulled her clothes back in order. She hastily arranged her files and slipped out the door, muttering a rushed "I love you." To him. As she was heading towards her SUV, she sighed. That was the reason. Now if only she had enough time to explore it. As she drove to the location of the secret meeting, she took one last look over the files. There was never anything she had missed, but it never hurt just to be safe. As she arrived, she was greeted a little too warmly by Martin Adair, the new advisor to the secretary of defense. He was a man of the foulest antecedents, most famous for his nasty habit of overdoing every good thing to the point where he was rapidly losing the popularity that his commitment to said good things had earned him. "Hello!" Adair waved to her. She politely waved and smiled. Once the meeting had begun, a lot of talk about nothing took place. Eventually, though, Sarah wasn't the only one who wanted to talk about the NIKO problem. Adair took the stand and said what his spies had learned. (BRIEF EXPLANATION: Every one of them already knew that NIKO wasn't just another world-domination group. They were a cult. Art Mawlind had actually lobbied to make NIKO a religion. And they were searching for some priceless relic thingy in the African jungle. That was what they were really after, although no one knew why. Also, no one knew why NIKO only appointed lottery winners to their inner circle. It seemed a stupid system. They contacted every big winner immediately, but so far only 6 people had joined them. Their entire inner circle consisted of thse 6 people, and most of them were harmless idiots. There was only one of them that was really any danger. That was Jin-ka, Mawlind's right-hand-man. Sarah did not remember that Jin-ka and her had gone to the same high school. She had been a senior the year he had been a freshman. He did remember her, but we'll go into that later.) Adair said that his spies had learned the location of the ancient Lost City that NIKO had been searching for. He also said that he had in his possession a copy of the 'key' needed to enter the city. He suggested dispatching a team to beat them there. This plan met with general approval. But as to who would go… Sarah was very surprised, and pleased, to hear her own name being picked. TO BE CONTINUED... * * * * * You have just been introduced to the main character, just so you know. And now, if my devoted fans will excuse me, I will be taking the weekend off and racking my rattled and addled brain as I feebly attempt to imagine an enjoyable scenario for what's happening meanwhile with our esteemed narrator. —Prince Mordecai ;) Final Fantasy: The Silent Star Ch.4 Prince Mordecai: okay, so Chapter 3 needed a few more rewrites. I think you’re making too big a deal about it. I was under the influence of … at the time, which is probably the only reason i sent it in as-is. I wonder if Literotica would let me recall it. Ah well, too late anyway. Chapter 3 served to introduce who will eventually become the main character and to update you on the political situation of this ‘not-too-distant future’ earth that i am portraying. Perhaps i should have left the sex scenes out of that one altogether, but it’s too late for that now. Also, I think now I will take the opportunity to answer a few of the accusations put to me by your reader feedback. Item 1: "I don’t get the ‘Final Fantasy’ title! I don’t see a connection!" Reply: You will. Just be patient. Item 2: "Make the sex scenes longer and more descriptive." Reply: I suppose you think it's easy. Okay, show me something you’ve written, then you can complain about my problems. Besides, some chapters are bound to be worse than others. If you're having problems, just hang in there 'till chapter 5. A real treat, I promise. Item 3: "Where will you be posting the chapters that you won't be posting here because of that sissy no-underage-stories rule?" Reply: I don't know yet. Rest assured, I will tell you as soon as I know myself. Item 4: "I think you’re a terrific writer. Your stories are the best ones on the site." Reply: You see, Eriza? Other people think so, too. Incidentally, as of today, i will no longer be reading ‘reader feedback.’ if you have something to say to me, e-mail me directly. ( amateria@otakumail.com ) if you're not willing to let me write back, your opinions can't be worth listening to. —Prince Mordecai Chapter 4 of 106: Back at school Our parents had been back for a week now. I had learned many things I did not know. As I lay in bed half-asleep one fine morning, I thought about my agenda for the day. I was to accompany Naddie to school to meet her friends at 8, and I was to be at the mansion of Jin-ka for lunch at noon. As I lay in bed, eyes closed, still too close to asleep to think coherently, I noticed a peculiar sensation in my lower areas. I was a little too groggy to think about it much, except that it felt nice. It was kind of like… there are no similes for it. The good feeling was building, though, I could feel some kind of pressure building. And suddenly I sat up just as I came powerfully. As the jets subsided, I sighed (now THAT'S the way to wake up!), but then some kind of 'wait a minute… what the…?' feeling hit, and my eyes snapped open. There was a lump on top of me under the covers, preventing me from moving. I threw the covers aside to reveal my little sister Natalie (Naddie for short) kneeling on my bare legs, my pajama bottoms 'round my ankles. "Naddie!" She looked up at me, a cute blush on an innocent face, and a thin strand of white goo connecting her mouth to my still-upright cock. After the shock wore off, she swallowed, smiled, and giggled. She then lunged forward, threw her arms about me happily, and squealed, "Rise and shine!" "Sh!" I quieted her. If our parents heard her… She didn't seem to get the… awkwardness… of the situation, but she did quiet down. "What's wrong, didn't it feel good?" "Of course it did… but Naddie, you're my sister, so you really should stop doing that!" Naddie gave a bewildered grin. "But you're the one who started it, fucking me right after you moved in!" "Uh… yeah, Naddie… but I was wrong… it was just… it's not right…" "Not right? But Morty… we love each other, right?" "Well… yeah, Naddie, of course we do, but…" "So what's wrong?" before I could answer, she reached forward and kissed me on the mouth. I know what you must be thinking from this dialogue, and you're going to have to know sometime, so I guess I should tell you now. My own dirty little secret: If Naddie sounds retarded to you, you're right. When my parents had come back after the weekend, after the traditional tearful hellos, they said that I was probably wondering why she was acting so strangely. When I gave an embarrassed nod, they spilled the beans: Shortly after I left, Naddie had been diagnosed with some fourteen-letter brain disease that leaves her with the emotional maturity of a 5 or 6 year-old child. They hadn't told me about it in their letters or over the phone because they didn't want me to worry (should give you a clue as to how bright THEY are). But everyone in town and at school knew (including the famous 'Brian' who had convinced her to dress up like she did that first night), and was very understanding, so she had had no trouble making friends. But because I hadn't known it when I first came back, I was now trapped in an incestuous relationship with my little sister. And it was too late to do anything about it. If it came out now, not only would I be ostracized for incest, but also, in a way, for something akin to child molestation. You see, Naddie is of-age, (albeit just barely) but whatever this brain disorder is that she has makes her act about ten years younger. She thinks she's an innocent little kid. This Brian character had no doubt taken advantage of her insatiable innocence to trick her into agreeing to do it with him that night. And when I had screwed her instead, I had thrown a switch in that damaged little mind that turned me into her boyfriend in her eyes. Even worse, she told me that she had been a virgin until that night (she had lost her hymen by accident in our home exercise gym) … so there's some added guilt. And since then, she wants it every morning! …And every afternoon… …and twice at night… Who’d have thought my own little sister could be so fucking horny? Worse, to reject her now would probably just make her cry until I relented or, worse, until our parents asked her what was wrong. But I only realized these things about her when I was already in this mess too deep to get out. Remember, I didn’t know she was retarded when I first came back. Please believe that I would never have done what I did if I hadn’t sincerely believed that she was a normal, non-virgin girl who had entirely gotten herself into the situation I found her in (okay, MAYBE I would have… but I MIGHT have been able to control myself). But it was too late now. If I resisted, she’d go running crying to mom, mom and dad would find out what was going on, and dad would bludgeon me to death. So, as long as I had to play along just to keep her happy, I might as well… enjoy it. (I know what you're thinking, and just so you know, I honestly do not know whether I actually was afraid of that or whether I was just trying to self-justify my actions.) With half-lidded eyes, I gazed at the glorious feast sprawled in front of me. I could see her breasts swinging down free in her loose T-shirt, and those ultra-short jean cut-off shorts she wore to bed were riding up so high I could see the bottom of her ass. She smiled at me, though I could see she didn’t notice where I was looking, although she wouldn’t have cared if she had. Suddenly, she reached down and unbuttoned her shorts, allowing the front to fall open, allowing me to just barely make out the cleft of her pussy lips. She then reached up, grabbed my hand, and guided it down into the garment. I took the opportunity to drag my finger lightly along her sensitive folds. I brought some of the juice I found down there up for her to see. "Why Naddie, you naughty girl!" I growled playfully. "You're all wet!" She giggled, and licked my finger clean. She then pulled her shirt over her head with one quick movement. Her large breasts jiggled slightly out in the open. Now, with both of us working together to get her shorts off, it was amazing how long it took. I think it had to do with how much she squirmed… Anyway, she was now naked, frantically kissing my neck as she climbed on top of me. She was so eager to get me inside of her that I didn't even get a chance to kiss her before she slid down onto my shaft. Within a second, she was bouncing up and down on top of me, happy as could be. I kissed her with about as much passion as I could muster that early in the morning. She leaned back and pulled me down with her so she was laying back on the bed and I was on top of her, pounding down into her. The look on her face was so sweet, all giggling innocence, and she reached up and kissed me again, whispering, "I love you so much…" It was all so overwhelming that I barely noticed my own orgasm building in my thighs. Hoping against hope that she had taken the pill before sneaking into my room (like a good little girl), I tensed up and released in a powerful blast. I've never been good for more than twice in a row, so after that, I just rolled off her and lay there panting. She seemed a little disappointed, but took it relatively in stride, apart from draping herself across me and sticking her nipple in my mouth. "Breakfast! Is it yummy?" "Mm hmm." After a bit of suckling, I managed to drag myself away from her. Taking a few moments to toss on some clothes, I made my way to the door. Pausing only to turn and tell her to put some clothes on before she followed me downstairs, I headed down the stairs to where mom and dad were sitting at the table. Since this fiasco had started, I had a hell of a time making sure Naddie didn't spill the beans to them. I had taken to eating breakfast up in my room, then staying home with mom while dad went out to his job (he was a doctor). I went out in the late mornings, and in the afternoon I stuck around home, tying up both phone lines and our Ethernet connection. I had to get home by noon at the latest and stay there, because I had no idea when Naddie was going to get home, and I couldn't risk leaving her alone with mom for any length of time. When Naddie went out, she went to her temp job (electrical engineering at the McCormick Institute—I'll explain later). She was pretty isolated there, so I didn't need to worry about her talking too much there. But today, she was headed back to school, and I had to go with. Ostensibly as a sort of solo reunion, but really I needed to keep Naddie out of trouble. I took both our breakfasts upstairs, but instead of dropping hers off in her room I found her still in mine. So we ate breakfast together, sitting on my bed, her not bothering with clothes. Which would probably have been arousing enough to get me up for a third time in one morning, except she was eating Pokémon cereal out of a little yellow plastic bowl with the alphabet printed on the rim. That kind of took the edge off of me. In fact, I nearly burst out crying. Naddie tried. She ate as fast as she could, and the instant she was done, she reached across the table and kissed me. I pushed her away as gently as I could, and told her to get dressed. One good thing about having a retarded girlfriend is that she does anything you ask without a lot of dumb questions. That and she never stays mad at you for more than 3 minutes, then she forgets why she's mad. The walk to school was uneventful, and soon I found myself in the old courtyard I knew and despised. I had sort of been looking forward to meeting up with some old friends, but when I actually got there, I remembered that this wasn't some big reunion; I was the only one returning. I was anxious to meet this Brian, wondering at the mentality of anyone who would deliberately coerce poor Naddie into dressing like she had that first night, even after he knew about her. But I had no idea who he was or what he looked like, so I just figured that Naddie would point him out when he came by. But the next person who came out of hiding to greet me was not Brian whoever, but rather someone I knew, although it took me a moment to remember him. Shinji Oikawa walked around the side of the building, his face brightening as he recognized me. Shinji had been a freshman during my senior year. He had jumped a grade to get into high school at 13, so now he would be… 19. Six years… why was he still here? Same reason as me? That seemed unlikely. He was a short half-Japanese kid, about 5’ 3", with big, wide, sad brown eyes and smooth black hair. He had a round, youthful face and a lean body, and always came to school in the traditional Japanese school uniform despite the fact our school had no dress code. He was a quiet sort of person of above average intelligence. When I was at school with him, he had always been following me around, hanging on my every word so much you'd think he owed me money. I kind of liked him, and it was pretty convenient having my own private henchman, but I’d be lying if I said I thought about him much over in France. I was surprised to see him still there, and I said so. He looked at me with a look that seemed to be nothing short of idol worship, and explained. He should have graduated 2 years earlier, but he had been held back twice because of a variety of accidents and screw-ups not his fault, as well as a string of teachers that hated him so much that they flunked him on purpose. I didn't think of him as the sort of person who would be hated by teachers, and I said that, too. "R-really?" he squeaked and looked at his feet. "Actually, most of the teachers here fail me on purpose because… of these stupid rumors… about my summer job." There was some more to that conversation, but it's not really important. What was important was what then slinked out from the woodwork: 6 foot 3 quasi-Hispanic man with black hair, stubble, a muscular chest, a rugged, masculine face and a bronze tan. He was, as I have described, devastatingly conventionally handome, in blue jeans and a white blazer. As I recoiled in disgust, this figure of hideousness pranced over to us with a macho grin, scooped up Naddie, and gave her a 15-second kiss. As they broke it, he held her at arm's length and leered, "Morning, Nat." "Um… uh… h-hi, Brian." So this was the pervert who would deliberately, knowing full well what he did, coerce a retarded young girl into sex. "So you're Brian." The lecher lost his stupid grin and turned to me with disdain in his eyes. "That's right. Brian Carsghaw. Who the fuck are you?" Naddie butted in. "Um… he's my brother." Brian grinned and snorted. "Ha! So this little runt is the hero who went to France? Now I know why you're so screwed up, Nat, with family like this. The twerp looks like he's 10, for fuck's sake! How the fuck old is he supposed to be, anyway?" "23" I replied calmly. "Ha! That's the stupidest fucking thing I ever heard in my entire fucking life! Come on, Nat, let's get the fuck outta here." He grabbed Naddie by the wrist and started to drag her off, but I grabbed her other hand and started a brief tug-of-war. "Interesting taste in what you have your girls wear when they pretty up the house for your arrival." I calmly intoned. He sneered. "Oh yeah? And just what are you gonna do about it, you little twerp?" but I noticed he let go. He turned away and stormed towards the school gates. As he reached them, I heard him growl, "Hey, tittie toots…" before he was knocked onto his back by the fist of a beautiful woman in a business suit with a no-nonsense expression and shortish blond hair. She strode over the body of the prostrate lecher and into the courtyard. She made her way over to the nearest place where she could go unnoticed and still have a view of the gates, ignoring the cheers from all the males present. There were some more introductions, to Naddie's almost-as-giggly friends, and to their weather-beaten boyfriends. A few minutes later, a limo pulled up and pulled away so fast I barely saw it. And where it had been stood Jin-ka. I didn't recognize him at first because of the long, flowing light brown wig he wore over his own short dark blond hair. But that maniacal grin gave him away. Also he walked right up to me and Naddie and threw his arms around the both of us with a cheerful hello. "Morty! Naddie! How are you two?" Let me explain. In the week I'd been back, he had been acting like we were old friends, instead of distant enemies, which was what I remember us being. Naddie and I had had lunch with him every day, and he had been very talkative, and almost never stopped smiling. So I wasn't surprised at his attitude toward me, I was just surprised to see him there. As I looked briefly around, I noticed that several of the students were visibly terrified of him. I wondered what he had been up to while I was away, but all I said was, "Fine… what are you doing here?" He just pulled away and smirked. "I should ask the same of you, but anyway, I just dropped by to say hi to Naddie and have a talk with a couple of the teachers." Naddie turned to her noticeably frightened friends and said, "Um… this is my cousin Jamie," in a rather low voice. Her friends squeaked, almost in unison, "Th-this monster is your cousin?" Despite the fact that almost everyone in the courtroom heard those girls shrieking, Jin-ka himself appeared not to. His smile didn't even flicker. Except when his eyes drifted over to where the blond was sitting, he grimaced a little and muttered, "That woman over there is Sarah Kaye, an old friend of mine. Whatever you do, don't talk to her. OK?" Sarah frowned on the outside, but smiled on the inside. Finally, she'd found a connection. Because Jin-ka had had his name changed, relations were almost impossible to trace by conventional means, and they couldn't keep a watch on who came to visit him, because of his man-traps (More on that later) in all the possible vantage points. Now, here were some cousins. She didn't quite have a plan, but she could talk to them and find out how much they knew. And, she couldn't help but notice even though she was already engaged, that boy, Morty he had called him, was pretty hot. —TO BE CONTINUED Final Fantasy: The Silent Star Ch.5 Prince Mordecai: I am so sorry it took so long to get chapter 4 up; I was in the hospital for 3 months undergoing several strings of emergency detox procedures. Actually, I'm back here, but at least now they let me use my laptop. They tell me that after all I've done to myself, it's a miracle that I'm coherent enough to type. Well, I shertainly showd tghem, dyd I nat? And now, ladies and gentlemen (if there be any ladies or gentlemen among you), I ask you to join me on a trip to africa to meet more characters, including (eventually), Mr. Art Mawlind himself! —Prince Mordecai. Stephanie Derounian launched a lightning-fast kick at the wooden practice dummy in front of her. The puppet’s head split down the middle, the smaller half falling on the coarse grass of her backyard. She ran her fingers through her long black hair; almost wishing she had an audience for her practice. But the tall grey picket fence surrounding the yard kept her neighbors’ eyes off of her practice. She suddenly launched a fury of punches and kicks that broke the dummy’s arms and legs off at the joints and split the body in two. This done, she walked over to the west edge of the yard, climbed up on the fence, and looked over the flat African savanna. There were some standard African animals just on the edge of the jungle in the distance. After gazing out at this vista for a minute, she turned and looked back at the town. Robert Derounian, the millionaire philanthropist, as well as Stephanie’s father, had built himself a brand new town out of 100 acres of African plains to house some of the Unfortunates Of The World that he had come over here to help. Most of them were political refugees from the Middle East. He had gone to live there, and taken Stephanie with him. It was certainly a fascinating place. Richard, her 25-year-old brother, had come there too, but he was so wrapped up in his charity medical work that they hardly ever met. Robert and Richard looked and acted almost exactly alike. They were kind-hearted wimps and suckers with youthful looks and male pattern baldness. They were both soft all over. Stephanie, at 18, was very fit and beautiful. She had long, silky black hair and a mild suntan that she had gotten since moving here 2 years ago. Cute 'teardrop' breasts, 34C-22-34 measurements, large maroon eyes, and subtly rippling muscles rounded off a 5’ 8" frame. She knew she was attractive from the stares she received from some of the males in the shelters, and I guess she must have had some lapses of modesty because her tan, while slight, was completely uniform, with no tan lines. In fact, when Stephanie and her friend practiced outside, whether they were together or not, they never wore any clothes at all. Her father and brother were never home, and they made sure that no one watched over the fence. The purpose of this nudity was solely to eliminate the restriction of movement caused by clothing, not to tease anyone. Not that anyone knew about this except her only friend down here, Lettie Derman. She had met Lettie when the Derman family had escaped from Afghanistan back in 2002 (10 years ago) and sought refuge with the mission. They were the same age, and both were crazy about martial arts. In personality, they were both proud, haughty, cold people who prided themselves on never giving in to their emotions. Honor and dignity were among the only things that mattered to them; if anyone ever found out about their nude practicing, they would both have died of embarrassment. Neither of them wore any clothes while sparring with each other, but for the reasons described. In fact, they rarely practiced together anymore. The last time they had fought in the nude, they had succumbed to their emotions. But I’m saving that story for a flashback in a later chapter ;) Today she knew her father was going to be home early, so she had kept her gi on. (A gi is like one of those white robes that karate students wear.) "Stephanie?" her father’s voice came suddenly, but not at all unexpectedly, from behind her. She spun around, smiling, and saw a visitor standing behind her father. He was a little gangly man with piercing eyes, dresses in a uniform that looked a little too fancy for a communist such as herself to appreciate. But beggars can’t be choosers, and she knew that she was probably going to have to be nice to this capitalist anyway. This man grinned and her father gasped, and she looked down to see that her gi had come open and her firm breasts were exposed. She gasped and closed it quickly, but the gangly man was still grinning, and her father still looked flustered. She tried to change the subject with, "Father, who are these men?" and gesturing at the little man and the two similarly dressed henchman-types standing behind him, just past the sliding glass door to their house. Robert stuttered, "Oh yes. Jin-ka, this is my daughter Stephanie." She moved to shake his hand, but he did not. He just looked at her, grinning like a maniac, as his friendlier-looking henchmen opened the sliding glass door and stepped out. "And this is Mr. Hollis," he pointed to the handsome blond who did shake her hand, "and Mr. Meerschaum." He gestured at the slightly mean-looking black-haired man who also shook her hand. "And now, gentlemen, make yourself comfy while Stephanie and I get ready for the party." This took her by surprise. "What party?" "Oh, didn’t I tell you? NIKO, another missionary group, is moving down here for a year or 2, we’re going to welcome them." Stephanie frowned, puzzled. Her father had never ‘forgotten’ to tell her this sort of thing before. Having some guys called NIKO down here was nothing especially new. It was just typical of the weirdoes he was always dragging down there to beg for money from. But he’d never ‘forgotten’ to tell her about it before. She walked with him into her room, where he showed her an absurd evening dress that he’d laid out on the bed. "Change into that. Your shoes are over there." He said gruffly and disappeared. She did as she was told. The dress was a full-length, clingy, shiny garment that matched the color of her eyes perfectly. The spaghetti-strap top half left a full third of her breasts exposed. The bottom went down to her ankles, but it still clung pretty revealingly. The black high-heeled shoes, and her long hair spread down around her back completed the effect. She was disgusted with how she looked. She was a martial artist, not some showpiece to impress her father’s clients! She left her home and walked over to the banquet hall. As she walked up to the front of the building in the rapidly fading light, she saw the dim outlines of about 50 people standing in neat rows in the street. The dim light made it impossible to see any detail, but she thought she could see that they all had guns slung over their shoulders. She frowned, looking at the figures which suddenly turned as one and marched in the opposite direction. As they changed angles, she saw the sun glint off a gold 4-bladed star surrounded by 6 dots sewn onto their backs. She was getting a little nervous. Was her father getting in over his head? For a while now, he had been squeezing money out of a pretty tough crowd. Did he know what he was doing? Robert, Richard, and Stephanie Derounian were all respected members of the communist party, and from what she had read, that star was a symbol of the NGMC in America. These guys were worse than capitalists, they were… She didn’t even want to think the word. As she walked in, she was conscious of quite a few well-dressed people walking around. There were the usual associates that she was supposed to flirt with but never did, and then there were some new people, presumably from NIKO, since they sere all dressed like Jin-ka and his henchmen. As she wandered around the hall, she noticed her father talking to those 2 weirdoes, and he seemed to have fallen into his usual nasty habit of falling to his knees and begging. Only he wasn’t on his knees, he was just looking at the henchmen, sobbing and wringing his hands. She edged closer and heard him moaning, "Oh no, please no, not that! Anything but that! Please, there must be some other way!" Corey hissed back, "Look, Derounian, I personally don’t like it either, but it’s not my decision which ideas I suggest to you, and as you said yourself, beggars can’t be choosers." Jin-ka himself was skulking behind them with a disgusted look on his face. He glanced over at her, and his expression changed to one of surprise. Alfred growled, "What Mr. Mawlind wants, Mr. Mawlind gets! And right now, he wants—" He was cut off by Jin-ka elbowing him sharply in the back. He turned around, glanced at her standing there, and went silent. Jin-ka turned to Robert and said, "Get the little one out of here, Derounian." Robert looked at her, and he turned white as a sheet. She just put her hands on her hips, frowned, and said testily, "Am I interrupting anything?" Her father looked at her strangely, almost sadly. She thought she could see him watching his life flash before his eyes, for some strange reason. Alfred whispered in his ear, "You want to help those people, don’t you?" There was a long, awkward pause, before he turned back to Corey and choked out, "Okay, it’s a deal." He then sighed, as though he had done something so horrible he could feel it scarring his conscience. She walked towards him. "Father, what have you just done?" He hugged her tight. "Oh honey, I’m so sorry." "What have I told you about calling me that?" "Sorry. Please… please don’t hate me." "Oh, father, of course I don’t hate you. No matter what you’ve done, I’ll forgive you. Just remember that." Out of her sight, he winced at her words. Behind her, Corey and Alfred exchanged knowing smirks. "So Robert, why don’t you go out and tell Mr. Mawlind that everything’s ready?" Robert looked shocked. "He’s here?" "Yes, he’s here now." "…now?" "Yes." He looked stunned. He turned to her and hugged her again. As he pulled away, something about the look on his face made her ask, "You’re coming back, aren’t you?" As he walked toward the door, he turned back and said, "Oh, yes." And smiled gently. He then jogged out the door, Jin-ka hot on his heels. "Punch?" said a voice from behind her. She turned and saw Corey gesturing toward a bowl filled with bright pink punch. "Um… I don’t think so." She said politely. She was not fond of fancy drinks. "Oh please, I made it myself." He persisted. Not wanting to hurt his feelings, she went and ladled herself a full cup, draining it with a gulp. She wrinkled her nose. "Is that alcohol I taste?" He looked apologetic. "Yes, I’m sorry, I forgot." "Oh… well, I don’t think I’ll try any more of this, then. I am sorry." "It is me who should be sorry." He said as he motioned for his servants to take the bowl away. They did so. She scowled softly, not approving of servility. She looked around, and saw that the people in the room were clearing out. Soon the only ones left in it were herself and the NIKO people. She walked around a little, having, for some reason, to lean on the table to steady herself. She checked herself. Surely one cup of that stuff wasn’t enough to make her so dizzy… but her mind was getting fuzzy and she couldn’t devote much thought to it. As she staggered around, some dim corner of her mind heard Corey say, "Okay, now everything is really ready." And laugh. She then saw, out of the corner of her eye, one of the servants running out the door. She stood there, swaying, as her father walked in with a few more henchmen right behind him, as well as that gangly guy whose name she couldn’t remember. What was happening to her? Her father looked terrified and guilty about something… She realized that her vision was blurring and darkening. As she stumbled through the emptying room, she looked up and saw the little gangly man laughing wildly, but she couldn’t hear anything. Her last conscious thought was, ‘Drugs… They drugged me…" Then she collapsed, and unconsciousness swept over her. She awoke in a dark room. The only light came from a small barred window at the top of one wall. She stood up slowly, dizzily. She noticed, with some surprise, that her hands were in handcuffs behind her back. Then she was startled by the sudden increase in light from the window. Apparently someone had been standing there and had moved away. What had he been waiting for? In the new light, she looked down at herself. She was wearing a purple short-sleeved shirt with several large rips and tears. One of these tears was directly over her left breast, which revealed the nipple and a good deal of the rest as well. The shirt was also cold and damp. These made it very clingy and slightly see through. All she had on below the waist was a pair of small, damp, thin white panties. She still had on the shoes she had been wearing earlier, but the heels had been chopped off. Her long hair was loose, hanging down her back, and the cold air in the room made her nipples erect. She looked at the far wall of the room. There was a large open doorway leading into a dark, arched hallway, the other end of which was hidden in shadows so she couldn’t tell how long it was. Since there was nothing in the room she was in, she stepped cautiously into the hall. As she tiptoed down the hall, she could hear voices and shuffling of feet from off to her right. Curious, she slipped along the dark wall, feeling blindly for an opening. She sort of fell into the side tunnel before she knew it was there. As she stumbled to her feet, she noticed a dull orange light coming from the other end. She walked down the tunnel slowly and silently. After a while, she bumped into a glass wall. Before she could react, an opaque one slid down behind her, trapping her. But then the wall on her left opened up to reveal a dark room. For want of a better option, she walked slowly in. It was so dark that it was impossible to judge the size of the room. But the instant she walked in, the door zipped shut behind her with a loud sliding sound. As she spun around to look, the lights flicked on from behind. She spun around again and saw that she was in a smooth stone room about the size of a football field with a door on the far side. And in it with her were about thirty naked men. Every one of them was wearing what looked like a white hockey mask with a variety of symbols painted on. Judging by their fighting stances, they were obviously skilled fighters. She winced at the sight of their rock-hard cocks, each one pointed straight at her. Now she realized what was going on. This absurdly revealing outfit, the handcuffs, it all made sense now. Someone had offered her up as bait for these men. Who would do that? Could her father have done it? No, he could never do such a terrible thing to his own daughter. Or could he? But she didn’t have time to wonder about that now, the nearest one was edging towards her slowly. There was a moment of silence. Then she broke into a run for the far door, weaving around the men trying to grab her. They caught her soon enough, only to be thwarted by her powerful kicks. She was a bit squeamish about going for the extremely painful area, an attack she regarded as barbaric. So most of her kicks were directed towards the head and mask. This put them out of action just as effectively, but it didn’t keep them out for as long. After a few seconds, they just kept getting back up. The fight waged on for several minutes like this, and soon the tide was turning against her. They were herding her away from the door, she couldn’t use her hands, and the feels they were copping were disorienting her. Inevitably, one or two of them slipped past her kicks and touched her before she could bat them away. They did not hurt her, but what they did do was far more subtle and damaging. They would cup her breasts, or drag their hand along the seam of her panties. She swatted them away, but the damage was done. Although it took her a while to realize what was happening, she understood before long, and it chilled her. These attacks were arousing her. And this arousal was clouding her judgement, slowing her reflexes, and making her clumsy. She was astonished at how easily aroused she was getting. The mere sight of all these naked men had made her pussy instantly dampen and all this slow teasing they were doing was only making it worse. Another one managed to drag his fingers along her exposed nipple, and she had almost hesitated in kicking him away. She almost wished that he, or one of them, would do it again. Her knees were weakening, her breathing was too short, her vision was getting cloudy, and her pussy was getting very wet. She had to do something. If she didn’t, these men would overpower her. Or worse, maybe they would arouse her to the point where she would fall willingly into their arms. They were trying to turn her into nothing but a little slut! This thought angered her, clearing her mind. With astonishing agility she leapt right over the head of the nearest man and raced for the exit. There were only two of them in the way. She only had to stop for a split-second to kick the first one away. And the other one was staying away! She was going to make it! She was so close… But as her foot hit the ground and she started to resume her run, she felt fingers graze her back just above her ass. She wasn’t worried, but when she tried to run, her legs seemed stuck, and she almost tripped. She looked down in horror to see that that rat had pulled her panties down to around her knees! Her legs were trapped by them! She looked up, and the one in front of her was right there reaching out to grab them before she could react. Panicking, she tried to reach out and knock his hands away with her head, but the one behind her grabbed her shirt and pulled her back with it. She looked down and saw the tears expand to expose both her breasts completely. Then the one in front yanked her feet forward out from under her with the panties, pulling them off in the process, and the one behind her yanked her torso back by the shirt, tearing that off in the process as well. She fell backwards onto the hard concrete floor, naked except for her shoes and handcuffs. From the moment they had pulled her off her feet, she had known that it was over. She was defeated. There was no way she could get back on her feet and get to the door now. In a moment or two they would have her completely in their power, and there was no way she could move fast enough to prevent that. All her supreme efforts had been in vain, and she was about to be raped. There were still about twenty of them still moving, and they gathered around her. She kicked violently trying to get a foothold and she almost succeeded, even though even as she rose to her feet she knew it was useless. And she was right; one of them on her right immediately grabbed her by the hair and threw her down on her stomach. She was still trying to fight them, but it was to no avail. One of them knelt between her legs and pushed her up on her knees with her head still on the ground. From there she watched in horror at this masked man gazed upon her defenseless pussy. She had a clear view, and she watched horrifiedly as he positioned his cock at her entrance. She screamed out, "Stop!" but to no avail, and she closed her eyes tight as the first one slid inside of her. She whimpered as it touched her barrier, but he just tensed up and rammed on through it. She cried out in pain, a few tears running down her face, but they took no notice. As the first one started pumping in and out, she felt her head being roughly yanked up by the hair. As her head was raised to face forward, she saw another one of them kneeling right in front of her and forcing her head down towards his cock. She sighed a sobbing sigh and opened her mouth reluctantly to accept it. As he shoved his cock into her little mouth, another joined him. This one grabbed her hair and twisted it, just to remind her to suck. Final Fantasy: The Silent Star Ch.5 Then the first one slid out of her. He was replaced by another one, who grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into a sitting position on his lap. He pinched her thigh to make her jump, and pushed her so as she came down, she sat down on his cock in one fluid motion. She barely moaned at this new invasion. Still another one came up behind her to one side, reached around her, and mauled her breasts roughly. Another joined the one in front, forcing her to suck two cocks at once. All this activity at once was making her dizzy. She felt dirty, used, afraid, but most of all ashamed. Ashamed that she was enjoying it. She had almost breathed a subconscious sigh of relief at that moment when she had realized that there was no way she would make it out of there a virgin, and now she was enjoying being raped. Her level of stimulus was off the chart, she was willingly sucking their cocks, and she was rocking up and down on the cock inside of her deliberately. Her face still suggested that she didn’t like it, but, she realized, she did. As if that wasn’t bad enough, both of the men behind her were mauling her breasts now, and there was another one in front, making her alternate between sucking three cocks at once. One of them came, his cum splattering all over her pretty face, mixing with the tears silently running down her cheeks. They had no way of knowing she was enjoying it. Over a few minutes, they raped her in many different ways, and she loved every minute of it. Slowly, she felt herself slipping away from her consciousness until her mind was completely lost to lust. It was that part of her mind that was disappointed when they stopped. The door she had come in by opened again, and they silently walked out. The door shut behind them, leaving the exit she had originally been trying to get to as the only way out of the room. After a few minutes, she dragged herself to her feet, and stepped on wobbly knees towards it. Her clothes were lying in shreds on the floor; there was no point in even trying to pick them up. Some part of her mind cautioned her about walking into yet another unknown room naked and in handcuffs, but the rest of her mind was still lost in a haze of sexual excitement. She was finding it hard to sort out her feelings, but she was sort of hoping that she would be raped again… She felt disgusted with herself for feeling that way, but she still stumbled forward. She pushed open the door and emerged onto the roof of a tall building in a bright sunny morning. The door clicked shut behind her, and clicked again as it locked. The roof was cut in three strips. The middle one of these was lowered to allow doors to be cut into the inside walls of the others. It was onto this that she emerged. There was a door on the opposite wall, but she didn’t go to it right away. Curious, she walked over to the edge and looked down. She saw a neat lawn with a dull stone path winding through it, leading from a small parking lot nearly a quarter-mile away to the entrance from the building. There were several people walking on it, but no one looked up to see the naked girl on the roof. She thought of calling down for help, but considered her situation, and decided against it. She could just imagine what any man would ask her to do to repay him for saving her, and her pussy became drenched imagining it. She stood there, looking down, until she felt dizzy, and nearly fell off. This startled her so much that she leapt back and fell backwards. She half expected a man to appear standing over her in that vulnerable position. But none did. She still bucked her hips up a little in a frustrated manner, though. She sighed in self-disgust. She was just too susceptible like this… what had they put in her drink? Was there also some kind of aphrodisiac effect to it? Back there when she was losing to the guys in hockey masks, she had felt her mind coming dangerously close to slipping away from her, and she hadn’t been completely coherent since. She climbed to her feet without using her hands again and walked over to the other side. She looked down on a breathtakingly beautiful water garden that stretched over a series of hills as far as the eye could see. She forgot her predicament momentarily as she took in the stunning landscaping. A high, forbidding-looking wall surrounded the grounds, which easily covered nearly five hundred acres, if not more. There was a dense-yet-graceful tangle of interlocking white stone paths, which looped, spun, and swerved over each other, leading over open areas, through tunnels and over scenic water vistas. These paths formed an intricate maze that ran around bright flowerbeds that displayed every color of the rainbow, under large, shady trees, and alongside a chain of marble-lined rivers and small ponds with spectacular fountain displays. There was not a spot on the grounds that was left ordinary. About a mile off, the paths swam up a large hill, leading into a massive stained-glass building. It was shaped like a red-and-gold dome with a blue-and-green pagoda structure attached at a corner of the base. There were purple wing-like ridges sticking out of the sides of both parts of the structure. But what really astonished her was the fact that there was not a human anywhere. The walks to the parking lot were one-tenth the size of the garden, not to mention dull and boring, and yet there were more than a dozen people wandering those, and not a single soul in that beautiful garden… She shook her head and snapped back to reality. Here she was, stranded on this roof, naked, with her hands cuffed behind her back. How had she managed to forget that? The two doors were carved on opposite ends. She went through the unlocked door, and found herself in a long, green hallway. The door locked behind her. As she walked down the corridor, she stumbled through a trapdoor and fell down some stairs. Unfazed, she pulled herself to her feet again as the trapdoor slid shut again above her. She moved down a dark tunnel that seemed to go on forever with no end in sight, only the dim light behind her. When she was a good ways down another wall slid down behind her. She was beginning to think that this was getting ridiculous when the walls and ceiling ahead of her swung open to reveal an enormous, brightly-lit room. She blinked at the sudden harsh light pouring down from the spotlights above and looked around. The room was so massive that she could barely see what looked like exercise equipment lined up along the opposite wall. Her eyes dragged over the room, and she blinked again. There was a large podium with a reclining chair on it far off to one side. And seated on it was a tall, tanned, handsome young man with neat black hair and a tiny mustache. He was wearing a yellow-green suit. On his left was a small TV screen on a post, but it was off. He was leaning on the right arm of his chair, buried in an issue of International Review. Over his legs was a heavy blanket that already had a telltale bulge in it. He gave no sign of being aware of her, but in a second, he looked up, smiled, and said, "Ah, Ms. Derounian, you made it. Lost track of time on the roof? I always do." He put down the magazine on the floor, and beckoned to her. "C’mon over here." She considered her options, then silently crossed the room. She did not stop at the base of the podium, walking up and stopping less than a foot from his knees. She assumed a cold, lofty expression, and managed to look pretty confident considering that she had her hands cuffed behind her back and was wearing nothing but shoes. He laughed. "Ooh, not only feisty, but independent too. So, I suppose you’re wondering what you’re doing here?" She nodded curtly. "Well, I suppose I should tell you. My name is Art Mawlind. I run this place, and as such am a powerful business associate of your father. So much so that I was able to pull off a stunning deal." She then recognized him as the man she had seen her father pleading with at the party. "Your father, as you know, knows more about medicine than any man alive. But he doesn’t know the first thing about caution. He can’t tell a philanthropist from a scam artist to save his life. Don’t give me that look; you know it’s true. After his latest loss, he needed money desperately if he was going to continue his mission. I had been involved for a while, contributing a few thousand here and there. He came to me on his knees and begged me for the money he needed to keep his work going. I agreed, but on one condition. I had been watching from afar, watching you grow into a fine young woman for years now, and thus I named my price. At first, he resisted, but the money had already been donated, and I was legally entitled to my prize. And so, your father sold you to me to be my, well, my pet." "You’re lying!" She shouted. "He would never do that!" "Maybe you don’t know your father as well as you think you do." "…" He grinned. "Or maybe you do." She hung her head in shame, looking down at her ravaged body. Mawlind grinned again. "The masked men were your training. I watched you from here, just so you know. And now, you’re going to do what I say. Such as," he said as he pulled off the blanket and opened his pants. "Now get on your knees, Stephanie." She looked away as his hard cock sprang into view. She was suffering from intense, unfounded lust for this handsome man, but she still had some semblance of pride. A sex slave? This guy must be joking. "No?" He said. "Certainly you don’t mean to say that you don’t want to take a long walk with me through my garden out back?" Her head turned towards him at these words. She had been fascinated by that place, true, but to live life as nothing more than a slut… to a man who had such great taste as to build that paradise? She was confused. While she was thinking, he reached out a finger and dragged it along her pussy lips, eliciting a shuddering moan from her. "Like it or not, NIKO is your home now, and I’m the only friend you’ve got left in the world. Besides, I think that little modifier we gave you did just fine in the second phase. You enjoyed yourself with the masked men, didn’t you?" That clinched it. "Modifier?" "Alters your hormones, wreaks havoc on your self-control, increases your sex drive, of course, which is why we wanted you as the test subject. It’s still in the testing phase, but it seemed to work fine on you. Didn’t it?" He grinned. She looked at him, trying to maintain composure, but it was no use. This knowledge of what was causing the evil feelings had only made them stronger, and she gave a low moan as her pussy started to drip again. "Get on your knees." He repeated. She knew it was no use trying to resist. She sank to her knees, leaned forward, and took his cock in her mouth. "Now, do what the masked men taught you." She sucked him, her head bobbing up and down on him. This went on for several minutes, him commanding her to slow down every time he approached climax. Eventually, he reached down, brushing his fingertips against her now-gushing pussy. "Aw, poor sweet baby, you don’t want to wait, do you?" She gave no sign that she heard him. "Well, I won’t make you. Stop that and get up here." She gratefully climbed up onto his lap. He helped her position herself over him, then slid her slowly down. He grunted in pleasure and, cupping her face in his hand, kissed her. She was surprised at how gentle he was, in sharp contrast to the masked men. She leaned into him, feeling the interesting sensation of her breasts pressing into the soft material of his jacket. As she started bouncing up and down, she felt him reach around her. She heard a click, and suddenly she felt the handcuffs fall off into his hands. He tossed them aside and smiled. "Welcome to NIKO." he said. To be continued...