10 comments/ 30925 views/ 24 favorites Broken Kingdom By: hacked_soul Chapter 01: Temptation "Whaaaat?" Thane groaned as he got up to check his phone. It was bombarded with texts, a rarity in itself. He just unlocked the phone to check his messages when a smiley face covered the entire screen. The pixelated face, accompanied by a mild scream, ripped the sleep from his eyes. "The fuck?" The screen was littered with texts from his childhood friend Jacob, mostly about his conquests while his parents were out of town. It had been ages since Thane last saw him, a permanent home usually doesn't go hand in hand with traveling jobs. It was the one thing that they shared, constant travel since birth coupled with the ever changing school districts left no room for friends. The few months that they had together was the only thing that kept Thane, possibly even Jacob, sane. Even though they lived miles apart, they kept in communication. It was the only other absolute truth in Thane life, death and fact that Jacob was the one true friend he had. Good for you J, good for you, he thought as replied quickly with several texts of his own, most asking for pictures. Thane scratched his stomach as another yawn came out. Ever since he had the house to himself, he was able to be truly free. No longer did he need to succumb to society's ideals about wearing clothes to bed, he was the man of the house and he was the one that set the rules. Although it did make it hard to distinguish the clean clothes from the dirty ones. Barely missing the corner of the bed, Thane bent down to pick up a wrinkled up t-shirt off the ground. As soon as he brought it to his nose, dust from the carpet invaded his nostrils and brought upon the sneezing epidemic. The corner that was avoided seconds before had an intimate moment with Thane's left toe. "Fuck!" The jolt of pain stole the last remaining remnants of sleep he had left. He grabbed the stained t-shirt and walked his way to the bathroom. After a quick brush and a half-hearted face wash he saw that his eyes changed color slightly, again. "What's up you?" Thane spoke to himself, occasionally questioning as well, as he inspected his eyes from every angle. In the recent past, the exact date a blur, his eyes changed color overnight. One day he was an average run of the mill brown adolescent with equally brown eyes and the next he was a green-eyed specimen that stayed in the sun too long. Day by day the color grew lighter but surprisingly there was no pain. Being a descendent of a long line of people who only went to the doctor in case of emergencies, Thane didn't deem it necessary to get it checked out. From his point of view, if it didn't hurt it mean anything and it did make his eyes that much more pleasing to look at. "Were they brown?" Thane had a habit of questioning himself out loud when alone, sometimes to the point of quick starting an anxiety attack. The self-interrogation only increased in frequency as his memory slowly acting in his favor. He found that he was forgetting things more and more, sometimes having lapses in memories. Some memories were just blank while others were so blurry and faded that it barely passed the requirements to be considered a memory. The only thing that Thane knew for certain was that the color of his eyes had been getting lighter but that was it, the memory of their original color was getting harder and harder to pull up. As he sank further and further into deep thought, he saw two other toothbrushes, severely dried and unused for months. It took a few moments of careful inspection before he realized that they belonged to his parents. Unfortunately that memory was a double-edged sword, although it gave him the information he wanted it also brought back several memories that were buried deep within the unconscious. The car crash, the frantic hospital visit, the cold bodies lying on even colder steel tables. Everything came rushing back, they carried such a force that the mind's defenses were nothing but child's play for them. There was nothing to do but ride the wave of emotion out. Throw em out already, they ain't coming back. Thane shook his head of the memory and left the room, rather quickly. It had been a little over four months since his parents tragically passed but he still was experiencing the residual trauma from the event. Self-medicating only helped so much, after a drunken incident involving several painkillers and a trip to the emergency room he thought otherwise. Going to his private medical store, a kitchen drawer in this case, he downed two aspirins and a Prozac just in case. Even though sleep had bid him adieu, his eyes were still tired from the mere three hours of sleep. He still saw flashes of his parents when he closed his eyes, sometimes smiling and sometimes motionless in the dark room where he had to identify their bodies. Until his medication was refilled he had to get used to seeing dead people every time he saw a dark spot. Why's that wall blue? A quick flip of the light switch revealed the true color of the kitchen walls, they were in fact blue. The only problem was that this was a surprise to Thane, despite living in the same house for more than two years he couldn't remember the color of his own kitchen, the room where he spent most his time. I gotta chill with the Xanax. Taking his dad's Xanax was a stupid idea, at least now that he was facing the side effects it was. Clothes littered the entire house, the hallways and even the doors. Photo frames hung on the walls, each a different size but all sharing one commonality, no pictures. Thankfully he remembered taking down all the pictures a few days after the accident, staring at photos of dead people wasn't exactly helping his recovery. What he did with the photos however was a blur, the memory cut off right after he gathered all the photos in a neat pile. Shit, oh fuck no. Can't be losing my mind now, come on. Thoughts of Alzheimer's flooded his mind as he sat on the living room sofa, at least what was left of it. Emotional pain can sometimes bring out physical results, the torn up sofa was proof. The only piece remaining was the loveseat, the beige leather faded years ago but his dad just wouldn't put the sofa to rest. He had a personal attachment that nobody in the family could understand. As he lay brooding about the possible medical conditions he may have, his eyes glanced at the mirror on the other side of the room. Fuck my life, tall, fit and decent skin but shit memory. Great combination right there. "Yea?" The phone call broke Thane out of his despair. Luke, Thane's uncle, was on the other end of the phone calling about the rent again. Stealing half the life insurance money apparently wasn't enough, he had to keep bleeding his nephew as well. "I got it, you'll get the money by tonight tomorrow latest." Thane rubbed his eyes as they begged for sleep. A grain of sand stuck within the corner of his right eye refused to vacate the premises while his uncle hollered at him on the other end. "Yea my bad, I forgot. You got it by tomorrow." The house was tied to every single memory of his parents but since the brother's bought the house together, the survivor took all. With Luke hell bent on selling and Thane stubbornly resisting, the two came to a conclusion. Thane would pay rent at the end of every month, rent that Luke would decide. Luke kept reminding Thane of his circumstances and that late payments could end up getting the house sold, after all it was prime real estate. "HOLY FUCK, I TOLD YOU I'LL FUCKING TAKE CARE OF IT!" He didn't need to hear anymore, Anxiety was at its peak already, there was no need to risk an attack. Thane hung up the phone before even listening to his uncle's response, he walked over to the makeshift medicine drawer inside his kitchen and took an aspirin, followed by two more just in case. Fuck. Even though he swore that he would stop medicating just yesterday, he was at it again. To make matters worse, the fridge was barren. A third world country would probably have more food than that fridge, there was nothing but a quart of spoiled milk and a slice of moldy bread. Yea, it keeps getting better. He was well beyond his limit as it took everything just to keep the anger silenced. He wore nothing but faded black shorts and a wrinkled up t-shirt that had been worn one too many times. He put on some slippers to complete the outfit and walked to the nearest supermarket, dragging his feet every step of the way. Things were just about looking up when he encountered a near empty store since he couldn't handle loud noises. The only thing that hurt more than the flashbacks and nightmares were the headaches. Once they came around, blowing one's head off with a sawed off didn't seem so crazy. Not wanting to waste his luck, Thane walked directly to the canned food aisle and picked up some heat-n-serve chicken soup followed up a handful of chips. As he grabbed his favorite sour cream and onion brand he felt a sting in his finger, enough for him to curse, loudly. Within seconds he was under everyone's radar as all the customers in the isle gave him stares of disappointment. He quickly had the spotlight as customers of all ages, children all the way up to retirees, gawked at him like he was on display. Fucking great. Thane quickly grabbed the chips and a few bottles of ginger ale before heading to the checkout line. He still felt the stares but tried his best to compose himself. The only way to get out of an embarrassing situation, which he knew of, was to stop reacting. The less one reacted the less people cared. The theory proved true as the viewers quickly shifted their attention to another entertainer, once he was clear of the unwanted stares, Thane drew a breath of relief. The only thing going on in his mind was getting home as quickly as he could and silence his sorrows with food, loads of food. It was then the age old saying that the more one hurries the slower he becomes came to life. There only one register open and that too helmed by a woman whose hands shook more than a vibrator. There were eight other people in front of him who all had shopping carts loaded. They all exchanged sighs and hisses as well as the occasional under the breath curse. Nobody wanted to bad mouth a senior citizen, not for working at least but they couldn't keep quiet either. Thane could tell the man getting helped at the moment was in a hurry, his foot was tapping the floor almost as if it was trying to break through. It was obvious he had plenty of words to share with the woman but out of respect of her old age he kept quiet. If not her someone in the near future was about to get a lecture. As she scanned the final item that totaled a little over 90 bucks he quickly gave her a hundred dollar bill and told her to keep the change. It just wasn't worth the trouble to wait for nine dollars and some change. The man grabbed the cart and ran out before she even had a chance to respond, an act that led almost the entire line to praise and bless the stranger. The next customer however was unique, a fishnet shirt with a pink bra and black leggings were sort of uncommon at a supermarket, let alone a Monday. The day, or the place for the matter, didn't make a difference to his dick as it was ready and willing to report for duty in a matter of seconds. The woman didn't have a care in the world as majority of the men gawked at her, even the ones that were with their wives. She seemed to love the attention it seemed as Thane picked up of a few half-hearted smiles that were quickly shot down as if to hide the fact she was happy about it. The tits on her was big, bigger than Thane had ever seen in real life. Never getting past the kissing phase with his girlfriend, very short term girlfriend, hindered him from even knowing a woman's body. Everything he knew was learned from watching porn, countless hours of it in fact. The more he gawked at her the harder his dick became, after a few moments all the blood was rushing down there as it became the body's primary concern. His heart raced while his dick throbbed. Thane didn't even know what his mind was saying as it was silenced by his ever increasing lust. Fuck if only she would look this way. Can't fap if you don't show me the face. The gods must have been on his side since she looked directly at him as soon as he completed his thought. The face matched the body perfectly, she was a goddess, an extremely sexy goddess. A sane mind would wonder about the chances of her looking at one's direction out of nowhere but, Thane's was far from sane, light years away from it one could say. All he could think about was bending her over the counter and fucking her, he didn't care if others saw. "I'm so glad I ran out of groceries today." a voice behind Thane whispered. Without taking his eyes off her tits he whispered back to the stranger, "Same." Thane was glad, it was the most memorable day he had in the recent past. All he could think about was doing lewd things with the woman alas, it was only imagination. He knew he couldn't have her so he did what any normal male would do, throw her in the spank bank. He would have a field day once he got home, all he needed was imagination and his hand. Fuck if only she looked one more time, he thought, almost as a request to the forces of the universe. Once again the woman looked in his direction for a few seconds and went back to waiting to get checked out. Thane wasn't that consumed in lust to not notice the occurrence. He was knowledgeable enough to know that nobody was that lucky. There was no way an event that one thought of would occur twice in a row, the chances of that happening was next to impossible. Since he was still mostly consumed by lust, his ego stepped in and reasoned that she may have an interest in him. He was just about ready to act on his impulses and approach the woman when a surge of pain shot through the lower part of his brain. Soon his entire head was filled with a familiar pain. Shit not now. Thane searched within his pocket for some pain killers he stashed for emergencies only to find lint. Fuck, whatever just ride it out. The headaches were all too common as he frequently found himself in positions that required him to wait for the medication. He sighed deeply and tried to ease his mind into a meditative state, he could never accomplish this but it's the effort that counts. Thane began to scrunch his eyebrows together as the pain began to escalate, something that never happened before. Within seconds the pain doubled. Fuck! It was like a battlefield in his brain. No other method came to mind besides deep breathing but even that didn't work. Thane started to catch the attention of more than a few customers and he saw the stares. He once again had the spotlight but this time he felt looks of concern. It was either wait for the pain to completely consume him or rush home to down the bottle of painkillers. Going with the practical choice he dashed out the store. Just as he ran out the parking lot, he was met by a sedan going 30 miles an hour. The vehicle managed to swerve out the way but still managed to clip him with the side mirror. In an adrenaline filled dazed, Thane barely felt the impact, let alone the bruise. The elbow wasted no time to turn purple, engulfing half the outer forearm with it. The only thing on thane's mind was getting rid of the ever increasing headache. As he neared the sidewalk he felt a tingling sensation around the edges of his eyes, quickly followed by deteriorated vision. With his vision blurred, Thane doubled his efforts to reach his house. All he could think about was not wanting to die, that and the blood seeping onto his shirt. He didn't know where the blood was coming from as most of his senses were shutting down, all he knew was that the stream was getting bigger by the second. With the little energy left in his system, Thane put his legs in full gear and sprinted to his house, which thankfully was very near. As he got to the porch he fiddled with the key, his vision was about a fraction of what it was originally. It was like putting string through the hole of a needle as his hands refused to listen to the orders they were sent. Soon Thane lost all control of them, effectively dropping the keys onto the floor. He soon followed as his vision turned black. "Mhmm." Thane groaned as he got up from his bed. He scratched his head trying to remember what happened and soon he got his wish. Everything came flooding back, everything up to the bloody shirt. "Fuck!" Thane jumped out of bed looking to see where he was. It didn't take long for him to realize it was his own room. A quick look down showed that he wasn't in old clothes however, he was in white heart shaped boxers. Still scratching his head, Thane wandered out of the room to find his bloody shirt in the laundry basket. Not just his shirt but every piece of dirty laundry he had accumulated in his room. To make matters worse the washing machine already had a load inside. The fall must've been hard since Thane still was having trouble piecing everything together. A quick walk to the kitchen however changed the need to. What stood in front of him was the goddess, the same sultry woman from the supermarket. She was making pancakes while he just stared at the sight. Thane knew he was surely dreaming. He had to be since there was no other way the succubus, who could have any man she wanted for the matter, followed him home and made him breakfast. That was ignoring the fact that he must've cleaned and washed his clothes. There was no way Thane, a virgin, was so good in bed that she decided to move in. The dream theory was the only one that made sense but it had more holes than the Titanic. Having exhausted all other options, he decided to use primitive means of investigation, simply asking. "Hey uhh what happened last night, or today or whenever?" The woman paid no attention, she didn't even bother to look in his direction while he asked. She remained focus on cooking the pancakes, a response that rubbed him the wrong way. He still kept calm however, there was no reason to blow a fuse without knowing all the facts. He coughed purposely to gain her attention but yet again it yielded no results. "Hey can you fill me on the details? Kinda lost here." He began to tap his foot as frustration was talking hold. After a few more unanswered questions, Thane had enough. No matter how hot she was, she couldn't treat him like this, not in his own house. "Stop fucking cooking!" he ordered. Instantly the woman stopped what she was doing and faced him. The woman bore the same eyes as Thane, except they had no depth, emerald green with nothing inside. It was something out of a science fiction movie, like a doll of sorts. "Now, what happened?" Just like before there was no response, she just stared at him. His patience was running low, drastically low. "Oh my god, enough with the fucking games. Just tell me what the fuck happened." There was a sense of assertiveness to his voice, causing her to finally respond. He couldn't believe what he heard however, it had to be a prank. The woman apparently followed him home, cleaned and treated him before washing his clothes and tidying up the house. After she was done spouting the events that took place after he fainted, she remained still as if waiting for another order. It didn't take long for Thane to realize that she responded to orders, whatever happened to her caused her to only respond to orders. "Go back to what you were doing." He commanded and she obeyed. While she resumed cooking, he tried to recollect the events for himself. Her testimony helped to jump started his mind and get the memories back, they all seemed normal with the exclusion of one. Just before the headache, Thane remembered the woman looking at him. As her eyes met his, there was a spark, although dull it was there. Her eyes flashed and took on the emerald color, just before the headache started. No, fuck that, fuck that shit. Broken Kingdom Ch. 02 "Wake up shithead." Thane sprang into action as the voice hit his ear drums. "Jeez!" The figure laughed before it came into view, "Shit I almost feel bad now. Yo, no hard feelings eh?" "No hard feelings!?" Anger didn't begin to describe how he felt, not after what Aaron had done to him. "Oh for fuck's sake, I got you initiated. Welcome to the fucking club" "You fucking-" Aaron interrupted Thane's revenge speech to bring to light his current situation. "I wanted you dead, you'd be dead a week ago. I didn't, so you alive. I don't like tip toeing around the fucking situation so I pried your eyes open, now, WELCOME to the fucking world." Although he still spoke like the old Aaron, this was a completely different person. He had reason behind his words, and every statement carried weight for some reason. His hands moved erratically but at the same time in synch with his words. Aesthetically he was the same person but under the hood, everything was swapped out. It was daunting, at the very least, to see the once neighborhood fuckup dressed in an Armani suit, a major upgrade from the baggy cargo pants and oversized plain white tees. "The hell happened to you?" Thane wasn't in such a daze that he forgot what Aaron was capable of, he knew exactly the extent of his power. The only reason that Thane was still breathing was because Aaron chose it and, if he wanted to keep it that way he needed Aaron to think that he chose right. Even though every fiber of his being wanted otherwise, Thane spoke with the most respectful tone he could conjure. "Be easy and drop the act. You're in, nobody gonna put a finger on you." Although a tremendous weight was lifted off his shoulders, Thane couldn't shake the feeling that a bigger burden was about to fall upon him. He was standing on a border questioning every thought that popped into his consciousness. On one hand, Aaron almost had him killed for a freak accident yet on the other, he assured Thane of his safety. All that was left was to choose the Aaron he wanted to deal with. In either case, there was a backstabbing in the foreseeable future, all he had to figure out was which one was further away. It would've been much easier to simply take a look at his thoughts but Thane was busy putting up a wall in his own mind, the last thing he needed was Aaron taking a stroll in there again. Unfortunately, all it took was a few steps in Thane's direction to bring the great wall down. "S..." Thane took a few erratic breaths before blurting out a very unconvincing warning. "Stay back." Aaron put up his hands in surrender and retreated back to his side of the bathroom, back facing the door. Thane was still seated on the toilet, pants at his ankles. The sweat flowing down his forehead gave an indication that overly sagged pants weren't a priority at the moment. "Be easy man, like I said you safe." Aaron's words didn't soothe Thane's fears however, he needed more concrete proof that he was free from harm. All the events prior to this altercation screamed otherwise. "You, you said I was in? In what?" He gripped the steel toilet paper holder, ready to strike if needed. Once again Aaron raised his hands in surrender, he went as far as to throw a towel on the ground. "Long or short?" "Easy version." Aaron let out a soft chuckle, it was short lived however as his strict body language came sprinting back. "You got powers, I got powers. A lot of motherfuckers got powers, nobody knows how. One fuck said there was a comet or some shit and the radiation came affected the earth's sphere-" "Sphere?" The confused look on his face coupled with the interruption didn't sit well with Aaron. He gritted his teeth and looked at everything in the room besides Thane, Aaron's classic tell. "Fuck should I know?" Excessive foot tapping followed the loud statement. "Some shit happened, people got powers. There were fucks who said lemme be a fucking kiss-ass and fight crime and shit and then there were fucks like us. We know we better than the fucks who got the shit end of the stick so, we did whatever the fuck we wanted." Thane knew that was the peak of the story, everything else was downhill. "Then what happened?" "Nothing much. We got fucked, turns out the fucks that went superhero mode had different powers than us. I don't know about you but I can't block a fucking car." Thane tried to hold back his laughter as he pictured Aaron getting squished by a car. "I went into hiding and shit, until I got initiated with this uhh company." The way he stressed the company portion did not paint a pretty picture. "Company? What there's an evil organization now? It just up and developed?" "Fuck if I know. I get this letter saying that I was in, then I got my ass handed to me a few days later." Thane gave knowing look as to what the beating was for. "I got initiated and as a present they gave me the bitch that threw the car at me, only thing is she was changed." Before Thane could even ask for a clarification, Aaron grinned ear to ear as he went into detail. "All she knew was how to fuck, literally. I had to fucking feed her, I had to explain to her why she needed to drink fucking water. It was a fucking sight I tell you." "What the-" Thane was split in two, each at opposing extremes of the spectrum. One side was relieved he wasn't on the organization's hit list while the other worried about what they would make him do. He was part of them now, he could only imagine what that would entail. "Fuck, I know." Thane was expecting a disgusted expression at the very least, but all he got from his old acquaintance was a devilish grin. He was actually happy about it, boasted about it in fact. Aaron spared no detail describing what he had done to the girl. One girl wasn't enough for his appetite however, he needed more and more he got. From his description, Aaron had a stable full of women ready to be used at any time. The company, in response to his wicked deeds, congratulated him, rewarded him even for his efforts. As Aaron delved deeper into his nocturnal adventures, he slowly began to let his wall down as he scrapped in the backroom for more memories. All it took was an active search of a memory on Aaron's part to provide a big enough opening for Thane to get in. Thane needed to know what was in store for him and what plans Aaron had for him. Fortunately, Aaron's bark was bigger than his bite. He was nothing more than an errand boy for the organization he worked for, he was not much different than a pimp. The company used his estate to offer several people a night of exploration, the type of exploring done was completely up to them. The reason Thane went into Aaron's mind in the first place remained a mystery even after all the searching. Every memory connected to the organization or its clients had been blurred, they were edited to such a degree Thane couldn't tell if they were planted or not. Even worse was that there was someone else out there that could tamper with memories, much more than Thane could even imagine. If Aaron, as powerful of a mind mage he was, could get screwed so easily, Thane stood absolutely no chance against whoever this organization was. Remembering the fight from before, several questions jumped in his mind. "Yo." Aaron shook himself back to reality hardly realizing what happened. "How come I'm still alive?" The amount of pain that he went through was enough to kill at least three people. The fact that Thane walked out of there, let alone had sex shortly after was incomprehensible. "You're linked." Aaron was once again back to his mysterious answers, giving a straight answer apparently was too much to ask for. Seeing Thane's frustration as well as the anxiety building up, he took pity and began to explain the phenomena. "Some mages can form links and when you form a link, you can't die." "Wait what?" Even Aaron's explanations were confounding, it provided all the explanation needed to why he dropped out. "I can't die cuz I'm banging some chick?" "No you dumbass." Aaron was slightly annoyed, however the act revealed a piece of the giant puzzle. For a fraction of a second, before Aaron scratched his temple, his eyes went emerald green. Thane also had those eyes, only much lighter and more permanent. "Yea that's it. The eyes." He smirked and let Thane have the room but before he left, he enlightened Thane on the Veruca situation. "She's gonna remember it as a dream, hopefully. Just don't be here when she wakes up. Worst case scenario you fucked her life forever but no big." "Wait!" Thane jumped out of the seat and ran after him, only to trip on his pants and meet the floor face first. "Fuck!" He hurriedly pulled his pants up and sprinted out the door only to catch the left over fumes of his car. The ruckus caused the sleeping beauty to awake from her externally induced slumber. As soon as Thane saw the initial movements of her body, his mind told him to run. His body on the other hand had a mind of its own as it slowly walked towards her. She was sitting behind the counter, her clothes once again attached to her body. Veruca stretched out her arms and yawned as she eased herself into consciousness. It didn't take long for them to meet eyes. She quickly adjusted herself and embraced the dominant persona from before, whether it was genuine or not was a mystery. He decided against going back into her mind to see the changes, once was enough. "May I help you sir?" You helped plenty, Thane had to work in order to suppress the smile. "No, I was just leaving." Her cheeks were flushed as she engaged him in the very brief conversation. She must've recognized him from her dream, or what she thought was a dream. Both were diligently trying to put up a façade of calmness, at least until they were out of each other's sight. Thane also did not want to linger, Aaron had already warned him to leave before she woke up. Staying longer could've possibly undone whatever it was that he did. He took a mental snapshot of her, not that he needed to, and exited the premises. Thane felt an unusual heaviness in his left pocket, last he remembered they were empty. Upon closer inspection he realized he still had Veruca's phone. His fingers instinctively went to the gallery to refresh his memory of the recent events. After the fourth picture, his dick began to wake as well. Thane quickly exited and uploaded the entire gallery to his email before leaving it near the fire exit. He made sure to delete the photos beforehand, the last thing he wanted was to get caught over something stupid. Let's see if aunt's still nice. A clear instruction to violate himself with a dildo gave a roundabout answer. With no money for the bus, or anything for the matter, he had to walk home. The heat was had already reached its peak hours before so the hour long walk wasn't a nightmare, the wind even blew a few times. Thane reminded himself every few minutes that it could've been worse, all he had to do was bring up the image of Brian Loftschild and he would get a sudden increase in energy. The last five blocks he had to use the chain-link fences for support however, physical conditioning was not part of Thane's gifts. "Fuck me sideways." Thane groaned as he plopped himself on the couch. His legs felt like they were about to fall off, everything hurt from his heels to his hips. All he wanted to do was sleep for the next few years, the mere thought of physical activity brought upon short bursts of nausea. The couch was shortly turned into a poor-man's thinking chair as he tried to maintain a grip on the situation. The only thing that Thane was not able to come to terms with was how he was able to do whatever he did to Veruca, as well as the not dying part. "The fuck he meant by eyes?" "Who's eyes?" Amanda walked and immediately sat beside him on the couch. She lifted his feet up to make room first before placing them over her bare thighs. When he told her to get comfortable, she might've taken it to heart. She wore black lace panties with his ribbed white beater, which was getting stretched to its limits by those mounds. She wore a pair of glasses that seemed a bit big for her face, something that screamed hipster. "What's with the glasses?" Thane didn't mind the beautiful intrusion, he actually welcomed it. Even if he only knew her for a few days, he felt at ease with her. She had a unique aura around her that calmed him whenever she got near, that and she made most of his blood rush downstairs. Amanda took a sip of coffee followed by a bite of a cake rusk. Thane completely forgot he had those, surprising since they were his favorite snack. Her lips stretched as far into the rusk as they could go trying to eliminate the possibility of crumbs but not everything goes as planned. As soon as she bit into the rusk more than a handful of droppings fell onto her lap, some on his feet while the rectangular snack broke in half, falling into the crevice of her breasts. Both shared a giggle before she asked him to take the piece out. "Gladly." He wasn't going to deny an opportunity to get inside her shirt. Thane performed a sit up and went exploring the insides of her shirt, purposely taking more time than needed. Once the artifact was found he slowly pulled it up careful not to scratch nature's masterpiece before devouring it for himself. "Taste's sweeter than before." She smiled and blew him a kiss before getting back to the coffee. A closer look on the glasses revealed an engraving towards the end. They were definitely Jane's and they might also be the reason she threw a fit when he called her. A sudden loss of 600 dollars would fill anybody's rage meter. It made for a slightly better day for Thane however, attributing it to instant karma. It was a known fact that she would come looking for her precious glasses but he wasn't going to give them up so easily. If she wanted her status symbol back she would have to work for it, or at least admit to being a self-obsessed narcissist. "Hey, something's been bothering me." Thane sat up slightly to pick some more crumbs off her mounds before staring at the ceiling again. Amanda faced him once she paused the soap opera. "How come you're not acting like a doll?" "I'm not acting pretty?" Amanda furrowed her eyebrows in distress and confusion, followed by hastily wiping the crumbs off her face. "No no no." It wasn't the best choice of words he soon realized. "No I meant like before you were just like waiting for my commands and didn't answer to anything else. Now you're like an actual person." Amanda's expression was still the same, even more so now. She placed the back of her hand on his forehead and asked if he was feeling well. "Babe are you okay? What are you talking about? Commands?" Amanda looked more confused than he was. "Shit remember when you told me how you were my link?" Thane immediately sat up, his legs still on her lap while resting his left arm on the top of the couch for support. "I walked in and you were making pancakes and then you told me something about being a link?" "Are you sure you didn't dream this?" "No!" Frustration slowly crept into his mind. "Shit afterwards we fucked on the dining table?" Amanda blushed slightly and grabbed her cup off the end table, using the opportunity to hide her redness. "I remember that..." She ran a hand through her hair and smiled as she recalled the incident but quickly came back to the conversation. "But not the part about the link or whatever." Fuck no, I didn't imagine that shit. Thane scratched his head followed by his chin as he retraced his steps. Everything was clear, he remembered everything like it happened five minutes ago. To make sure he did a quick scan of her memories and the result was mindboggling. The events that she remembered were completely identical to his, just missing some sections. There was nothing before the messy dinner table session just like she said. No matter how deep he went, as much as he could for the matter, he couldn't find a single instance of their first conversation. What bothered him the most was that her memories weren't edited, they were her own and untouched by any sources. He was the first one to go through them actually. "Babe are you okay?" Amanda placed a hand on his cheek but he quickly pushed it aside. "I, uh, I'm just gonna go use the restroom." A few splashes of cold water were needed to rid him of the daze, however that only worsened his paranoia. Thane's eyes had once again changed color, this time turning into a soft red just a shade away from pink. What the shit? He splashed more ice cold water at his face and pinched himself just to be sure, they stayed the color. This time Thane was sure they had changed color, he remembered distinctly staring at emerald green eyes the day before. What's going on? Is that what he meant by the eyes? Fuck I don't even got his number. Just when a tornado of thoughts began to creep inside his mind, he heard the bell. Still paranoid from the recent events he ordered Amanda to stay in the bedroom, even though her doll like state was gone she obediently followed orders. Thane threw on the most presentable expression he could conjure before taking a deep breath and heading towards the door. "Uhh who is it?" "Aaron, open up." Thane experienced what could be a considered a mix of feelings, he was relieved that questions could finally be answered but at the same time didn't know what Aaron's actual intentions were. His memories couldn't be trusted and Thane didn't have the luxury of seeing people's thoughts anymore. Regardless of how he felt, he knew that Aaron could end him at any minute. The only option he had was to let him in and after great reluctance he did. "Anyone saw you come here?" Something was bothering him and judging from the way Aaron kept tapping his foot and shifting his eyes, it was something big. "No? I don't think so, why? What's going on?" Aaron's paranoia only fueled Thane's. "There's a cop that's getting too close, you gotta take her out." "Excuse me? The fuck?" Thane could tell Aaron wasn't joking and when he stated that the order came from higher up, the deal was done. "I, I can't!" "All you gotta do is make the bitch your link, shit I'm not telling you to fucking kill her." "What the fuck is a link!?" Thane was tired of hearing things he knew nothing about, especially the link aspect. "First Amanda mentions that shit then she don't remember saying that shit and now you say that shit! What the fuck!" Aaron was taken aback by the hostility but quickly adjusted before questioning Thane's knowledge. He found it hard to believe that Thane didn't know what a link was, especially after he completely wiped Amanda's mind. "Shit that's weird but yea whatever. A link is pretty much making someone your bitch, all you gotta do is go into their mind and fuck it up." Thane should've known Aaron's clarification skills. "Fuck it up?" The explanation confused him more than before. "Yea you know, fuck it up like make em have to follow your every order and shit." Aaron, not surprisingly, did not have any more clarification than that nor did he know how to make them follow orders. He admitted that all the links he had were given to him by the organization. "Why doesn't Amanda remember the link then? She told me about it and why didn't I die?" Aaron didn't like getting questioned but he knew that if he wanted Thane on board he had to comply, the playing field was leveled at the moment. "Brian can heal people." The look on Thane's face was priceless as it made Aaron let out a chuckle. "Hey why you think you felt all that shit? Dumbass doesn't like to work on his shit but yea I told him to keep you alive, so there you are. With your link and shit, fuck man I got nothing." Broken Kingdom Ch. 02 "Wait what the fuck? There's people with more shit?" Aaron placed Thane's recovered cell phone on the table and nodded in confirmation. Thane was told that when they needed him they would call, other than that he was free to do whatever he wanted as long as it didn't raise too much attention. Aaron also eliminated another worry of Thane's, he didn't have to worry about anything related to Amanda. Since she was Aaron's link, her past was taken care of. Aaron still had no idea how Thane effectively broke a link and made a new one, it was unheard of. That, and the fact he could alter memories, was why he was recruited. Thane expected Aaron to be at least slightly bothered by losing a link but he couldn't care less, he assured Thane that he had stables of women. "Bitch, I got an all you can eat buffet over at my place. Bitches from around the world, every type I got em. Fuck I need that bitch for?" It angered Thane greatly how he could talk about other people like that but then hypocrisy yelled in his mind. With that much power, it was only a matter of time before anyone broke. The power made it near impossible to subdue the urges, it just screamed Darwinism over and over in the mind. As much as Thane wanted to be, he was no better than Aaron. The power controlled them instead of the other way around. "Yo, uhh-" Aaron interrupted him mid-sentence, he practically knew what Thane was about to ask. "The eyes change depending on what power you keep using, once it changes there's no going back. You can't read thoughts no more can you?" Thane stared at the ground before nodding in agreement, slightly ashamed for some reason. "You got the pink shit now, just keep using that. It's better than that fucking mystic shit, leave that shit to me." Aaron passed him a smile before leaving. Thane couldn't place a finger on his character, Aaron would be concerned but a moment later wouldn't give one the time of day. No matter how deep Thane went, he couldn't figure out what was genuine. The shroud of mystery surrounding Aaron only increased his dread about the organization, whatever they wanted him to do he would have to blindly agree. Although faded, he still had a moral compass. The power coupled with an unbound id proved it near impossible to stick to one's morals, the high road seemed to get further and further by the minute. Needing to get even out his karma he did the only good deed he could think of, return his aunt's glasses. He grabbed the glasses from Amanda and began to run to the other side of the neighborhood. His adrenaline fueled mission of good got in the way of logic once again as he forgot a bus went straight there. The adrenaline got him half way but one can the stretch the limits only so much, Thane ended up walking the final twelve blocks panting like a bulldog. The frames were drenched by the time he arrived at his destination. He furiously rang the doorbell as if returning them quicker would yield him more moral points. Jane took her time answering the door, as usual, allowing him to recover his breath and adopt a confident body language. "I got your glasses." Thane just spat out the words as soon Jane opened the door, she probably didn't even register that it was Thane yet. Instead of gaining good boy points or at least a bump in beneficial karma, he was awarded with a lecture. She amplified her voice so the neighbors could hear just how useless he actually was. From her perspective, he should've returned those days ago even though she was the one that forgot them. Like before the high road was getting out of reach, he couldn't even see it in this situation. "You couldn't even call to tell me my glasses were over there!? How am I supposed to see anything!? What if I got into an accident like your parents!?" Just then a rush of memories entered his mind, forcing their way to the front of the line. ------------------------------------ "Yo dad, where are you I've been calling for hours. You didn't leave money for pizza and the fridge is empty. Call me back." He sighed and threw the house phone across the couch. That was the fourth message he left his parents. It wasn't uncommon for his parents to come home late when they went to social gatherings of any type but they always left money pinned to the refrigerator. It was always enough for a pie of pizza or an order of Chinese but the fridge wall was clean, devoid of any currency. Thane drank the last of the soda and busied himself with unsalted crackers, which only intensified his hunger. Once his stomach growled for the fourth time he went to call his dad again, his mom picking up her phone was like winning the lottery. As soon as he picked up the phone it rang. Great timing dad. He smiled as he answered the phone only to hear heightened panic and police sirens. On the other line stood a cop informing Thane that he should hurry to Bellemoore hospital. The officer wouldn't disclose any other information despite Thane's repeated attempts. His hunger took a backseat and let fear and panic run the system. Accompanied with adrenaline he ran to his uncle's house and explained the situation with vague statements interrupted by gasps of air. "Slow down Thane! What happened?" Luke, his uncle, was more frustrated at his incoherent nephew than he was about the situation and when he couldn't get any useful information he simply rushed Thane to the car and sped to the hospital breaking majority of the lights. "We're here! We're here! Open the door!" Thane screamed with fear of the worst rushing through his veins. Luke stopped the car abruptly, cutting off traffic in the process, and let the frenzied teen out. Thane bolted through the doors with speed that matched a sprinter. "Uhh..." he stuttered his words as he attempted to calm his mind remember the room the officer told him. Thane began to snap his fingers to jog his memory. "Fuck! I got a call from a cop about my parents!" He screamed on the top of his lungs at the nurse when he couldn't remember the single most important detail. -------------------------------- "Are you even listening!?" The fact that she could casually mention his parent's death made his boil but he still reached for the high road, he would to anything to separate himself from Aaron. "I forgot my phone in school, I would've called but I got no landline." It took everything he had to push out that statement as well as lace it with as little anger as he could. "But you can call me to pick you up from school when you're feeling down right? Maybe you're getting too relaxed on the rent, thinking you can just call us whenever since you're paying us." There it was, that was the reason she picked him up from school. Thane knew there was a reason behind the niceness, what he couldn't believe was that they would forsake their own family for a little more cash. Fuck this bitch, she needs to be taught a lesson. Thane's mind was split in two, one screaming for war while the other screamed for peace. The angel and demon instead of his shoulders, were in his head. It was harder to shut down the demon each time and the angel's voice got softer and softer by the second. "Look Aunt Jane, I'm sorry. I'm a shithead I know, it won't happen again." Thane begged the gods to calm her down, he would leave at the very second he allowed him to but time proved otherwise. "You're damn right it won't happen again!" She shifted her posture and folded her arms. "We got an offer on the house, you'll get a cut as well. You need to start packing." The high road was nothing but a myth at that moment and the angel was quieter than a mute. "Fine but can I just get a glass of water before I start packing?" Jane was surprised by his sudden surrender but she wasn't going to question, she had what she wanted there was no point in complicating the issue. She invited him inside and locked the door. While she was briefly at the kitchen he used the moment to peek inside her memory bank, the memories transitioned like butter. It used almost no energy or effort to go through her past, that or it didn't too long to find a compromising memory. A drunken night at work and sleeping with the boss to solidify her promotion were great choices, Get ready to beg bitch. Thane sipped the water like it was scotch, savoring the moment before he destroyed her. "Hey Aunt Jane, so does Luke know you fucked Andy at the Christmas party last year?" Jane immediately lost her balance as she grabbed the top of the sofa for support. "He must know about fucking your boss for that new executive position right?" Once again words failed to come out her mouth as she stood in shock. It was too late to turn back now. "How d-" "Fuck that part, I know so leave it at that. Now it's your turn to tell me what you're going to do for me." Thane could've attempted to do what he did to Veruca but that didn't do Jane justice, she needed to put in her place and he knew just how to do it. "I-You don't have proof..." There was no confidence in her voice as she grabbed whatever branch she could as she fell. "You really think Luke would give a fuck? He'd go to your boss and ask him directly, good luck staying there after that." He knew he had her, there was no way to wiggle out of it. Moments later she said the four magic words, asking him what he wants. "What can you do for me?" "I want to fuck you." He stated flatly his intentions and waited for her response, sipping the water ever so slowly in the meantime. He expected some type of resistance, a simple denial at the very least but she just shifted her yes and agreed to the act. "That's it? You're gonna let me walk in and just fuck you? That's it? Really!?" "Whatever, just get it over with quick." Thane was seething with anger, mostly at the fact that she agreed so easily. If that was all it took to get in her pants then he would've done it years ago. The id was completely unbound, all sense of control was lost. She had no shame whatsoever, she was too proud of herself. Thane put on an evil smirk, knowing exactly what he was going to break. He went deep into the recesses of her mind, almost instantly, and conjured up the tendrils once more. Safety was blown out the way as he went straight into the unconscious, giving her a headache in the process. Her unconscious had a centerpiece, which the tendrils swiftly approached, surrounded by miniature orbs each radiating different lights. Before the tendrils got in contact with the orb, Thane forcefully softened them. The act brought upon a torrent of pain inside his own mind but he was hell-bent on completing his mission. The tendrils were as soft as feathers when they grabbed the orb. Unlike before, Thane could now see what was inside the orb or in this case what was most precious to Jane. It came to no surprise that it was herself, everything she did was to fuel her own image but that was quickly about to change. Thane thought about breaking the orb but went against it, he had no idea what it would be replaced with. The thing he hated the most was a lack of control and this task, control was all that was required. Viewing it as a computer folder, all he needed to do was replace the current file with another one. Heading further down the path of the demon, he replaced the image of herself with an image of her marriage. Now her marriage would mean everything to her, even more than her life. Her expression had already changed, from nonchalant to excessive worry. Exiting out of her unconscious was easier said than done however, countless mechanisms of defense took life as they tried to undo the changes. The orb was still adopting to the newly formed idea, until it solidified it was open to anything. Having no experience, Thane went with instinct, which in this case prompted him to block the tendrils of her own. They were white with hints of yellow scattered in between but much sharper than Thane's, even before he altered them and they were making quick work of the intruders. Fortunately for him the defenses kicked in too late, even though they chopped up his forces like nothing, they were too late to stop the conversion. Moments before and all the changes made in her mind would've been reset, he would have to remember not to take such a hostile approach the next time. Once the conversion was done Thane quickly exited her mind, having no tendrils following made it much easier. Thane battled a full blown migraine by the time he got out, possibly from the beating he took on the inside. "So should I tell Luke about your adventures?" Despite the pain, he still managed to put on a devilish grin. "Please no!" Immediately she began to spout out offers, "I'll cancel the rent. The house is paid for, you don't need to do anything. Just, just live there." Thane smiled at the victory, even though his vision was getting a bit hazy. While he had the upper hand he downed an aspirin with the water his aunt so kindly got him. He could already see her world imploding, yea just keep thinking about it. I hope you can't sleep now and then start to silently scream. Your life is mine now bitch and you're gonna come crawling to me to get it back. In the span of a few minutes, Thane had taken on an entire new persona. Once again the id had full reign but this time there was no systemic shutdown to stop it. There was no manual override or a failsafe, Thane's mind had once again become infected with the power. All he could think of was dominance, ruling over the sheep in his view. This was the natural way of the world, the strong ruling the weak. After all it, was survival of the fittest. The smile on his face grew larger and larger each second yet it never failed to separate itself from a menacing undertone. "Now Aunt Jane, why don't you show me your bedroom." Broken Kingdom Ch. 03 To think a plastic ring would land me in such deep shit. Even after using half a bottle of lotion it still wouldn't budge. Worse was the fact it was slowly heating his skin, judging by the pace it was going Thane's finger would be welded onto it in no time. "Fuck man you slipped on so easy" he mumbled as he tried to pry the ring off. He could smell the flesh burning, faint signs of smoke soon followed. With his free hand, Thane took out his wallet and bit down as hard as he could. It was the first time he was happy about saving all those receipts. With so many people looking for him, he had to keep as quiet as possible. Where are you when I need you asshole? Thane saw a puddle a few feet away from the dumpster he was currently hiding behind, it was a combination of various drinks and spoiled milk mixing together in just the right way to create the dirtiest salvation center known to man. Oh fuck me. Thane pinched his nose and bit down harder on the wallet before shoving the ring finger into the puddle. He was slightly relieved when he didn't hear any screaming noises, he wasn't burning to that extreme at least. The ring however was gone after he pulled out the finger, more specifically gone straight into his skin. There was no trace of the ring besides an empty hourglass symbol seemingly tattooed on his ring finger. Hello Thane. He panicked and ran out of the alley with speed unknown to him, the fear of getting caught had somehow pushed his physical abilities to the limit. Two blocks later however, he found himself coughing out his lungs. Thane frantically searched for a hiding spot, the only thing near was a nearly full dumpster behind the local fast food store. Knowing the saying a little too well, beggars can't be choosers, he dived in and closed the lid. Great thinking friend. There was the voice again, but he was sure he was alone. There was no one even remotely near him and the dumpster had nothing but a pile of leaking garbage bags. He knew it was a stupid idea but he needed to erase every bit of doubt. Taking a few deep breaths and mentally going to his happy place, Thane apprehensively took out his phone and turned it on. As soon as he saw the phone boot up, he covered the speakers with everything at his disposal. The sound was pretty much gone, as were the speakers but he had more pressing issues at the moment. After switching the phone to airplane mode and making sure everything was on mute, multiple times, he turned on the flashlight and scanned the dumpster. Instead of eradicating his fears, it only brought them to new heights. Stealthy, I like that. You're very practical friend. The voice was smooth, no cracks when it spoke. To put it simply, the exact opposite of Thane's. Clear and coherent sentences with no mumbling or stuttering, like everything it said was carefully rehearsed a myriad of times. Thane realized, after checking frantically, he wasn't wearing a Bluetooth or anything remotely related to it. The only place the voice could be was in his mind. That was it, he was definitely going crazy. Who the fuck are who? He desperately tried to keep the tears inside his eyes as he went into a partial fetal position. I'm your better half, a protector you can say. Thane wasn't buying it, the last person who tried protecting dragged him into this situation. I'm what you want to be Thane, I'm the unbound version of you. I have no rules, no expectations and definitely no room for the moral speculations of society. I am truly free, that is who I am Thane. What do you want from me? The tears were too powerful for this eyelids to contain, the youth shivered in confusion and fear. Suddenly a realization occurred amidst the chaos, Amanda? Even though he couldn't see the voice, Thane knew it was happy. That's right Thane. I linked her for you, didn't that make you happy? I knew you wanted her but you were too bogged down by the fear of society and its meaningless rules. So I took over and acquired her for you. You can take her anytime you please now Thane, doesn't that make you just tingle with happiness? No! It doesn't! You destroyed a life! Before he asserted his position any further, Thane placed his ear against the dumpster wall to hear if he was truly safe. The footsteps came and went, but they were definitely looking for him. Why they didn't look inside the dumpster was a question only they could answer, it did put a new definition to laziness however. Please explain to me this moral ideology, this code that you force yourself to adhere to. Why must you follow a code to keep the normal in line? If you take a step back and look, you're not normal. Would an outsider, a being from another world come and adhere to the rules of this society? Did the kings of old adhere to the same rules for the peasants? You, my friend, are superior to the rest. Why would a superior being answer or identify with such inferiority? One can be a wolf or a sheep, and you my friend were born a wolf. No, that's, that's... There was no argument, he was the last person that should be talking about morals. Wrong? The voice transitioned into a soft chuckle, barely changing the tone. My naïve friend, I'm here to help you realize that there is nothing wrong or right. It's just a matter of perspective. The only one truth in the world is death. Everything else is up for debate, philosophical conversations that help one to sleep better at night. Everything after death is forgotten. A legacy is just a myth. The most benevolent being in history would be forgotten within a century. So tell me now Thane, what does it matter? Wrong or right, we are all forgotten in the end. The voice painted a very bleak portrayal of the world, completely delusional but incredibly convincing. Thane found himself listening more and more to the voice, despite his situation the voice seemed to take priority. What was the ring? Although the voice was a step away from world dominating ruler, it had managed to gain Thane's trust. A mark, you are now owned by the organization. You are they're property. Whatever was left of Thane's will was completely shattered, his life now had a permanent end. Free will was a long and distant memory, he was nothing but an errand boy for the organization to use at will. Do not worry. I am here to rid you of this disease, follow my lead and you shall be free. The deal was tempting, very tempting in fact and considering the situation, it was his only option. If only he knew what got him into this mess, one can't really connect pieces when there's a two week blank in memory. What do I do? There was nothing else but follow the voice, he had already used up all his lifelines from Aaron and it didn't seem like he would help anyways. Besides waiting for imminent death in the dumpster, obeying the voice was only route of the situation. Proceed out of the alleyway and walk towards your enemies. Thane laughed and immediately requested a change of plan, he wanted to extend his life not end it. My essence is tied to yours, why would I wish for suicide? As deranged as it was, the voice made sense. Thane had to make a choice, he could either do what the voice said or wait patiently until he thought of his own plan. Can't believe I'm doing this. Thane first wiped the tears off his cheeks and then scratched off the ones that dried. He lifted the lid carefully as to not make a sound, but the poverty ridden city made it impossible. The rusted hinges alerted nearly everyone in around that the dumpster was opened. Acting on pure instinct, Thane threw open the lid and made a run for it. Wrong way Thane. He tried to block out the voice and reach for freedom but he quickly realized that was just a fantasy. He reluctantly turned around and slowly walked in the opposite direction, taking one step back for every four steps forward. Being out in the open, it didn't take long for Thane to get found. He was stopped by a figure wearing tactical gear. The person was completely covered head to toe in armor, sporting a metal dome like helmet with goggles and pitch black scarf. The fortified soldier also wore a black vest, probably bulletproof, over a heavy duty long sleeve jacket and solid black cargos to match. The black army boots gave up the profession of the person, the gun pointed directly at Thane helped as well. One thing he couldn't figure out was how nobody noticed a fully armored killing machine walking through civilian streets in broad daylight. That and how one was able to breath under all that in spring time weather. "Wait." Thane threw his hands up in surrender almost instantly, being held at gunpoint generally would cause such a response. Go along Thane, she will not hurt you. She? What the fuck? How do you know? The voice went silent leaving Thane on his own, something he was getting more and more used to as the days went by. "Hands behind your back." The voice was distorted to sound cryptic, like an encrypted message Hollywood movies love to show. Thane had zero self-defense skills and even if he did, it was unlikely he was going to be faster than a speeding bullet. He did as the soldier ordered and quickly became neutralized, although becoming neutralized involved getting slammed on the ground and getting his hands tied with zip-ties, something she made a little too tight. "Where are you taking me?" It was bad he had to walk to his demise but the silent treatment from the soldier just made it unbearable. Thane must've thought about running at least a dozen times before they arrived at a breakpoint. The woman took out a water bottle and aimed the nozzle at Thane's mouth, she didn't bother with words as she forcibly held his mouth open with her free hand while squirting the water inside with the other. Let me take control Thane. The voice came back after an unannounced vacation. The water torture didn't leave much room for Thane to think, escape was the only thing he wanted. Take it, fucking take it. The voice thanked him before gaining control of the body. As soon as the voice took control the soldier instantly stopped the water torture. Thane, or rather the voice that controlled his body now, spat out the remnants of the liquid lodged in his throat. Coughing took out the particles stuck in his windpipe. Once the water was out and a safe passage was made for air to enter the body, Thane reestablished his posture. This time however he arced his back to make a slightly backwards C while he normalized his breathing. His otherwise shivering hands quickly absolved their hyperactivity and took on a surgeon's persona, absolutely still. Thane's racing heart had slowed to a steady pace and his semi-permanent worried expression was quickly overthrown by a sinister grin. By just staring at the soldier, making sure to lock eyes, Thane made her feel hotter than she actually was. Her resolve was incredible as she stood still, gun still pointed at him, as sweat ran down her hands. Thane could only imagine what her body was going through underneath all those clothes. Despite her incredible resolve, she still stood no chance against nature as she radioed her team. She spoke in code completely foreign to Thane, even though he was already inside her mind he couldn't decipher what she meant, although he did understand what regrouping meant. Judging by the how much she was fidgeting, he knew her mental defenses were weakening. It didn't take long for her mind to become completely oblivious to his prying. He quickly dug up the info on who it was that she signaled, things didn't look very well when the men that she signaled looked like they ate bears for a living. Scary seemed liked a preschool definition for them, even without their armor and body gear they looked like people one had nightmares about. It was then Thane had an idea, sinister and wrong in every sense but a way to escape. Her mind had the complexity of a file organizer, all he had to do was add their names to the enemy folder as well. The task took nothing more than a few moments and a fraction of his energy, it was definitely much easier than attempting to take out his file from the enemy folder. Once someone was placed in that, it was permanent. There was no going back, it was actually frightening considering how easy it was to turn someone into an enemy. What was worse was not knowing who these people were actually trained by, they weren't government. Not even the government had such a sophisticated arsenal, this was definitely private. By the time Thane had exited her mind, backup had arrived. "Freeze!" The woman spoke as soon as she saw her allies, ex-allies. Thane took a step back so the army personnel could hash out their problems on their own. Judging by how much training she had, the fight would be over quick, if one could even call it a fight. "Drop your weapons." Thane had just realized she was still sweating underneath, he never gave the stop order. It was too late to reverse it as well, there was no way anyone would let him make eye contact with her. The backup had already figured out what he had done. One of the soldiers caught on a little too quickly, not wanting to take any chances he pointed his rifle at Thane and began to bark an order. Everything happened so fast he didn't know what came first, all he knew was the soldier somehow got suspended midair and his rifle lay on the ground. A quick look at where all the other rifles were pointed revealed the origin of the phenomenon. As soon as he turned to take a look he heard more rifles drop to the ground, instantly causing him to look back. The rest of the backup now were floating at least 40 feet of the ground. How nobody walking up and down the streets noticed them was a mind boggling phenomenon in itself. He could see her hand shaking, after a few more seconds of having defy gravity she finally ran out of energy. It was like sandbags falling to the ground, only with bones that weren't connected in the right spots anymore. They were still alive, he could tell by the moans of agony. For how long however, was a question for a doctor. The female soldier wasted no time in ridding herself of her radio and then holding Thane, once again, at gunpoint. She inched closer to him until she was at an arm's length, a kick in the back was a good motivator to start moving. Motels in the city were easy to find, poverty tends to make such a residence flourish. Thane had the great opportunity to sit in a chair tied like a madman while she released herself from the armor. The first thing he was surprised at was the length of her hair, he thought it was mandatory to have a near bald head when entering the military. The woman however, sported a full head of wavy red hair that reached her lower back. How she managed to control that in her outfit was a mystery only she could solve. She removed the goggles to reveal her crystal blue eyes, the scarf and the body armor were the next to go. Soon she was in just a black t-shirt and cargos, it was enough to say plenty of scenes were playing in the gutter Thane's mind had taken a trip towards. Throughout the entire ordeal, his breathing remained calm and hands still. The woman however was a different case, she had to severely injure her comrades who had apparently betrayed her. She was at the point where she didn't know who to trust, her mind was a mess and edging towards chaos each passing second. "How did you get them to join you?" She pulled out the gun once again and held it mere centimeters away from his forehead. "I didn't do anything." "Lies!" She choked him with newfound energy until his skin turned into a reddish brown, "Now tell me what you did" He used the closeness to get as deep into her mind as he could before agreeing to explain what happened. Her hand was still connected to his neck although she didn't use any force, she warned him that he would crush him if he lied again. Thane had an idea of what type of crush she meant, the bodies didn't paint a pretty picture. "Last week I was at the doctor." As Thane went on with a work of fiction, he summoned up an army of tendrils to invade her mind. He spoke in an arctic calmness while the tendrils used a scorched earth strategy. He was done sneaking around, this required a brute force method. The tendrils smashed their way into her unconsciousness, the amount of pain she felt couldn't be measured. Despite having conjured up an army only two tendrils managed to get into the unconscious, one more than he needed. Thane quickly found the orb the central orb that encompassed her entire personality, he sharpened the tendril until it was sharper than a needle point and injected it into the orb. She was dominant in every sense as well as having enough confidence to feed a high school. No wonder she chewed and spat out every opinion Thane threw at her, he had to go deeper. There had to be an origin of this behavior. He dug deeper, careful not to shatter the orb and tried to follow the emotion. He found that her convictions were solid and made the world for herself, it was a one woman show and the show was definitely run by her. The opinions of others didn't matter, no matter what position they may have held. However underneath everything there was one figure that was seated above all else inside her mind, the figure was of someone but it was too blurry to decipher. It could've been anyone, a teacher, a father or a lover even. The figure had instilled this way of thought inside her head but Thane had other plans, while she experienced complete agony he put the tendrils to work. Instead of relying on this ambiguous figure, Thane wanted her to rely on him and him only. It was only a matter of time until her mind completely shut down and threw an error, whatever he wanted to do he needed to do it quick otherwise he would have another Amanda on his hands. Thane sent messages of authority, trust and love through the tendril, which was acting much like an injection. Soon the ambiguous figure had nothing to do but resign so he could take over the throne. Thane quickly exited her mind and let her recover, a little push from him speeded up the recovery process. Mere moments later she stumbled to her feet and stared at him in shock, her attitude had definitely changed. She immediately removed the zip ties and untied him, all after profusely apologizing for her actions. That was it, she was his. Thane stood from the seat and stared into her eyes before grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her head back. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "go freshen up, you're covered in sweat." She didn't waste a second as she ran to the bathroom to carry out his instructions. He stood in the doorway watching, she rid herself of the t-shirt revealing the black sports bra holding the F cups back. I don't really mind the sweat now that I think of it. With the sinister grin firmly planted on his face he walked inside. Thane went up behind her and covered her mouth and nose, squeezing tightly making sure to block her airflow before whispering in a calm demeanor, "Think of this as punishment." Thane pulled her down to the ground until she was sitting on her ass and ripped the sports bra off, all while his hand blocked her from breathing. She could've easily tossed him against the wall but that would've gone against the programming he instilled in her, he was untouchable. Thane dragged her by the face and neck towards the toilet before pushing her face on the seat, she tried resisting but eventually gave out. Thane grabbed her hair with one hand while choking her with the other, once she gave up resisting he pushed her head fully in the toilet, completely submerging it. "Stay there." There wasn't assertiveness or anger in his voice, it was completely monotone but she obeyed regardless. While her face was still in there he flushed the toilet causing her to start gargling the liquid. With his hand still attached to her hair he yanked her head out and violently smacked her tits, leaving more and a few palm prints. Broken Kingdom Ch. 03 "Tell me, what's your name?" Even though Thane already knew it, he wanted to hear it from her while she panting desperately trying to recover some air. "Abigail." She finally spat out after taking in as much oxygen as she could. "Good. Now Abigail get back in there." Without remorse he shoved her head back in the toilet. "No Abigail, show me your face." While she was submerged, she turned her head to the side so he could see her getting submerged. She lasted a few seconds before Thane felt some resistance, "No no, you can hold it." He made her stay in there for a few more seconds before letting go. She popped her head up, face completely coated in water and excess liquid traveling down to her tits. While she held on to the base of the toilet for support, he allowed his member to see the light of day. Once again Thane grabbed her by the hair and slapped her with his dick, instructing her to open her mouth. Pinning her to the wall and holding the sides of her head with both hands he began to fuck her face, "Stay there Abi." Thane's voice did not match his actions one bit, while the voice couldn't have been calmer his actions could not have been more violent. He fucked her face without remorse before getting the zip-ties from her cargos and tying her hands behind her back. Thane sat her on her ass with her back to the wall while he held her head, she was now completely in his possession. He shoved his fully erect cock deep inside her throat and held it there while calmly staring down. Thane held the expression of a scientist conducting an experiment to see what would happen. Abigail tried to move her face free but it only made it go further inside, it was only until the spit began to drip from her bottom lip that he pulled out. Thane bent down and grabbed her tongue before yanking it out, he tugged it on a few times to ensure it would stay out. After the little change in the experiment he resumed his face fucking session, "look at me." While he shoved his cock in and out of her throat she followed his instructions down to the letter. Every time she would attempt to close her eyes he would spit on her forehead or slap her to bring the orders back to attention. Once the tears began to roll down the cheeks a grin formed on his face, "back to the toilet. Face in the bowl and ass up." He took his cock out and slapped her on the nose before dragging her to the toilet. On her knees he pushed her head in the bowl and pulled down her cargos, revealing the treasure underneath. Thane went inside her pants once again and took out the tactical knife and put it to use on her panties, cutting them off and then lining his cock with her pussy. "Face in the bowl I said." Thane grabbed her hips and threw pacing out the window and he made like a piston and fucked her as violently as he could. As he thrusted in and out of her he slapped her meaty ass making sure to mark her, she was his and he wanted the world to know. "Whose is this?" Thane wanted her to be completely submissive to him, he was the master not the other way around. Abigail resisted saying anything as she stayed in the bowl but he repeated his question again. When she didn't answer the second time he grabbed her hair and pulled her before pushing her to the wall. He pulled her ass out and thrusted back in before mauling her tits, "whose is this?" There was much more assertiveness now. "Yours." Abigail meekly responded. "That's right." Thane pulled her head back by her hair and kissed her cheeks. "On your knees." Thane pulled out and dropped Abigail on her knees, her ass facing him. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back before lining his dick with her mouth, "open." She obediently replied as the emerald green had overtaken her eyes. His dick went deeper and deeper into her throat as he bent down and played with her tits. She was choking as her throat tried to push out his cock but his thrusts were more powerful, the only thing she was able to push out was spit. "No!" Thane, or rather the voice, saw his vision getting blurry. He tried pulling out but Abigail's body now attempting to swallow his cock, providing a whole new sensation in itself. He instantly climaxed exploding in her throat, with each load shot in her throat his vision got hazier and hazier until everything drifted into the blackness. ------ "Tell Amanda or whoever the fuck else you linked to sleep double. If they sleep you don't have to." Something else was obviously taking priority as Aaron kept staring into space. Even when he faced Thane to speak, it was as if he was constantly inspecting him. "You work, you go to school. I don't want to hear about no bullshit in any of those places, you hear me?" "Yo, for a place saying do what you want, it don't feel like I'm doing what I want." Thane always had a smart mouth but it was a godly talent unique to him that he used it in the worst possible times. "People do what they wanna do fine but your dumbass goes to these fucking blackouts and then my ass gotta do damage control. First you take my fucking link, and fuck you for that by the way, then you go fuck a doctor's assistant." Aaron put a new face on stress, so much so that he took out a brand new pack of Marlboro lights before taking a deep breath through his nose. He tapped the pack on his palm of his right hand four times before utterly destroying the plastic covering. Once the pack was nicely bent and abused, he took out a stick of portable lung cancer and stuck it between his lips. Watching him frantically look for a lighter put a unique smile on Thane's face, a smile that oozed of genuine joy. Damage control? Bitch, can you ever give a straight fucking answer. Oh shit, he probably heard that. Why am I still on this? Thane remembered, a bit late however, that Aaron could read minds with much more finesse, not to mention ease, than he could ever imagine. "Just do the shifts until they pass or whatever." Once Aaron finally found his lighter, he hurriedly lit the end and inhaled the contents before letting the smoke creep out of his mouth. He kept his mouth slightly open to let the rest flow out before shoving the cancer stick back in. Like magic, the stress seemed to just fade away. "I don't know what's going on and you don't either. So until someone does, just sit tight. Rub one out if you got to but no using that power." Did he hear me? Why isn't he reacting? ------- "Mmph, fuck you Aaron." Thane rubbed his eyes before violently closing them again, the light from the bulbs hit him directly. "Fuck!" He rolled over to his side and slowly opened them, when he realized they couldn't be opened fully he used the squinting approach and crawled out the room. Once he hit carpet he fell down back onto the soft crimson artificial ground. As Thane got comfortable on the carpet he remembered the chase and worse, being held at gunpoint. As if struck by a bolt of lightning, he sprang onto his feet before adopting a very poor boxing stance. It took a moment to take in the fact that he was in a motel room, it took a few more to realize he wasn't cuffed anymore. The fuck? As he forced himself to remember the events of the day, he remembered the voice and then a time skip. When he tried to talk to the voice inside his head again, it was radio silence. What the shit? Freaking out would've been a logical response but Thane had more pressing matters on hand, such as the amazon glaring him down in the chair. "Uhhh, hi?" He didn't recognize her without the uniform, although the extremely weak wall of bravery was quickly crushed a glance later. "Sit down." Her tone was coated with anger and aggression. "You're going to answer a few questions, sit down." Judging from the 9 mm pistol pointed at him, along with a dozen daggers floating in mid-air that were just coincidentally aimed in his direction, it was a good idea to agree with her demands. "Yea, sure." Thane took a seat on the floor and crossed his legs, making sure to keep his hands in the air. If he had a white flag he would've waved it but a surrender seemed just fine. Abigail raised her left eyebrow for a moment before analyzing his demeanor and then him in general, "Explain your actions." Thane wanted his captor to elaborate but judging by his situation, he didn't have much wiggle room. He took a chance and retold his story from the beginning, she wasn't interested in his life however. "I'm referring to the events that took place inside the bathroom." Shit, I gotta explain being a bitch now? He took a deep breath while looking for a way to explain his vomiting without further reducing his manhood. "So I got a weak stomach I guess, ulcers and whatnot. Sometimes when I'm woozy I throw up, it's pretty common." Truth laced with a few lies tends to sound better and pleases the ears much more, however it wasn't the answer she was looking for. The answers she wanted, needed in this case, would forever remain unanswered. Everything after getting held at gunpoint was a blank, a blackout one could consider. The more she inquired, the more confused he became. However, in the midst of the confusion Thane did come to a realization, the blackouts were all events when the voice took over. Every time the voice took over, Thane was gifted with a link. Although the process was morally questionable, the fact remained that he had links. Although Abigail had the emerald green eyes, she didn't possess any link like features. There was no underlying sense of obedience, nor was there a sense of concern for his well-being. With the amount of weapons that were aimed at him, he didn't deem it sensible to take a chance. He had to operate under the assumption that she wasn't in anyway influenced by him. The mystery with the voice would have to wait, although Thane secretly wished it would come to the rescue once again. Needless to say, Thane did not perform well under pressure. "You have no recollection of what you did?" Thane wanted to recollect, in fact he wanted to know exactly what happened during his blackouts. The only clue he had to go on was that the voice controlled his body during those times, other than that he had nothing in the memory bank for that time. If there was a locked memory, at least he would know the mind was trying to hide something. Having no memory on the other hand, only raised a hundred more questions. "I don't recall a lot of things actually. See I've been having these blackout-" Before he could finish his explanation, Abigail rested her face in the palm of her right hand. She raised both her eyebrows, yelling the expression that she wasn't buying any of it. Then with her left hand partly in the air, she extended her index and middle finger in a vertical position and let them drop. Coincidentally, two daggers became surrounded by a misty blue aura before hurling themselves at him. Both weapons sliced the outmost portion of his fingers. "Then explain that." The daggers suddenly came back to life and reacquired the misty aura before finding their way to his ring finger and stabbing through, making sure to hit hourglass. "From the beginning and make it quick." The dullness in her voice was proof of how little she cared for Thane. It takes a truly heartless being to ignore another's screams. He was about to pass out from the sheer sight of the blood, the visibility of his bone played a part as well. "You fucking bitch!" Thane rolled in semicircles, screaming in agony. He gripped his wrist for unknown reasons and yelled at the ceiling, each second the daggers cut deeper and deeper. "Take over! Take over!" The slight smile on her face was the first to go as she heard Thane beg to relinquish control, she pulled back the daggers and let them drop to the floor. The misty aura was nowhere to be seen, the 10 remaining behind her dropped as well. "What did you say?" She walked over to him and stared him directly in the eyes but he was in too much agony to respond back. Thane kept repeating the same thing over and over again before going silent. "Who's going to take control? Come on, tell me. Wake up!" She slapped his cheeks repeatedly but a lack of response forced her to give up, "shit." She made sure he was alive before packing out her armor, it was unlikely she would be able to go back after the damage she caused. She peeked out the window by stretching open the blinds just enough for her eyes to take a glimpse outside. She remained in that position for a quite a while showing off her mental and physical fortitude as she remained perfectly still. Wake up Thane. The voice was back and this time much clearer than before. Instead of a crisp whisper, it was like hearing the voice from a small speaker. You have to leave, quick Thane. The voice had apparently overestimated Thane's abilities. All Thane could do at the moment was groan in pain and unsuccessfully hold back the tears. Thane you have to leave. "Fuck you!" Thane slammed the injured hand on the floor in the heat of the moment and then instantly regretted it. Within a few seconds the pain had exponentially increased, especially after a bit of the carpeting dug into the wound. Thane held his hand close and bent over trying to catch his breath, his eyes were closed the entire time to block out the view of the blood. Abigail glanced back apathetically and analyzed him once over, he was in no position of giving answers so she went back to her original behavior. If only she knew who he was talking to. While one hand tended to the blinds the other remained at the ready, a foggy blue mist surrounded her hand at all times. Do you wish that I take over? Thane didn't even have to think about it, it was an instant agreement. He would've done anything to be free of the pain. As you wish my friend. Thane's body arched its back with elbows flared out, its breathing was obstructed by an unknown force while the eyes rotated clockwise transforming into a solid orange hue. The breathing became abnormally calm as the body came back to life, only this time operated by a different pilot. The sinister being had once again taken control. As it adjusted to the body and regained its footing, it let out an extended sigh. As it stood upright, it inspected the wounded hand and then the bone that saw the light of day. Surprisingly it felt no pain as it rotated the hand, "quite a serious wound." It spoke in an intrigued tone like it had just made a research finding. The voice was also heard by the soldier standing by the window, she quickly turned back and aimed the pistol at him. She didn't feel the need to interrogate when she saw the dastardly smile again. As a message she fired a warning shot by his right shoulder, merely scraping it. Fortunately, for him that is, she had a silencer equipped drastically mellowing the sound. Couple that with a neighborhood where crime was normal, the chance of anybody noticing, or caring for the matter, was incredibly slim. The voice barely flinched as the bullet grazed him, she didn't even manage to cause a dent in that smile. At best, she only solidified it. "Who...What are you?" Fear was slowly creeping its way into her psyche as curiosity got the best of her. With the pistol now aimed at his skull, she demanded answers. "Hmm, I have never been asked that question. Hmm, for now I guess, yes. You may call me J." His statements caused a noticeable state of confusion in the soldier, a change that he noticed acutely. "No, I am not Thane, although he is a friend. You may think of me as Thane with complete freedom." "Enough!" Her eyes glowed as they adopted a glossy blue color while blue smoke engulfed her entire body. The daggers found their way to her and then pointed themselves in his direction. When the show didn't appear to faze him she fired a shot just right of the stomach. With the added pressure from her power, the bullet made a clean exit forming a circular tunnel through his body. "I don't think my friend Thane would mind if I made you into a drooling fuck toy." J spoke in a monotone voice, completely undisturbed by the bullet hole in his body. "Yes. That seems, fitting." Broken Kingdom Ch. 04 "For a good month I've been working and staying low like you said. I kept shut and didn't socialize whatsoever and then one day I'm coming home from the night shift and I see like these people in heavy armor just staring me down. Obviously I'm gonna get spooked, bro have you seen our neighborhood?" Aaron smiled and agreed with Thane, the reaction was definitely normal. He offered Thane a cigarette stating that it'll calm his nerves but he stuck to his views, there was no way he was voluntarily setting himself up for cancer. Thane politely refused and watched Aaron enthusiastically speed up the hourglass of his life before continuing. "So, I change direction and then they start following me. This is when I know I'm the target or someone on their list, come on I watch tv man. Next thing I know I'm being hunted." Thane spoke with sheer desperation as he spilled every bit of information to Aaron. "That's when you heard the voice?" Thane nodded after bumming a cigarette off Aaron, it only took a look back at the incident to rearrange his priorities. Suddenly, death by cancer seemed to be the least of his troubles. Even though the cigarette weighed next to nothing, his hand shook uncontrollably. Aaron saw his reluctance and as a twisted act of kindness performed the honors of lighting it for him. "The voice is the one giving you the links right?" Once again Thane just nodded as he inhaled the cancerous toxins, holding them inside for a moment before forcing them out of his body. His lungs soon followed as he nearly coughed them out, it took a few more puffs to get his body adjusted to the toxins. "How bad is it looking?" He wasn't naive enough to think the incident wouldn't warrant a punishment. While Aaron could definitely understand his situation, there was no way he was going to overlook it. "For starters, I can't get a trace of the woman you were with. I found the blood trail of the bodies but not the bodies so I don't know who you're talking about. Then we got the fact that you have someone in your head that's causing these blackouts and finally, there's someone that can take control over your body and really fuck shit up for you. So I guess it's looking pretty fucking bad Thane, pretty motherfucking bad." "None of that shit was my fault, I did exactly what you fucking said!" This was the first time Thane had raised his voice in front of Aaron, the act alone could've gotten him killed. Fortunately, Aaron felt the need to light up another cigarette instead of discipline him. "Did I say it was your fault?" Midway through lighting his cigarette, Aaron managed to completely derail Thane's hate speech. "I said it's looking bad, I never said it couldn't be fixed." Both of them inhaled deeply and in turn relaxed a bit, easing tensions all around. "I got a solution, you ain't gonna like it but it's your only bet." It wasn't like he had any other option so he heard Aaron out and just like Aaron pointed out, he did not like it. The solution was less of a solution and more of a life altering punishment. "What kind of solution is that? Give up my power? For what? Why?" Aaron laughed and mockingly shook his head, after which he reminded Thane that he didn't have to take it. Thane already understood from his tone that this meant nothing for him, Aaron didn't care if he took it or not. From the way it sounded, he could find a thousand more just like him. The world was saturated with wolves apparently. "What happens after that?" Thane bit the bullet, Aaron was more of an advantage than the random person that could potentially take over Thane's body whenever he wanted. "There's this lady." From the way Aaron smiled, Thane already knew he was not going to like this. "Her ability is to switch the powers of other people. She can't do shit by herself so that's why she works with the organization, the big ass pay don't hurt neither. So, yea you lose this power but you get something else." "Oh thank god, I thought I was going to lose everything." The relief was short-lived, very short-lived as he heard about the process and a bit more about the woman. She lived in a pretty large house in a private community so he didn't have to worry about getting caught, or found in his case. The weird part was how her ability was activated, in order for her to do whatever she does she needed to actively fuck the patient. She also needed to orgasm and from Aaron's unnaturally specific description, it was extremely hard. Kinky did not do justice to what she was. "Uhh, how umm." Thane couldn't control the embarrassment as his cheeks turned beat red. "She like, uhh." Thankfully Aaron understood what the bumbling idiot was trying to say, the odds were definitely not in Thane's favor. The woman also happened to be in her fifties and the process usually took two days, at the very least. Just to give Thane more of a complex, the person who finished the process in two days was considered a god in bed. "Now I know you fucking with me. You just like J man, exaggerating motherfucker." Thane, being a quick learner, readily adopted Aaron's technique of holding the cigarette. With his right hand slightly balled up, the cigarette sat snuggly between the ring finger and pinky with the filter placed carefully between the index and thumb.. Everytime they took a puff, they snapped their fingers, softly, on the way down to knock off the ash accumulating at the end. Aaron stood and tossed his pack to Thane before winking, "Alert man, I like that. Them shits I gave you right now is for the fuck. Whenever the fucker tries to talk to you, get a bit of info and be like you gotta light up. That shit will break the communication for a while and when you got some shit solid for me, just hit me up." Thane looked at the nicotine laced stick with a new found love, the disgust turned into admiration in a heartbeat. The cancer magnet was a step closer towards gaining control back of his life. He smiled and leaned against the wall, right foot wrapping around the other before taking another puff. This time he merely opened his mouth and let the fumes take their time exiting his body Aaron also gave him a moment to process everything before laying out his options for the future. "Fuck laying low, I need to know who the fucker in your head is and how the fuck he got in there. When does he pop?" Thane knocked off the ash from the end and shrugged his shoulders, "Like I said man, I wasn't hearing his voice until the manhunt. Before I just had some blackouts." Thane didn't like the thought of sharing his body, and mind, either but he couldn't simply conjure up a solution. "I know he likes to fuck though." The comment did pretty well on accessing Aaron's curiosity. Thane explained that he remembered bits and pieces of each link. At first he just thought they were fantasies but after physically hearing the voice and letting him take over, the truth was obvious. The only memories that he had were quick and fleeting but he remembered keenly that they all involved blowjobs. "Blowjobs?" "Naa straight up balls deep status." Aaron's eyebrow remained firmly raised as Thane described the intruder's fetish, specifically his love for deepthroating. "Whenever the fucker tried to fuck it was like half-assed. He just went back to getting blown." It was then that Thane remembered what the voice had told him, he would make links for Thane. All he had to do was point out who he wanted to recruit, everything else would be taken care of. Amanda was linked the same way as was Veruca. Hee rubbed out the remainder of the cigarette on the corner of the wall, "I know how to get him." Thane couldn't believe the solution was that easy, all he had to do was find women that he wanted to fuck and the voice would do everything for him. All he had to do was ask some questions beforehand and slowly they could get an identity. Aaron, on the other hand simply shook his head and gave Thane an intent stare of disappointment. When he still couldn't figure out the stupidity of the plan, Aaron proceeded to point it out for him. "So to catch the guy you're going to mind wipe dozens of women." He let that sit for while before continuing. "And motherfucker, how do you know that the links are even yours. What if he's just using your body and making the links his?" Fortunately Thane's brain connected the dots and he quickly retracted his plan. "So what do I do?" "Like I said, go to the woman." Aaron took out an address and handed it to him, "I was exaggerating about the age. She's in her early forties, everything else was on point. Use the cigs until she fixes you. Now if you don't have any other great ideas to share, get the fuck going." Thane left the motel room to embrace the comfort of the rain clouds. The wind blew at just the right speed to cool the body while the occasional droplet of rain created an atmosphere of remembrance. He leaned against the railing for a moment taking in the view, the single tree placed abnormally in the middle of parking lot stood stronger than ever. It held but a mere amount of branches and even less leaves, it was a miracle it was still considered alive. Every aspect of it sounded like it was on its way out, however despite the odds it remained perfectly still. The trunk of the tree stood proud, almost tempting the wind to push harder. Thane, with his hands placed comfortably in his pockets, walked down the steps towards the parking lot. He could feel droplets escaping the clouds at a faster rate, the wind also seemed to speed up. The tree looked more majestic with each step, the leaves actually looked brighter the closer he got. The trunk was the thickest he saw, probably the sturdiest as well as he glanced over the unfinished carving. The artist must've gave up halfway, carving into such a beast couldn't have been an easy feat. He just had to get in contact with this magnificent creation. "Eh yo nature boy!" The yell knocked him out of his daze. "How bad are you fucking tripping!?" Thane looked at the tree again and saw something far less than satisfying, the tree was not much taller than him and the trunk was slightly bigger than his arm. He couldn't see where the other tree ran off to, this was nothing compared to the godly representation of nature that he saw before. Aaron this time picked up an empty soda can and launched it at Thane's head, even though Thane stood a good distance away he was so dazed he tried to headbutt the can thinking it was a soccer ball. The bump and slight bleeding hinted at the fact the strange artifact was not a soccer ball. "What the fuck did you take!?" Aaron was slightly worried about Thane's condition, he even looked at his cigarette to make sure he didn't pass him something strange. Thane just stared with a dumbfounded expression, mostly staring in space and keeping his mouth open for the flies to take shelter. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck." Aaron knew exactly what was happening. He raced down the steps, effectively jumping over the bottom half and performing failed hollywood stunts over cars before reaching his target. He shoved the cigarette in his mouth and forced his jaw shut before closing off the airflow through the nose. Having no other option, Thane inhaled deeply the toxins before Aaron let a pinch of clean air get in. Once again, Thane nearly coughed his lungs out. "What the fuck was that for?" The statement took a while to formulate as he constantly had to take a moment to catch his breath. Thane stood with his back bent over, holding his knees for support while his saliva glands kicked themselves into overdrive. Every other second was used to spit out the excess saliva accumulating in the confused young adult's mouth. Aaron also had to catch his breath, impersonating a stunt double was no easy feat afterall. "The fucker was making you light headed so he could take over.' "That's not possible man, he asks before he takes over my body." "Oh my bad, I forgot you got a polite motherfucking hijacker. I'm sorry, you know what just summon him up again and I'll apologize for my rude ass behavior." The sarcasm was strong, it was injected into every letter of every word. Thane was about to speak when Aaron, frustration clearly evident on his face, shushed him and refused to give him an oppurtunity to speak. He couldn't even open his mouth. Furthermore, everytime he tried to take out the cigarette, Aaron forced it back in. It took some persuasion but Thane understood the concept, he was the bitch in the situation and his only role was to follow orders. "Here's the fucking address, there's a taxi waiting for you already paid for. Keep smoking that shit, light a new one if you fucking have to. Fuck it you know what, do whatever. I'm out, I'm tired of this shit." He slapped the small chit of paper on Thane's chest and put his hands back into hoody before storming off. Once he passed the motel entrance, he snapped his fingers and continued with his path. The fuck did I do? In the midst of the confusion, one thing was certain. He had to keep inhaling the cancerous particles making sweet love to his lungs until he was fixed. As he thought about the way Aaron had said it, he felt sort of like a dog about to get neutered. Thane quickly made his way into the taxi and gave the driver the address but he calmly denied it stating that he already knew where to go. The driver spoke with grand hand gestures and during one such gesture, exposed his ring finger that also had the hourglass tattoo on it. Although on his, the top half of the hourglass was empty while the bottom was completely full. He wanted to ask the unusually talkative driver about the tattoo but something prompted him otherwise, he couldn't quite place it but he knew he shouldn't ask. The closest one would come to describing it would be calling it a gut feeling. Thane didn't feel any type of discomfort or reluctance talking about any other topic but as soon as he got closer to the organization and the power phenomenon, the gut feeling came back. It was like instinct was telling him to stay shut. The ride was quite short surprisingly, it was so quick that he didn't even register what roads they took. Actually, he didn't remember the way whatsoever. It was a complete blur. Thane remembered getting in the car and talking to the cabbie and even remembered taking a few turns but for the life of him he couldn't remember which roads they took or even where this private community was located. He had been around the neighborhood countless times, drifting further out sometimes as well but he had never heard of Warwick Hills. The name seemed to come out of a cheesy fantasy novel written by a recent college graduate with no talent in writing trying to write an erotic novel. After he got out of the cab, the driver put the pedal on the metal and sped off. All Thane heard was a screeching sound when the driver made a sharp right at the end of the block, completely running the solid red light. What the hell? That wasn't the only weird thing to happen either, Thane couldn't remember the cabbie's face or any characteristic of him. He didn't even remember the cabbie's voice or if the cabbie was a guy or girl. Somehow everything about the person just faded from his mind. He remembered everything they talked about however, down to the dirty jokes but nothing remotely close to an image came up. Even weirder was the fact that there was only one house in the so called gated community, the security guard didn't even bother to look at him but did let him inside however. Since Thane was already on guard, his senses were all on high alert. As he glanced over the guard he saw the same hourglass symbol on his ring finger, the same symbol the cabbie had as well. The top half was completely empty and the bottom was full. Needless to say, Thane was starting to get goosebumps. He stepped into fear territory when he walked a couple feet away from the security booth, beside the symbol he had no recollection of the security guard. When he looked back, the booth was well over a mile away but he was sure he took no more than six steps. The madness didn't stop there, the entire distance from the security booth and the house was devoid of life. The place had the foundations of houses setup but nothing more, like they were abandoned before serious work even started. Not wanting to give into the fear, Thane carefully took out his headphones and silently plugged them into an old mp3 player. It was the best he could afford with his meager salary, that was apparently his punishment for getting on Aaron's nerves. With the headphones in, he threw safety out the window as he blasted soothing instrumental music on the highest possible volume. Once the music began to work on his nerves, he continued his way to the only house in the premises. Although he only took a few steps he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. As evidence from his previous feats of ultra-masculine bravery, he decided to walk faster. He was here on a mission after all, there was no point in doing side quests. This was life, not a game where one could reload as many times as they wanted. After what seemed like hours, Thane looked back and saw he was not more than a few feet from the security gate. He was completely sure that he was walking towards the house, it was right in front of him. He saw it the entire time. As soon as he turned back to look, he found himself right back at the security gate. The music did nothing to his nerves now, he was in a state of utter panic. He could not only sense someone watching him but now feel it as well. Thane darted towards the house, running as fast he could before running out of breath a few minutes later. He was sure he made it to the entrance of the house by now, he saw himself closing in with remarkable speed. Once he regained his breath he stood upright but found himself once again being watched. This time whoever was watching him seemed to get closer. Panicked, Thane looked back and once again saw the security booth. What the fuck! He screamed mentally, not wanting to draw anymore attention to himself. This time however, as he faced the security booth he felt someone was right behind him. Standing over his shoulder, almost a foot taller than him leering down at him. He quickly turned and punched wildly, fists going in every direction while his eyes remained sealed. The lack of contact forced him to open his eyes to adjust his aim but he saw nothing, more specifically he was directly in front of the house. The short white wooden fence door remained open, welcoming him inside. Nothing seemed to be making sense but he knew one thing, that if he looked back there was no telling when he was going to get out of the loop. He quickly entered the property's premises and rushed inside the front door. In all honesty, he didn't even get to see what the house looked like. the only thing he remembered was a large suburban house with a two car garage. It had to be at least three stories but nothing more, it also didn't really fit the theme of the area he was in. The name of the community just didn't fit the house, it made no sense. The one constant however was the feeling of being watched, he could still feel someone standing right behind him watching his every move. The very fiber of his being wanted to turn around and look but previous mistakes tend not to be repeated. The inside, although beautiful, had a vague but sinister aura. He could feel literally hundreds upon hundreds of eyes watching, judging his every move. Thane couldn't tell if his mind was playing tricks on him or if he was actually the star of a twisted movie. Remembering what Aaron had told him, he took out another cigarette and lit the end before inhaling deeply. Instead of eliminating his fears, it only served to bring them to new heights. The eyes quickly revealed themselves, but they weren't eyes. They were cameras, hundreds of them all aimed at different parts of the house. The living room, the room in which he stood, had at least eight cameras and those were the ones he could see. Broken Kingdom Ch. 04 Thane didn't know what to think, let alone knowing what to do. He had close to five cameras pointed at him, the blinking red dot told him that they were recording. All he knew was that someone, somewhere was watching him. Did Aaron set me up? With everything in question, one thing was certain. There was no way he was going back outside, he would gladly take the unwanted 15 minutes of fame over the invisible stalker. The cameras looked oddly out of place as he walked into the victorian inspired living room. The high ceilings and fancy molding gave it away, it reminded him of his fourth grade school trip to a private senior living residence. Everything looked old in the room, except none of it did. Every single piece of furniture looked as if it was just made. The room even had an antique phone on the cupboard, Thane remembered seeing the phone used in old movies. He couldn't help himself and raced towards it, for a moment forgetting he was being watched. "Holy shit, it works." He could hear the faint static in the dial tone as he placed the handle to his ear. Before he could play with the rotary system he heard a voice on the other end of the line, specifically one that belonged to a woman. His first thought was that he wasn't alone in the house, at first it brought upon a sense of safety but soon his mind remembered all the horror movie plotlines. That sense of safety quickly faded into a state of full blown panic. Thane was so scared he slammed the phone on its base and yanked out the handle, creating a somewhat useful weapon in the process. He held the handle like a bat and swung at every camera in the room, he wasn't going to be killed on camera at least. Before he got to the final camera a woman came rushing down the stairs begging him to stop. She wore a dress reminded him of the middle ages. The only time he saw a corset was in an adventure movie with witches as the main theme. In fact, he could've swore she was wearing the exact corset one of the witches wore in the movie. As she got further into view he saw that she had a matching black skirt, which definitely had seen better days. The accordion style skirt was littered in holed and it looked like a few inches were torn off from the bottom. Now he was certain he had seen the outfit before. "Don't break the cameras, please." He had to force himself to not stare at her breasts, the corset practically threw them at his face. Aaron was right about one thing at least, she was definitely well into her late forties. "Why not!?" There were too many questions floating around in his mind, especially why she just happened to wear a costume from a really bad low budget movie. Thane specifically remembered scrolling through nearly forty pages of adventure movies before finally selecting one at random. The actors weren't even good enough to be even mentioned online and as far as he could tell, Halloween was several months away. The woman raised her hands and walked slowly to the sofa before sitting down. "You were sent by Aaron right?" The grip wasn't as tight anymore even though his guard was still on full alert. Thane tried to respond but found himself slurring his words or often losing his voice mid-sentence. He quickly shook himself out of the daze once he realized what was happening and then tightened his grip on the telephone handle again. The prior events had already put in Thane in an anxious state and she her questioning wasn't doing anything to help her case. All she did was dig herself a deeper hole as he solidified his suspicions and began paying heed to the ever increasing questions swimming through his mind. "I'm not here to hurt you, trust me." There was no way he was going to trust her after everything he just experienced, it was too convenient. It is too convenient. Thane was too engrossed in his suspicion of the woman to even notice his hijacker had crept back into his psyche. The cameras, the forgotten cab driver, the illusive security guard. It just doesn't make sense, does it? "No it doesn't." Thane whispered under his breath as he increased his grip on the handle. With his attention completely devoted to the woman sitting in front of him, there was nothing to stop the hijacker from gaining access to his innermost thoughts and fears. Why didn't she come after you broke the first camera? And why is she wearing that costume? Look closely at the skirt, the tears are fresh. Little by little it stripped the layers of trust Aaron had added. The voice was right, the tears still had the renegade strings on the bottom. As he looked closely at her hands he could see a long black string barely holding onto her pinky. She was expecting you Thane, the voice concluded his argument after successfully proving his theory. The realization shattered his very core as he immediately was taken over by a sudden feeling of nausea. He couldn't begin to imagine what was possibly in store for him, another glance at the cameras sent a chill down his spine. "What were you, what were you going to do to me?" There was a subtle uneasiness in his voice. The woman tried to give an answer but she made the mistake of trying to get up. Thane gripped the phone like a katana got himself into a predatory stance, he didn't need an answer no more. What can she tell you that you already don't know Thane? It was right, he already knew what this was leading to. This was possibly the last time Thane would ever see the light of day. "You're right." "Who's right Thane?" The woman heard him converse with himself. She most likely had an idea on what was happening as she used her eyes to point at the box of cigarettes on the floor. She wants you to push me away Thane. Tell me, why would I harm you. Wasn't I the one that saved you from the soldiers? I don't remember Aaron or anybody from the organization coming to your rescue. Once again, the voice proved itself true as Thane recollected the events. Let me take care of this my friend, give me control and I will once again save you. The voice made a solid argument and as reluctant as he was, Thane couldn't find a reason not to. After a few moments of suspenseful soul searching he took a deep breath and whispered, "Okay take control." "Thane no!" The woman lunged towards the cigarettes as soon as she heard the words leave his mouth, unfortunately she was a tad bit late. She landed right in front of his feet, only to witness the sinister smile on his face. Thane had officially left the building. "Well Nina, I see you haven't aged a bit." She remained on the floor, unwilling to move an inch until she knew who or what she was dealing with. "Who are you!?" She grabbed the nearby pen and jabbed it into the lower portion of his calf as she yelled out her question. She lay stunned as it barely phased him let alone bring her to safety. The act didn't even cause a change in expression. He got down on one knee and gently ran his fingers through her hair. "I remember when I turned you into a blonde." He then began to examine the roots as if he was searching for something. "Oh look at that, your body's fighting off my changes. I see the brown coming back." Nina jumped backwards before crawling to the cupboard, only to realize the phone was destroyed. Looking back she saw the last camera go down as well. "J, please." One could almost see the fear in her eyes as her hands trembled uncontrollably. She couldn't get out a single sentence without stuttering. He on the other hand, didn't have a worry in the world. He calmly made his way to the sofa before taking a deep breath and folding his hands over his head. With his eyes still closed and hands resting on his scalp, he wiggled his right foot in Nina's direction. She sat there reluctant to move, however that quickly faded when he opened one eye and looked directly at her. She let out a light whimper and crawled towards him before kissing the tip of his beige steel-toe boot and resting her head on it. "You see Nina, Thane is my friend." He scratched the bridge of his nose before resting his hands on his scalp again. "I want the organization to leave him alone." Nina lifted her head up almost immediately in response. "What?" Her tone wasn't loud enough to count as yelling but it wasn't low enough to count as her normal voice either. Once again, he opened one eye and stared at her. She quickly kissed the tip of his boot again and rested her cheek on it, this time making sure her ass was pointed upward. "I can't do that." Without wasting a second he inquired in a tone much calmer than his original, "What can't you do Nina? You can't get the organization off my friend or you can't see you daughter giving blowjobs for a dollar behind the town diner?" Nina didn't respond. After a few more seconds of idle silence, his patience wore thin. He opened both eyes and grabbed a handful of her wavy hair before bringing it mere centimeters away from his own. He let go of her hair and grabbed her face by the cheeks before squeezing them, making a fish face as a result. With her lips protruding outwards, he kissed each one separately before asking her again. Even though she didn't respond yet again, his voice didn't waver from the calm territory. "You know how easy it'll be for me to make your daughter into my personal fucktoy? Maybe I'll have her get gangbanged. Maybe i'll put up a billboard with her face after she got cummed on by hundreds of men. Am I driving home the point Nina?" She nodded her head in agreement before fully agreeing to his demands shortly after. After he got his way, he wanted to know how exactly was she going to carry out the task. She looked at the floor defeated and answered honestly, "I don't know." Fortunately he had a solution. He leaned back against the sofa and adjusted to his previous stance and once again took a deep breath. "You're going to do what you do with this body and successfully morph my friend's power. Once you do that, you will disappear along with your daughter. I'll pay for everything as well as give you a nice retirement package. I'll also take care of everything else." She was about to say something but quickly silenced her thoughts as he opened one eye again, with him still looking she once again nodded in compliance. "Now Nina, assume position." She lifted her face a few inches away from his boots in order to untie the laces and take them off. She took off the right boot first and kissed it before laying it down gently next to her before proceeding to the next boot. She repeated the ritual with his black gold-toe socks and placed them inside the boots. Nina then crawled in between his legs and kissed the fly on his sweats before asking permission to pull them down. Once she received the green light she gently removed the sweats, along with the boxers and proceeded to fold them before laying them on the table. His dick was remarkably still limp but it didn't' bother him in the least. Nina crawled back into position but this time rested her chin on his pelvis, her cheeks touching his dick. "May I make it hard?" He shook his head and told her to wait while he still thought things over, she obeyed obediently. Not a syllable was questioned, he was in total control. "Exactly what were you going to do to Thane anyways?" There was an nerving chill that raced down her spine as she shivered subtly. Her eyes remained glued to his abdomen as if forcing herself to refrain from making eye contact. "Nina remember, you daughter could own a business or get sold to one. Think about what's on the line." Nina's eyes began to flood as a tiny streamed ran down her left cheek. With teary eyes and a pure look of helplessness she mouthed, "please." "Eh you're right, you don't know anything anyways. None of your memories really tell me much but tell the syndicate that they need to do a better job at hiding memories man. It took me like two seconds to find them." Nina rested her cheek on his pelvis facing his member with a steady stream of tears rolling down her nose. "So just tell me where the injection is and you're free to go." Nina didn't bother to fight him anymore, she already knew she couldn't lie to him. After she got on her knees she shoved her right hand into the corset, a feat of its own, and dug underneath her breast. After a few moments of uncomfortable treasure hunting, she pulled out a syringe that couldn't have been larger than a nail of one's thumb. It was absolutely tiny, so much so that majority of the it was the needle. The body of the syringe was made of some kind of metal with a tiny oval window that contained a dark pink plasma. There was also no handle on the instrument, effectively having no way to push the chemicals in. "Now unlock it." Nina grew wide-eyed as he sat there with a knowing smile. "I'm in your mind Nina, I know everything." Her hand trembled as reality sank in, so much so that she almost dropped the instrument. Before she could come up with a rebuttal, he began to tap his foot and folded his arms. Patience was running low as she fidgeted in place, unsure of what to do. She glanced at the syringe like tool multiple times as if weighing the pros and cons of following his orders. She stayed there debating with herself for a few moments, a few moments more than he was comfortable with as well. When his patience finally ran out, he snapped his fingers directly in front of her face to regain control of her attention. "Nina, remember the last time we were together during the family dinner?" The memory seemed to strike a nerve as the syringe dropped fell from her hands. "Tell me exactly what happened during the dinner and remember, it's only your daughter's life at stake." After he finished his statement, he began to count down from five to speeden up her decision making process. A tear followed shortly after she began to recollect the memory. "It was a normal Christmas dinner with my mother. Sadie was still at her friend's house and said she would stay over." As Nina retold the story, he put his elbow on his thigh and rested his face on the bottom of his palm. "I was making pasta when you came in." "And?" "You were supposed to be dead but you managed to survive somehow." It was getting harder for Nina to speak but he kept asking for more details. "I know, I'm amazing. Go on." "You snuck up behind me and told me that I had one chance to stay alive. All you needed to do was stay the night." "How did you feel Nina? Please, don't spare any details." "As soon as you grabbed me I felt pain all over my body but, but I couldn't scream. I tried, I tried to yell but nothing came out. I made the movements but nothing came out." There was a steady streams of tears flowing down her cheeks as she begged him to stop but her cries fell to deaf ears. A reminder of her daughter quickly brought her back on track. "I knew I couldn't stop you and I wanted to be free of the pain, I would've done anything to stop the pain. So I agreed to your demands and gave you the house for the night." "Tell me Nina, what happened after I changed my clothes and everything." "You saw that my mother was blind. She was sitting on her chair listening to the tv and you called me over. You also asked me to bring my mother's dinner. She couldn't hear you talk." Nina began to choke as she delved into more details. "When I put the plate down my mother asked me if everything was ok, I put the dinner down too early. The only thing I could say was yes." "And what did you do afterwards Nina?" "I was told to strip in front of my mother." She had to wipe away the tears as her eyes began to get puffy. "You wanted me to have sex with you in front of my mother and you ejaculated all over her pasta and coffee." "How much was it?" Nina's voice was a bit over a whisper since she couldn't get out more than a word without succumbing to tears. "You covered the plate with your semen and you filled a quarter of the cup with it." "What did you do with it Nina?" She refused to answer. It took various reminders as well as her daughter's picture to get the wheels rolling again. "What did you do Nina?" "I fed my mother the food! Every spoon was coated with semen and I fed it all to my mother! I even helped her drink the coffee all on the excuse that I tried a different recipe." He gave her a pat on the head and squeezed her cheeks again before pulling her face close to his. "If I can make you do that to your own mother, imagine what I can make your sweet little daughter do." She closed her eyes began to beg to mercy as she cried enough tears to fill up a small lake. He leaned close to her ear and stated, "Now Nina, I'm not going to tell you again. Activate it!" After he let her face go, she quickly put her fingerprint on the windowed portion of the syringe before plucking out a hair and inserting it through the back. "Fuse components." The instrument barely recognized her voice by her erratic breathing. As soon as the fluid turned into a solid black goo, a small trigger emerged from the back. He smiled as he took it off Nina's hands, stating that her work was done and she was free to leave. Nina didn't waste a second as she ran outside, not once looking back. "Now you owe me Thane. I'll leave you with a gift for your new life." He stated as he looked in the mirror. He gazed at the syringe like instrument and inspected every inch of it before jabbing the needle in his thigh and pressing the trigger. The goo went in surprisingly fast, instantly in fact causing him to drop lifelessly onto the floor. As soon as the substance entered his body, his eyes went white and later foam began to materialize around his mouth. Although his body was out of an host, it still went through the motions of pain. It began to sweat as it was writhing about on the floor, the clear gloss soon coated his entire body. After a couple of minutes the body stops it's squirming and lay completely still. One could've mistaken it for a corpse if it had not continued to sweat. The body had excreted so much liquid that there was a small puddle forming under it. The process continued for several minutes before a change could be noticed, the clear water that was getting expelled by the sweat no longer retained its color. The liquid first began as an extremely faint gray and slowly became pitch black before slowly returning to its original clear hue once again. Thane found himself back in his body once the perspiration ceased, needless to say he crawled into the kitchen and drank as much fluid as his stomach could store. "Mhnn." He struggled to get on his feet, even when he grabbed the handles of the faded cherry wood cabinets. Crawling was the only viable option but even that made him extremely light headed. The room began to spin, followed by blurred vision and then loud prolonged beeps ringing in his ears. He quickly stopped in his tracks and cupped his ears hoping to at least lower the intensity but the quick movement only drove him over the edge with dizziness. Now, not only did the room move but every single object inside the room moved in a different direction. Thane lasted maybe four seconds before he vomited out his stomach's contents. When his stomach was finally clear of everything, he still felt the need to puke. His body went through the motions but nothing came out until finally his body gave out and initiated an emergency shutdown. ********* Thane woke up once again back in his room but this time with a full head of memories, some that weren't even his. Most of them were like old negatives of photographs but they were there nonetheless. "Fuck it, I'm calling out." Amanda walked in wearing nothing but blue cotton panties and a pair of his white ankle socks. She rubbed her eyes with her wrist and scratched the back of her head before dragging her feet towards the bed. She had slept-in straight hair where parts of her were untouched while others flew in every direction. As she reached the bed she lifted the covers and gently lowered herself onto the bed before kissing Thane resting her head on his chest. Broken Kingdom Ch. 04 "How was the trip?" She had to readjust the covers as the strings from the edge were scratching her nose. After she pulled the covers down to her shoulders, Amanda scratched the itch with the back of her fingers before putting her arms around him. "What trip?" Thane yawned as well, he couldn't remember the last time he felt this rested. "You said Aaron was sending you somewhere to meet someone." "What?" He tried to recall the incident but came up with nothing, the only thing Aaron made him do was work. "Na, I was at work what are you talking about?" "Really? You told me you were going somewhere and wouldn't be back for a few days.I was surprised you came back last night." Thane was genuinely confused and it showed on his face. Amanda gave him a suspicious look and inquired further, "You didn't lie to me to see a girl did you?" "What!? No!" That was one thing he was sure about. Why would a person sleep in a hotel when they already have a mansion? Her expression quickly changed again, "I don't care if you have others you know, as long we share them. You can't fuck them alone, you have to fuck them with me." She gazed at him with lusty eyes while adorning a mischievous smile. "I don't have...wait what?" The quick turn of events caught him off guard, his dick however was listening quite intently. "Didn't you tell me before you needed links to get stronger? Thane acutely remembered Amanda enlightening on the topic of links but he was more than happy to take the credit. "I overheard you talking with Aaron when he was here and he said that you need links to get stronger. I heard him talk about his Veruca woman and how you made her your link by fucking her." Thane felt a twinge of guilt and found himself unable to make eye contact with the goddess. "Yea...umm about that." He remembered that he had sex with Veruca but he wasn't sure if he made her a link, the entire memory was hazy at best.. Amanda wasn't wrong to think that Thane got his links by fucking, the only two links he got were achieved by such a process so the theory wasn't so far fetched. "I really don't know how I make links to be honest. I wasn't even..." Thane stopped himself mid-sentence and pondered about the pros and cons about telling Amanda about his blackouts. After Aaron put him to work he couldn't remember a single instance where he blacked out. For all he knew, the blackouts could've been easily been his body adjusting to the changes. He didn't remember a single instance of Aaron telling him otherwise, all that he remembered Aaron telling him was that they would go away in time. "You don't know how to make links? I did hear Aaron say something about you not remembering what happened." "And how do you know Aaron?" Thane knew that she was Aaron's link before and entertained the possibility that she could be getting her memories back. "I overheard you guys talking last time." Thane looked at her in a slightly suspicious manner, she somehow knew an awful lot more than he was comfortable with. "I got bored just waiting in the room and I was curious. I'm sorry." Even though he wasn't the greatest reader of faces, Thane could see the guilt prominently displayed on her face. He wrapped his arm around her midsection and pulled her close before kissing the top of her head. Neither of them spoke for the next few minutes. Thane lost himself in his own thoughts while Amanda drew invisible pictures on his chest with her finger. "You really think sex has anything to do with links for me?" Thane also spoke out of curiousity and in turn broke the brought upon silence. "We won't know for certain without testing the theory out right?" "And you're fine with this?" It was hard to believe one could even ask such a question, even stupider was expecting an answer. However, stranger things have happened. "Yea, I mean it's not like you're giving your heart away. The kings of old had thousands of women at their disposal. You're going to eventually become a king, I just know it and I want to be the queen not just some link. So, I don't care about other links because that's all that they are." Although her reasoning was extreme and twisted, he could sort of see where she was coming from. Thane didn't know why but he wasn't so blind that he couldn't see her position. As long she was part of the linking process she would always be something more than just a link. However, he knew there was always some fine print associated with everything. "What if my linking process does need sex, what then?" "Like I said before, I don't care if you have sex with other women as long we share them. So you can't fuck some random girl when I'm not around." "And what if I do?" There wasn't even a second of delay with his remark, not a second of thought either. He just couldn't control the smart mouth of his, then again lessons learned hard are not easily forgotten. Amanda detached herself from his body and walked out the room, ignoring his pleas just added salt to the wounds. Once he realized she wasn't coming back to join him he followed her like a lost puppy. He wound up in the kitchen where she was about to pour herself some juice. Feeling guilty, he closed the distance between them and hugged her from behind before kissing her on the back of her neck. He apologized continuously as she ever so slowly poured the Vitamin D enriched orange nectar, despite his efforts she denied his atonement and drank the liquid without muttering a word. Amanda didn't break away from the hug but she didn't respond either. Thane admitted that he was an idiot and should put a filter between his brain and mouth after apologizing numerous times. When nothing seemed to be working he ceased all efforts of talking and simply plopped his chin onto her shoulder and made himself comfortable. If she was determined to stand her ground, so was he. "I'm not letting go you know." Once again he was met by silence as Amanda stared at everything but him. As his utterly subpar attempt at flirting failed, epically, he sighed and readjusted his arms. The hot breath caressing the body of her neck caused her to fidget slightly but their bodies moved in such a way that Thane ended up tickling her. She couldn't control herself as she let out a chuckle that she was trying so hard to push back down. "Somebody's ticklish." Thane stated in an evil tone, finally he was able to get a response from her. "Don't tickle me." The statement that was supposed to be laced with anger got bombarded with chuckling, which only instigated him to push further. "Okay." As he gave her the false sense of security he poked midsection as if pressing a button, the result was an uncontrollable laughter coupled with a failed attempt to escape. She was so busy with laughing that she didn't have the strength to break his grip, the more she tried to wriggle away the more he tickled her. He wasn't going to stop until she was the one on the begging end, fortunately he didn't have to wait long. She lasted a handful of seconds before begging him to stop. "Please, Thane...Please" Each word was followed by seconds of mass laughter and although Thane loved exploiting her weakness, he wasn't that cruel. He gave in to the vixen's requests and assumed his previous position of simply hugging the woman. Although far less exciting it gave a certain warm feeling all around. "I stopped, but you gotta drop the cold shoulder. I said I was sorry, I was-" She didn't wait for him to finish his statement, "I don't like jokes like that." The anger was back and this time, laughter wasn't there to bail Thane out. "I know I'm your link but I thought I was special you know, being your first and everything." He silenced her worries by tilting her chin towards him and kissing her passionately. He pulled her in closer than before and planted soft kisses on her cheek before making his way to her ear and whispering, "I don't even want to make links. You're more than enough for me." All the while he was thinking about how this wasn't her true personality, he was intoxicated by the version of Amanda he made. The thoughts wouldn't stop and soon occupied his entire mind. Even though he had the beauty all to himself, he couldn't stop wondering of what she was originally like. Questions on morality came soon after as he debated whether it was okay for him to leave Amanda like this or if he should look for a cure of some sorts. All together, the useless thoughts ended up killing his boner. It was so dead that not even viagra could revive it. Thane had to settle for cuddling and kisses as his mind took him through an ethics lesson. While he was busy figuring out his plans with Amanda the house phone rang, the first bell didn't register as he was practically in a trance but the second brought him up to speed. Unfortunately, he had his hands full and prioritized accordingly. Amanda's patience ran out after the third bell, the phone was right in front of them. She scoffed at his laziness and put the phone on speaker. "Yea?" Thane's rather informal method of answering the phone didn't sit well with the person on other end, his aunt. Memories about their last encounter began to emerge into his conscious mind. He remembered, vaguely, about using his powers on her but wasn't exactly sure what happened or what he even did. "You think you're get to blackmail me and get away with it!?" She was clearly very displeased about something and after some active searching through his memory bank, Thane found out why. Although it was still hazy, he remembered blackmailing her into stripping but that was it. "Blackmail?" He knew the result but didn't know how or even what he blackmailed her with. This only angered her further. "What now you're denying it!?" There wasn't much he had to do to deny it, all he had was one extremely damaged memory about blackmailing his aunt somehow and then making her strip in her bedroom. He remembered more details from dreams than he did with the memory, everything pointed at the notion that it was just a fantasy. He was only able to see the memories of others so he could see why he would have a blackmail fantasy but he just didn't have the balls to carry it out. "Aunt Jane, I have no idea what the hell you're talking about. The last thing I remember is returning your glasses, how the hell would I blackmail you?" She was about to say something but forced it down, one could practically Jane doubt herself. After an extended period of silence, there was a drastic change in her voice. It was much lower, sort of filled with a pinch of shame. "You didn't stay afterwards?" Thane knew he could've told her what he remembered but then the rational portion of his mind awoke and guided him through the path opposite of stupidity. "No, I gave you your glasses and I left. Why would I blackmail you?" There were plenty of reasons but even he knew he was just handed the victim card and one does not merely waste a victim card. "Oh I'm sorry, it...it must've been Nyquil messing with my meds. I'm, I'm so sorry Thane. It just seemed so real." She let out an awkward chuckle as preparation for an awful joke, "I guess that's why you have to show ID before you buy it." He needed to use the victim card so he forced a chuckle of his own, it didn't matter that the joke flew well over his head. "Yea." Before he even got to play the card, his aunt hung up. "No wonder you hate her." Amanda caressed his cheek before kissing the back of his palm, "Don't worry yourself too much." Thane smiled and let out a soft chuckle under his breath after releasing his more than willing captive. "Seems like that's the only shit I do now and days." Amanda was already one step ahead of him as she took a bottled water from the fridge and ushered him back into the bedroom. With her back leaned against the headboard, she motioned him to relax in her arms. The view alone was more than inviting. "Come on." She stated as she tapped the bed, instructing him specifically where she wanted him to sit. The cold shoulder had quickly faded as she adopted a more compassionate persona. "Tell me, what's on your mind." Thane was willingly in her clutches, his upper back using her breasts as cushions while her legs wrapped around his providing an extra layer of comfort. With her free hand she stroked his hair and listened quietly to the youth vent out his worries. "It's nothing much, just work. God, it's like I fucking hate that job. It's the bane of my existence, like seriously fuck that job." "So tell me what happened, what's wrong with it?" Never once did her tone portray anything but genuine intrigue. "They're working me like a dog and for what? Minimum wage? Like I know I fucked up sometimes and I face up to it, I wasn't on my game all the time. Everything that I knew I did wrong I ate it but yo, there's a fucking limit." "Mhmm." She used the universal method of asking to continue while remodelling his hair. "The customers I don't mind, at all even. I know people hate working in retail because of customers but it don't really mean shit to me. it's just the fucking management. Everyday they gotta find someshit you did wrong, like hey I'm sorry that I can't unpack the and clean two isles after I was unloading the delivery truck for 6 fucking hours!." "What are they telling you to do? I thought you were just working as stock?" "Fucking when we get deliveries to the store, we unload the truck and then have to pack out the stuff and put it in the isles. There's also a shit load of overstock and seasonal items we get weeks before any god forsaken holiday and they come in by the fucking megafucktons. So the unloading people do the fucking overstock as soon as the truck is unloaded, that shit takes mad fucking time and after all that they have the fucking nerve to tell you, hey you didn't pack out your two isles. NO!? REALLY!? LIKE BITCH HOW BOUT YOU TRY AND DO THAT SHIT!" "Bitch?" Her tone did a 180 within seconds, gone was the compassionate caregiver and in came the vengeful beastess. "Was she helping with the unloading? What was she doing while you were doing all that?" "No, it was like three us unloading." She was keenly listening now as she put the water botlle on the dresser as well as removed her treasure hunting hand from his head. "She and her bestie were just packing out the fucking isles. They took the entire fucking night with their isles yet want me to finish mine within a fucking hour after I been lifting heavy ass boxes for 5 fucking hours. Get the fuck outta here son." "Can't you talk to your manager? That's not fair. How can they even do that?" "Who the fuck do I complain to? She's the manager and she rips me a new one. If I go to HR and complain then what is really going to happen like seriously? It's a fucking retail company, nobody gives a flying fuck. They want me to just know everything and be able to do everything without any fucking formal ass training. Oh and when it's not a truck day, the other manager says I don't do a good job at cleaning the store. Both of them just need to find some shit wrong with my motherfucking shift. Fuck that shit son, god man I wanna quit like right the fuck now." "You should!" Neither of them noticed the water bottle calmly spilling it's contents on the floor, Amanda's gestures became a bit excessive. "Call them up right now and just quit! You don't need to put up with that!" "I can't!" His answer received it's fair share of criticism as she demanded some reasoning for his decision. "Aaron's fucking orders. I can't quit." "Can't you try talking to him? What's he really going to do?" A simple glance was all that was needed for Amanda to realize the absurdity of her questions. Her tone became almost comical as she grew more frustrated than him, she was fuming within moments almost like she had to endure the torment instead of Thane. "Why don't you use your powers on them? Nothing sexual and I'm not talking about making any of them a link. Just to scare them, you can see their memories right?" The idea was tempting and Thane wished of nothing more than to see their faces coated in fear.. However, there was a small set back that kept the fantasy from becoming a reality. "I don't think I know how to use the power well enough to do anything, besides looking around their past I really can't do anything." "Thane, baby come on. You have to meet me halfway here, you have all this power and you're letting people beneath you run your life?" "Even though I have this power, it's like I can't do anything. Trust me, I would exploit the shit out of it if I had the chance but as things stand, I can't." "What's stopping you? Aaron? You could easily take him." "What happens after that Amanda?" The constant back and forth ended with Thane as the winning party. He managed to shed light on the fact that he was screwed six ways to sunday. "Until I figure out a way to actively use whatever the fuck I have, I got to play the role of his bitch." Broken Kingdom It was impossible. Nothing like that could've ever happened, maybe in comics but this was real life. The memory had to be false, implanted or created by his mind in an attempt to make sense of the situation. Yea that's it, fake memory, fake as hell. Fuck that shit. Asking her was the only way he could clear up the situation. "Hey, what's your name?" Once again no response. "Fuck, tell me your name." This time the woman looked at him and gave him a quizzical expression before finally coming up with an answer, she had none. "You have no name." "I have no name." She repeated his statement in an unemotional tone, it like she was reading a sentence out of a newspaper. "No! Fuck." He rubbed his temple before taking a deep breath and starting over. "Tell me, why you don't have a name." He stated the sentence slowly and clearly, hoping that it would somehow result in a different answer. "You have not given me a name, yet." He got a different answer indeed, a much worse one. One that confirmed what his mind was hinting at, this was Thane's fault. He could see everything that was wrong with this situation, a skill of a pessimistic mind. "Tell me, why do I have to give you a name?" There was much less assertiveness in his voice, it was more a pleading situation. Thane just wished this was some sort of prank show where the cameras would come out, unfortunately he was not that lucky. "I'm your link." Once again she spoke in a monotone voice, completely sure of every word that came out of her mouth. "Fucking shit, okay. Tell me, what's a link?" Thane knew he phrased the question right but all hopes were crushed, when even she didn't know what a link was. He had to give her a name because she was his link. No matter how he worded his questions, and later demands, he got the same result, nothing. He had made the woman a link, whatever that meant, and now he had to give her a name. All that he could think of was the cops barging in any minute due to several people calling in to report her missing. It was even worse since he didn't even know her name or what she did. How important was she? So many questions stirred in his mind. I really fucked up, he thought. While Thane was panicking on the inside, she remained quiet and just smiled. There was nothing he could do to fix it since he didn't even know how he did it in the first place. He didn't even know what he did, a problem in its own. At the same time however, there was another side, a much darker one that to be let out, a side that wanted to embrace the situation. What evidence is there? Thane's mind kept going in the gutter and the deeper he went, the worse the thoughts became. She can't rejoin society, not like this. That shit'll get me caught right the fuck now. "Your name's Amanda." She just smiled and instantly it was registered or at least Thane knew it was registered. He couldn't describe the sensation since there was none, what was once a thought was now a fact. Somehow in his mind, every memory associated with her overwrote her name as Amanda. As weird as it was, his lust had control. By now, his mind was completely drenched with sinful thoughts. "So you're sole purpose is to serve me yes?" Amanda put on a giant smile and nodded in confirmation. The food was done by that time and she requested him to take a seat since he hadn't ate in over two days. The minor detail of two days passing was ignored as all he could think about was her body. Consumed with lust he walked up to her and rid her of her fishnet top while his other hand explored the inside of her leggings. It didn't take long for her to rid herself of all her clothing. Thane wanted to take her right then and there but the growling of his stomach couldn't be silenced, so with great reluctance he told Amanda to fetch the pancakes. Amanda prepared the plate in her naked glory and hurried to the table. Thane was expecting a regular breakfast with the addition of a naked woman in the room but not a naked woman sitting on his lap and feeding him the breakfast. Thane was split in two ways, one wanted to keep sucking on her tits while the other wanted to feed his hunger. She broke off a piece and drenched it in syrup before bringing it to Thane's mouth. Most of the syrup dripped on her tits and legs before it even reached its destination but no one was complaining. As Thane took the bite he immediately went to her nipple and began to suck the maple syrup off her nipple. Once he had his fill of her tits he began to lick off the rest of the syrup creating sticky roads of saliva. Fuckin Heaven, was the only thought revolving in Thane's mind, on top of Amanda's moans. She broke off another piece and this time took a bit more syrup and glazed her tits before she fed him. It made the pancake that much sweeter. She would feed him a piece and Thane would lick the syrup off her body. Soon she stopped coating the pancake in syrup and just poured the syrup directly on her tits. With the pancake piece still on the fork she would mop up some syrup off her tits and feed it directly to him. Thane was in heaven with every fear of getting caught killed but it wasn't enough. Thane and his dick wanted more, much more. "Lay down on the table with your legs up." he whispered breathlessly in Amanda's ear. She moved the plate away and got in position, not questioning him for a second. As she lay on the table she lifted her legs up and held onto the backs of her knees for support. Thane quickly rid himself of his boxers and placed her legs over his shoulders aligned his dick with her labia. No longer was Thane a virgin as he thrust all of his 6 inches in eliciting a soft moan from his partner. As he increased his speed, as he learned from countless porn videos, she was getting closer and closer to an orgasm. What was weird was that Thane felt her excitement levels increase and somehow knew she was getting closer and closer. Also, Thane should've came within a few seconds due to the fact that he was a virgin but he was too far gone to care. He was in complete bliss and wanted to enjoy every second of it. Soon he began to go in and out of her like a piston. With syrup still smeared on her bouncing tits, he took the liberty of cleaning them off. He proceeded to the left breast and began to suck on the nipple like a pacifier while the other shot renegade drops of syrup at her face and chin. The sight just gave Thane another idea. He took the plate of pancakes and dropped them on her stomach and told her to open her mouth. He grabbed the nearest can of whipped cream and shook it furiously before he filled her mouth with it, creating a small mouth that extended past her nose. "Don't swallow it." he ordered. Thane nearly emptied the bottle of syrup as he smeared it all over her tits and neck. As he pounded in and out of her he grabbed a fork and broke off a piece of the pancake. He first smeared it with the syrup welling up between her tits and then took off a piece of the whipped cream mountain stationed in her mouth. The Fuck-n-Dine, he thought causing her to laugh as well since they were both linked. She was trying her best not to swallow the mountain of whipped cream but it was getting harder by the second as he saw rivers of saliva running down the sides of her cheeks. Thane bent down and tongue kissed her to put her out of her misery and give her mouth a break, for now at least. Renegade puddles of whipped cream escaped through the tunnels between their mouths while the syrup stuck to his chest as well creating soft squishy noises every time he pounded her hard. He was just about ready to cum when he remembered the end of pornos, they always ended with a money shot or the girl swallowing the entire load. "Get up." he whispered in her ear. "On your knees" he clarified seconds later. He was at his peak. Thane grabbed the back of her head and shoved his dick down her throat as he shot load after down her esophagus. It was the greatest nut of his life as he kept shooting load after load into her. After each shot however he felt a bit lightheaded and soon he realized that he couldn't stop cumming. He tried to force it but the sensation was just too great. Soon he was too light headed to even open his eyes fully. Not long after, Thane drifted back into the blackness. ----------------------------------- "Let me in! Are they ok!? What the fuck happened!? Why isn't anybody telling me anything!?" Thane screamed till he lost his voice only to get silence in return. Nobody would answer his questions, some wouldn't even look at him. He was there to identify the bodies but there was nothing left. The only thing left from the wreckage was a vial of cheap gloss his mom used to wear. The bodies were described as completely charred and beyond recognizable. His dad had apparently run into an oil tanker causing it to explode. The entire story seemed fishy, at best but there was nothing that Thane could do. Raising questions would only delay the process of getting the life insurance checks, which he desperately needed to survive. He would rather die than live with his aunt and uncle or any relatives in fact. All they wanted to do was get their hands on the insurance money. After years of radio silence they were suddenly in the hospital showing their concern. Thane did attempt to punch the cop that told him the bullshit story but he was quickly neutralized. They withered the assault down to an emotional imbalance caused by the situation and let him slide. Before Thane was escorted out of the hospital however he saw many others similar to his situation, teenagers there to identify the bodies. As soon as he was escorted out he purposely began to repress everything connected to the memory until he could go back to his seemingly normal life. He was too tired for conspiracy searching and justice, he just wanted to be done with the matter. He felt heartless but he knew it was the safer option. There was no way a loner like him could take on whatever the cops were trying to cover up. He was a nobody that would've ended up erased and like the poor, nobody would've noticed he was gone. Thane had seen too many movies and was well aware of what happens when one crosses the government so he doused the fire of vengeance and began to drink his problems away like the rest of the populace. Thane's dad had a great liquor collection and since he wasn't legal it only made the alcohol that much more effective. -------------------------- Thane woke to the most beautiful sight in the world, a naked woman laying on top of him. Thane thanked the gods that it wasn't just a dream, he made sure by skillfully placing soft kisses on her mouth, light enough to keep her from waking. Even though everything seemed like sunshine and rainbows, there was still one thing on his mind, the seemingly endless supply of jizz. Must've dreamt that shit. Having superhuman powers was one thing but suddenly having copious amounts of cum was a little far-fetched, even for him. Definitely a dream. The phone once again sprang to life as text after text came through. Fuck J, one time is enough. Not wanting to wake up the beauty, he hugged her closely with one arm while reaching for the phone with the other. She moaned lightly as her breasts squeezed against his chest, quickly putting her arm around him to readjust into a more comfortable position. Her face sank perfectly in the gap between his shoulder blade and jaw as he felt the warmth of her breath slowly caressing his neck. Another notification pulled him from the momentary state of bliss, this better be a fucking emergency. The first couple of texts were from the cell phone company prompting him of his overdue bill. Oh fuck. The rest of them from his uncle about the rent. Oh fuckity fuck fuck. Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse his aunt called him stating that she was coming to pick up the rent money. Oh my fucking god, no. He thought, remembering that he forgot to go to the bank. The bell rang less than a minute later forcing Thane to get up from his makeshift heaven. She abruptly woke up, slightly panicked from such a sudden response. Thane leaned in close and kissed her just in front of her ear before telling her to go back asleep. She immediately fell asleep after taking it as an order. He took in the sight for a moment before walking towards another headache. "Yea?" Thane had nothing but disdain for his aunt Jane, just seeing her made his blood boil. The fact that he didn't have the rent was just another excuse for her to look down upon him. His misery was her pleasure and she was about to have loads of it. "You're a grown ass man! Why do I have to keep banging on your door to...?" Thane had zoned out seconds after her lecture started. Seconds after zoning out and listening to his own thoughts, he saw something. He could actually see her thoughts like a video, not only that but her memories as well. It was like going through a highly organized library in which all he had to do was find a video and watch it. Every time he played a memory however, she would pause mid-sentence. The longer the memory the longer the pause. The expression on her face was priceless right afterwards, she couldn't figure out why she was thinking of random things at such a moment. Years of messing around with pirated video editing software had prepared him for this moment, altering one of her memories. At least that was what he hoped he could do, it would've been slightly disappointing if he was only an observer. Fortunately, lady luck was on his side as he quickly got the hang of things. Although he could only alter minor details, it was certainly a step forward. The simplest edit he was able to do was what he thought of as a flip, instead of remembering a no the person would remember a yes. In this case, Jane would remember Thane giving her the rent money instead of the opposite. Thane crossed his fingers just in case and hoped for the best. Seconds later her lecture stopped and she adopted a slightly happier expression, the memory had just went through. The lecture at the moment ceased and she was merrily on her way home. If anything would happen it would be on her head, not his. One thing he learned from the trip down memory lane was that they were trying to force him out of the house. It would make a decent profit and they'd live like royals, at least for a while. Fuck me that worked. Thane was still in a state of disbelief as he watched his aunt slowly disappear. Once there was nothing resembling the car he went inside. The relief was short lived however, he could feel the headaches coming back. Although they weren't as severe his ability was blocked off, there was nothing but a giant blur on every thought he tried to access of Amanda. The pills worked, almost instantly, but right after a sharp stinging sensation behind his eyes abruptly emerged. While still holding his forehead Thane wobbled to the bed, leaning on the walls before plopping down on the bed. Amanda awoke from the act, instantly sitting up and waiting for his next order. "Fuck, what's with these headaches, I thought they were over." Amanda just stared at him like always. The fact that she was naked and sitting right next to him on the bed just made it even harder, the blood didn't know where to rush. It was at that moment an old memory of health class took the floor, he remembered hearing that sex causes a sudden state of euphoria. During a rush of euphoria, pain wasn't really welcomed. "Two birds with one stone." Thane grabbed Amanda by the back of her head and gently lowered her face down to his crotch. Thane still had sweats on, which threw her off initially. She just sat there with her face in his crotch, he could feel the hot air escaping her nose each time she took a breath. "Yea jus take it off." Once again there was sting behind his eyes but he powered through after he saw her sliding them off. She slid off but just enough so his dick could come out. Afterwards she adorned a sinister smile before engulfing it, completely. While her mouth catered to his shaft she used her hands to massage his balls like dice. Amanda, seemingly pro at this, rolled her tongue around his cock careful to squeeze the shaft and suck as hard as she could on her way up. Once she got to the head she began to savor it like a lollipop, licking it from the base to the tip before completely engulfing it once more. "Oh..." Thane was in pure heaven. "Oh fuck..." Thane began to whisper breathlessly. "Go all the way down baby." It was more of a request than a command as he was experiencing pleasure on a whole other scale. Amanda moaned as she pumped her fist up and down the now slippery shaft as saliva flew everywhere. She purposely used as much saliva as possible, as if knowing that Thane loved messy blowjobs. A quick check of his history would certify it. Once he couldn't take no more he grabbed the back of her head and pushed it all the way down, her lips kissing the top of his balls. Veins were prominent in her throat as his cock was a quarter of the way into her esophagus but, he didn't let up. The sensation was just too great, he kept her mouth in place as his cock vibrated in her throat. Her body's effort to push it out only heightened the sensations before he let go. Like a spring she hopped off his cock only to leave heavy strands of saliva connecting her mouth to his shaft. Without wasting anytime she engulfed the monster once again and this time locked eyes with him as she went further down his shaft. Half way through, he had just touched her throat when she took his cock out of his mouth. "Fuck my throat." she breathlessly begged. Mascara was already running down her cheeks, mixing with tears while saliva coated her throat, mouth and tits. It was a sight to behold. With the roles shifted, he happily obeyed the vixen and grabbed the back of her head once again. It was an extremely rough act and he wanted to make sure before he went and punished her throat. "You sure you can take it?" Amanda merely rolled her eyes and shoved her head down herself. That seemed to answer his question. He forced her down all the way again causing rivers of tears to come out, as well as renegade streams of saliva before easing his cock out about half-way. She pulled out until he was just past the entrance of her throat, all while breathing through her nose. It was obvious she was having trouble as her windpipe was blocked, every time he eased himself out allowing her to breath she would chase after his dick. She was hell-bent on not breathing. Once his cock was at the entrance he forced her head down only to repeat the process without remorse. She wanted an extreme throatfuck, so that's what he was going to give her. Her face turned red as her throat became strained. Thane was just about ready to climax, all she had to do was last a couple more thrusts. Once at the edge, Thane used all his remaining force to push his dick as far down her throat before bottoming out directly inside her stomach. Like before he couldn't stop cumming, the lightheadedness was also coming back but Thane couldn't care less. He passively accepted his fate as he drifted off into a deep slumber while Amanda followed in his footsteps. After shooting close two 20 loads inside her stomach Thane knocked out. Amanda followed shortly after as she fell asleep with his limp dick still in her mouth. She desperately took in the oxygen her body demanded as she pushed the dick to the side of her mouth, in between her cheek and teeth. "Hmm?" Thane groaned as he woke up from a massive headache. He tried to sit up and lean against the headboard but as soon as he attempted to shift his position dizziness fell upon him. "Oh my fucking head." He did a few deep breathing exercises that he remembered from a health class, effectively calming down the symptoms. The room stopped spinning at least. Now he attempted a slower approach, he first shifted all his weight onto his right elbow and used it to push himself up, slowly. He kept his eyes shut just in case and opened them only after leaning against the headboard. Broken Kingdom "Shit." He sighed, still feeling the uneasiness. It would be impossible for him to reach the medicine drawer in his current condition. That was until he saw what was going on between his legs. Amanda was fast asleep with his dick in her mouth, still occasionally sucking it. Despite the war going on in his mind, his dick was in heaven already. He was hard within seconds, it didn't give a shit what was going anywhere else, and pleasure was its only priority. Thane felt a little shame but it was quickly cast away when he saw the bulge in her mouth. It got bigger by the second, even causing her mouth to part a bit when it reached its full extent. The space between her mouth and teeth was completely filled by his dick. Agreeing with his dick, he also felt that this was a greater priority than the headache. All the blood was already rushing there, so all he had to do was follow his body. It didn't take long for her to wake up and get down to business. As soon as Amanda awoke, she sprang into action and actively began to blow him. "Ohhhh yasss." Thane leaned his head against the headboard closing his eyes in the process. This was a much better medication. She bobbed her head up and down on his dick making sure to generate as much spit as she could. The mascara running down her face had dried up overnight as well as the copious amount of spit on her neck and chin. When Thane's dick was coated with enough of her all natural lubricant she forcibly pulled it out of her mouth, much to her displeasure. He then proceeded to rub his glistening pole all over her face starting with the nose, then the eyes and cheeks. It was like he was painting, using his dick as a brush and Amanda's spit as paint. Once he began to use his brush to paint around her lips, her patience ran out as she hastily stole the brush and began to lick it all over. Her tongue first lashed at the head before she fed herself the entire shaft. Making sure to lock her eyes with Thane, she drove his dick ever so slowly past her mouth until finally reaching the entrance of her throat only to pull it out at the last moment. She burst into laughter after seeing the look on Thane's face. Her face, completely covered in spit, for once looked like a normal human being's. This was the first time since the reprogramming that Thane saw an expression on her face. There was a faint smile of relief that escaped his ever increasing lust. Like before, events unknown to him caused another shift in her personality. She had much more free will than before, a welcomed change but the cause remained a mystery. He tried speculating for a bit but there were heavy distractions. Thane kept inching his dick towards her mouth but she playfully kept dodging it every time, only to laugh at his failed attempts. "Oh come on please" he begged. Amanda feeling sorry for the poor soul apologized and then began to tease him further. Once he began begging and pleading for climax she took the head of his dick back in her mouth but held it there. "Oh my fucking god" he whined. "Okay okay, master" She replied. Her voice was forceful, commanding and full of confidence even though she referred to him as master. "Should I start now?" She was enjoying every moment of the torture. All Thane could do was nod in confirmation. "Like right now?" She had a sinister smile clearly telling him that she wasn't going to let him off easy. "Yo I'll just use my hand." Thane finally spat out. The pressure was building up and he needed release immediately. Before he could pull her off him she took his entire shaft in her mouth and smiled. No guy under any circumstance would take a woman's mouth off his dick just to jack himself off. She had him and they both knew it but that was enough of her teasing. Amanda took the entire shaft until the length was completely engulfed by her mouth and throat, once he was in all the way she pulled her head back and drove his cock back inside. As she was deepthroating his cock, something she became adept in overnight, she grabbed his left hand and put it underneath her throat with the palm facing up. Every time she took him completely, he could feel his cock pump through her throat along with seeing the outline of the bulge. Thane felt more connected with her than before as he felt her orgasm building alongside his. There was only moans coming from her instead of muffled screams like the day before. She pulled her head off his cock momentarily to bring some oxygen in her lungs but before she went down again she grabbed his free hand and told, more like ordered, him to pinch her nose so she couldn't breathe. Thane was also too lost in lust to disobey, momentarily forgetting who was in charge. He pinched her nose lightly being extra careful not to hurt her but he was quickly met with a backhand slap to the midsection in response. "I said pinch it" she ordered. There was a sudden tone of dominance her voice in which Thane just nodded in compliance and pinched her nose as hard as he could. It was impossible for any amount of air to get through now. When she was happy with the force she went down on him again taking him all the way. Thane was just about to cum when his phone began to ring. He quickly rejected the call and shifted his attention back to his partner but, much to his dismay, the phone rang again. He declined the call four times before Amanda took his cock out of her mouth and told him to answer it. She used the temporary rest period to give her body the much needed oxygen. Amanda rested her head on his pelvis while she placed his dick on her cheek, slapping herself with it occasionally. "What!?" Thane was furious for whoever was interrupting the most amazing blowjob of his life. It was another thing that he only had two but he was sure that this was the best. A voice from Thane's distant past was on the other end. The pain in his voice was evident as it broke Thane out of lust filled stupor. "Uhh yea sure just uhh." Thane stammered on as his eyes gave Amanda attention once again. The blood that recently rushed to his brain was once again flowing downstream. Thane had to stare at the ceiling instead of the beauty slapping herself with his dick down below. Aaron was a name Thane hadn't heard in over 10 years, it was unnerving that he was still alive. It was even more unsettling that Aaron knew exactly what Thane was doing at that very moment or more specifically, exactly what Amanda was doing. At first Thane looked around to find a hidden camera, an impossible feat but he tried nonetheless. Aaron assured him that there were no hidden cameras, once again doing nothing but raising his anxiety. "What the fuck dude, I'm this fucking close to pissing myself." Thane's boner was non-existent during the call even though Amanda tried to revive it numerous times. Aaron was on the other end having a blast scaring the life out of him, fortunately he got down to business shortly after. Aaron needed a place to stay for a few days, in other words he had once again gotten himself into altercations with some not very nice people. Thane had no other choice than to offer him a place to stay since all the evidence pointed to notion that Aaron also had some sort of mind power. Surprisingly, he wanted nothing to do with Thane or his residence. "So like umm, why are you calling me then?" It was unlikely that the neighborhood fuck-up was calling to catch up. Apparently he had a score to settle with Luke as well. He was apparently one of the generous people that loaned Luke a hefty sum of money, money that Luke couldn't pay back. Luke's gambling addiction was finally catching up to him, something that gave Thane a warm and fuzzy feeling all over. All Aaron needed from Thane was cooperation, he didn't feel the need to elaborate since Thane also had a growing hatred for Luke. "Shit sounds wrong man, and like why can't you just fuck with him? You got them powers too so like why you asking me?" Whatever Aaron was planning was almost guaranteed to cross the boundaries, one only needed to look at his track record for evidence. Thane wanted to break Luke as much as the next guy but getting in bed with Aaron was the wrong choice. Unfortunately, it was the only choice Thane had. It was either go along with Aaron or get thrown to the very people that were trying to kill him. Aaron happened to be affiliated with certain people who were then affiliated with certain other people that knew some certain people. The vagueness of Aaron's description emphasized his dangerousness, as well as the lack of options he had. "Sure I'll uhh meet you there." Amanda asked about his phone call right after he hung up the phone. Her voice, full of compassion, showed her genuine concern. Thane gave her a quizzical look confused as to where all the emotion was coming from. "Ugh fine" she stated as she rolled her eyes. "Everything okay master?" She asked again, this time with much less emotion but threw a mischievous smile at the end. Thane loved the new Amanda but told her that the master bit was completely unnecessary. While he explained the situation between him and his new partner, she stayed attached to his dick. Amanda didn't let go of his limp member nor did she separate it from her cheek. While he was on the topic he also expressed his feelings about Luke, the person that started this whole mess. Amanda didn't have much input about Luke but, she had plenty of ideas with what to do with Jane after she heard of Thane's plans for her. Some of them were so extreme that Thane was slightly worried about ever leaving Amanda alone with her. He had to pull the emergency brake when she mentioned electric dildos in the ass. Although extreme, the sexual torture that Amanda had planned for Jane sprung his cock back to life. It became rock hard shortly after. Thane put both hands back in position, to which she gave him a thumbs up for great memory. When she took his entire length in she grabbed his hand that was hold her throat and squeezed it before gliding it up and down the length of her throat. It didn't take long for Thane to feel a huge load coming, Amanda was just as close, and he could feel it. "Oh fuck fuck fuck" he wailed as he let his cum shoot down her throat. Amanda got every drop even though she was trembling from her thrashing climax, still twitching after it died out. She pulled her head off his limp member before dropping her head on his pelvis in an attempt to suck in as much air as she could. Her chest heaved as she held onto his legs. Once she had some sort of control over her body she pulled herself up to his chest and just laid there. "Shower?" Thane wanted to be chivalrous and carry her to the shower but his lack of strength made the feat quite impossible. She still gave him credit for trying however, credit in the sense of another round in the shower. Two more months man, almost there. Thane picked up the school newsletter as he walked inside the building. He'd rather stay at home with the lovely vixen at home but he promised Aaron. It was in Thane's best interest to not get on Aaron's bad side. He was reminded of that numerous times on the phone as well, each time painting a more sinister picture of his new partner. Repeating junior year was the equivalent of taking a stroll through hell. Old acquaintances looked down upon him, age didn't matter since they were seniors while he was still a lowly junior. They were heading off to college while he had to rot in the wretched place for another year. Juniors simply thought of him as an idiot for failing such easy classes or an idiot for repeating the year. All that was about to change however. Two more months and Thane would be free of the hell hole they call high school. He swiped in and went to the lockers to change clothes. His current attire was soaked with sweat, it wasn't such a smart idea to jog to school. He didn't feel like being the inspiration of insults and jokes either, luckily he had always kept some clothes in his locker for emergencies. All it took was one step in the locker room to know a class had just finished, one could smell the cheap cologne from miles away. "Fuck this school." He mumbled as he stepped on a used condom, a classic prank pulled in this fine institution. The necessity of master locks always irritated Thane for the sole fact that he always forgot the combination. Having a lock on one's locker didn't make it secure, especially when the basketball team had lock-clippers. Teams were another reason why the high school was a joke, they were given full leeway and pretty much had all their wishes granted. "Why am I not surprised?" He whispered, clearly agitated staring at an empty locker. As if things weren't bad enough, the basketball team made their entrance. Since Thane was the only person there, he knew what was going to happen. "Eh Yo, you the dumbfuck that failed all the classes?" The team captain, Brian Loftschild, towered over him with lock clippers in hand. Despite his powers Thane was not equipped to take on 10 guys at once, especially not when they each had at least a foot on him. Not wanting to make the situation worse he tried to leave but the team surrounded him, blocking all exits. "What now you too badass to talk to us?" The captain shoved him into the lockers before snapping his fingers at his team members. "Yo I think this lil bitch needs to learn some fucking manners." Just then Brian pulled out a knife from his pocket and grinned menacingly. No matter how hard Thane tried he was unable to do anything with their minds. Every time he tried to enter their skulls, he was forced out. Brian's mind was completely inaccessible almost like there was a shield around it and the members that he could get into had nothing useful for him to use. He was defenseless and from the look on Loftchild's face, he knew as well. The next thing Thane knew, two of the members held him down by the arms while the others held his feet. One of the members put a handball into his mouth and forced it in with duct tape wrapped around his face, covering his eyes as well. With all the strength he had in his body he managed to get one leg free but it was quickly put down. "No no no no no." Brian chastised as he kicked his victim in the ribs, eliciting a painful groan. Having found a weak spot Brian continued to land devastating kicks one after the other easily breaking the majority of the rib cage. Brian grabbed the back of Thane's neck and slammed his face into the ground, all while laughing demonically. The rest of the team backed away however, fearful of what their captain might do. "Bry. Bry man that's enough!" One of the members pleaded but he was having none of it. "It's enough when I say it's enough." Brian stated matter-of-factly. Thane tried to wriggle away from Brian's grip but all efforts were fruitless. Before continuing the onslaught he leaned in close to whisper something in Thane's ear. "Aaron says don't fuck with his links." Thane's eyes went wide as he realized Aaron's actual intentions. He screamed, begging to be let go but it only made his captor enjoy the ordeal even more. The rest of the team was long gone, leaving them to settle their differences alone. With another menacing laugh Brian continued his onslaught on Thane's face. Once Brian had his fill of watching Thane kiss the floor he grabbed him by the neck and slammed him into the lockers, causing a great dent in the process. "Pmmmmm!" Thane begged with hands flailing blindly. He managed to knock the knife out of Brian's hand before making a run for it only to get three steps in before getting tackled to the floor. "Fuckin PRICK!" The titan bellowed. He grabbed the lock clipper and slammed it on his third leg. "How you like that bitch!?" Blow after concentrated blow Brian dealt without mercy. Thane felt the pain of a thousand suns spreading systematically throughout his entire body. After myriad blows Brian finally had his fill and threw the clipper away. He took out his butterfly knife and jabbed it in Thane's right thigh and leaned in close, "This was a just warning, take another and I'll fucking neuter you." He twisted the blade for added effect causing Thane to let out a muffled scream. "Understand?" Thane nodded meekly using his last bit of strength to suppress his whimpering. "Good, now get your ugly ass outta here before I change my mind." With one fell swoop Brian ripped the tape off Thane's skin taking a handful of hair with it. Then, with one ferocious punch he knocked out 7 teeth as well as the handball lodged in his mouth. "fuhhkkkhh fuhhkhh!" Thane mumbled barely able to close his mouth, blood pouring like a waterfall. "I told you to leave not talk." Brian stated flatly. He crossed his arms and tapped his right foot emphasizing the point that he was waiting. When Thane didn't move, Brian spit on his face and kicked him in the ribs again to jumpstart the recovery process. On all fours Thane crawled to the locker room door leaving a heavy trail of blood behind him. Every inch of his body was in pure agony. All he wished for was death but he knew he couldn't die. "Mmph." He groaned, holding the door handle for support. "5, 4..." Brian counted down while he readied his knife. "Hnnhooo!" Thane begged. Summoning every bit of strength left in his body, he got on his feet and limped out the locker room. Thane managed to take the back entrance out of the school leaning against the walls for support. Pent up tears broke the barrier held by his unrelenting will as they gushed out without remorse. Seconds turned into minutes into tens of minutes as he lay there by the dumpsters crying in agony. It didn't take long for his wounds to heal but the pain was on full blast. His teeth were restored but the pain wouldn't go away. Thane was wishing for a systemic shock or at least a heart attack to knock him out but fate was not on his side. As if a punishment from above he was doomed to ride out the ordeal. "Hey is that a student? At this hour?" "I think so. Mean everybody was let out about 3 hours ago." "What's he doing there? Is he sick?" "Fucking druggies man, waste of life I tell you. Prolly high off his mind right now." "Should we call someone?" "For? Write a report detailing the incident? Fuck him. Anything happens it's on his head not ours." The two security guards lazily passed the motionless Thane as they completed their rounds for the day. Given their obesity it didn't seem like they had any intention of doing work that didn't qualify as the bare minimum. They had already turned the corner once Thane showed signs of life. Even though he couldn't die, nothing was said about not feeling the pain. Although his physical wounds were healed, the trauma that came with them remained. "Mmph." He groaned as he attempted to pick his face up from the gravel pathway. The majority of the pain had subsided but remnants still remained. With a trembling hand he swept away the small pebbles still lodged in his face and got up using the iron door handle for support. Thane reached into his pockets to pull out his phone but found nothing but an army of lint. Exploring all the openings in his attire he grudgingly accepted the bitter fact. "Of course." He muttered to himself as he made his way to the security kiosk of the school. Upon meeting the two morbidly obese protectors of the premises, he remembered the day's events. He couldn't shake the fact that he was still being watched. Not wanting to linger any longer he asked to use the phone. "Yea just dial star 9 and then the number." One of the guards instructed. The other was busy reading the sports section of yesterday's school paper. The tent forming in his pants clarified what type of sports he was actually reading. Thane quickly dialed his aunt's number and anxiously waited for her to pick up. Amanda couldn't do anything even if she wanted to, since Thane recalled she only knew how to feed and fuck. Pick up, pick up, pick up. He thought, it was actually the only thing on his mind, getting out of this hell hole.