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The Artifact

By: doc87123



This story is a new story line for me. It will be submitted in a category that I've never written in before. The story has an actual plot, and is not just a stroke story. If a stroke story is what you are looking for you may want to skip this title and move to one of the many talented authors on this website who specialize in that writing style.

This will be several pages long, and the sex takes a while to appear. If you continue to read, you will not be disappointed.

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The beginning

I moved slowly and silently through the triple canopy jungle. In the month I'd been here I'd learned the rhythms of the verdant hell I now found myself in. It was unlikely that the enemy was nearby, I knew, the jungle told me.

My name is Jack, Jack Katz. With a first and last name like that you know that my nickname had to be Coats. My tour of Vietnam was as a draftee. On the appointed day, I went to the induction center, where they sent me to basic training and then I received orders to advanced infantry training. They gave me a few days of leave and then a long flight to Vietnam. 

Growing up hunting and fishing by myself, I knew how to track and move. Before he died, dad taught me everything I had to know about the woods, animals and people. I was surprised at how much of my knowledge helped while I was walking point.

I was the FNG (fucking new guy) when I first got there, so they put me on point right away, whenever we went out on patrol. I was real scared at first until I found out how bad the NVA were in the jungle. Those city boys were only slightly better than our city boys in the bush. If it weren't for my slack man (the man a few meters behind me, carrying an automatic weapon), I could sneak up on those boys easily. With me on point, our platoon got a reputation for being the best in the jungle.

We were in a pretty active area, so we saw a lot of action. No matter how good I was, it was inevitable that I got wounded. It was only a small piece of shrapnel, which went through my arm, right under the skin. Until it got infected it wasn't serious. 

By the time I was medevaced, my arm had swollen to nearly twice its normal size. I was in the hospital for about a month getting IV therapy. I was bored after the fever went away, and would frequently take my IV pole out for a walk. I saw the call for volunteers for long range reconnaissance on the bulletin board. I knew that it was what I was meant to do so I put in my papers.

I went right to the LRRP's, after I got out of the hospital and was given a much abbreviated training. The rest of the guys on my new team were much better in the bush than my old squad; but I was still so much better that it was natural for me to stay on point. Our job was usually to just find the enemy and report their location, size and what they were doing. 

A six man team has little chance against even a company of the enemy, so we always tried to remain hidden, until we were ordered to snatch a prisoner. I tried to give the abort signal, but no one was paying attention. 

When the sergeant initiated the ambush, I made sure that all the enemy was dead when I got up quickly, running and I said. "Sarge, we've got to evade. There are more on the way, we've only got a few seconds before they get here.

We began our emergency exfiltration, (started running like hell) as the sergeant told us, "We'll head for the first rally point. I'll drop off here and try to slow them down a little. Wait for me about six-hundred meters up there," he concluded to the assistant team leader.

I felt bad leaving the sergeant alone, but we all followed his orders. We were only about 400 meters away when we heard an explosion and a heavy volume of fire. It was possible that the sergeant survived, but the ATL kept going beyond the six-hundred meters. 

I grabbed his shoulder and said, "It's time to hold up and wait for sarge."

There was a wild look in his eye as he said to me, "You wait here for him. We'll keep going and you both catch up when he joins you."

I dropped off to wait, but as he turned to go I said as quietly as I could, "You need to slow down a little; you're making too much noise."

There was no answer as they quickly left. I was listening closely when I heard them run into an ambush only a couple of minutes later.

I was sure that I had enemy closing in from either side. I set up a mine on a tripwire and melted into the jungle parallel to their lines of advance. I was nearly 300 meters away when I heard the explosion. I picked up the pace as I heard the two formations exchanging fire in the fog of war.

It was a little more than a day before I was sure that no one else was looking for me. I worked my way back toward where the rest of the patrol had met their fate. They had all been torn to shreds by automatic weapons. I took one of their dog tags from each body and moved to find the sarge.

Sarge had put up a good fight, there were three shredded bodies. From the way they were arranged, I could tell that they were killed by his claymore mine. There were four other blood trails as well. Sarge had been over-killed. He'd been tied to a tree and every inch of his body had been punctured. It really looked like he had been used for bayonet practice. His dog tags were missing, so I was unable to take a copy, but I knew it was him.

I withdrew into some thick cover to take stock of my situation. I was probably forty miles from the nearest American position. In addition to having maybe a regiment of NVA between me and them, there were several small villages hostile to Americans, not all of which were marked on the map. I was one magazine short of a basic load of ammo; I had two M26 fragmentation grenades a belt of ammo for the M60 light machine gun that was now missing and one green smoke grenade. I also had the hush puppy with three charged magazines (a silenced small caliber pistol used to keep the geese and chickens in a village quiet). I only had three days of food left, and only enough water purification tablets for five days. I had a little C4 that I could use to cook with, but I'd need that to boil water to purify it if I ran out of the tablets. 

I checked the map one more time, planning my movement, I saw, with the route I had to travel, would take me several days to get back. I also knew that I had to Charlie Mike (continue the mission). My orders had not been rescinded, so I still had to attempt to snatch a prisoner.

I followed the curve of the valley the first night. Progress was extremely slow, since I was unable to see much. I had to stop frequently to listen, since I had no backup. I continued moving through most of the morning, because a thick fog obscured visibility beyond ten feet or so. I found a good place to hold up, and carefully camouflaged myself. I'd made better progress than I thought that I would. I should find a place to remain covert and refill my canteens tonight, pretty early. If my calculations were correct, I was less than a quarter mile from the river. The fog muted much of the sound, but I thought I heard moving water. Once I'd camouflaged myself heavily I lay still, resting. The hours I'd spent hyper-alert were now taking their toll as I reluctantly fell asleep. 

I awoke with a start, a couple of hours later, aware of movement nearby. I stayed extremely still, trying to calm myself so that the hammering of my heart didn't give me away. I remained still, attempting to control my panic while more than a thousand heavily armed NVA regulars passed by on a wide trail, less than twenty meters away from where I was hidden. Most of them had bicycles, to which they had strapped impossibly large loads.

I stayed still after the last of the formation had passed by; trying to control the panic I was beginning to feel. When the next group started by, fifteen minutes later, I began to feel despairing of evading detection.

Over the next couple of hours, a division of infantry marched past my position. After the last of the formations passed by, I remained in place for more than an hour, watching the trail closely. A squad of hyper-alert NVA passed by, looking for people like me, who might be watching for movement. When they were out of range, I began to calm down a little.

I looked at the map, and determined my approximate location. The trail that I was watching was not on the map, but the river was very close. I saw that there were a couple of places nearby that would be a good place for a large group to encamp for the night and remain hidden. I figured that the unmarked trail would follow near the river until they had to cross. If I could get over to the other side, I might be able to follow their progress by sound alone. Except for the trailers, their noise discipline was terrible. I could follow them and continue to collect intelligence, following them while they traveled in the same direction as I was headed. A side benefit was that I could travel a lot faster; cutting the time it would take me by at least two thirds. I rucked up and prepared to move out. I wanted to get to the head of the column before they moved out, so that I would be prepared in the morning.

It took me less than an hour to find a place to ford the river. I figured that all the little people were at least five klicks up the river, so I mastered my fear and waded across. It took me less than a minute, but it felt like a lifetime. I went a few meters into the jungle where I could remain hidden and still watch my back trail. I waited, watching intently for fifteen minutes or so. I heard nothing but the jungle and the river. I finally felt safe enough to travel and began moving silently through the jungle once again.

All of life is compromise and balance. With the correct camouflage and infinite patience, you can pass within a few feet an alert sentry: however taking twelve hours to travel fifteen to twenty feet is usually impractical. If you are sure that the likelihood of the enemy being nearby is low, you can move much faster. I was able to move nearly a mile and a half an hour.

After a little more than an hour and a half, I began hearing noises from the enemy camp across the river. I smelled the wood smoke from cooking fires, but there were no smoke columns that I could see. They must have dispersed the smoke somehow, that was something that I thought intel might like to know.

I finally got ahead of the formation and suddenly came up on a large blast crater. I figured that it had to be at least a 5 hundred pound bomb. It was full of stagnant water and the other side of the pond was up against another, even wider trail. I decided that I had to check out that trail as well.

The new trail was more like a road. Many of the trees showed evidence that their branches had been trimmed back so that large trucks could get through; but I saw no evidence of recent travel. The parts of the trail were wide enough for two large trucks to pass side by side. While I was following alongside the road I saw several more craters, and two burned out trucks that had been pushed off the road, into the jungle. When I looked into the cab of the truck, I saw the burned skeletons of the truck drivers that had been chained into their trucks. I noticed that there were a couple of places that parking places were cut into the jungle.

I didn't want to get too far ahead of the column, so I started looking for a place to spend the night. I froze when I saw a strange blue glow. Using extreme caution, I moved slowly in to find out what that strange illumination was. 

There was a series of long ruined stone buildings, enclosed by a crumbling wall. Plants and vines covered most of the exposed surfaces; it was clear that this complex was a thousand or more years old.

In the center of the complex was a courtyard and the strange blue glow was coming from the far end. I pulled out the hush puppy, jacked in a round and slowly worked my way over to the light. The glow didn't behave like regular light. It didn't shine on any surfaces, nor did it cast any shadows. The closed I got to it the lighter everything became. It was easier to see, even distant objects despite the fact that there were no lights other than the glow. The silence was absolutely deafening. My curiosity and nervousness were mixed in equal proportions as I got very close to the source of the glow.

At first, I was disappointed when I realized that the source of the illumination was a statue of a seated Buddha. The entire body glowed, but the colored light became more intense on the chest, right over the heart. I stepped right up to the statue, no longer afraid, for a closer look. 

I briefly pondered the source of the glow. I cleared my weapon and put it away; meditating on the mystery before me. I put out my hand and felt no heat coming from the source of the light. I suddenly, for no reason that I can remember, I put my hand right into the Buddha's chest. My hand penetrated the surface as if it were water. I grabbed what I felt inside and pulled it out.

It was a disc about the size of a small saucer, maybe about 1/4" inch thick, with a circular hole in the center, maybe an inch and a half in diameter. There were ridges, like concentric circles on both sides, with oriental (as opposed to European) writing on them, I was unable to read any of it, but as I looked at it I felt that there was a choice that I had to make. After just a moment, I felt relaxed, as if the decision had been made.

I couldn't tell you why, because I don't know; but I took the heavy medallion shaped artifact and touched it to my head, to my heart, to my stomach and then to my groin. My confusion and apprehension seemed to clear immediately as I put the medallion into my front pants pocket, grabbed my hush puppy, jacked in a round and went to find a safe place to sleep for a couple of hours.

I found a secluded section of the temple and went inside. Even though it was pitch black, I had no problem seeing without any light. I pulled out a can of my c rations, opened it up and began eating. I only had enough for six meals, but I'd had a full day and I was ravenously hungry.

I kept eating and eating until I was stuffed: I couldn't figure out what it was, but it was delicious. I set the tin down, and then picked it up to look closer. Ham and lima beans? I hate those, I'd only eaten them once and they were terrible. I got real spooked when I realized that the can was still unopened, but there was still a little bit of residue on my spoon. As scary as it was, for some reason, I was unconcerned. 

I was full, comfortable, tired and felt safe so I stretched out to sleep. The disc in my pocket felt like a heated vibrator as I fell asleep. I couldn't believe that here, in a combat zone, within two miles of the enemy, outnumbered by probably eight thousand to one, I was awakened by the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had. My wet dream had caused me to coat the entire inside front of my fatigue pants with cum. I tried not to laugh at myself as I decided that this wouldn't be part of my report when I returned to the base.

I pulled the disc out of my pocket, noticing that it appeared smaller now. It was now only a little larger than the palm of my hand. For some reason I put the medallion into my soft cover, put it on my head and went back to sleep.

I woke again, and realized that my mind was freer of distractions, and delusions, than it had ever had been. I was easily able to analyze all of the options open to me and found it simple to choose the best one. 

I knew that the next thing that I needed to do was take the artifact and hold it on my stomach while I went to sleep. The only way to describe the sensations going throughout my whole body is to say that while I slept, I felt my body glow. I could feel myself become stronger and fitter. Even though I was asleep, I knew that sleeping was my choice, not a requirement.

When I woke again a little while later, I knew that I had to hang the medallion shaped artifact around my neck. Whenever I was in the field, I always carried extra bootlaces. I fed the end of a lace through the hole in the center, tied the ends and put it around my neck, under my shirt, against my chest. Somehow I knew that this would be the most painful of all. I lay back down and went to sleep.

I was asleep, but I felt the emotional pain of every personal loss I'd ever had. From finding Sarge's body to seeing the body of my dog Skippy, run over in the street, when I was four years old. It felt like bands were being tightened around my chest so that I could not breathe. Even though I was asleep, I felt the medallion burning into my chest, like a hot coal had been placed there.

When I finally woke up, the artifact was gone, as was the bootlace. I wondered where the medallion had gone, but was untroubled by the fact that it was missing. Maybe I should have been, however I seemed to know instinctively that it was unimportant that it was gone. I was fully rested and was ready for anything that might come. I cleaned my weapons, checked the area to verify that I'd left no trace of my presence and left to follow the enemy column.

****

The NVA sent out trail runners early in the morning, with light loads, traveling at high speed to check the trail for ambushes. I was able to know what they were thinking as they hurried along. They were hoping to make it to the large base that they had, twenty-five miles up the trail, by the end of the day's journey, where they would be able to see a show, treat their sick and injured and rest for maybe a week.

The river crossing was only a mile from their base, so they would hurry as much as possible. It would be nearly dark by the time they got the full division there, but they were all looking forward to a week of R&R.

I still felt the throbbing in my chest as I followed along. The artifact was gone, but I had a minor scar that looked like a burn in the shape and size of the medallion, right over my heart. If it weren't for the scar, I would have begun believing that I'd dreamed the whole thing up.

The day passed swiftly, I was fully aware of everyone in my area. I could read their minds. It was a little past three thirty when the main body began crossing the river. I was surprised that their feet only went up to their ankles into the water. I watched from sixty or seventy meters away. They all double timed across the river, on what I later determined was a submerged bridge wide enough for a truck, in company sized groups. I got an estimate of seventy-eight hundred personnel.

I saw a colonel, who for some reason, I knew was an intelligence officer. I thought about what a coup it would be if I were able to capture him. When that thought crossed my mind, I saw the colonel shake his head as if trying to clear it. He then said something to the major who was with him, turn back around and walked back over the bridge to the side the Americans were on.

The major called an armed senior enlisted man over and told him to guard the colonel. The Sergeant ran over to where the colonel was standing, keeping a sharp watch with his weapon at the ready. I realized that I was able to make people do whatever I wanted them to do, using just my mind. I ordered the major to direct one of the bicycles and the two privates rolling it to go to the colonel. I then had the colonel lead his party five hundred meters beyond the bridge on the trail, still on the other side of the river.

I made the major and the bridge security element forget all about them, when they followed the rear element across the river. I was able to cross the river within a couple of minutes without being observed. I had the four NVA continue walking down the trail.

I walked them about two miles down the trail when I felt the presence of an American patrol. I made them all stand still, hit them on the back of the head with the butt of my M16, made them all fall down unconscious, bound them, gagged them, blindfolded them and then I snuck up on the L-shaped ambush that the American unit had set up.


The Artifact



When I first found the artifact, I hadn't planned on doing anything but the right and honorable thing - turning it over to the authorities for processing and hope that it would eventually be given to me to study. That is, until I held it in my hand. I felt a strange feeling come over me, and I looked hurriedly around to see if anyone was looking. No one was looking, no one was close enough to have heard my gasp. I stuffed it into my tool pouch - not my official one, but the one I kept hidden in the inner pocket of my shirt. Thin and small, it fit neatly to the contours of my body - no one would know I had it on me, if I were careful.

To this day, I don't know what came over me. We'd been working on the site under the government's Ministry of Archaeology - possible due to the world's governments being brought under one general world council, so funding was plentiful in those days. It also meant that we didn't have to worry about local authorities wanting a cut, or people claiming the artifacts for their specific cultural group. One world, one government does a lot to keep that nonsense in line. After all, what would we archaeologists have to study if everyone claimed historical items for his/her own??

My thoughts were interrupted by a strange feeling in my chest, near the location of the artifact. It was a feeling of warmth, almost like my skin was flushed. The feeling spread throughout my body, accompanied by a tingling in my fingers and toes. The tingling didn't spread, though it did make me feel like I needed to go, go do something, and do it now! I stood up and announced that I was going to take a break, and the supervisor nodded - I was known as a reliable worker and she suspected nothing.

I looked at her again as I walked away slowly. I had noticed her - who wouldn't; she was gorgeous, way too sexy for this profession, with a ripe ass, curvy waist, and luscious breasts - but now I was looking at her in a new way. Unbidden, the thought popped into my mind: "You want to fuck me. You want me so badly you'll follow me to where I'm going and suck my cock."

It shocked me, as I had no idea where the idea came from, but it made me strangely excited as well. I was beginning to worry about myself - I couldn't figure out what was going on, and strange thoughts in my mind made me worry about my sanity. Then what happened next made me wonder if maybe the insanity was catching. I was walking toward my tent as I was thinking all this, and I heard footsteps behind me. I turned to look, and behold, it was the supervisor following me. Her shirt was unbuttoned more and she had a look on her face I'd only dreamed of her having for me in my deepest, wildest dreams.

She walked up to me and said in a sultry voice, "Let's go to your tent - I want to get to know you better." Her hand came up to my chest and then slid down, hooking a finger into the top of my shirt. I was breathing heavily and wondering what had changed to make her do this - but then a feeling of calm came over me, along with an overpowering desire to take her in the tent and fuck her over and over. No one was around and we were only a few paces from my tent; I had wanted to see her completely, and the lighting where we were was perfect. Let's see how far this craziness goes, I thought, and told her in a commanding voice, "Take off your clothes and let me see you naked."

Without a moment's hesitation she did as I commanded. I felt my cock harden more and more with each article of clothing removed, until she stood in front of me in all her nude glory. I made her turn around, enjoying the sight of her, the jiggle of her breasts, the hardening of her nipples, the sway of her hips and the bounce of her very fine ass. I must fuck that, I reminded myself. I was becoming less and less concerned with the sanity of the situation as my arousal level went up and up.

"Go into the tent," I commanded her, and she went without hesitation, not even bothering to pick up her clothing. By now, it felt like my prick was hard enough to cut through a diamond. I was so aroused, I could swear I was glowing with all the sexual energy in me. I knew that I would be able to cum multiple times in her, over and over. I don't know how I knew, I just knew that I would be able to use her as many times as I wished until I was finished with her. It gave me a sense of power I'd never felt before.

The thought popped into my mind: "You are such a slut, you will immediately unzip my pants, pull out my dick, and suck and lick me like the whore you are until I cum in your mouth -- and you will swallow all of it." I then felt my jaw drop as the supervisor did just as I had 'thought' her to ... she unzipped me, pulled my member out of my pants and began to suck and lick me like I'd never been blown before. "Ohhhhhhh, such a good slut," I moaned out, grabbing the hair at the top of her head and tilting her head back so I could look in her eyes. I then noticed something, something I had not registered before: although her eyes appeared to look happy about servicing me, when I looked closer, her eyes looked to be swimming with tears and filled with anger.

Strangely enough, that just excited me more. So the bitch was not actually willing to suck me? Too bad! I felt the feeling sweep through me of absolute power. Wonder if this works on anyone? I mused. My boss owed me a raise, a substantial one, in my opinion ....

I felt my orgasm approaching, and I made sure I was looking in her eyes as my rod loosed its payload into the supervisor's wet, hot mouth. I could see deep in her eyes she was furious, humiliated, and afraid. Oh did that make me even harder and bigger! But she swallowed all my cum, hating every minute of it but on the surface appearing to enjoy it. Gods, this was hot! I could do anything to her I wanted, even make her the camp entertainment for the night. That should be really arousing, I thought with a wicked smile on my face.

I then thought to her, " Bend over at the table, grab the edge with your hands, and spread your legs." She did this with every appearance of enjoyment, but by now I was wanting to see and hear her true responses. So I thought to her, "Show me exactly how you feel."

The result was spectacular. She began crying and begging me, "Please don't do this. I'm married. Please -- I love my husband. Please don't do this to me!" Oh gods, that turned me on so much I thought I could fuck a whole camp full of women -- over and over and over until I just had to stop from exhaustion. I could feel the darkness growing in me, and I liked it. A lot. I ran my hand over her pussy and ass, and she shivered in fear and tried to pull up. I then told her, in a voice I didn't recognize, "Don't move. I'm not done with you yet. And no screaming."

I could see her making the effort to disobey, but she couldn't. All she could do was stand there as I thrust my prick into her hot little snatch, the only sounds she could make whimpering and crying. She was wet but not too wet, so I rubbed her clit, pulling and twisting it until she moaned. I kept it up, occasionally rubbing her asshole as well, until she started crying harder and I could feel her pussy muscles contracting on my cock. I forced the slut to have an orgasm! I was so overcome with a feeling of power such as I had never known, as her juices ran down my cock and I suddenly had easier passage in and out of her divinely tight and warm cunt.

I then grabbed her tits, rubbing and pulling the nipples until she was begging me to stop -- and of course I didn't -- and using her breasts to provide leverage as I thrust into her as hard as I could. I wanted her to know that I was claiming her in some primal way. Her husband be damned! As long as I wanted to fuck her, I could! I was fucking her so hard, her feet were coming off the floor and she was sobbing for me to stop. As if I would! I thought to her, "I am going to cum in you, as many times as I like, no withdrawing, no protection." She stiffened and cried out as loudly as she could, "NO! I'm not on birth control -- my husband and I were going to have a baby! PLEASE!!"

I laughed inwardly. Oh this was getting even better! I could feel my ball sac tightening up just at the thought of what I was about to do, and I sensed my cum rising up the shaft, ready to shoot into her ready little womb and make lots of little me's. I thought this and was rewarded with her sobbing out, "Oh god -- no no no no!"

I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Oh hell yes, you delicious little whore - " and then felt the sweet release of my cum shooting into her, more times than I had ever cum in one shot, the warm wetness splashing inside her, squirting out around my dick and running down her legs. Oh god, it was hot! The way she cried and begged for no more, please! was even more satisfying and made me want to do more to her.

I pulled out and told her, "I'm fucking your ass now. You still can't scream or move. I am going to take your sweet little ass and then let other men from the camp use you too."

By now she was whimpering, realizing that I was not going to stop. A thick pool of tears had formed on the table under her face. It made me feel like a god, to know I had done that. I made her cry like that. I made her bend over like that. I made it happen! And god, did it make everything feel that much better! I inserted my fingers into her pussy, frigging it until I heard her defeated moan and felt her muscles clench around my fingers and her juices gush over them. I then rubbed my fingers around her tight little rosebud hole, even inserting a finger, then two, into her ass and frigging it as well. When I was satisfied that I would be able to somewhat easily go in and out of her, I lined up my cockhead with her opening and thrust forward as hard as I could.

She stiffened but could not move; she tried to scream but could not. I had her completely under my control and it was so sweet! I wondered how many people I could control at once. Once I get done with her, I thought to myself, I should try it out. I got distracted from that thought, though, by her very tight tunnel. Damn, this was even better than her pussy! And it was obviously making the supervisor feel pain, the way she was struggling to get away from me. Ohhhhhhhhhh, she was so GOOD! Maybe I wouldn't share her ... maybe I would fuck her as I watched the rest of the camp fuck each other like rabbits. The thought of having the whole place under my control was so deliciously arousing, I felt my cock growing bigger and bigger. She cried out, but softly, as she could not scream. I kept thrusting my growing rod into her oh-so-sweet, tight asshole until I felt the juices come up again and flood her anal passage. She sobbed out, "Oh god! it burns!" and I laughed in contempt and triumph.

Hmmmmm, I thought again as I pulled out of her and told her to suck my cock clean, what if I could make her my personal slut? Force her to leave her husband ... damn, I could fuck her all I wanted, any way I wanted, until I get tired of her and want another. I thought of a young woman in the next village, a very comely wench with dark skin and eyes, just like the supervisor. I could get her...oh even make the two women fuck and lick each other out! Too damn hot!! The mere thought of that made me hard again, and I forced the supervisor to suck me off again and swallow the load. Oh if looks could kill!

I then made her get on my cot and spread her legs. I began to take off all my clothes, laughing at her pitiful attempts to avoid looking at me or what I was doing. As I began to take off the pouch, I suddenly felt a strong, almost overpowering aversion to doing so. So I stopped, letting it fall back and not noticing the sudden sharp look in the supervisor's eyes. When I looked at her again, though, the same frightened, angry look was in her eyes.

I climbed on top of her and shoved my cock into her cunt, hard, enjoying the gasp of pain she let out. I laughed out loud, the feeling of power coursing through me so strongly that it felt like I had live wires running through me instead of nerves - and all of them were buzzing strongly. I could almost feel the muscles individually caressing my cock from her amazingly tight pussy. I couldn't believe I was hard right away, and so primed - I knew it was going to be another huge load of cum in her sweet little cunt. This bitch was going to pump out a whole damn litter of little me's at this rate!

"Oh, by the way," I purred in her ear, enjoying her flinch away - but with her not able to move, it wasn't effective - "I was thinking, it would be so much more entertaining to have you and the miller's daughter from the village down the road fuck each other like crazy while the whole camp watched ... maybe then I'll let them all fuck you and her too. Wouldn't you love that?" I sniggered at the look of pure hate she sent me. Who cares? I thought smugly. I have the upper hand, I have the power!

I was ready to cum, was just on the verge of cumming, when she spoke up softly. "I - I am willing...," I heard her gulp and then try again, "I am willing to be good for you - very good for you - just please don't share me with the camp. Keep me only for you. I would be so good to you . . . I would treat you like the god you are."

About damn time she acknowledged my power! I thought triumphantly, but I didn't answer her right away. I wanted to cum in her again, hear her despair as she realized she was going to have my babies - or fuck an entire country - or do anything else I wanted her to do. So I pounded into her over and over, hearing her gasp and whine with each thrust, until I felt my cock shooting like a firehose into her. Her keening wail, muted, made me so aroused again...but the body can only withstand so much and I collapsed on top of her.

For the longest time the only sound in the room was our breathing. Then I started thinking about what she'd said. It was an interesting proposition...but I would have to test her out first. "So. . .," I drawled out, "what would you do for me?"

She husked out in a voice made raspy from her attempts at screaming, "Let me move freely - " and at my headshake of negation, amended, "at least my hands and arms. Let me touch you and show you how I can make you feel good. . . ."

Well, that sounded like a great plan to me, and I thought to her, "Move your arms and hands freely - but nothing else - and make me feel like the god I am." She moved slightly, as if testing the waters, and then as she could feel her hands and arms were free to move, she slid her hands over my shoulders, whispering to me, "I am so good at massage, at stroking and rubbing - you will not regret this."

I moaned as her hands began to knead my shoulders, rubbing out the knots I'd gained from the dig that day. This could be worth it, so worth it! She rubbed my neck ... and suddenly a sharp pain tore through me as she tore the pouch from me and, suddenly released, jumped out from underneath my suddenly immobile body.

"Hurt," she hissed at me, and I doubled over in tremendous pain. I was now weak, no longer a god - oh no! The artifact! It was the source of the power! And she connived it from me! Tears began to form in my eyes and roll down my nose onto the cot below me. The pain was excruciating!

She left for a minute, then I heard the sound of her returning. She had her clothing, but did not put it on, which surprised me. Instead, she took out her cell phone, punched in some text, then snapped a picture with the cell phone's built-in camera of her naked, ravaged body. She then snapped the camera back together and laughed, "That text was to my husband - he'll be here in an hour or so. And oh, does he have some plans for you ... including some of you bent over for HIM."

As I passed out from the pain, the last thing I heard was her laugh....



The Artifact



I stared at the strange object I had uncovered, which would hopefully mean my fortune and early retirement. It wasn't so much that I hated my job, being Sarah Carmel, the famous archeologist, or so I'd like to believe. It's just that I had recently married to a wonderful guy, and wanted to settle down, perhaps even start a family. I could already imagine getting home now and being greeted by my husband's loving embrace, but no, after this find I'm going to have to do some over-time.

Doug walked into the cave with me and asked, "Did you find anything?" He was my good friend, ever since we were little. We both always had the same interests and went into the same field. I was an only child, but he was like a brother.

I turned to him, beaming with joy as I showed him the artifact. "Whoever these people were, I think I found something very important to them!" He came over to look over the object. It was rather large, and looked as though it was made with freshly polished gold despite being buried in these caves for so long. It had odd symbols on it, the most prominent for which seemed to show some kind of altar, and it was surrounded by spirals.

Doug shrugged and responded, "Well, it could be some kind of clue, but I'm not sure. These symbols don't seem to mean much of anything unless we find that altar."

I couldn't believe my ears, how could he not see the brilliance of the object? Something about it just called to me... I knew it was important, I knew its secrets had to be uncovered!

I took the object and ran into more caves to Doug's confused dismay. "Sarah! Hey, get back here, you're going to get us lost! What's gotten into you!?" What had gotten into me?

I panted and almost keeled over in the dirt. I had been running with this... thing... for at least five minutes. My arms and legs were covered in dirt and mud, and I was so tired... But I had to keep moving, I had to!

That's when I saw it, the altar, just like the one from the artifact. Light shined down upon a pedestal from somewhere above, and I knew that was where the object needed to be.

I looked around first. The room was an odd one, reflective surfaces were all over the walls, and there seemed to be a pool in the corner. More symbols were on the ceiling, one of many females in various states of undress with blank expressions on their faces. Who built this room? Why this way? How had it survived over so many centuries?

I could hear Doug calling for me in the distance, but no matter, I had a job to do. I slowly stepped up to the altar, and noticed the statue by it was that of a naked man, his dick hanging out in surprising detail. I paid no mind and placed the artifact on the altar directly under the light.

I gasped, stumbled back, and fell down into the dirt. I couldn't believe what I was seeing; the artifact started to spin as the light reflected all around the room, bouncing off of the mirrors and beaming directly into my eyes. The light, the colors, it was all so beautiful... so intoxicating... I couldn't look away...

Images flashed before my vision at an incredible speed, I couldn't make sense of any of it, but it seemed to be speaking to me... reaching out to me... "Tell me your secrets." I whispered as spirals clouded my vision.

Then there it was... a more prominent image... of a large, erect penis. "Wait..." I said before almost falling over as with ever more intensity more images assaulted my mind. All of cocks, as thoughts started to cloud my head. Thoughts I couldn't help repeating out loud. "I... love... cocks..." I stammered before shouting "No!" What was this doing to me? "Okay, I've changed my mind! I don't want your secrets anymore! Stop! Stop!.. Wait..." I could faintly hear Doug crying out for me in the background. Would he be able to save me? What have I done!?

Would he be willing to fuck me?

"No, no stop it. He's like a brother, I'd never do something like that. I'm no slut!" I wanted to shout that but all that came up was, "I will do anything my master wants." Wait a second, master!? What master? Doug?

"No!" I had to snap out of it! I had to close my eyes and stop looking. I tried and tried to close them but couldn't as the thought of cocks continued to wash over me. Big, succulent, juicy cocks... "My old life is gone. I dedicate my body to sexually pleasing my master." I droned on helplessly. I found my hands moving to my large, soft breasts, and I started massaging them. "I belong to my master. My mouth belongs to him. My boobs belong to him. My ass belongs to him. My cunt belongs to him. My soul belongs to him." 

I managed to gain control of my mouth again and I screamed for Doug to come and help me, before continued to attempt to snap myself out of it. "No, don't listen to this. I am Sarah Carmel, archeologist." I told myself. "I have no master. I'm happily married to... to..." The name was gone. I tried again. "I am Sarah Carmel, archeologist. I have a master who I'm a happy servant to, I mean... I am Sarah Carmel, archeologist, I... I..." Dicks were all I could think about. I massaged my breasts more intensely as I continued to lose grasp of my mind. "I love dicks. I love cocks. I worship them... I cherish them... I need them..." I brought my right hand up, and stuck too fingers in my mouth lovingly, gently moving them in and out.

I was Sarah Carmel, loving wife... I mean... loving slave to Doug... I mean... my brother... I mean... my master...

"No!" I once again shouted, this time in a soft, seductive voice that I knew I must now speak in. "I won't be controlled... I can't be controlled!" The images grew more intense and I couldn't stop myself. "I will be controlled... I want... to be controlled." My hands now reached down into my pants as I started massaging my clit, just as the images instructed me. "My old life is gone. I dedicate my body to my master's pleasure." I softly said in a seductive voice as the pleasure began to over-take me. I let out another soft "No..." but all I could think about was cocks.

"Sarah!" I heard Doug shout. He was closer. I shouted back in my most seductive voice possible, squirming around in delight. "In here, mas-Doug! Please come quick!" I breathed heavily and started to groan, but I kept my eyes open, observing the beautiful images of spirals and dicks. I needed a dick... I needed one so badly...

"I happily give up... No!" One more time I had to fight it, I had to stop it! Doug was almost here, he would save me! Just... have... to resist... Don't resist. Embrace... "I happily give up my life for my master's pleasure. I am his fuck toy. I am his love doll. I am his cum bucket." Cum bucket? "I am his sex slave..."

With that, the images stopped. I blinked and looked around the room. The artifact had moved into a position where it was out of the light. I could see myself, dirty and muddy, reflected in all the mirrors, my fingers still fondling my vagina.

"Sarah!" Doug walked into the room. "Don't ever run off like that again! I'm not even sure if we can find a way out now!" He stopped and looked around the room. "Woah... have any idea what this is?"

I didn't respond. I only stood up, walked over to him, turned him around, and kissed him as passionately and sloppily as I could. It felt... wow... it felt like being in a dream... the most wonderful dream... His lips were like pure joy...

His eyes widened as he pushed me away. "What the hell is wrong with you!?" He asked. I responded truthfully.

"The artifact brainwashed me master. I am your love doll now. How may I serve you?" I took off my hat and let my long blond hair fall out. I knew he had a thing for blondes. I reached over to his penis, which I was just dying to have in my mouth, but he grabbed my arms and pushed them away.

"Look, I'm not interested in being a part of any affairs right now, especially not with my childhood friend. We need to find a way out of here!"

I smiled and said in a seductive voice, "But master, I can't leave. The voices told me I couldn't, not until we finished bonding..."

"Bonding?" I could see his wonderful penis start to harden.

"Oh yes... I need to drink your cum... I NEED to..." I pulled down his pants, and he started to protest but my lips were already around his large... juicy cock.

Oh my God... the lips may have felt like joy... but his cock felt like pure happiness. No, better then happiness! I could feel any trace of pain wash away as I sucked away at his cock. It tasted so sweet... better then any candy I've ever had.

"Please, Sarah, don't do this!" My master said as he pushed my head away. I stared up into his eyes smiling as I started to massage my breasts again.

"But Master, your cock tastes sooo good... Please let me have more!"

"Enough with the jokes, you're not brainwashed!"

I laughed. "Oh yes, I am Master! I can't even remember why I always thought being a slut was a bad thing! Please Master..." I got back on my feet as I slowly, seductively, took my clothes off. Once I was down to my bra and panties, I leaped onto him, pushing him onto the dirty floor. I kissed him twice, once on the cheek and once on those wonderful lips... I then moved up so that my large boobs were in his face, and I removed my bra, smothering him in their soft embrace. "Oh please Master, let me fuck you! Let me drink your cum..."

I couldn't remember much from the brainwashing process, but there was more to it then I could see. I don't recall getting directly told about the bonding ritual, but I knew it was there, and I knew I didn't want to leave the cave like he wanted, until I got the cum I wanted.

I laughed as he licked my nipple, and then started to suckle. I then moved my chest so that my boobs would jiggle all over him as I reached back to jerk him off. Even the act of jerking him off filled me with pleasure. I closed my eyes and started to moan...

"Um... Sarah..."

"Yes, Master?"

"Could you... remove your panties?"

So he was finally starting to see things the artifact's way. I slowly got up off of him, first leaning down and sneaking one quick savory lick of his dick, and then stood up straight.

He laid there, shirt half off, looking so amazingly sexy, and started jerking off his massive cock as I first massaged my breasts in front of him, holding them up so I could like my nipples. I then reached down and slowly... groaning... pulled down my panties and threw them away, swaying my hips back and forth as I did so. As I continued to ever so slightly dance around, I asked "What do you wish of me now, Master?"

"Take off my shirt." He replied. Disappointed that it wasn't blowjob related, I walked over and knelt beside him, removing his shirt so that we were both finally naked together.

Suddenly Master decided to be difficult again... Although putting my vagina over his mouth would shut him up. "Wait, no Sarah, this isn't you! We're like brother and sister, we'd never do this!" I didn't care... "Remember, you have a husband! You have a life! You don't believe in sex before marriage! You-mff." His mouth got covered by my wonderful vagina as I softly whispered. "I can't remember anymore, Master, and I don't care..."

We sat there for a bit, he tried to push me off; I just kept ever so slightly shaking. Eventually he gave up and started licking. Worth it.

"Oh my... you're good at that, Master!" I groaned out as I couldn't help but shake ever more at the pleasure. It felt good, but I needed something more... his cock...

Later he once again tried to push me off. I obeyed, and sat down like an expectant puppy dog. "What now, Master?" Master knelt down and picked up what looked like an old black collar off the ground and gave it to me.

"So... I own you now?" He asked.

I happily put the collar around my neck and hung out my tongue like a dog. "Oh yes Master!"

Suddenly he gripped the back of my hair, and to my delighted surprise I found a large, hard cock shoved deep into my mouth. Just like that, I was in heaven. In and out, in and out, he shoved it as hard as he could, grunting, and I licked and sucked away, as I stared him directly in the eyes, shaking my butt around. He reached over and slapped it.

Gagging was the best part! Every time I started to do it, it felt sooo good... sooo intoxicating... the only thing that stopped me from choking to death on his wonderful dick was the knowledge that I wouldn't be able to experience more of it later.

He kept ramming it in harder and harder. Out and IN! Out and IN! Out and IN!

After a couple minutes I was sad to see him pull out of it, but eager to see what activity we would do next. Master looked around the room and spotted the pool. "How about we hop in there?"

I got up and smiled. "Yes Master, as you command!" He slapped my ass as I trotted past him and got into the pool. It was rather large, and the water was relaxingly warm. The dirt and grime washed off and went away thanks to what must have been some kind of filtration system.

I briefly wondered who designed this room and how they accomplished all these things, but my thoughts immediately went back to dicks as Master joined me, slapping my face with his own as he got in.

I pushed him back so he got into a more relaxed position as I embraced him. I acted like an excited puppy, licking his face all around as he stroked my wet, dangling hair with one hand and groped my breasts with the other. Eventually we both started kissing as I deepened into his control. As our tongues touched I once again just felt pure, simple, joy.

It wasn't long before I found his penis inserted into my vagina, and we passionately fucked. I loved it, but strangely not as much as I loved sucking his juicy, wonderful dick. Either way, I was so happy. Why did I ever want to fight the artifact?

"Oh Master..." I groaned out as I leaned in for another kiss of his glorious lips. "Thank you soooooo much for this..." The bonding process was almost done; soon he would be my Master forever. There was just one more crucial step...

"Master... Cum for me... Cum for me in my fucking mouth... Please, Master..." Master stood up, his dick now hanging out over the water. I gently swam over to prepare for my ultimate treat...

He felt up my wet, glistening body as I licked my lips, staring at his dick, my wonderful prize. I needed his cum. I needed it.

First I gave it a nice, long, tender lick from the underside, massaging his balls at the same time. I gave the head a gentle kiss, but then couldn't contain myself. I grabbed his ass and shoved it into my mouth, and once again experienced heaven. I bobbed my head back and forth, faster and faster, massaging his balls, anticipating my reward...

I grew more excited as his breathing grew heavier, here it cums... Here it cums...

He came, and I found every last drop of the white ooze squirted into my mouth! There was so much of it... I gasped and let go of his dick, leaning back and letting cum dribble down my chin. I smiled, and gulped, and with that gulp...

"Sarah!? Sarah are you okay!?" I heard Master speak.

I opened my eyes and got up. "Yes, Master, I am fine. What do you wish to do with me?"

"Sarah I can't do this. How do I change you back?"

"You can't. Not anymore. The bonding process is complete. I'm yours forever."

"Was there a way before!?"

"Oh yes, Master. You just needed to have me leave the room for several minutes. My last bits of free will didn't want you to, though. Why would you want to be so cruel to me?"

"Cruel to you? I've killed you!"

I smiled. "No Master, you've made me the happiest girl in the world."



The Artifact Ch. 02



This is the second chapter of this story. It will be much more fun and make more sense if you have read the first chapter. Doc





The Artifact Ch. 02



"That's perfect," I said as I walked up to her smiling, "This way, you get to sit down and have other people wait on you; hand and foot, while you enjoy your meal." I worked on her mind while my smile radiated harmlessness.

Janet looked back and forth between Lance and me and finally said, "Oh, alright but we need to go right away so that we'll be home early."

I climbed into the back seat of the car. It was a '65 or '66 Mustang convertible; a really nice car for two people, but the back seat was little more than a storage shelf. I stuffed myself in sideways as Janet asked, "So, where to?"

I knew that I'd have to eat with them to ally her apprehension, so I removed the food from my stomach that I'd eaten earlier and gave myself a little bit of an appetite. I thought about what she'd asked for a moment and then I said, "I really don't know the area, just pick the nicest restaurant nearby where you'd feel comfortable and we can talk."

I could tell that Janet was a little puzzled about me as she drove to a diner nearby. "I don't want to go to anywhere real nice. I'd hate for you to spend too much on us." Janet said with a smile.

I smiled and said, "I'm not worried about the money, I've got more than enough."

"Are you a gambler?" Janet asked me suspiciously. 

"Not really," I told her as she parked the car, "This is my first trip to Las Vegas. There seems to be a lot of other things to do other than just gamble. There are a lot of shows playing around town too." I concluded as I pulled myself from the car.

Janet smiled as Lance put his arm around her. She looked at me and smiled saying, "Don't forget to check out some of the smaller shows too. Many of the hotel bars have stages that put on small shows and acts that are worth watching." She looked at her husband and then continued, "Lance and I used to go to see those shows often. They're sometimes very good and you can sit close enough to see them. Sometimes they're free, or just the price of a couple of drinks."

We were seated and ordered our meal. We made inconsequential small talk until our meal came. I could tell that she sensed the changes I'd made in Lance, and was cautiously happy. I reached into her mind and released her apprehension and intensifying her love for her husband. By the time we were finished with our meal, I was watching two people once again happy and in love. 

"Did you meet Lance over there?" Janet asked when she found out that I just got back from Viet Nam.

"No, I just recognized the look in his eyes. I've seen it before." I told her quietly.

"Jack here was a Lieutenant in the infantry honey." Lance interjected.

"But, I'm still not ready to talk about it. Let's talk about something more pleasant." I turned to Lance and asked, "When did you and Janet meet?"

I knew the answer already from my previous look into his mind, but I wanted him to tell me and I wanted Janet to hear the answer. Lance took a deep breath and began talking. "I met Janet in grade school right here in Las Vegas. Our parents both worked for the casino. When her parents moved to a larger house, she went to a different grade school." 

"When I was going to eighth grade, my parents moved us just down the street from her. By ninth grade, we were going out. We married right after high school. I went to work and Jan went to UNLV to get her degree in hotel management. We were happy, but I got drafted after a couple of years. When I got back from overseas, I was the only one I knew that still had my wife or girlfriend waiting for him. All the others were single again, or their girlfriends had left them."

I looked at Janet smiling and said to Lance, "I envy you, to have the woman you love, love you back so much; it's very unique and beautiful."

By this time Lance and Janet were barely aware that I was there. When we got up to leave, I left the tip and took the check. I sent Lance and Janet out to the car while I paid for our meal. I was alerted that someone was in pain nearby.

I saw a woman in tears, sitting near the register and went over to her as soon as I paid for our meal. I smiled at her and asked, "Do you mind if I sit here with you for a moment?" I ensured her consent with the power of the artifact.

She surprised herself by agreeing and I read her mind as I sat down. Wendy was in her mid thirties and married. She'd just discovered the depth of her problem with gambling, having just lost the last six years of savings that she and her husband had saved for the down payment on their own house. She didn't even have the money to pay for the meal she'd just eaten. I let her tell me her story briefly as she cried openly in front of me. I took her hand, and told her, "I'll help you."

I pulled her along with me as I paid her check and took her out to the parking lot with me. Lance and Janet were leaning against the car kissing like honeymooners. I heard the word loudly in my head, "TRIPWIRE."

I gave them mental instructions to give me a call if someone came looking for me, and disguised it heavily so that no one would be able to find it if they were scanned. They wouldn't even know that I'd given them these instructions.

I told them, "I'm going to walk back to the hotel, why don't you kids go home and finish what you've started."

Janet blushed furiously and Lance smiled. Janet walked over to me and kissed my cheek as she said, "Thank you Jack. I don't know how you did it but I have my husband back again."

I reached into her and ramped up her sexual response. She would be able to have multiple orgasms, and being with her husband would always be her greatest desire. I kissed her cheek and shook Jack's hand, ramping up his desire for his wife as well. When they left, I knew that they would probably be the happiest couple in Las Vegas for the rest of their lives.

Wendy looked at me curiously and asked, "You seem to have some very good friends."

I smiled at her as I told her, "I just met them today."

She stared at me mutely. When she finally recovered her voice she asked me, "But, they seemed so comfortable with you." Her voice trailed off.

"I'm easy to talk to," I said with a smile.

The walk was only about ten minutes. In that time I let her retell me the story, adding the details she'd skipped before, in her own way. She and her husband lived in Red Rock Arizona. They both had good jobs with the municipal government and had saved for the last six years to get together a large down payment for a house. They had been married for nearly seven years, and had managed to make all the adjustments they needed to remain happy. They'd won a trip to Las Vegas and she decided to visit her sister who lived here.

Everything was going well for her until her friend came over with a book on how to play blackjack a couple of weeks earlier. They practiced several times, and she thought that she'd win the four thousand they had left to reach their goal. She withdrew all their savings except $1 hundred without telling her husband. Wendy didn't want to wait the year and a half she figured that it'd take to get into her new house. Her husband, Bill didn't want to start having kids until they had moved into the house, and she felt her biological clock ticking.

Wendy went to visit her sister after lunch, and was going to stay with her until late; but she decided to come back early and try the casino. She started out with the sixteen thousand dollars, and thought that she was doing okay until she counted her chips and she was down three thousand. Within four hours she had lost the entire $16 thousand. She just couldn't make herself stop. She knew that her marriage and her life were over because she couldn't stop gambling, but mostly that she had deceived her husband.

I didn't condone deception, but I could understand her not knowing how to control an addiction that she didn't know that she had. Since I had fixed her problem with gambling, I knew that if I helped her recover the money she could explain to her husband in her own time what happened.

We were nearing the hotel when I told Wendy, "I'm usually pretty lucky when I gamble. I'll start with a hundred... "

I stopped in the middle of what I was telling her. I felt the presence of something so evil that there were no words to describe it. My eyes were drawn to the limousine opening in front of the hotel. Two women exited the door and waited for the third passenger. I carefully masked my expression and watched the tall man exit from rear door. 

He looked around as if he was startled and scanned the crowd with his dark piercing eyes. I was with Wendy, who was nothing special as far as looks went, so he just bypassed me. 

I tried to read his mind, but it was like trying to push a soap bubble under water. I decided to look into the minds of the two women with him. It was an interesting mixture of excitement and terror. The more I looked into their lives, the more I realized that this must be the most evil man I'd ever seen; and I'd seen men acting without the restraining influence of civilization. War can bring out the worst in men; however this man didn't have this excuse.

Wendy was looking at me, puzzled as I resumed talking, "I'll take a hundred dollars of my own money and try to win back enough to cover your losses. Meet me in the bar tomorrow night at eight and I'll give enough to cover your loss if I win."

Wendy looked at me hopefully and then hugged me as she said, "Thank you Jack." As she turned to go, I made sure that she would sexually wear out her husband. No matter what happened, they would both enjoy their Vegas vacation.

Wendy left to rejoin her husband and I went to a quiet area to query the artifact about what I'd seen. I decided to go to my room and make sure that Julie and Kathy remained asleep.

I went into the room and saw the women spooned together, sleeping happily. I quietly went into the restroom, sat on the edge of the tub, closed my eyes and began my enquiry.

"That man had an artifact of his own, didn't he?" I asked.

I began seeing visions, as the old oriental man walked slowly toward me with all of his previous dignity. When he reached me he got down on his knees and bowed. When he looked up, he smiled and said, "It is good to see you again my Lord."

I breathed deeply and tried to control my impatience for answers as I, once again asked, "That man had his own artifact didn't he?"

The man smiled kindly as he set about answering my question, "It is time for you to understand the mission that you are on. Have you never contemplated the origin of language of magic? I suppose not, Americans seem far too busy with their own lives to think about things outside of their selves. You seem to be an interesting exception. It is time for you to know about the struggle you've entered."

The old man continued with his interesting tale. "Many years ago, we came to your earth as a gift to your emerging planet. Long before your recorded history we were here to help you develop into a harmonious, industrious and peaceful world; but something went wrong."

"We shattered; greed was a foreign concept that we absorbed from your race. When the contamination got too bad, we broke apart into thousands of pieces. Do you know how many languages there are of have been in your world?"

I was fascinated by the story and guessed, "I would guess more than a thousand now, but there have been many that are extinct."

The old man looked at me with surprise and then smiled saying, "I'm impressed with you every time I'm allowed to talk to you. You didn't know the answer; but you stepped out with an intelligent guess that you were sure to let me know was a guess. Most people would simply say with a blank look, I don't know."

The old man smiled, took a deep breath and continued, "When we broke apart it was into ten thousand six hundred and forty pieces. Each piece had its own personality, language and magic. All humanity was gathered together and the pieces were taken by the strongest men. Whole clans, families and tribes began speaking different languages according to their allegiance. I believe that this is the origin of your legend of the tower of babble."

I was absorbing this information as the old man continued, "Suspicions grew between peoples of differing languages. Tempers flared and hatreds began. The smaller and weaker tribes moved away for self preservation. Over the next five hundred years, the entire earth was populated."

"The memory of the gift was lost to all but holders of the pieces of power. To disguise the pieces they were enclosed in various ways: scepters, rings, crowns, seals necklaces medallions and a few more unusual things."

"Wars began to break out. The real reason for the war is nearly always the quest to recombine the gift. When two holders of the pieces of power come together, the one that prevails wins the piece or pieces of power from the loser."

I think I knew what was coming when I asked, "The artifact, or medallion disappeared, what happened to it?"

The old man was quiet for so long, I was unsure that he would answer me. When he finally began talking he told me what I somehow suspected. "We all evaluated you and decided that you were the one. We bonded with you totally. The artifact is gone, but the pieces of power are inside you."

In my vision, I looked at him and asked calmly, "So that means that for someone to take the gift from me, they have to kill me?" It wasn't really a question, since I knew the answer.

The old man looked at me, smiling sadly as he nodded.

I smiled widely as I told him, "Somehow, I knew the answer and I'm not afraid; maybe I should be, but I'm not."

Delight shown in the old man's face as he said, "You are very wise lord, not to waste fear on something over which you have no control. I knew the right decision was made when we chose you. You didn't understand at the time, but you chose your fate. You did it, knowing subconsciously you were the best chance for your world to survive. If the wrong person wins and puts the last pieces together; the world will suffer without end and all may perish. Until we found you, that is what we expected for the world. We now have hope."

I thought for a moment, considering the mission that I now knew was coming, and asked, "The pieces of the gift have been combining for many years; how many are left?"

"There are nearly a thousand left; however, there are only two who are stronger than you. We were the most powerful in the world when we were sealed into our artifact. The magician foolishly split us to give half to each sister, diluting our power. When the Trung sisters sacrificed themselves to keep us from being taken, we rejoined. We forced the magician to hide us and began our search for a warrior to champion our cause."

"We sensed you weeks before you found us, and set events in motion so that you could find us. We had your bombers destroy the road near the temple so that your enemies would travel on the other side of the river. When you finally came near enough, we turned on a light only you could see. We were pleased to see you choose the way you did, and bonded with you immediately. There was so little we had to fix, to make you into a leader of men that we remained mute during your tour of duty. We watched your decisions and actions saw how you suffered when you experienced loss. We knew that we had made the right choice."

"We began showing you tiny pieces of the power, and were pleased how you used them to unselfishly help others and your cause. We had to be careful because we didn't want you to become too well known for being invulnerable: that would have given you away to the other artifacts. We were careful to hide what we did to save your life. Do you remember feeling danger, and stopping your unit several times?"

I thought about it and answered, "Yeah, I'd get a feeling and stop, I'd usually figure another route to continue the mission. I never knew why, but I learned to trust my gut instincts."

The old man looked at me smiling and said, "Those times we saved your life. There were traps in the trail, or you avoided a planned artillery attack or an ambush that a member of your unit would have set off. We did allow your unit to enter some ambushes where you would be able to win, and a few times we had to interfere with the enemies aim to keep you alive. We tried to protect as many of your fellow warriors as possible, but could not save them all."

I thought about what the old man had told me and eventually said, "Thank you for saving those that you could. I always wondered why I lost so few compared to the other commanders."

As I thanked the old man, I began to wonder about the other members of the company who were left over there. How were they doing now that I was gone? 

The old man looked at me and smiled saying, "The man we sent to take over your company is an excellent warrior. He'll take care of your men very well."

I once again thought about the task I had in front of me and asked, "Tell me about the man I saw tonight, what do I need to know to defeat him?"

The bright eyes of the old man watched me closely as he gave me the information that I needed to prepare for battle. "The ring he wears on the little finger of his right hand is his artifact. He was an evil man before he stole the ring, and is much more evil now. He has had the ring for many years and has killed once to add pieces of power to his artifact. He has twelve pieces of power in his artifact, we are nearly a thousand. There is danger; but you have many advantages. You have merged with us, he has not yet merged. It is much easier for you to disguise yourself from him."

"It seemed like he knew that I was nearby, but he couldn't tell who I was." I said as I replayed the incident in my mind.

The old man paused and then stated, "You've never tried to read your own mind. When you lay down later try it, I think you'll be surprised."

We talked for another hour, discussing specifics about artifact battle. The old man spoke about the darkness, and how to overcome it. Dark power is more powerful against people because it ignores social limits and the feelings of others; but the light power will usually win in a struggle between equals.

I learned to pierce the darkness with less possibility of being caught. The soap bubble analogy was a good one. You can't push a soap bubble under water, but you can push a thin straw into it and suck out all the air. I needed to be careful and not hurry so that it would be less likely to be noticed. I could also block their power to influence me or other people.

There were many more questions that I wanted to ask, but having visions is real tiring. The old man saw my fatigue and said, "You need your rest, so get some sleep; you will be busy tomorrow."

I left the bathroom and saw the girls snuggled together so contentedly and knew that I had a mission that needed doing. I felt as I did Vietnam, the mission needed to be done, and I was the best one to do it. It was the only way I could protect everyone else, so I would set aside my fear and Charlie Mike.

Julie gave a contented sigh in her sleep as I spooned in behind her. I thought about the evil that I was soon to face as I drifted off to sleep.





The Artifact Ch. 03



It was late morning when I woke up with the urgent feeling that I'd left something undone. I thought for a moment, replaying in my mind the vision I'd had last night and remembered that the artifact had told me to try reading my own mind. I was upset that I'd let myself forget to do that, it might be important and I'd nearly forgotten.

I relaxed and directed my focus into my own mind. I could feel my thoughts being invaded by myself. It was a weird, very subtle feeling. The scary thing was, the longer I did it, the more I was sure that I'd been scanned the previous evening, when I'd seen the man from the limo.

I refocused on what I needed to find out, and looked deep into my own mind. According to what I was able to read, I was quite a shallow fellow, flitting from thought to thought, without any planning what so ever. I pressed harder and was unable to find any trace or evidence of the artifact. I thought for a moment and looked for a seam between solid truths. I pushed in on a laser sharp front; a memory that I knew to be false and managed to punch behind the façade a little. What I saw was a little scary and awe inspiring.

I appeared as a giant marble statue, surrounded by nearly a thousand strong ancient soldiers with swords and spears. They stood between my vantage point and the marble statue without moving. It was very impressive, and had I had a body, it might have even been frightening.

I pulled back and saw the false memory that I'd pierced with my mind being repaired better than it was before. It would appear that I was safe from all but the most determined attack. 

I said to the artifact, "I see how well you've protected me."

"This was something that you needed to learn before your confrontation with the pure evil one. You must learn three more things before you face him. I will keep you safe until you are ready." The artifact told me ominously.

Hearing the tone that the guide had used, I paid very close attention as directions were given: as I once had during classes taught by army instructors about small unit tactics, being taught by people who had been where I was headed. What I was told was the least likely thing ever; "Get everyone up, cleaned up, get dressed, get something to eat and then go into the casino and gamble."

The girls were excited when I woke them up. Both of them thought that I wanted to molest their luscious bodies once again. They were right of course, but first we had work to do. I managed to get them into the shower with me and we thoroughly washed each other. I stayed in the shower after I was done to watch Kathy help Julie shave her pubic hair off completely and then left as they continued to do her legs and under arms.

I assume that Julie returned the favor while I went to the sink and very carefully shaved as closely as I could and then brushed my teeth. The girls came out of the bathroom, wrapped in towels a few minutes after me, looking at me puzzled.

I was sitting on the bed, considering what I should wear when the girls asked me, "What are we going to wear?"

The answer came to me as they asked, "Look in the closet and see if you can find something that you like."

Julie and Kathy both squealed in delight as they rushed over to the closet and then cooed in pleasure as they examined the clothes that they found there. They dropped their towels and held dresses in front of each other, choosing something to wear that made them look spectacular.

I was fascinated that neither of the girls seemed to find anything unusual in the fact that they both had brand new wardrobes. Julie and Kathy came over to me carrying their choices to the bed, still wearing nothing more than wide smiles. I smiled back at them, examining their new shaves. I reached out and lightly stroked the new bare areas, enjoying the smooth feeling.

"I thought that you were in a hurry," Kathy said with a sigh and a smile.

"I am," I said as I stood, dropped my towel and began walking toward the closet. "I just thought that I ought to tease you a little bit first."

The girls were both giggling with excitement as we all quickly got dressed.

I put on a knit mock turtle neck, long sleeve shirt with a new pair of khaki slacks and a navy blazer. I opened the briefcase and pulled out a packet of $5 thousand, putting it in my pocket and then put the briefcase in the closet. I knew that the case would be safe in my room, and was unconcerned about the possibility of the cash being stolen.

We walked down the hall toward the elevator. The girls looked fabulous on their dresses. The low back and scoop front clearly showed that they were being worn bra-less. Their skirts fell to mid thigh, and were tight enough in the ass to suggest the total lack of underwear. They both wore matching high heels and were carrying small matching purses as well.

As we entered the empty elevator, Julie looked at Kathy and said, "Your nipples are as hard as mine."

"I think yours are harder," Kathy replied, smiling back at her.

The girls were pinching each other's nipples through the thin material of their dresses and giggling wildly: while I was leaning against the rear wall of the elevator car and smiling widely. The elevator door opened two floors below and a couple got onto the elevator with us. The embarrassed looks on Kathy and Julie's faces as they let go of each other and moved into my side was so funny, I began to laugh heartily.

As we rode down to the lobby, the dark glare projected form the woman was only exceeded by the jealous look of her husband. I managed to keep my expression mostly neutral as the woman's expression began gradually to change into desire. When we reached the lobby and exited the elevator, the woman pushed the button to take her husband back up to their room. I hadn't intentionally tried to influence her attitude, but in reading her mind, I found that she was surprised that she was horny. I figured that her change of attitude must have come from me. I looked back as the door was closing and saw her flowing into her husband's arms, knowing that the day would be better for them both.

I was hungry as we were seated in the coffee shop: I was seated in the middle, with Julie and Kathy on either side, snuggled in close. Our waitress dropped off our menus and went to get us our coffee. 

As the waitress came back to our table and began filling our cups, I looked at her closely. She appeared to be in her very late fifties, or early sixties. I confirmed that by looking into her mind. Clara was sixty-one years old. She'd been married to her husband Ben for thirty-nine years. Ben was ill, and had probably less than a year to live. For the last five years, Ben's illness had rendered him impotent. Before Ben's illness, the two of them had enjoyed a passionate, exclusive, loving relationship. Clara, despite having her five year enforced celibacy, loved Ben, and would never betray him. I decided to help her with my special power.

I locked eyes with Clara over top of the menu, and began stimulating her very subtly. At first her face reflected confusion and then her rising passion brought color to her cheeks. The girls looked up and noticed the expression on her face. Without words, I shared her situation with them to let them know why I was doing this. Both Julie and Kathy kissed my cheek as I kept my gaze locked with Clara. 

Clara's orgasm was small, quiet and came almost as a surprise to her. It both satisfied and scared her. She picked up the coffee pot and hurried away, without speaking. I sent a calming thought to her quickly retreating back as she hustled away.

As she left my line of sight, I noticed a man walking toward me. When he reached me he pulled out a large, ornate Celtic cross on a heavy silver chain. Before he began speaking I read his mind to find out what he was thinking. His name was Salvatore Colacecchi. He had inherited the cross when his father died a few years before. Sal had gambled away all his money and needed to sell the cross to make it home and to feed his family. 

I listened politely as he began speaking. "I made a mistake, and started gambling again. I'm trying to sell this cross and was hoping you might want to buy it."

I reached out my hand to take and examine the cross, as I reached into his mind to fix his problems. The cross was intricately engraved, and quite heavy. Even though it was tarnished, I realized that it appeared quite valuable. I had no real use for it and was about to give it back to him, when I heard the artifact tell me, "Buy it, and be generous."

"How much do you want for it?" I asked

He looked at me with desperation in his eyes and replied, "It's probably worth two or three grand, but I'll sell it for five hundred."

His eyes looked down at the floor as he waited for my decision. I made him wait for a few seconds and then I said, "I'll tell you what, you promise to try to quit gambling I'll give you a thousand for it."

Sal stammered out a yes as I reached in my pocket and counted out the money. "Thank you sir, and may god bless you."

I put the cross on and scanned everyone nearby who might have overheard and made them forget the transaction, including the girls. I heard the spirit of the artifact say, "You're beginning to learn."

I was smiling as our waitress came back over with another waitress. When Clara stopped at our table she said, "This is my friend Sally, she'll be waiting on you, I'm leaving for the day."

Sally was eighteen years younger than her friend. She was divorced and had a much harder edge to her personality, but despite that, she was a MILF.

I felt guilty as I realized that I'd not helped Clara at all, and what's worse I'd made her feel bad. As she was leaving I made it so when she woke up the next morning to come to work, she wouldn't remember the incident and would think that she'd left work due to a headache.

Sally was looking at us smiling with a hungry look in her eye as she took our breakfast orders. As Sally turned to leave, Kathy asked her, "This is a little early for the morning shift to leave, when do you get off?"

"As often as I can Honey; as often as I can." Sally replied as she walked off to turn in our order. We were still occasionally chuckling when she finally brought our meal.

After we finished eating our meal, I pulled out the rest of the money that I brought with me. I peeled off a thousand dollars for each of the girls. As I handed them their money I told them quietly, "You are both going to go gambling. I'll help you win ten thousand dollars each. Just do what I direct you to do and you'll win."

It was a measure of the confidence that they had in me, that they believed, without question, that I could perform this impossible task. I paid for the meal, tipped generously and led the girls to go buy chips.

****

The girls and I wandered through the casino after we got our chips. They each had a thousand, while I started out with a hundred. I knew I was looking for something, but I had no idea what. I was finally drawn to the roulette tables.

The girls both stood closely to me, with their arms around my waist, as I observed the play and the bets. After watching for a few spins of the wheel, I instructed the girls without speaking out loud. Julie would bet odd or even, Kathy would bet either black or red and I would bet on first third, second third or third third; whichever third which had a number which would satisfy both their bets.

We won steadily; with every spin of the wheel. The head man of that area was sure that we were somehow cheating, and would have shut the table down if I would have let him act; however, I kept him from doing anything so that we would continue to win. It was ridiculous how easy it was to win the money. Each of the girls won their ten-thousand, and I won twenty thousand before we quit.

As we left the table, I felt the subtle tingle letting me know that I was being scanned. I reached out with my mind and protected the girls, modifying their memories so that they would match the cover story that the artifact and I had designed. As we headed over to cash out our chips, my adversary walked up to us.

I looked into his face, seeing his dead eyes. His eyes fastened on the cross I'd purchased earlier and he said, "You seem to have done pretty well. Where did you win all those chips?"

"We were playing roulette at that table over there," as I glanced over my shoulder, "but it looks like they shut that table down."

His intense gaze focused in on me as he said, "They really don't like to lose. When they lose too much they shut down the table. I'm surprised they didn't shut it down earlier."

I noticed that his gaze dropped down to the cross I'd purchased earlier as I said, "I didn't know that. I've never been to Vegas before. I really don't know much about gambling except a little about poker."

His eyes traveled back up reluctantly to my face, "That's an interesting cross." He put his finger out to touch it. I let him feel the power of four of the entities through the cross. "Where did you get it?"

"It's been in my family forever. My grandfather was going to give it to my dad, but he died while I was in basic training. Grandpa died just a few weeks ago. I got this in the mail just before I got out of the service. It's my lucky charm."

He looked at me and finally asked, "How much longer are you going to be in Las Vegas?" 

"Just a couple of days, I really just wanted a little R and R before I got home." I told him.

"I was going to invite you to a private poker game in a couple of days. The buy in is one hundred thousand. If you win, you'll walk out with a half million dollars," He said, trying to tempt me. He pulled out a business card, wrote down his suite number and handed it to me. "Call me if you change your mind."

I thanked him as I felt him pushing on me to get me to change my mind. I shook my head as if I was confused. "I'll call you if I change my mind," I told him, acting as if his manipulations were effecting me, as I put his business card in my pocket.

****

I was surprised to see that it was lunch time already. I'd cashed out all of our chips and was discussing with Julie and Kathy what we should do next when Kathy said, "I'm hungry."

"Me too," Julie added.

I was a little hungry as well, but didn't care what we ate, so I let the girls take me back to the coffee shop. We ordered and were waiting for our food when I gave the girls their money. They managed to fit the cash bundles into their small purses.

We ate quickly, and went back up to our room. The door had barely closed before they attacked me. Clothes flew as they quickly stripped me and pushed me on to the bed. 

We spent the afternoon in bed, pleasuring each other over and over. I introduced a new element into our activities. Kathy and I moved out of the way and watched Julie as she masturbated. It was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen. I concentrated on Julie's expression, which was at first, mostly embarrassment, changing into excitement and then resolving into pure lust.

Kathy was breathing as hard as Julie after the exhibition. She lay down beside her after Julie's breathing got back to normal and began her own show. Julie reached out to caress her breast as Kathy built her orgasm, one hand rubbing her clit as the other thrusting two fingers deeply into herself. Watching as she became more and more vocal with excitement, I noticed that I was stroking myself as well. When Kathy came, every inch of her body seemed to flush and quiver, from the top of her head and bottom of her feet to her juicy pussy. 

I moved right beside her, pointing myself at the two girls as I continued to stroke myself. Kathy and Julie were both fascinated, as they watched me.

"I'm going to cum on your tits," I told them as my point of no return was reached. 

They got closer to me and each other as jet after ropey jet flew out of my highly excited cock and splashed onto their ample chests. When the last few dribbles had come out they were rubbing it into their skin, as if it might be a magic breast growth cream. I lay down beside them, and after a couple of minutes we began to talk.

"I don't remember ever being so embarrassed and excited at the same time before." Julie said. "I know that I've never cum that hard from masturbating before."

Kathy added, "I've never seen anything so hot before. I almost came with you without even touching myself. When you finished, I had to show you too: but the best was watching Jack."

"I've never seen a man do that before," Julie said.

"Every man does it," I said. "If you ever run into a man who insists that he doesn't, you know one thing about him right away," I added with a smile.

"What?" Julie asked.

"He lies," I answered with a chuckle.

The girls laughed with me for a few seconds, and then Kathy said, "My boyfriend use to tell me that he didn't jack off; but he used to cum in the cups of my silky bras that I had to hand wash, so I knew every time that he did it."

As they continued to talk, I realized that they were including me in girl talk, as a measure of how much they valued and trusted our relationship. I'd done nothing supernatural to encourage this kind of intimacy, so I was touched by it.

I listened to the two women talk for a time when Julie finally said to Kathy, "Honey, your boobs are all white and flaky. Jack's cum finally dried."

"You just want to suck it off, don't you?" Kathy said to her with a smile.

Instead of answering, Julie leaned over and began licking the crusty dried cum from Kathy's chest.

"What does it taste like?" Kathy asked her curiously.

"In between dried caviar and licking the salt off of fish jerky." Julie responded. "I've got some here that you can try."

I continued to watch as they cleaned each other off with their tongues. At first, I thought that they were doing it out of desire for each other; but when I looked into their minds, I realized that they were doing it to tease me. I decided that it was time for us to get ready to go out for the night, so I got us all into the shower.

I came out of the bathroom, after a very pleasant shower and was unsurprised to find that the room had been totally cleaned, our clothes were hung up and unwrinkled and my shoes were shined. The girls came out shortly and we all quickly dressed, ready to go out to dinner. I made sure that I wore the cross, although I didn't expect to run into anyone who would need to know I had it. It's always good to be cautious.

One thing about the casinos that I never expected was the food. Casinos make money on gamblers. Even the most addicted gambler needs to eat; but doesn't want to waste money or time away from the action. Casino owners had figured this out and built several restaurants into their buildings.

A gambler, who has a hungry wife, is dragged away from the casino to take her to get something to eat. If the best, cheapest restaurant around is twenty feet from the tables, and he can get a table quickly, he can be back losing money in less than an hour.

The girls and I went to the buffet. For only $.99 each, we had an amazing, all-you-can-eat meal. Beef, pork, chicken, seafood, baked, fried, roasted almost everything: there were even small shrimp cocktails. In addition to the meats there were dozens of side dishes, salads and an entire table of desserts.

I watched the girls eat what seemed to be 3 thousand calories each. I've never seen women eat like that before. When I was in the service, I was told that a c-ration box that had three meals contained thirty-six hundred calories. They told me that the only reason that we never seemed to gain any weight was the fact that burned off the calories so fast humping the boonies. I figured that I was exercising Julie and Kathy so much that they need the extra fuel, that's why they were eating so much.




The Artifact Ch. 03



We were lingering over coffee, after our desserts when I saw Wendy walking over to me.

"Hello Jack," she said as the girls looked curiously at her, "Bill and I are eating dinner over on the other side of the restaurant and when I saw you, I thought I'd see if you were able to help me with my problem."

"Kathy, Julie, this is Wendy. Wendy, this is Kathy and this is Julie." I said as I made the introductions. "I met her last night and decided to help her out of a jam."

I could tell as I watched Wendy shake hands with the girls that she was on the verge of tears, so I told her, "Let's take a walk over by the rest room."

When we got to the alcove by the rest room entrances, I pulled out the large envelope containing the twenty thousand dollars I'd won earlier and handed it to Wendy saying, "It's more than you lost, but enough for you to put the down payment on your house. I started out with a hundred, I just need you to pull out a hundred and give it back to me."

Wendy took the envelope from me and then began crying as she fished out a hundred dollars. She handed me the money and began crying in earnest as she threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly. I looked into her mind and saw that she didn't think that I'd be able to help her, and had still thought that her life was over. Her tears were tears of relief.

I had the girls take her into the rest room to get herself together and repair her makeup. I went back to the table to finish my coffee and wait for the girls. When they finally reappeared, Julie told me, "Wendy and Bill are going to take us to meet her sister. I think you'll really enjoy it."

When I heard that, I was surprised: but let myself be pulled from the table. I paid for our meals and waited outside the restaurant until Wendy and Bill joined us a moment later, and we were all introduced. We all got into their sensible car and took a short ride off the strip, headed to a topless club where Wendy's sister worked.

I wasn't all that enthusiastic about looking at stranger's naked boobs, particularly when I knew that it was unlikely that any of them were as nice as Julie's, let alone Kathy's, which in my opinion were God's finest work ever. I could tell however that both the girls were excited.

"I've always wanted to see what goes on in a place like that." Julie told me quietly.

"Me too," Kathy said. "When I was working as a waitress, a lot of truckers used to tell me that I should work in a club like that. They told me that I'd make a lot of money and the thought of it always makes me so wet."

Kathy discretely pulled her skirt up just high enough for me to see the wet spot on her panties. I was chuckling as I noticed Bill looking in the rear view mirror, trying to see what Kathy was doing.

The parking lot was less than a third full when we pulled in. Kathy and Julie's excitement kept my mind occupied as we walked into the club. Coming from the dazzling light outside, into the dark of the club, it was a couple of minutes until my eyes adjusted.

The club was massive. There were two large bars with stools, one against either side wall. Next to the end of the bars there was a small, semi-circular stage, with a stripper pole in the middle and seats all the way to where the stairs led to the stage on either side. There was a large mirror in the back, and ample lighting to highlight every womanly curve that was revealed during the show.

On the far side of those small stages were busy waitress stations. Scanning the tables and booths, I estimated there were only one-hundred twenty or so men. I figured that they could seat at least four times as many as were currently here. I looked at the back corners where they had another small stage.

The back wall had a wide hallway that matched up with the aisle way. There was a sign for both restrooms and exit near both hallways on either side of the large center stage. There was a catwalk to another circular stage twenty or twenty-five feet out toward the center of the room. Chairs were packed tightly around the stage as a talented dancer managed to pull tips from nearly all the men who were sitting there. Even if those were only ones, I figured that by the time she worked her way around all the stages she would make at least a hundred dollars.

I looked at Julie and Kathy, smiling as I noticed their expressions. Julie was in awe of the spectacle and Kathy was turned on. I wasn't surprised by either reaction. I glanced over at Bill and Wendy, Bill was gawking at the stripper on the center stage with his mouth open, and Wendy was looking around for her sister. I finally noticed her waiving at a girl coming out of one of the hallways.

We'd been seated at a large booth, and received our drinks by the time Wendy's sister Sarah worked her way over to us. I don't know exactly what I was expecting, but Sarah certainly wasn't it. 

I could see the family resemblance between the two women, but where Wendy was plain, Sarah was beautiful. Her face was delicate, ethereal, and angelic; however, her body was built for sin. A look or a smile from her would make a gay man have second thoughts about his lifestyle. Although her manner of dress was fairly conservative for this location, I could tell that she would look as phenomenal out of her clothes as she did in them. I was stunned when I finally got around to looking into her mind. Within a couple of seconds, I knew one of the things that the artifact had wanted me to learn. 

What I saw in that brief span of time will take quite some time to write out. I'll tell it as I heard it, directly from Sarah's mind.

Sarah's story:

Daddy was always larger than life. He retired from the Air Force as a Major General. He shot down twelve Germans in the Second World War, and three MIGs in Korea. He was older than momma when they got married, and it took a long time for them to have their first baby. From the time she could talk, my big sister Wendy told momma that what she wanted more than anything was a sister. Wendy was eight years old before I was born.

Momma was nearly the age some women have grand children, so Wendy often took care of me. Daddy died when I was eight years old. I don't remember much about him except for his smile, and that he always had time for me. His pictures and all of his medals were on the wall of the living room, right across from the sofa, so momma used to tell me stories about daddy all the time: how everyone looked up to him and wanted his respect. That's what I thought of when I saw this man Jack for the first time.

When I graduated high school, momma decided to retire and move to Florida. "Phoenix was too hot," she said, "besides, there are a lot more people my age down there. I've talked to your sister, and she wants you to come and live with her while you go to college."

I was always pretty ignorant about sex, but I wasn't a virgin. In high school, I went out with a guy. He took me to a movie, bought me a hamburger and then took me parking. For him, sex involved putting on a condom, pulling down my panties and sticking it in me. It hurt a lot, and I bled heavily. He came within a few seconds and just drove me home without talking to me. I didn't go out again in high school.

When I moved in with Wendy, I knew that things would be better. I knew that she loved me and would take care of me; even though she was a little bit controlling. Wendy had a double size bed that we slept in together. 

The second night I was there I woke up because the bed was shaking and Wendy was breathing hard. She stopped breathing for a few seconds and then started gasping for breath. I thought something was wrong, so I asked her, "Are you okay?"

Wendy was startled, and looked at me, "Have you been watching me?"

"I woke up and wondered what you were doing," I answered.

Wendy got up to her knees, dragged the covers down and to my surprise, pulled my 'jammie-bottoms down. I was too shocked to stop her. 

"So now it's my turn to watch you... start rubbing." Wendy ordered.

I didn't know what she meant, but she jammed my hand into my crotch and I began to rub. It was really slimy down there. It was even more exciting than the dream. Before long, I was highly excited.

Wendy told me, "Take off your top."

I was so turned-on; I just did what she said. When I was totally naked in front of her, she had me resume rubbing. She began instructing me to open my legs wider, shove one or more fingers inside myself, raise my hips, whatever was the most humiliating thing she could think of. Within a couple of minutes, I had a massive orgasm. The first one I'd ever had while I was awake.

The only other orgasms I'd ever had, was when I had the dream. Ever since I was about twelve years old, two or three nights a week, I'd dream that I was naked in public. In the dream, the more people who saw me, the more turned on I'd get. Most of the time, I'd have an orgasm and wake up. The more humiliating the situation, the harder I'd cum. 

After this experience with Wendy, I made the mistake of telling her about the dream. From this time on, nearly every night Wendy made me masturbate in front of her. At first, it was in the bedroom at night before we went to sleep; but before long I'd have to get naked in the living room and masturbate while we watched TV at night (she didn't like watching the commercials).

By the end of my second year in college, whenever Wendy was home, I was naked, usually on the floor with my legs spread and my pussy wet. When Wendy had her friends over, she let me stay in our room until they left, until that night.

Wendy had a couple of friends that she went out with from work. About once a week, she'd go out with her friends. They'd go out, have a few drinks and try to pick up guys: but on that night, there was a different agenda.

I decided to shower, and went into the bathroom. When I got out of the shower, all of the towels were missing. I finally decided to put on Wendy's robe and go into the room and they were all three sitting on the bed waiting for me.

"I didn't say you could wear my robe," Wendy said as she came up to me and stripped me naked in front of her friends.

I nearly came right then. Being naked in front of strangers was such a turn on that I was immobilized. I could feel my juices beginning to flow as Wendy told me, "Get on the bed and show them what a horny slut you are."

I was beginning to cry silently as I lay down on the bed and spread my legs, exposing my sloppy wet pussy. Tears were rolling down my cheek as Wendy told me, "Go ahead and show us how quickly you can cum."

My humiliation fed my libido so much that it didn't take a minute for me to masturbate myself to completion. My orgasm seemed to go on for at least a half an hour; but it was probably just over a minute. After cumming in front of her friends, I was even more humiliated than before. 

I didn't think it could get any worse until I heard Wendy say, "If you think that was something, pinch her nipples on those big floppy titties and watch her cum again."

Her friends giggled as they each grabbed a nipple and began pinching, pulling and stretching them. It felt like there was a direct connection between my nipples and my clit as Wendy had me masturbate again. Lisa and Jenny were talking back and forth between their selves, ignoring me and humiliating me even further.

"Do you feel how hard these nipples are?" Lisa asked Jenny as she pinched and pulled hard for emphasis.

"Her nipples are hard, but I can't get over how big and floppy her boobies are. Watch this," Jenny said as she grabbed my nipple and began pulling and shaking my tit for her friend.

My humiliation peaked as Lisa matched Jenny's actions, and they all began laughing at me. I began to cum, over and over again. I'd never felt anything like it before and I crave it like nothing else.

I was still cumming as Wendy told her friends, "She's probably a lesbian now, and I bet she'd eat your pussy if you want."

I spent the rest of that night, and at least once a month for the rest of the time I lived with Wendy being humiliated by her and her friends. Despite the fact that I loved it, I knew that if I didn't get out of there, I would be sucked down into despair. 

I know that Wendy loves me, and that only reason that she treated me that way was because I wanted it so badly. She never touched me inappropriately, or had me touch her. She only stayed in the room to keep me safe. When I graduated, I worked near her for a few months, but soon decided to move here, to Las Vegas.

I needed a job right away, so I took a job here serving drinks. I've never stripped, but I think about it all the time. The only time I can cum when I masturbate is when I imagine that I'm naked in front of a room full of people.

The funny thing is that I make more than all but two of the strippers: I don't even wear revealing clothes but everyone tips me a lot. I make five times more money than I could at any other job I could find, so I stay here; but lately I begun to want to find someone to share my life with.

****

Sarah hadn't even stopped moving before I had formulated a plan and began to implement it. I quickly scanned the people throughout the club, and sent home four of the women and eleven of the men, who for one reason or another would not be able to handle what would come next.

Wendy introduced us and I began working on Sarah to help her resolve her issues. I took control of the situation saying, "Your body seems to be at least as good as any dancer here. You need to get naked now."

It was either her desire, or my tone of command, but tears began streaming out of her eyes as she began slowly unbuttoning her blouse to comply with my order. Julie and Kathy were in shocked disapproval at what I was making her do until I let them see into Sarah's mind. When they saw that this was the best way to make her happy they both got up and began stripping her even quicker.

Wendy, despite her personal discomfort, knew that what I was doing was the best way to make Sarah happy. Bill was frozen in place, speechless and shocked as he watched his beautiful sister stripped in public. He'd always had a thing for her, and had jerked off to thoughts of her often, but he never thought that he'd ever actually see her naked.

I saw the waitress glance over at our table, and then do a shocked double take. She then began hurrying around the club informing the other waitresses and dancers that Sarah was finally taking off her clothes. Within a few minutes, nearly a dozen women and half again as many men were standing around her watching her be disrobed and making comments about her body.

Julie and Kathy had taken off her blazer, her blouse, her belt, her knee length tight skirt and were releasing the catch on her bra as tears flowed frankly down her face. Sarah looked at me as her breasts were exposed to the appreciative stares of the crowd. Sarah was being displayed for her audience in just her garter belt, stockings, high heels and panties.

Sarah's emotions were whipsawing between fear that I would tell her to take off her panties and an even greater fear that I wouldn't. A wet spot quickly grew on the gusset of her briefs as I watched, stretching out her uncertainty. 

I looked up into her eyes until the tension was nearly unbearable for her and then said, "You need to take those panties off before they get so wet that they're unwearable."

Julie and Kathy stood close beside her to make sure that she didn't fall as she pulled her now soaked panties down. The girls grabbed her elbows to steady her when she came as she straightened back up.

Two thirds of the people in the club were standing around her as I had Sarah lie on the table and masturbate for the group. I heard a zipper being pulled down as Sarah's next orgasm began.

I noticed that a couple of the girls had begun jacking off the guys beside them as they watched Sarah, mesmerized. Suddenly, half the people in the club were stripping as they paired off. Too much was going on to follow as the entire place became the largest public orgy since ancient Rome.

I moved out of the line of fire as half a dozen men let their cum fly all over Sarah within a couple of minutes. I looked over at Wendy and Bill and sat that his pants were around his ankles, while Wendy bounced on his lap, holding her panties. I told Wendy, "I'm going to take care of Sarah; you don't have to worry about her anymore."

I saw gratitude in her eyes as I turned to go. After eight orgasms, an exhausted Sarah had a hard time pulling herself to her feet. Julie and Kathy had picked up her clothes and purse as we prepared to grab a cab back to the hotel. Walking outside, Julie and Kathy were still carrying Sarah's clothes when the taxi pulled up. 

The cabbie's eyes bugged out as we all piled into the back seat. I paused for a moment before I climbed into the cab, and sent a significant amount energy toward the club ensuring that a good time would be had by all, for the rest of the evening. I got into the cab, having done all that I could to keep everyone in the club safe for the evening.

I let a grateful Sarah put on her blouse and skirt for the walk through the hotel lobby, but made her carry her underwear in her hand. A close look at her would reveal the blobs of only partially dried cum in her hair, and the shiny patch on her cheek that was there for the same reason. Knowing that there was a high likelihood of being caught in an embarrassing situation was ramping up Sarah's libido; however, I used my abilities to keep anyone from noticing anything amiss. We made it back to our room without incident. 

Sarah had spent much of the last several years alone and was deliriously happy that we all cared for her. Now that we were alone in the room, the desire to be publicly humiliated changed into much simpler submissiveness and desire to serve.

"I want you to cum for us again," Kathy told Sarah after we'd spent two hours satisfying each other.

"You know that you want to," Julie said as she and Kathy pulled her knees apart to display the spectacle to me.

I helped Sarah by ramping up her shame at showing us once again. Kathy and Julie watched closely as Sarah completed the task. I kept her from cumming for so long that her orgasm was one of the best she ever had.

Sarah was exhausted, trying to recover her breath when Julie and Kathy both turned to me and Julie asked, "Can we keep her?"

Kathy was nodding as she added, "Please...? We'll take care of her. She needs us."

I thought about it for a moment. On the face of it, it was ridiculous, they were relating her to a stray puppy; but when I scanned Sarah, I saw that she wanted to come with us more than anything else. I looked at her until she cast her eyes down toward the floor and finally said, "Oh, alright; but you'll both be responsible to make sure that she behaves."

All three women launched their selves at me, hugging my neck and kissing me. I took a few minutes getting them ready for bed. I needed to talk to the artifact, so I sent them to bed and had them go to sleep. Sarah was happier than she'd been in years, drifting off to sleep between Julie and Kathy.

I went into the bathroom and waited, knowing that the artifact wanted to talk with me too. 

****

I sat down, closed my eyes and waited for spirit of the artifact that I knew would come. I've never been a patient person, but I've always been able to compose myself and wait as long as needed when it was required. 

I realized that I had been in a meditative state for nearly an hour when I sensed the old man coming toward me. I waited until he began talking, taking my cue from his previous behavior.

"It is good to see you again, my lord," the old man said with tremendous dignity. 

I nodded patiently as I waited for him to continue. He began smiling as he said, "You have learned much," 




The Artifact Ch. 03



I kept myself from smiling as I realized that he had wanted me to be patient and composed; to give nothing away as I absorbed knowledge without giving anything away. I waited quietly for him to continue.

His gentle laugh flowed as I waited for him to continue. I knew that he was trying the limits of my patience, trying to make me break down. I didn't give him the satisfaction as I continued to quietly wait for him to get to what we were both here for.

Finally he said, "Today, you should have learned three things. What did you learn?"

I began to deliberately answer him as I said, "First I learned that if I don't pay close attention, I can miss a lot of things when I read peoples' minds. I'd read Wendy's mind and never even seen anything about her sister, despite the fact that it was a large part of her life."

I continued with, "Second, I learned that if I'm not careful, I affect people with my mood alone. If I'm sexually excited I get others excited too, even if it's not what I intend."

I was a little less certain of the third lesson that the artifact had tried to impart, as I tried to maintain my confidence. "Third, I learned that I'm able to affect things physically, not just mentally manipulate people, but to move and change things with my mind."

The old man's eyes glowed brightly with approval as he said, "You have done well; but we need to go over how our presentation made us appear to the evil one."

To let him know that I understood his plan as a trap, I said, "You had me purchase this cross to make him think that I wasn't bonded to you. You also masked all but a tiny portion of your power to make him feel less threatened. Finally you had me tell him a story that made him think that I was unaware of the pieces of power and thought that my good fortune was just luck. I'm sure that he thinks that it will be easy for him to take advantage of me."

He appeared surprised and pleased as he said, "You understand. You will need to be careful, but you should win without any real problem. Your real danger will come after you win."

The old man arose, and bowed out of my presence, warning me, "Consider carefully what I've told you lord. We'll watch over you as much as we can; but, there is real danger on the horizon."

As the old man left, I realized that I was quite tired, but not at all sleepy. I decided to go back downstairs and get a drink as I thought about what I had been told. I noticed that the advertisement for the show that was scheduled had a canceled sticker over it as I walked into the bar. I wondered what had happened as I found a booth to sit at.

The waitress that came up to me was young and cute, with a really big smile. We flirted quietly back and forth as I ordered, but I wasn't looking to get over on her, just to pass the time. When she went to the booth next to mine to take their order, I overheard something that caught my interest.

"I can't believe that the sum-bitch just up and died." The older of the two men said.

"I can," The younger man replied, "I just don't believe that it was a heart attack. I was sure that he'd be shot by a jealous husband. He was only just over fifty and hadn't ever been sick. I sure didn't see it coming."

The first man looked over at him, incredulously saying, "You're kidding, he was only five foot six, weighed three hundred pounds, smoked three packs of cigarettes a day and the only exercise he got was fucking any women he could get to hold still for thirty seconds."

The younger man looked over at his companion and asked so quietly that I wouldn't have been able to hear him without my ability, "Did he ever get you laid?"

The older man smiled as he answered, "A couple of times. I used to wonder how he was able to find all those hot women and to convince them to fuck him, let alone anyone he pointed out."

The younger man smiled as he said, still keeping his voice low, "Every time I booked him in here, he'd get me the hottest woman. That's the reason I'd keep booking him in here. It wasn't because his act was so good."

His older companion chuckled as he replied, "I thought as much, he really wasn't all that good. So, what are you planning to do about tomorrow?"

The younger guy looked puzzled as he replied, "I've talked the main stage manager and he can't help me. The agency will look around to see if he can find something tomorrow, but you know what it's like on Sundays. I probably won't be able to get any in here until at least Monday."

When the waitress came back over, we began flirting again, but his time I added enough volume for the two men to hear me as I asked her, "So what happened to the show that was supposed to be here tomorrow?"

"Manny had a heart attack after the last show. He was shaking hands with a man who'd seen the show and he keeled over dead." She told me.

She began to chuckle and stage whispered to me, "The two guys in the next booth are panicking. They're trying to find someone to take his place, but its Sunday and they'll never find anyone."

"Maybe I can help them," I told her, "Let me talk to them."

I stood beside her as she grabbed my arm and took me over to the next booth.

"This gentleman thinks that he can help you with your problem with the show," She told them when we stood in front of them.

They both looked up at me and I bold slid into the booth beside them. "I can do a good show for you for tomorrow night."

The younger guy looked at me and asked, "What kind of act do you have?"

I smiled as I told him, "I do a little sleight of hand, tell a few jokes, read minds and do a very fast hypnosis. It's fun and a little sexy. It'll be perfect for an adult crowd."

The young man looked at his companion who asked, "Can you give us a demonstration?"

I thought about it for a moment, scanned the waitress and then smiled. "I think that I'll be able to show you something."

I waved the waitress over. When she got back over to us I stood and whispered in her ear, "I know what you want, and I'll make sure that you get it."

I'd read her mind and found out that she wanted to dance in the show. She'd tried out before, and done quite well but she'd been second best. I worked on her to make her glow on the inside so that she'd be the first choice next time.

I motioned the younger of the two men to stand and told her, "This is your boyfriend for the next sixty seconds. Let him know how you feel."

She reached over, grabbed him and began kissing him. She pressed into him so tightly that it seemed as if she was trying to fit herself into his clothes. Her hands grabbed his ass, pulling him even closer as she ground her boobs into him. When her sixty seconds were up, she suddenly pulled herself away as if startled.

The other member of the group looked at me and asked, "It seems that you can do the hypnosis, what else can you do?"

I looked at him for a moment and smiled, "You're wondering if I can actually read minds and if I could, would I be able to give you what you want with my sleight of hand. Check your inside coat pocket."

There was a smug look on his face. I'd not gone anywhere near him, so he was convinced that I wouldn't have been able to put anything in there. There was a confused and frightened look on his startled face, and he froze for a second. He then jerked his hand out of his pocket, pulling out a pair of women's underwear.

There was a puzzled look on his face for a moment as he held the panties out in front of himself. We all stood looking at them until a puzzled expression came over the waitress's face. She tried to be discrete as her hand went to her skirt, feeling her ass. A moan/screech left her lips as she grabbed the undergarment from his hand and ran into the women's restroom.

"I'm impressed," the young man said, handing me his card. "Come to my office tomorrow, after ten am and we'll sign the contract."

I nodded as I turned to walk out of the bar. I stopped by my table and left a sizable tip. I waited by the restroom for the waitress to appear. When she came out, I asked her, "Can you describe the guy who was shaking hands with the performer when he had his heart attack?"

Hearing her description, I knew that it was the evil man that I still had to face. It appeared that he was a victim of the man who was trying to kill me as well.

"I'm not sure that I'll forgive you for what you did to me in there," she said to me.

"I used the time to make sure that the next time you audition, you'll get that job as a dancer," I told her. "Thank you very much."

"In that case I forgive you," she said as she kissed my cheek.

****

I went back toward my room, thinking about everything that I'd learned over this very long day. I'd been wondering why I decided to put on a show, doing something I'd never done before, in front of a live audience. I figured that the artifact wanted me to find out about the murder: but why?

The answer must be that the performer had one or more pieces of power. The evil man had tracked him down and prevailed in the struggle, which meant that he was even stronger now than when I'd first scanned him. I knew that I'd have to be even more careful now than before.

I wonder how long it had taken the evil one to track him down and isolate him. I had a feeling that the only reason that he was moving so fast with me was because he felt that I still was unaware of the full implications of having pieces of power. He must figure that he can quickly win our battle before I even know that we were going to fight. Since he hadn't bonded with his pieces, I hoped he thought that I hadn't yet bonded either. I idly wondered how often the pieces of power bonded with their host, and how long it usually took.

I got back to the room and got undressed. It would be a tight fit sliding into that king size bed with the three girls, but I figured that I was willing to make the sacrifice. As I lay there spooning behind Julie I thought about the scope of things that I had learned over the past nearly year that I'd had the artifact; and the speed that things were now changing. I knew that things would never be normal for me again, and as I allowed myself to relax into sleep, I was glad.

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The Artifact



I kept anyone from hearing or seeing me as I crept up to the sergeant in charge of the patrol. I put my hand on his shoulder and quietly whispered to him, "I've got four prisoners up the trail, maybe 300 meters, sergeant. Do you think you could give me a hand with them?"

"God, I hate you fucking LRRPs," the sergeant said when he regained his composure. "Are there any more NVA in the area?"

"There's a base camp with at least a division of infantry about a mile or so from here, on the other side of the river, but there's nothing on this side that I've been able to find. Don't ask for a guarantee though," I said with a smile.

"Sanchez, Wilson, Johnson, Crisp, go with the hero to get his prisoners and come right back." The sergeant told his men.

I woke them up, one at a time, when we found them. We took them back, with the bicycle. Taking it down the trail was interesting. There were a couple of bamboo poles, one tied to the handle bars, and the other to where the seat would have been. With one person on either side, it was pretty easy to roll it along the trail, despite the heavy load it carried.

When we arrived back at the ambush site with my prisoners, the sergeant got on the radio and reported in. I could feel the relief on everyone's mind as he passed on the word that we were to return to base, especially when they knew that there was a division of NVA not far from here, just on the other side of the river. For at least tonight, no one was going to die.

The captain was happy to see the prisoners, but asked me what happened to the rest of my patrol. I handed him the dog tags as I told him, I could tell that he was mourning for his men. His voice was tightly controlled as he told me, "You did the right thing. If you tried to stay and fight, you'd have been killed too. By using your head, you survived, collected some valuable intelligence and brought in these prisoners. Despite everything, you continued the mission. Go get some rest, and be ready to leave first thing in the morning, I'm sending you back to see the colonel with your prisoners." 

The next morning after a brief helicopter ride, I was standing in front of the divisional intelligence officer. He called in a major and the two of them fully debriefed me. I told him everything except about the ruins and the medallion. I pointed everything out on the map, including the position of the NVA base camp that I'd found in the colonel's mind. 

When I was done, the colonel looked at me closely and said, "Good job sergeant. Your determination to Charlie Mike (continue the mission) despite catastrophic losses and overwhelming odds has given us an opportunity to deal the enemy a death blow."

I looked at him and said, "Sir, I'm only a PFC."

The colonel walked over to where I was standing, put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Son, I want people like you, who think when things go wrong and the odds are against you, in charge of my boys. You may be able to keep some of them alive when things get tough."

When I was dismissed, I heard him thinking that he would write me up for a distinguished service cross (the second highest award for valor). I thought that it was more than I deserved, but no one ever asked me. I finally did receive the medal, but it had been downgraded to a silver star. The medal was nice, but the extra two stripes put more money in my pocket. The most disappointing thing was that it was three days before there was an air strike against the NVA base camp. When we went in to check it out, a few days later, we only found evidence of two hundred or so fatalities. If we had been able to get the arc light strike approved immediately, we could probably have done at least ten times better.

I took over command of a team, since their sergeant had rotated back to the states. The assistant team leader hoped to be put in charge, but he wasn't yet prepared to lead. It took me a couple of weeks to gain control over the corporal without using force, but it helped me learn how to control people using a more subtle method.

His natural response was to rebel against orders. I could have just forced him to do what I ordered: however by subtly influencing his personality and making him realize for himself why I was right, he became better and was much more prepared to lead our patrol himself. 

He was leading my team while I was on R&R when he was killed. His actions on that night saved the rest of the team. His DSC was not downgraded. I wasn't able to keep him alive, but he at least went home a hero.

I had signed up to go to Hawaii for my R&R. It was the most popular destination for married men traveling to see their wives, and the least popular for single guys. I had developed my ability to control people to a decent level during the time I'd spent in the bush, but in Hawaii, I learned what a valuable ability I now had.

I went a little wild. Although I was never much of a drinker, I never had to pay for a drink. I was never perfect with women before, but now I never went to sleep with less than two beautiful, hot women. I'd never gambled before, but I got into a crooked game and took them for more than $7 thousand, had them pay me and made them forget me when I left. I took care to change people's attitudes about us veterans whenever it was needed. Servicemen no longer had to endure the irrational hatred that they had to before from those I fixed.

I ended up extending my tour a couple of months, at the regimental commander's request, so that I could train my replacement. I was commissioned as a second lieutenant in the field, shortly after I returned from R&R; and was promoted to first lieutenant, just before I left for good.

The captain I trained to take over the company that I had commanded did very well, eventually attaining the rank of lieutenant general before he retired. I would have never have been able to make a career in the army, since I hadn't yet gone to college. It's unfortunate that the ability to do the job in war isn't always what is required to keep the job in peace. 

The GI's called it the freedom bird. Those who survived their tour boarded the plane for the long flight back to the states, or as we called it, the land of the big PX (an army subsidized department/grocery store, which helped to support dependants who relied exclusively on the scandalously low pay). 

When I got off the plane in San Francisco, I saw something I never in my life thought I would see. A group of about twenty-five people jeering at the returning veterans. For the first time in a long time I got angry. Most of the men were military age men. None of them had served in the military, and yet they were screaming and cursing at the men who had given so much for them.

It wouldn't have made me so mad if they had kept their opinions to themselves, or expressed their opposition civilly but they were screaming, cursing and spitting on these men who were returning from hell, where they had all gone against their will. I could see trouble brewing, so I quickly took control.

A sergeant, who had I found had lost over half of the people in his platoon, was about to kill the most obnoxious of the assholes when I stepped in. The sergeant and all the others with him saluted me when I came over. "Let me handle this sergeant, wait over there."

I froze the unruly group in their tracks and spoke to them quietly. What I said wasn't important, what I did was to give all the men an uncontrollable urge to enlist in the army and volunteer for Vietnam. There were four equally obnoxious women in the group. When the men left, I had them all giving the returnees blowjobs. None of those women would never again have an orgasm with a man who had not been in the service.

It was the only time I ever used my power in anger. I thought for a long time about what I did, and how I planned to use the ability I'd been given. I continued to the base where I was to be discharged, checked into the VOQ (visiting officers quarters, an inexpensive motel like building on base). After an early dinner I went to bed to try to readjust to local time. I fell asleep immediately and had an incredible dream.

A man in a silk oriental robe walked up to me. I was dressed as I had been in the monastery, nearly a year earlier. He kneeled with incredible dignity when he got close, and began speaking in what I was able to tell was Vietnamese. I was able to understand what he was saying, despite the fact that I didn't speak the language.

"My lord, you have been chosen to posses the power of the reunited Trung Medallion." He said.

"The Trung Medallion?" I asked puzzled.

He paused, considering how to answer the question and then said. "More than nineteen hundred years ago Vietnam was occupied by a corrupt Chinese regime. A warrior priest and a magician made a medallion of power and traveled throughout the country seeking a leader to save the Vietnamese nation."

"A rich Vietnamese merchant, named Trung, with two beautiful daughters, was found; but before he was given the medallion, a jealous Chinese official had him killed. The merchant had been a warrior and taught his daughters the martial arts. The oldest daughter met and fell in love with the Vietnamese prince and married him, thereby gaining the right to claim a leadership role. There was no one else, so the magician and the priest split the medallion in half, giving one part to each of the Trung sisters."

"They raised an army and ejected the Chinese from their country. They ruled well for four years, and without their just leadership, Vietnam would have ceased to be a country. The loss of face caused the Chinese to raise an immense army and reinvade Vietnam four years later. 

The sisters didn't have enough power to successfully resist this overwhelming force, since the medallion wasn't nearly powerful enough when divided. Their army lost to the Chinese but the sisters escaped from the initial battle. They were trapped, and decided to kill themselves, rather than be captured, so they joined hands and drowned themselves in the river. When they died at the same time, the medallion reunited itself. The warrior priest and magician sealed the medallion into the statue. It waited there until a worthy leader found it."

I stood there, trying to absorb the information that I'd been given, while the man waited in front of me on his knees. I finally asked, "Why was I chosen?"

"You, my lord, posses the qualities the medallion was looking for. You are a brave and intelligent warrior, fighting in a cause to free others. You're a natural leader who cares a great deal about your fellow warriors; but most of all, you have a finely developed sense of right and wrong. You will strive to help others, even if it causes you inconvenience, discomfort or is dangerous." The oriental man told me.

I considered what he said and then asked, "When I found the artifact, I did some strange things, can you explain to me, why I did those things?"

"There was ancient writing on both halves of the artifact explaining what needed to be done to claim the medallion's power. Part of that was a riddle. You had to figure out the riddle make a choice and then act, if you would have made the wrong choice, you would have died or been given a lesser gift." He told me without inflection.

My eyes widened as I said, "I couldn't read what it said; how did I know what to do?"

He looked at me, surprised that I hadn't figured it out as he said, "The medallion questioned your mind directly. You hadn't yet received the gift, so it wasn't made clear to your mind what happened, or why you did what you did." 

"You first touched the medallion to your head, so that you would gain the intelligence to rule wisely. You next touched your heart to help you love and care for those whose lives you will touch. You followed that by touching your stomach to give yourself health, strength and long life. Finally, you touched your staff, to give yourself sexual endurance and potency, for your lovers and yourself. You chose the order of importance that best served others; therefore the medallion endowed you with the maximum amount of power."

I carefully considered what he told me, and then I asked, "The first time I had a chance, I used my new gift to benefit myself. I took money, had a lot of lovers and made people change their attitudes toward veterans. Did my misuse of my gift have any repercussions?" 

The man looked at me and smiled as he said, "The medallion was made in a time when a king owned everything, including the lives of everyone he ruled. Think about what you did. You took money from thieves who tried to cheat you. They had done it to others before you, but you turned the table on them. You didn't even get mad and kill them when you wanted to leave, despite finding out that they planned to rob and murder you on the way out: but you only used the gift to make them forget."

"The best rulers have a healthy libido, as do you. You didn't force yourself on anyone; you just read their mind and chose those who wanted you. You could have forced anyone to fuck you, but you just heightened their level of arousal to give them pleasure."

"As far as changing minds about warriors, one measure of the worthiness of a society is the esteem they hold for their warriors. You simply fixed a problem and restored a measure of balance. Some warriors don't deserve respect, they need to be fixed, and you can help them: but for someone to abuse a warrior who risks their life for them is a serious problem for a society."

"The warrior never chooses the war; his task is to fight them. If a war is unjust, the problem is not the warrior but the government. If your leaders are corrupt, you can fix them as well. Use your gift to fix the problems you observe, to enjoy your life and to bring pleasure to others. You will be rich beyond measure, loved by all who know you, respected by most and feared by those who intend evil."

I thought about what he told me and then asked, "The gift, does it have any powers that I haven't discovered yet?"

The man, who I began to think of as my advisor, smiled as he answered, "There are many powers you don't know about yet. The gift will reveal new powers as you are able to wield them, and then allow you to find opportunities to use them. Use the powers that you have been given as frequently as possible. Like exercise builds muscle, using the power will strengthen the gift. Trust the power given to you; it's already saved your life fourteen times."

"Will you be back if I have any other questions?" I asked.

The oriental man stood, bowing out of my presence as he said, "The power of the Trung medallion will find a way to answer any questions you have, should the need arise. I would be pleased, should I be summoned; but I don't know if I will. It has been a pleasure to meet a ruler who cares so deeply for his people; I understand that your George Washington was such a man."

I began to awake as soon as the dream faded from my mind. It was five in the morning, time to get up anyway, so I showered, dressed and prepared to start my day. On the agenda for today, get discharged from the army. The power the artifact had given me guaranteed that I would waste no time for any governmental red tape. I put on my dress uniform, got breakfast and was waiting when the base personnel office opened. I was finished processing out two and a half hours later, with all of my paperwork completed. I knew that the next person wouldn't be done until at least four in the afternoon, so I had been spared at least six hours of useless delay. I was ready for whatever life had in store for me.

The story begins-

I had plenty of cash, one thing about being in a combat zone, you really don't spend much. I was going to go home, but the artifact told me that my mom brother and sisters had moved and no longer remembered me. It was for my protection and theirs, however it didn't explain why. I walked out of the base with a government check for nearly a year's pay. I wondered why I hadn't been paid for so long, but apparently when I was commissioned, they discharged me as an enlisted man and forgot to send the paperwork through to pay me as an officer.

I was paid for the last eight months in the bush and the nearly month and a half of leave I'd accrued, as well as the money to allow me to travel back to Atlanta. I still had most of the money I'd won in Hawaii, all together I had enough to keep me going for more than a year.

First thing I did was buy a car. I was in uniform, carrying almost everything I owned, when I walked onto the car lot. I ended up buying a Dodge Charger. It was a muscle car body with a small 318 cubic inch hemi engine and an automatic transmission. The car looked great, only had a few thousand miles and it was economical to operate. I looked into the salesman's mind to find out that he thought the car was the best value on the lot. I packed my duffle bag in the trunk and headed out for parts unknown.

I thought about what I should do to practice my gift, as I drove along. I decided to go to the largest shopping mall that I could find and practice there. I found the perfect place, and then I went to the nearest classy motel and checked in. 

I changed out of my uniform and into some civilian clothes. It was the first time in months I hadn't been in uniform, and I felt strange. I was about to put on my shirt when I looked at my chest and arm. The burn from the medallion was entirely gone. The first scar from my first wound on my arm was so small it was unnoticeable. The wounds that I'd received later were barely noticeable as well. 

When I looked closer, I noticed that I looked different. I had no visible body fat at all and there was a chiseled look to my muscles. Growing up, I'd always been strong; but it had been the strength gained from hard work. My muscles were not as visible, being hidden under a thin layer of baby fat. Now at twenty-one, I'd grown out of the baby fat stage, and my muscles had grown to make a dramatic appearance. I quickly put on my shirt and left the room.

The first thing I wanted to do when I got to the mall was get something to eat. I went to the food court and got a hot dog, fries and a foamy orange drink. I took it out to a table overlooking the mall and watched the people walking by as I ate.

Men have been looking at women since time began. We have learned to evaluate them quickly using our eyes, ears and sometimes our noses. Sometimes, we force ourselves to face humiliation and walk up to them to get their phone numbers. It doesn't always work, but we have to try, otherwise we can't face ourselves. Some of us are better than others, and we end up going home with a beautiful girl: but most of us back away in embarrassment, hoping we do better next time.

I was interested in practicing with my new gift, strengthening my ability to read people's minds. I began watching as I slowly ate my lunch. At first, I did the sight and sound first, and then did the mind reading afterward. Within a half hour, without making a conscious decision, I was doing them all at the same time. There was no extra effort, a mere glance revealed as much about their mind as it did about their looks. Men, women, old, young, it made no difference. I knew what they were thinking about, their problems, concerns, dreams, hopes and desires. I knew that I could help many of them with my gift.

In those first few days, I learned a lot about people. About one out of every ten had been drinking, enough to affect their personality and thought processes. Neither age nor gender seemed to be a determining factor in this ratio at all. 

Another interesting thing was sexual obsession. Men were more frequently obsessed with sex, but the women who were so inclined had much stronger, more consuming obsessions. The men's obsession peaked around seventeen to eighteen, whereas the women didn't peak until around thirty.




The Artifact



The most interesting thing I found out was that ninety-five percent of people's problems were self imposed. By helping people change their attitudes, I was able to help them solve most of their problems. I got to the point, that in a glance, I was able to evaluate a person, and help them without having to think about it.

My third day as a civilian, I decided to finally do something to resolve my horniness. When I came back to my room, I'd bring someone back with me. I stopped by the desk, and paid the clerk for another night as I was on my way out. When the clerk gave me my change, she gave me an envelope as well. I took the stuffed full envelope with me and opened it when I got into the car. 

The envelope was full of cash, maybe $3 thousand. I was immediately concerned. I checked to be sure that I'd not taken something that hadn't been given to me; but my name and room number was written on it. I had no idea who even knew I was here, let alone why they'd give me money.

The spirit from the artifact provided the answer. I'd been helping people, never asking for anything in return. The artifact understood that in today's world I needed cash so it had paid me. Money that been destined for evil purposes were diverted to me. The person who had collected the money, put it in an envelope, put my name and room number of the envelope and dropped it off for me didn't know me; and had no memory of doing it. I would continue to receive all the money I needed for as long as I needed.

****

When I came back to the room, I brought with me Susan and Debbie. They were best friends and had grown up together. They met in second grade and gone all the way through school together. Since fifth grade they'd spent at least one or two nights a month sleeping at each other's house. They were now college roommates, home for the summer between their junior and senior years of school. They were both so horny that they couldn't think straight, and confused about the attraction they felt for each other.

Susan was tall, blond and tan with a C+ cup size. Debbie was an inch taller, a brunette who still fit easily into a B cup. They were both extremely sexy, and as interested in each other as they were in me. I smiled when I looked closer and reviewed their sexual history.

On their overnight stays, Debbie and Susie had taught each other to kiss. Debbie had taught Susie to masturbate a few months later. Within a year, they were looking forward to their nights together when they could masturbate each other. They were never happier than when the other was satiated. It was one of the reasons that I'd seen the opportunity to help them, and brought them home with me.

I took three glasses and mixed us up rum and cokes, while I molded their minds to start without me. By the time I'd finished mixing their drinks, they were nude, kissing each other passionately and breathing heavily. They broke apart when I handed them the drinks. We all sat down on the on the king size bed as we drank our drinks and talked.

I really didn't have to change them, other than remove their fear of offending their friend. When I put down my glass, both girls were all over me. Susie began removing my pants, while Debbie took off my shirt. Working together they had my shirt removed and had my pants around my ankles, while they were each frantically pulling off my shoes and socks.

I pulled Debbie into the middle between Susie and myself so that we could work on her together. We took turns kissing her lips, cheeks, forehead, ears and neck. We took our time, teasing her without mercy, working our way down her body. I was reading Debbie's desires, and transmitting them to Susie as well. We were working on her breasts, having finally moved to her nipples when I pushed her over the edge to her first orgasm.

I kept her cumming, again and again. We worked our way down her body, moving from her nipples, down her ribs, to her navel and then her hips. We pulled Debbie's legs apart to begin kissing and licking the inside if her thighs. I backed up, pressed Susie's into Debbie's crotch. I backed up, watching Susie enthusiastically perform oral sex on her best friend for the first time. Debbie was delirious with pleasure and I decided that Susie needed to begin having orgasms as well.

Debbie wiggled around into the soixante-neuf position, when the waves of mind-blowing pleasure allowed her to move. When she finished working herself into position, her tongue began working its magic on Susie. I added something extra special as well, as her orgasms began bubbling forth with remarkable strength and rapidity.

I started fucking her while Debbie continued her oral attentions. I kept a steady rhythm with my hips; however, Debbie would regularly faultier as a new tide of pleasure overwhelmed her. 

Susie's orgasmic contractions felt so wonderful, I eventually allowed myself to let loose with a tremendous load of cum, accompanying an insanely long orgasm. As I continued to thrust into her over-filled cunt, the wet mixture of our fluids were continually pumped out of Susie's juicy cunt, thickly coating Debbie's pleasure distorted face.

I didn't even allow myself to get soft as I had the girls roll Susie onto her back with Debbie over her, ready to receive me. I moved around behind her, giving her what I knew she craved as well...

It has been said that the path of excess leads to the palace of wisdom: if that's true, I found the palace that night. I thoroughly fucked each of the girls a half dozen times, unloading a tremendous load each time, trying to find my limits. I never got sore, I never got tired, I never lost my desire and I never got soft until the girls were too exhausted to continue.

By the time I stopped, the dimple in the bed from the girl on the bottom was filled with an inch and a half of my cum. Their hair and faces were soaked with my cum as well. The funniest, most noticeable thing was that the cum which clung to their back caused my hands to slip up and down their sides instead of holding onto their hips.

The girls were exhausted, hungry and in no condition to go out any time soon. I had to support the girls into the bathroom as we went in to shower. I tried to sneak out to try to clean up a bit while the girls fumbled with the shampoo: but they were so unsteady on their feet, I stayed with them to keep them safe. When we left the bathroom, I was shocked to see that the room had been cleaned up, the girl's clothes has been picked up, folded and put on the chairs. The mess on the bed was completely gone. I hadn't heard anyone come into the room and was puzzled. When there was a knock on the door, I wrapped a towel around my waist as I answered the door.

There was a Pizza Hut delivery person standing there with two large pizzas and two large bottles of soda.

I asked him, "How much do I owe you?"

He told me with a smile, "It's all paid for, including a generous tip."

I smiled back as I took everything and said, "Thanks," and I closed the door.

We ate pizza, drank soda and talked quietly. The girls were so exhausted that they spoke almost as if they were drunk. Questions revolved around in my mind as I listened and ate. I moved in-between the girls, and they snuggled into my chest; one under each arm.

I saw the smiles on their face as I began to give them post-orgasmic shudders, and the sensations to go along with them. I knew that I didn't have to sleep, but I really wanted to sleep with them. We all fell asleep within minutes.

****

I awoke early in the morning and got up, showered, shaved, brushed my teeth and dressed. I was going to leave a note to let the girls know where I was if they woke-up; but then I decided just to make sure that they wouldn't wake up before I got back.

I went to a coffee shop and had a breakfast of steak, eggs, toast, hash-browns and coffee. The meal was good and the service was excellent. When I left, I drove through McDonalds and picked up breakfast and coffee for the girls and an extra coffee for myself. I was impressed that the girls woke in unison as I walked through the door.

Susie and Debbie gave me big smiles as they told me, "Good morning."

"Good morning, beautiful ladies. I brought you breakfast and coffee." I told them as I handed them the McDonalds bag and the coffee. The dug in gratefully, giggling as they realized that they were still naked.

"I thought I was going to die of pleasure last night," Susie said.

"Me too," Debbie said, "and I started cumming before you."

"I'm surprised I'm not sore. Are you sore?" Debbie asked her.

The amazement was evident in Susie's voice when she said, "No, I'm not sore either." She then turned to me and asked, "Are you always that good in bed?"

I had a smile on my face as I told her, "I've been out of circulation for a little while, but I hope you got enough to last for a couple of days."

Debbie giggled as she told me, "My asshole is still twitching with aftershocks from all the orgasms I had last night. If you breathed heavy on my pussy, I'd cum."

I got up and started walking over toward the girls as they both began yelping and giggling and I said with a smile, "Now that's an invitation I can't ignore."

They were hugging each other as I approached. I kissed each of them on the cheek and smiled widely as I felt their disappointment. I looked at them after I sat back down and said, "From now on, no matter what happens, you both have each other. If I stayed, I'd just get in the way... and we all know that."

I sat, finishing my coffee, as the girls finished their coffee and breakfast. I was still dawdling over my coffee when Debbie finished and got up and walked over to me, still naked. She spread her legs and sat down on my lap as she said, "If you really want to blow on my clit, I'd be happy to let you."

Susie came up behind me, resting her impressive boobs on the back of my neck and said, "We'd be happy to take care of you."

I looked into their minds and saw that they were both unhappy thinking that I was leaving. Neither had any experience with one night stands. They both thought that I would stay with them for as long as they would let me. It was actually rather touching.

I told Debbie to hold on to my neck and I grabbed her ass and stood up. I flopped her, giggling onto the bed, with her legs hanging off the end. I sat down and Susie sat beside me. With them sitting up, I stood and faced them, moving them together so that their hips were touching. I asked them, "Would you like to stay another night?"

They both nodded and I told them, "I'll pay for another night for you, but I have to leave. I'll give you cab fare and enough extra so that you can order takeout. Before I go, I have a gift for you."

They stood, grabbed me and kissed me. I kissed them back and set them back down side by side. I took my hands, ran them up their thighs until I reached their excited sex. When I touched their clits, I had them immediately begin cumming. I programmed their brains to continue cumming for the next five hours and stepped back, listening and watching their mutual pleasure. They rolled into each other, hugging and kissing. I fixed their memories so they wouldn't remember the strange things that had happened, but they would only remember me fondly. I packed the rest of my stuff, left a generous amount of money on the table and left the room.

I was still smiling when I walked up to the front desk. I paid for another night and told the clerk, "This will be the last night for the room. It will be available tomorrow night."

She had a wide smile on her face when she said, "Will I have as many complaints about the screams of ecstasy as I did last night?"

"Maybe not," I told her with a grin as I took the receipt, looked into her mind and felt her excitement.

She was getting off work in a few minutes, looking forward to spending her day off with her boyfriend. I ramped up her horniness, and trained her body to experience multiple orgasms, giving her a gift that she would truly enjoy. As I turned to leave she called out, "I almost forgot." 

She pulled an envelope from a pigeon hole for my room and handed it to me. I smiled and thanked her, once again wondering who even knew that I was here. I felt that I had to get going so I took the envelope with me and headed for my car. I was anxious to get on the road, so I put the envelope on my lap and drove off.

I got to a traffic light and took the time waiting for the light to change to open the envelope. Two credit cards fell out into my hand when I poured out the contents, along with a note which had a written reservation to a luxury hotel in Las Vegas. I looked up with a smile and began driving. I had several hundred miles to drive today, and I'd be arriving late tonight; but I was looking forward to it.

I began thinking of all the unusual things that had happened to me over the last few days. I was focused on my thoughts, ignoring the specifics of my driving, as people with a long commute ordinarily do. I started to talk to the spirit of the artifact as I'd come to think of it. I was a little surprised when it began talking back.

"Some pretty strange things have happened around me over the past few days." My mind told the artifact.

"You have done what I'd directed you to do, so I began removing obstacles, and did things to see to your comfort. The more you learn the more I can do." The artifact told me.

"I learned how to help people to help themselves. I just made minor changes in maybe seventy or eighty people. How did that do much to help anyone?" I asked puzzled. 

"You actually made changes to one hundred eighteen people. The changes you made in that small area will help the community for many decades. Each person you helped interacts with many other people. They will have a permanent positive effect on an average of eleven people each. Their positive personality will benefit seven others. By the time that the effect is exhausted, well over seventy-two thousand people's lives have been made better." The artifact explained.

"But, what about the girls last night, I really didn't do anything to help them. That was mostly for me." I continued.

The artifact explained to me as if speaking to a child, "You need to learn to look beyond the obvious; to see with more than your eyes. Let's look at what you've done for those two women." 

"In a year they will graduate from college. In the normal course of events they would have drifted apart. Their relationship choices would have been less positive for themselves and they would both would have been less happy. Their spouses would have been less happy as well. They would have both ended up divorced, with children, unhappy, and not reaching their potential. Both women, their spouses and children would have lived in poverty and misery, passing that along to everyone they interacted with."

"Now, the women are bound together in love and commitment for the rest of their lives. No matter what happens they both have a friend and lover that they can depend on. Their relationships will have a second measure to help prevent them from making a mistake, and no matter what happens they will tell each other the truth about their new loves. You've helped them even more than the four people you changed who would have committed suicide."

"One of those two girls will become a teacher and affect thousands lives. Hundreds of people will owe her for a great deal of their happiness, and she owes you." The artifact concluded.

I thought about that for quite a while and then I finally asked, "Why is it that sex has such an effect on people?"

The artifact took on a playful tone as it told me, "People's mind and body are so much more connected than modern man realizes. Put a sincere smile on your face, leave it there and try to get and stay angry. It's impossible. Either your expression will turn into a grimace, or you will get happy again. In ancient times everyone knew this; but modern man thinks that they can mask their feelings over a long period, acting different from their feelings. Overall, the result has been mental confusion and a lot of extra misery."

While I was digesting this information, the artifact told me, "Think about what I've told you so far, and you can ask me more questions later. It's nearly lunch time and I've prepared a surprise for you."

I smiled as I pulled into the parking lot of a nearby restaurant. I looked at my gas gauge and saw to my amazement that I still had more than three fourths of a tank. I'd been traveling for nearly three hours, and barely used any gas.

As I walked up to the restaurant, I began wondering exactly where I was. It didn't seem like I was still near the coast of California, I couldn't smell the salt in the air, and everything seemed different than it should be. I had figured that I would have to drive at least ten hours and be on the road for at least twelve hours: but I was already in Barstow California. I was at least two hundred fifty miles further than I could possibly be. I have no idea how I got this far. I was wondering how the artifact had made this possible as I entered the restaurant.

I walked into the restaurant, and ended up face to face with the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. She was standing there, staring at me, with an amazed look on her face. She was holding a briefcase, sitting in the waiting area looking for whoever was to join her.

When I looked into her mind, I realized that the reason she was stunned was that she was waiting for me. Until she saw me, she was unsure why she was standing there: but she'd dreamed she would meet me today, and so she brought the attaché that she'd been given and took a bus to this location from Phoenix Arizona. She felt foolish waiting here for me to show up, but couldn't make herself leave.

"Did you have to wait for me very long, Julie?" I asked her.

"Who are you? How do you know me?" She asked puzzled.

"We've been waiting our whole lives to meet each other. I've got the rest of my life to explain everything; but right now, we're both hungry. Let's get a table and I'll buy you something to eat while we talk." I told her.

She looked skeptical so I said to her, "You're hungry and you don't have any money. This is a public place and I don't have any weapons. I know that you'll stay, mostly because your curiosity would kill you if you left."

She had a dazzlingly sexy smile, which she flashed as she grabbed my arm. "You're right, I'm broke, hungry, tired; but I'd die if I didn't stay to find out what was going on."

She carried the attaché case and held my arm as the receptionist took us to our booth. I reached into her mind and began to give her level of sexual excitement a slight tweak. I was surprised at exactly how high it already was.

I could see far enough into the future to see that the next few days were going to be better than any I'd experienced before, and Julie and I were destined to be a team. I was beginning to see with more than just my eyes, like the artifact wanted. I knew the questions that Julie wanted answered, but I'd let her ask them so that she felt like she had some control.

We ordered our meal and drinks and the waitress left us alone. Julie turned to me and was going to ask a question, however, I asked her first, "You brought that briefcase, what's in it?"

Julie looked at me embarrassed and said, "Someone gave it to me about a week and a half ago. Since then I've been having dreams about bringing it here to you. I'd dreamed about you every night since I got this damned case. I never looked inside it since it's locked. I wasn't going to come, but I graduated from college a few weeks ago and still don't have a job, so I decided to see why I kept having these dreams. I'll give you the case if you can prove to me that it's yours."

She put the case on the table, waiting for me to do something to prove that it was mine. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my keys. I looked on my key ring and saw that there was a small key on it that I'd never seen before. It fit the lock in the briefcase and operated the lock. I was set to open the case when I turned to her, smiling and asked, "Is that enough to prove that it's mine?"




The Artifact



She gave me a wide, sexy smile and said, "You're really enjoying this aren't you? Yes, it's yours. Show me what I carried all the way here from Phoenix."

I opened the case wide enough for her to see that it was full of bundles of cash and a quit claim deed to a house in Scottsdale Arizona, with a set of keys. I took a quick look and counted the number of bundles and got an estimate of $85 thousand. She looked at me in wide-eyed fear as I closed the case. "What the hell's going on here?" she said. "How did you make me come here, using my dreams? What are you?"

I reached into her mind and molded in a calm trust in me as I took away her fear and prepared her to hear my story. Our meal came and we began eating as I slowly told her my tale. "My full name is Jonathan Franklin Katz. My nickname, when I was a kid was Jack. When Kennedy was president, a lot of people started calling me JFK. I was in the army and there my nickname was coats."

I could tell that Julie had calmed down a lot when she asked, "Why did they call you Coats?"

She broke out in a hearty laugh when I told her, "Think about it, my first name is Jack and my last name is Katz. Jack Katz my drill instructor started calling me Coats and it stuck."

I continued, "I know it sounds funny, but it could have been much worse. One of the guys in basic, his name was Peter Dixon. His nickname was penis."

Julie was laughing even harder as she slowly inching closer and closer to me while I talked to her, "My dad was in the navy in world war two. He served on PT boats with Kennedy, not on his boat, but in his squadron. I'm his oldest son, so he named me Jonathan Franklin so that I'd have the same initials. It was only natural that I'd be called Jack. Do you feel like you know me better now?"

Her musical laugh gave me a smile as I continued, "I'll tell you what happened to me, but just listen. I know that this story is hard to believe, but you will believe me."

I took a deep breath, trying to decide how to tell her the story without scaring her. Having been in the service, I knew that all war stories are lies. Things are distorted told in a different order than they happened, stupidity and cowardice are left out and actual heroes never tell the full story. I never tell war stories about my own experiences because I know that I'm as human as anyone else. If I hadn't promised Julie, I wouldn't have even told this story, but I was compelled to tell her what happened. The following is what I her.

I simplified the story a lot as I told her, "I was on patrol with my squad when I became separated. I was in enemy territory, surrounded and outnumbered, trying to make my way back to my company. I came across a monastery and I found an artifact. It was a medallion. I put it around my neck and went to sleep. Ever since then I've been able to do some amazing things, but I'm just learning how to use it."

"What kind of things can you do?" she asked, sounding skeptical.

"I can read your mind," I told her, to her disbelieving look.

"Tell me all about myself," she told me.

I closed my eyes and delved deeply into her mind and began speaking, "You are the oldest of three sisters, Keri and Janet. You look the most like your mother, her name is Debbie. You don't like your dad because of his problem with alcohol."

"You graduated from ASU and have been living with a friend, rather than moving back in with your family. You've been looking for a job, but haven't found anything in your field of art history. Your friend is losing patience with your job search and you've been considering taking a job waiting tables so that you can pay rent."

"You broke up with Dave, your boyfriend, six months ago. He wanted to marry you and have you stay home to raise the kids while he supported you, but you found out he was cheating on you. You knew he wasn't right for you anyway. You were with him for two and a half years, and made love frequently; but he never made you cum, not even once. You've wondered if men are even able to make women cum. Other than Dave, you've only been with two other men and none of them have made you cum."

Julie's face was bright red as she said, "Okay, you can read minds, what else can you do?"

I smiled as I told her, "I can answer your question. Give me your hand."

She hesitantly handed me her hand and I held in my hand, palm up. I made her feel everything I did to her palm on her clit, and began stroking her palm lightly. Her eyes widened dramatically as she began breathing erratically. "Oh my god, how are you doing that," Julie said as she began twitching with each stroke.

I doubled the intensity of the sensations and continued as I said, "Doing what?"

Julie bit down on her lip as she struggled to keep from moaning out loud. Her orgasm was so quick, since I'd been intensifying her libido since I first came into contact with her.

"So there's your answer, a man can make you cum." I told her, and then I continued, "But, let me impress you."

I took my thumb and pressed it to her forehead and held it there for five seconds. She began cumming over and over again. She grabbed my arm, held on with both hands and began bouncing against me uncontrollably. I let her continue cumming for about five minutes while I finished my meal.

When I released her, she leaned against me possessively as she struggled to catch her breath. After her breathing returned to normal, she looked at me and said, "Can you do that to anyone?"

I looked at her closely as I said, "As far as I know. I've never run across anyone who was immune yet."

Julie began giggling as she raised her hand and said to me, "Do it to the waitress when I call her over."

I looked at her for a moment and then said, "Unless she really wants to cum, it's like rape. You wanted me to do that to you almost from the time you saw me. If she's open, I'll do it."

Julie looked at me as if seeing me for the first time and finally said in almost a whisper, "You really are a good guy aren't you?"

"Probably not, but if that's what you want, I guess I could try to change; however I really don't expect to succeed." I said.

The waitress came up to us and Julie asked her to refill our coffee cups. I was busy looking into the XXX-rated mind of the single horniest woman I'd ever seen. When she left to get the coffee pot, I began reviewing what I'd found out about her.

The waitress was only nineteen years old. She'd wanted to go to college when she graduated from high school, but she couldn't afford it. She really wanted to be a nurse, but lately the closest she'd gotten was playing doctor with her boyfriend. She'd been saving every penny she made since she began working, trying to get together the last twenty-two hundred she needed to go to college, but she'd given up hope of getting it before school started this semester. While she waited, she was doing her level best to keep from fucking her boyfriend to death, but she was continually, increasingly dissatisfied with her sex life. She looked ditsy and frazzled, but she was incredibly sharp. Before she got back to the table with the coffee pot, I explained all this to Julie and told her what she had to do.

Julie was still basking in the afterglow of her orgasms when Kathy, the waitress, returned with our coffee. Being very personable, when Julie began talking with her, she smiled and responded. After listening to their banter for a couple of moments and reading that she had a few moments I decided that we had plenty of time to have some fun.

I asked Kathy, "Did you know that Julie has a superpower?"

Kathy gave me a grin, looking for the joke, as she asked, "Oh yeah, what superpower does she have?"

I leaned forward and said, as if I was trying to keep it confidential, "She's orgasm girl. She can cum without being touched, and any woman near her begins having multiple orgasms as well."

Julie was trying her best to act shy, but I could tell that she was highly turned on. Kathy didn't believe a word of what I was saying, but was having so much fun being teased that she decided to stay in this back section with us and play along.

"What type of costume does one wear for that type of power," Kathy teased back.

I continued with my conspiratorial tone as I said, "She has it on, under her clothes." My attitude let her know that I meant nude.

"It's eminently practical; she's always ready to exercise her power." I continued.

I saw her skeptical look and said to Julie's smiling face, "She doesn't believe in you baby, you'll have to prove it."

Julie locked eyes with Kathy and sat back, leaning into my arm. I intertwined Kathy's sexual response to Julie's and began to stimulate them both. Within a second, Kathy began moving the coffee pot to set down before she dropped it. Within five seconds Kathy leaned forward, bracing herself with her hands on the table to keep from falling down. Less than fifteen seconds after they started, they were both involved in intense orgasms. The deep scoop front of Kathy's peasant blouse, designed to be part of her revealing uniform, put her shear bra covered breasts on display. The flush of her arousal was featured prominently on her upper chest and cleavage, as she wiggled out her continual peaks. 

I only kept them peaking for four or five minutes, but they both came twelve times. Kathy was staring at Julie in wonder, braced on the table, desperately trying to control her breathing as she gasped out, "That is the best superpower ever."

Julie was giggling wildly as she struggled to regain her normal breathing pattern as well. She eventually replied to Kathy, "It really isn't me; Jack's kind of a hypnotist."

"Oh fuck, I knew you two would be trouble when she put you back here." Kathy said as she picked up the coffee pot and turned to leave. As she was walking out, she turned her head back to us and said, "Don't leave before I get back."

Julie finally looked at me shyly and said quietly, "Oh Jack that was so fucking hot. I would have never guessed you were so kinky. You look like the boy next door, but you have the dirtiest mind ever."

I slowly sipped my coffee as she hurriedly finished her meal. We were about ready to go when Kathy came back. I opened up the briefcase and pulled out $5 thousand to give her a tip. Kathy's mouth dropped open and she started to cry. I stood to hug her and whispered in her ear, "I know that you've worked extremely hard, for a long time to become a nurse. I knew that you were a little more than $2 thousand short of your goal. I wanted to help you achieve your dream."

Kathy pulled herself from my arms and ran out of the room. I let her go, giving her privacy and turned to Julie saying, "You are free to come with me or leave, but you'll never forgive yourself if you don't come."

Julie had a large sexy smile on her face as she said, "I have to go with you just to see if you're as good in bed as you are in a restaurant."

We were both laughing as we walked to the register to pay. We were walking to my car when Kathy ran out to catch us. Gone was her uniform skirt, which she'd replaced with jeans. She still had on her peasant blouse, but she'd removed the name tag. Kathy ran right up to me and hugged me so quickly that her purse that she carried on her arm whipped around and hit me in the side. "I wanted to thank you so much. I almost thought I'd never get enough money together to leave." She said as she started crying again.

Julie reached around her as well and I told her, "It's just money, what's that measured against someone's happiness?"

Julie and Kathy both looked at me and then at each other. "Does he really think that way?" Kathy asked Julie.

"How the hell would I know? I just let him pick me up an hour and a half ago." Julie told her.

"I took off work a little early, let me go with you. I promise you'll both enjoy it." Kathy told us.

By this time, I was unlocking the doors of my car as I said, "We're on our way to Las Vegas. If you want to come with us you're more than welcome."

Kathy looked up at me and asked, "Can we stop by my house so that I can pack a few things?"

"Let's just go, anything you need, I'll buy for you." I told her.

Julie climbed into the back seat with Kathy and they began talking as I went to the trunk to deposit the attaché case.

Within minutes we were back on the freeway, headed to the adult playground. Kathy and Julie were asleep in the back seat, leaning against each other as I drove on in silence. It really was rather interesting when we pulled up to the luxury resort and casino, about one hundred sixty miles from where we started, twenty minutes later.

I was at the front desk checking in to the room with a girl on either arm a few moments later. When I examined the desk clerk, I found that he'd only been out of the service for less than a year. His nightmares were keeping him up and just about ruined his relationship with his wife. I reached in and remolded his mind, relieving his distress. I found where his wife should be and memorized the location. I'd be able to take care of her later.

I got the key and headed toward the elevator when I saw the giant slot machine near the street entrance. I walked over, put in the maximum amount of money and pulled the lever. I think that the sirens and flashing lights were the worst, as I put up with the pictures they took of me beside all five rows of the word jackpot. I filled out all the paperwork and took the cashier's check for $1 million. The girls were waiting for me as I came out of the offices and attached themselves to me. We finally got a chance to go to our room. I still had to fix Lance's wife (The desk clerk), but there would be time for all that later. Right now I planned on proving to both these wonderful women that I was just as good in bed as I was in a restaurant.

As we walked into the room, I got a clear premonition that something very dark and dangerous was headed my way. I had time, but I needed to hone my new abilities so that I would be able protect humanity.

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