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A-Cup Angst

By: sycksycko



Jamie Jacobs was sitting at his computer and putting the finishing touches to his latest mission design. He and his friends spent a lot of time using the game editor to make missions they then exchanged between themselves. This particular mission was going to be a blast and Jamie had but to finish recording the briefing voices, knowing full well that his imitation of Yoda's voice will bring much laughter to his friends. He glanced at his bedside clock, he had ten minutes until the start of his favorite TV show. He took a deep breath and depressed the microphone button.

Jamie found himself coming to from losing his train of thought. He frequently daydreamed. Last two weeks, however, he found himself snapping to from a sort of stupor from which he couldn't remember not only the original distracting thought, but also the entirety of his daydreaming. On top of that, he was tired all the time. 

He yawned and scratched his beard, reminding himself that he needed to shave tomorrow morning, before going to school, and then he remembered he was going to record a funny voice briefing. Jamie glanced at the clock, seeing that the episode he wanted to watch had begun some fifteen minutes ago. He cursed softly, pressed the button to disconnect the microphone, turned off the monitor and desk lamp, and rushed to the den to watch the remainder of the episode.

When Jamie came back to his room, he was a little miffed that he missed out on the resolution of last episode's cliffhanger. All the characters were just there and Jamie hated not knowing how the episode began. He would have to look it up online. His brow furrowed. 

He was alternating between being angry with himself for sitting idly for twenty minutes and being worried that he might have had some sort of seizure which caused him to lose those twenty minutes of his life. He was standing there completely baffled as to why he couldn't remember anything. He pressed his memory and kept coming up with pressing the mic button and then coming to, nothing in between. Jamie let out a mighty groan of frustration and sat down in front of his computer. Then he realized that he turned the mic off before rushing to the den, but after the lost time. Jamie's eyes bugged out when he saw that his hard drive housed a twenty minute audio file, which his sound editor software clearly showed was not twenty minutes of flat line silence.

He connected his earphones and played the file. 

The first sound was that of his room door opening, followed quickly by Jamie's own voice exclaiming, "Helena! What are you doing here!?" Jamie paused the playback and took his earphones off like they were burning him. He jumped out of his seat and went to the window, looking across his parents' backyard at the backyard of Helena Worth's house, just sixty feet away. 

There was a light on in her room, which was upstairs and facing their backyards, just like Jamie's. Jamie peered across the dusky distance and saw that Helena was changing into her bedclothes. Helena had been his neighbor for his whole life and they were originally friendly to each other, despite their parents' big differences in income. When you're a kid, all that matters is that there is another kid your age on the next street over, and thus a friendship is often born.

One summer, before they entered middle school, Helena realized that her family was several income brackets above Jamie's and publicly terminated their friendship with little regard for her playmate's feelings. After they started high school, Helena joined the bitch squad, frequently known as the cheerleaders, and all the interactions the two of them had were those of her mocking him and pointing out his utter lack of fashionable, label clothing before the whole class. Possibly she was so zealous in her mocking of Jamie because she felt some sort of fear that Jamie would tell on the fact that she used to be a little girl that wore overalls and pigtails a la Pippi Longstocking and hung out with him. 

Jamie avoided Helena at all times, except when he was home in the evenings, when he would turn off all the lights in his room and gaze across at the statuesque blonde changing clothes with her lights on and the drapes open. Jamie frequently thought she did that on purpose. She was almost six feet tall and athletic. When she tanned over the summer, her skin stayed noticeably bronzed all the way until Christmas.

She had a narrow face with high cheekbones and the only fault Jamie could find with her was the fact that her breasts were, by and large, nonexistent. Jamie's mouth fell open when he now saw that his favorite inspiration for masturbation was sporting a discernible "rack" right across the yard. He sat on the floor of his room with his back to the window and wondered how that could be. He distinctly remembered masturbating furiously (twice!) to the sight of a topless, flatchested Helena just last week. 

Jamie fought back a rising sense of panic and let out a deep breath he didn't even realize he was holding. He knew breasts didn't grow overnight. Every girl in his school that "grew a rack overnight", did so over a period of months and was only noticed one spring school day when the weather denied any opportunity for concealing clothing, but here, either Helena literally grew overnight, or Jamie was seriously losing his marbles. Considering the fact that he had a recording of a conversation with her in his room, a conversation that he could not remember at all, he was leaning towards the latter explanation. 

He pulled down the shade on his window and returned to his computer, forsaking the opportunity to ogle Helena, and continued the playback.

Helena's voice spoke a few strange syllables then said "Be silent!" and Jamie's voice suddenly cut out mid-question. "Sit back down." commanded the haughty blonde and Jamie could hear the chair creak to confirm that he did. "Get hard and take out your cock." was her next command, followed by the rustling of Jamie's jeans. Jamie looked down at his jeans, seeing no trace of anything untoward that had happened, but feeling a distinct tightness developing in his boxers. "Good. Stroke it. Okay, stop panicking and enjoy this. I still hate it when your eyes go wild like that."

Jamie was utterly stunned. How could this have happened in his room, with his parents just ten feet away, and him having no memory of it at all less than an hour later? How could he be getting hard listening to a recording of apparently being raped by his neighbor? Why did she say "still hate it"? Did this happen more than once? Why did she do this to him? The questions piled on, but Jamie patiently listened to himself masturbating at her direction and climaxing all over her bosom as she directed him to do. 

Afterwards, he couldn't make out the sounds she spat out before she commanded him to clean up, get dressed, count to a hundred slowly, calming himself with each number and then forgetting everything that happened since just before she entered his room.

He replayed the recording several times, gradually coming to terms with a few facts. Helena was a witch that could command him. She used him to apparently make her breasts grow and wiped his memory of it. She was probably doing it for two weeks now. He went to the kitchen and idly chatted with his mother, who always liked Helena. After he turned the chat to the subject of the newly discovered witch, he realized his mother had no memory of Helena being there that night either. 

Jamie retreated to his room, but he did not feel safe anymore, not in his room, not anywhere. He peaked through the shades at the window of her room. There was no light, no activity. He didn't have a lock on his door and began fearing she might come back to do something to him again. Who could he turn to for help without getting locked up and medicated? Even his mother was bewitched, and he feared Helena could do that to anyone, a cop, a doctor, anyone. 

He spent a sleepless night in a state of almost panic, jumping at every sound a house makes in the dark. By the morning, he was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. School was a nightmare. He barely stayed awake during his classes and ditched math to avoid being in the same room with Helena. Later, he regretted that, thinking his absence might be a red flag to her. His head was swimming with scenarios, each more terrible than the last, until he collapsed behind the gym, out of breath with panic. 

As his sight grew dim, and the weight pressed down on his chest, Jamie remembered that Helena's breasts grew, and that he was commanded to cum all over them. His gut told him that the growth was the witch's doing, but what if it wasn't? Why was he even involved? What if it was a matter of him having magical sperm? The thoughts of a porn career, or a super successful and enjoyable breast enlargement clinic brought him back to life. Women could be lining up to give him money and a blowjob and have him cum all over their boobs. The crazy images those thoughts conjured up in his mind broke Jamie's cycle of panic. He took a deep breath, got up and dusted himself off. He strode away from the school with a newfound sense of purpose. He wasn't going to be scared and used by anyone. Not even for breast growth. 

"What ate you up and shat you out, man," asked Cyrus as he was greeted by the sight of a wobbling, unshaven and disheveled Jamie at his doorstep. 

"Don't even ask," mumbled Jamie. 

Cyrus let Jamie in and held him up when he stumbled. "You alright there, J.J.," he asked with genuine concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine," lied Jamie and collapsed onto Cyrus' living room sofa. "Just didn't get enough sleep last night." 

"Ah, yes," said Cyrus sagely, "you must have had an all-nighter of imaginary sex with insert name of porn star here. Note that I didn't specify the gender of your porn star," Cyrus jabbed. Jamie raised his head and growled. Cyrus snorted in reply and fetched a pair of beers from his fridge. He opened them and gave one to Jamie. "Here you go, young master Jacobs," intoned Cyrus with a bad British accent, "something to finish you off." Jamie took a long sip. Cyrus sat down in the armchair opposite the sofa, cleared his throat and said, "Seriously J.J., what the fuck are you doing here on a school day? Princeton accepted you already?" 

Jamie briefly considered confiding in his older friend, but opted against it. He leaned forward in his seat and adopted a conspiratory tone, "I need some help. No questions asked. Have you got something like that crap you see in the movies, where you turn someone's cell phone into a listening device?" Cyrus raised an eyebrow. "Without them knowing about it," added Jamie. Cyrus had a way with computers and electronics, and Jamie always imagined the older boy had ties to organized crime or something. 

Cyrus leaned forward. "What type of cell phone are we talking about," he asked businesslike. Jamie felt blessed relief.

Less than an hour later, Jamie was tipsy and dragging his tired feet home. Cyrus gave him everything he would need to spy on his witch neighbor. In lieu of instructions, Cyrus gave him a hastily typed up document with lots of diagrams, as Jamie was too fatigued and drunk to commit anything to memory. Still, the closer Jamie got to his house, the more hopeful he felt. "Know your enemy," thought Jamie. "And knowing is half the battle," he shouted out loud and belched. He stumbled into his house after a long fumbling with the keys and went straight to bed, thankful for once his parents were both working double shifts that day.

Jamie's rest was undisturbed that night and he woke up in time to peruse the instructions and set up the software on his own cell phone before heading off to school. At school, he sat close to Helena's table during lunch and typed her cell phone number into the program. Ten tense seconds later, the deed was done, the control software transferred. 

He had a spring in his step for the rest of the day. When he got home, he booted up his computer and checked the results of his wiretap. He now had complete access to Helena's phone. He saw she made three phone calls, and sent and received a dozen text messages since lunch, and there was almost a hundred stored messages and several voicemails he could access. He downloaded it all and began perusing them in chronological order. 

There was very little that could be interpreted as incriminating evidence of witchcraft. Jamie rubbed his temples in frustration, it seemed his hopes of not being a helpless witch's puppet were entirely unfounded, when a beep and a blinking icon on his screen alerted him to the fact Helena's phone was ringing. He put his earphones on and clicked the icon just as Helena answered her phone. The voice on the other end was that of Sonya Mitchell, a tall brunette from the cheerleading squad that had the same ideas on "proper behavior" as Helena.

"Ohmahgawd, I can not beeeeeelieeeeve it's working," shrieked Sonya, and Jamie's heart leaped into his throat. This must be it. "Damn, your tits are fine! How big they gonna grow," inquired Sonya. Oh, yes, this was it. 

"I cast the spell to be a C cup, so two more shots and I'm there," giggled Helena. 

"Well," said Sonya, "Sandra and Rose are beside themselves! They can't wait 'till Saturday to get their own shots!" As the girls giggled over the phone, Jamie panicked at the thought of stroking himself in front of four girls. His reverie was broken by Sonya's voice. "So, which one of us goes first," she inquired.

"Well, you'll all come over on Saturday to cast the spell," said Helena "I know he'll be home and in range, 'cause I've spelled his mom to keep tabs on him for me." A sense of dread came over Jamie as he heard those words. "Remember what I said, it doesn't matter who casts her spell first, or in which order you get him to spray you, the girl that has the most inner power will grow fastest. I suspect Sandra will be a D cup in five or six spurts." 

"Yeah, the lucky bitch," drawled Sonya "Anyhoooo, what time on Saturday?" 

"Be here at four, but we won't start 'till six, six thirty. You still got a lotta learnin' to do," said Helena.

"Okay, I'll tell the bitches," said Sonya, and the girls exchanged goodbyes.

If Jamie's head had been spinning before, it was a freaking propeller by now. He was going to be used by an entire coven of witches starting the day after tomorrow, and his mother, that had recently seemed a bit smothering, was an enemy spy, unknowingly working to subjugate her son. Jamie was replaying what he heard in his head, particularly the part about him "being in range", whatever that meant, when he heard Helena's voice sigh over the wiretap, "Time for another spurt from the little freak." 

Jamie panicked and turned to the window. He could just see Helena exiting her room. She was going to come to his house, his room and spell him again. He considered running, but decided against it. Not only did he fear tipping her off to his only advantage, but a big part of him wanted to see her naked. Jamie's mind raced with the estimate of how long would it take Helena to come to the end of her street and walk up his street. "No climbing a fence for little miss Worth," he muttered angrily to himself. 

He quickly decided to stay put and film the whole thing with his web cam. He put it in a hidden spot on the shelf and framed his shot carefully. He wanted to have a nice view of this rack he was helping to make. Then he panicked thinking about the memory wipes. What if she told him to forget anything about her and the spells? He quickly turned on his microphone and dictated for himself a hurried narrative of what had happened and saved the audio file in a system directory. He wrote a note to himself to listen to that file and stuffed it into his wallet compartment where he kept his lunch money hidden. 

He decided to leave the mic open to get a second recording of things and went over his room one more time to make sure there wasn't anything that might tip her off. After that, Jamie sat in the camera frame and tried to clear his mind to be able to act convincingly.

Jamie stretched his tired muscles and looked at the clock. He had nearly fallen asleep waiting for Helena to cross the short distance around one street corner. His whole body was feeling exhausted. Jamie took a look out his window and saw a light coming on in Helena's room. He startled and fell off his chair. 

A thousand questions popped in his head. What time was it when she left home? Was it as dark outside as it was now? Seeing Helena take off her sweater across the way, Jamie felt he had been had yet again. He double checked the time stamp of the phone call he listened to on her phone and saw that it was almost a half an hour ago, not ten minutes. Sure enough, there were two files being recorded on his hard drive, an audio and a video. He stopped them both and rubbed his tired eyes. He was exhausted and he saved everything on his computer and went to sleep.

After Jamie came home from school the next day, he immediately turned on his computer and checked where Helena was. Her phone's GPS coordinates put her at the mall. Jamie loaded the video of his rape last night and broke out the wanking paraphernalia. There he was, sitting in his chair, breathing deeply, when Helena crept silently into the room and uttered those weird words. 

Before tape Jamie could even stammer out a protest, she ordered him to shut up and relax and enjoy himself, right off the bat. On her order, he opened his zipper, and real life Jamie mimicked his actions. Both their cocks were hardening even before Helena took off her sweater to reveal a flimsy white undershirt with long sleeves. Jamie kept mimicking his tape self, wanting to pretend Helena was right there with him. Despite the fact that she was using him in a magic ritual and wiping his mind, both of which probably had unknown, but serious, long term consequences for his health, Jamie still wanted to feel her smooth skin under his fingers. 

Helena was disappointingly uninterested in the sight of Jamie stroking himself and only knelt before him when he indicated that he was close. Helena looked at him expectantly, and when he nodded, she quickly pulled up the hem of her undershirt and Jamie's cum splattered all over her breasts in four mighty spurts. Seeing this on tape, Jamie came all over his desk. 

Helena smeared his cum all over her breasts with two fingers, and the cum seemed to be absorbed into them. She lowered her undershirt and put on her sweater before wiping her fingers with a wet wipe she produced from her jeans' pocket. Jamie caught his breath faster than his tape counterpart and let the recording play itself out before he rewound it to the few seconds her breasts were on display and froze it. They were a sight to see, perky, big and creamy with ruby areolas the size of silver dollars. He was disappointed not to see the nipples erect, but he hoped to rectify that in the future.

As Jamie played the whole video for the second time, he realized he gave Helena the signals that he was about to cum, without her ordering him to do so. Only after checking the sound from the much closer mic did he pick out her quietly whispered orders to do so. It sounded almost as if she was embarrassed by the whole situation. Jamie didn't feel like dwelling on the idea of an embarrassed rapist witch, so he cleaned up everything and spent a few hours making up for the lost schoolwork of the week, even though his mind kept turning towards tomorrow afternoon when the foursome would cast spells on him.

Jamie's Saturday was spent, as usual, at the electronics retail store where he worked the morning shift that, coupled with the employee discount, kept him in video games and equipment. If he didn't work there, he would find himself without cash for clothes, school trips, etc. during the school year. At three thirty, he was home, and wiping his sweaty palms on his pants repeatedly. There was no lack of a sense of panic in the young boy at what was about to happen, but he did his best to keep his cool. At four o'clock, he turned on the microphone on Helena's phone, having Sonya's number ready as backup, and began to listen in. 


A-Cup Angst Ch. 02



The door opened and Rose stepped through it. "Wow," she commented on the room's appearance. Her eyes soon locked onto the king-sized, four-poster bed. "Very nice," she said, mischief in her voice. Sandra followed her into the room and gaped openly at the decor. Rose turned around and looked her companion up and down, obviously admiring the brunette's large breasts and delicate features. She stepped closer to her and tentatively said, "You know, I've heard this room is cursed." When Sandra turned to look at her, Rose continued, "Girls who come into this room aren't allowed to leave it without cumming inside it first." Rose looked expectantly at Sandra. 

Sandra seemed surprised by Rose's little declaration, then she searched Rose's eyes for a moment, looking for any sign of dishonesty. Finally, she smiled a small, shy smile and said, "I've heard that, too."

Rose beamed a radiant smile of relief. Both girls giggled nervously. She stepped into Sandra's personal space and started to gently run her fingers through the brunette's short hair. Sandra closed her eyes and enjoyed the touch. Rose brought the other girls' face down to kiss and stopped just short of making lip contact. Both the girls were breathing heavily in arousal. Rose put one hand over Sandra's big breast and said, "You look so fine."

"Thanks," whispered Sandra, while breathing heavily in arousal. "You look hot, too."

Rose whispered, "Let's try out this bed." Sandra nodded and they sat down on the bed. Sandra took a deep breath, as if to calm her unsteady nerves. Rose leaned in and started to plant little pecks on her cheek. The pecks turned into tongue laving and Sandra let out a throaty giggle of arousal. Rose took her by the chin and pulled her face around for a french kiss. Their tongues plunged in and out of each other's mouths, teasing and tasting everywhere.

Rose's hands slid down and took the straps of Sandra's short, summer dress off her shoulders. The dress slid down and revealed Sandra's large breasts. Rose hummed in approval and bent down to lick and nibble at Sandra's tits. Sandra threw her head back and moaned in delight. After a while of enjoying Rose's deft touch, Sandra pushed her back and stood up to let the dress slip off her completely. As she stepped out of it, Rose laughed at her lack of underwear and said, "Looks like someone had something slutty on her mind even before coming to this room!"

Sandra blushed and looked down in temporary embarrassment. Rose stood to kiss her again and Sandra took the opportunity to pull her halter top over her head and then undo her zipper. Rose stepped out of her skirt and Sandra smirked at her lack of underwear. "Looks like I'm not the only one," she commented. The girls embraced and renewed their deep tongue kiss. After a minute, they lay down on the big bed and Rose started to kiss down Sandra's body to her navel. She licked around it and caused Sandra to arch her back off the bed.

"Get over here," demanded Sandra lustily, "I want to sixty-nine you!" Rose placed her pussy over Sandra's and used her manicured fingers to slide Sandra's engorged pussy lips apart. Rose tossed her long, straight, auburn hair over one shoulder and lowered her head down to lick at Sandra's pussy. At that moment, the cameraman tripped and fell flat on his ass, ruining the shot.

"Cut," bellowed the director. "Goddamnit, Henry! Concentrate!" The chastised cameraman looked sheepish for causing another delay, but the rest of the crew begrudged him not. Rose and Sandra were a rare treat for the otherwise jaded crew of a porno set. They were used to straight girls, with implants and bleached hair, pretend touching one another and poorly faked orgasms. Rose and Sandra were the real deal, a pair of young, eighteen year old lesbians, that went down on one another with zeal and no faking.  

Jamie Jacobs was sitting by the crafts table and smirking at the discomfort his slave witches were causing in the experienced professionals. They had done five scenes already and this was their sixth and last, but it would be their first in the finished movie, chronologically. In each scene, the twosome took the horrid lines and camera oriented choreography and made it work with sheer passion and a bit of acting. Lesbian porn was usually filmed in short order, he was told. Scenes would be shot in one take, with brief breaks before the next scene, for the girls' hair and makeup to be touched up and the lighting optimized. On this set, however, the pause between scenes lasted up to an hour, as the male part of the crew ran to the john in between takes. They stayed there for a conspicuously long time, while the slower guys ran to nearby coffee shops and closets.

Jamie smiled as he took another bite of a delicious sandwich from the craft services table. There was no potty emergency stalling the production of this video. His friend Cyrus leaned over and whispered contritely, "Jamie, I'm so sorry about this. I mean, they're experienced professionals and..."

Jamie cut him off with a wave of his hand. He swallowed his mouthful and said, "It's ok, Cyrus, I don't mind. My gals are hot, it's to be expected." The director came over and apologized about the delay, assuring Jamie that they would wrap things up in under an hour. Jamie took his apology in stride and winked at his girls, who had re-donned their slutty costumes and patiently waited for the scene to be reset.

Less than an hour alter, Jamie was walking off the set, Rose and Sandra hanging on each of his arms, wearing their street clothes. Cyrus followed a step behind them. The entire crew watched them go, hoping they'll see the girls again. Jamie noted the men were jealous of such hot girls being on the arm of an unassuming teenager. He noted the hairstylists, all attractive if older women themselves, were looking at him funny. He shrugged it off. When they came to Rose's car, she handed him the thick envelope containing the girls' fee. Jamie took half the cash and handed it to Cyrus.

Cyrus extended his hand, but then pulled it back, on seeing how much money it was. "No, no, no, no," he said, "My introduction fee is ten percent, Jamie. That's like, half the money."

Sandra took Cyrus' hand in hers and kissed it chastely, before turning it over and putting the wad of cash in it. She folded his fingers over the green and said, "We all owe you a great debt."

Cyrus stared at the cash dumbfounded while Jamie spoke, "Cyrus, man, I owe you far, far, more than you could ever imagine. Seriously, man, you got my marker, like, for ever! That little cash is the least you got comin' to you!"

"All I did was introduce you to the..." objected Cyrus.

Jamie shook his head and looked his friend in the eye, interrupting him, "That spy shit you gave me a month ago? Saved my life. Like, literally." Jamie was deeply grateful to Cyrus for giving him exactly what he needed and never asking a single question. In fact, he was wrestling with the idea of getting his slave witches to fuck Cyrus in gratitude. He had spent the last few days watching Cyrus, who had no business hanging around for the shoot, devouring his girls with his eyes. But the thought of Rose and Sandra being fucked by someone other than him, still gave him pause and pangs of jealously. For the latest time, he decided against pimping his girls out to his friend.

Rose rubbed Cyrus' arm and spoke in her silky voice, "If you hadn't done that, we would never have met."

"I thought you all went to the same high school," inquired Cyrus, mildly suspicious. Jamie felt a pang of worry. He never told Cyrus anything specific about the girls. Once again, he was impressed with not only how many people Cyrus knew, but also how much he could find out at the drop of a hat.

"Yes," replied Rose smoothly, "but we would never have 'met' met, if you know what I mean?"

Cyrus smiled warmly at the trio before him and tucked the cash away in a pocket. He and Jamie shared a smile. "There's gonna be an FPS tournament at the Civic center, next month," he said, "but I suspect you'll be having something better on your mind at the time."

"Are you fucking kidding me," asked Jamie, affecting an insulted tone of voice. "You think I'd leave you in the lurch like that? We're a team, Cy! Of course I'll be there, my own controller and everything! You just watch! And I'll be bringing our cheerleaders to distract the other teams." The girls squealed and kissed Jamie on the cheeks. Cyrus laughed and exchanged goodbyes with the threesome, before turning to his own car.

Jamie and the girls got into Rose's car and she took off towards her house. Jamie had ordered her to charm her own mother to ensure they would have a discreet place to fuck in, and teach Jamie their craft. They were supposed to meet with Sonya, later this evening, and make the final preparations for their "assault on Mount Helena Worth and her Twin Peaks", as Jamie had gotten to calling it.

Sandra looked from the back seat at the big pile of cash and asked, "Are we going to buy you a car, Master?"

"Nah," drawled Jamie in response. "This'd be enough only for a used one. Besides, why would I want a car, when I've already got a hot, redhead chauffer?" He smiled and ran his hand up and down the inside of Rose's thigh. "What would I do with my own ride? Pick up chicks?" The trio laughed. "No, no, this is seed money. You'll see."

Sonya Mitchell was walking up Rose Romano's driveway, noting her car parked in it. She was as excited as every time she was about to see her love and master, but a small part of her hung on to a sense of dread and misgiving. She rang the doorbell and confronted the part of her that didn't want her intellect taken away from her. "It's only fair," she thought to herself. She forced the fear out of her mind, only to have it replaced by hope. Hope that Jamie would not make her come into contact with his cum for another week. In just seven more days, the transformation spell would expire and she would be free from the doom hanging over her. She forced herself to abandon that line of thinking and smiled, just as Rose's mother answered the door.

Upstairs, in Rose's room, she smiled a beaming smile and declared to her master, "I've got it!"

All eyes were on her and Jamie asked her, "What have you got?"

"The way to enslave Helena," she responded happily.

"We're listening," declared Jamie.

"Ok, get this," Sony paused for effect, "She is going to cast a spell to turn Chris Welling into her perfect man!"

Sonya stood there, with a look on her face that screamed pure joy, as the others still stared at her expectantly. "And..." drawled Jamie as a question.

Sonya's confidence slowly deflated. She looked down and stuttered, "And, that might be a, um, uh, a permanent modification spell, uh, and such, and, um..."

"Do you know the exact spell," asked Jamie. Sonya shook her head no at that, and the rest of his questions. "What is her exact intent? Have you obtained a drawing of the spellform? What ingredients will she need? When is she going to cast it? Where? Is Welling already spelled to participate, or is this a sneak thing, like what you did to me? Is there an equivalent exchange involved?"

Sonya felt like a complete idiot. She contritely said, "I only found out yesterday, Master, I've not yet figured out how to find out all of those things."

Jamie sighed heavily. He shook his head as he regarded Sonya with disappointment. At length, he spoke, "I gave you six days of solo flight and this is what you come up with? Sandra and Rose spent the past six days with me, auditioning for a lesbian porno and then shooting it, and they still managed to get more info than you, who had no other task on your docket! The two of them got me all that info, that I just asked you about, all in the last six days. This was your final test, Mitchell, and you failed. Having a brain and sorcerous power is wasted on you. Get naked! You're repaying me for the life force you stole from me!"

Sonya stripped quickly and felt a blessed relief. No more fear and hope to cause a turmoil in her mind, as soon as Jamie came in her a few times, she would be his perfect slave, without any worries. She thought it fair and fitting, and found herself growing more and more aroused as Jacobs stripped before her hungry eyes.

Jamie stripped naked and concentrated. He was getting great results with a spell that made him recover his erection in under a minute, and replenish his balls at the same time. He pictured the spellform in his mind and invested it with his power. He gestured to Sandra and Rose and they applied an ointment on Sonya's genitals to make her last longer without pain or dryness. "She's already wet," exclaimed Sandra.

Jamie seized Sonya and threw her on Rose's bed, before looming over her on all fours. He signaled to Rose and the girl aimed him steady into Sonya's pussy. He slid in easily and enjoyed the tight fit. The fucking was perfunctory at first, merely a way of depositing his seed and life force into Sonya, in order to obtain the desired result. Each time he came, he was exhausted, but whenever Sonya came, he was imbued with more sorcery, and more life force, than he had at the start. 

Sonya started to change as well. With each of their orgasms, she was feeling sexier. She was also acting sexier. Every time he came in her, she felt a big chunk of her worries disappear, never to be heard of again. Pure sex and joy filled up the gaps. With each squirt of semen, there was less thinking in her head and more feeling. Doubts were replaced by actions and worries gave way to contentment. Her pelvis gyrated wildly and her pussy contracted eagerly around Jamie's shaft. When Jamie rolled off her and lay next to her, the only things in her mind were the joy of sex and the Orders. Everything else was so pitiful in comparison, she found she couldn't concentrate on it, even if she had miraculously wanted to. The only people in the house were those who already knew and kept Jamie's secrets, so she felt free to enjoy herself. Her fingers found her overly sensitive pussy and kept her on the brink of orgasm.

By the time the spell was completed, despite all the fucking, Jamie was feeling more powerful than ever. Sonya was lying next to him and masturbating gently. Rose and Sandra looked at the girl in awe. Jamie sat up and regarded Sonya with a new appreciation. "Get up," he ordered her, "and stand before the mirror."

An Order penetrated through the lusty fog of Sonya's mind and, unlike every other thought in there, it did not fly away on lusty wings. It stuck around and resonated with single-minded clarity. Sonya got up and stood before the mirror, still enjoying the sexual capacity of her body in this private sanctum.

Jamie gaped at the hot piece of ass before him. While Sonya was a very attractive teenager before the spell, she became a supermodel after it. Jamie gestured for her to turn and twirl. As she showed him every aspect of her new physique, Jamie couldn't stop admiring it. She was already tall, but her long legs were now even more shapely than they were before. Atop them sat a perfect ass. There was no other way of putting it, it was perfect and the mere sight of it brought Jamie back to full mast, without sorcery. Her waist was now indented, with a flat, but smooth tummy. Together with her perfect ass and D cup tits, it gave her an absolutely perfect, yet bountiful, hourglass shape. Her face was the same as usual, except her smiling eyes now contained a predatory glare of pure, undiluted lust.

Jamie gaped at the masturbating vision of sex that twirled before him. At last, he found his voice, "Sandra, Rose, finish the preparations for Helena's ritual, ok? Then get some sleep. Sandra, you go home to bed." The two girls nodded and left the room to set about their assigned tasks. Jamie patted his naked lap and called to the former witch. "Sonya, time to fuck! Come here, girl!"

Sonya leaped at Jamie and his cock. The rest of the night passed in wild and unabashed rutting, enabled by Jamie's sorcery and the salve. Sonya was winning Jamie completely over, with her utter lack of inhibitions and a voracious sexual appetite. Long before dawn broke over their little scene, they were both passed out from all the fucking and pleasure.

Jamie was woken by his cock receiving worship. He opened his eyes and looked down to see Sonya kneeling between his wide spread thighs and swallowing his erection, repeatedly alternating between subjecting his most sensitive flesh to the fast flickering of her wild tongue, or the smothering contractions of her heaving throat. Her hands were gently cuddling his balls, from the base of his shaft all the way back to his perineum. Jamie could do nothing but endure the assault on his cock. Sonya eagerly, hungrily, drove him to greater heights of pleasure and Jamie finally came in her mouth, his whole body convulsing and making his mind go blank with orgasmic delight. Sonya kept on worshipping his softening manhood with featherlight, wet touches of her entire mouth and he finally had enough. "Stop," he ordered with a hoarse voice.

Sonya obeyed instantly. She let go of him and sat back on her haunches. She started to tease and stroke her breasts, while staring at him hungrily. Jamie shook his head. "I've created a monster," he complained, good-naturedly. He closed his eyes and rubbed the sleep out of them. "Alright, Sonya, no more thinking about sex for the rest of the day." As Jamie opened his eyes and looked to the girl kneeling between his legs, he did a double take and inhaled some spit. He scurried away from her and stared in horror at the blank face of Sonya Mitchell. Her features were all still there, all still beautiful, but there was no expression in them. Her green eyes were lifeless and unfocused. She looked like a corpse still kneeling and breathing, and Jamie's heart nearly stopped in shock as he coughed. Her face looked like the person behind it was gone. Like someone had flipped the switch and deleted the personality behind it. And he was that someone.

Jamie rolled into a ball and nearly threw up. The horrible realization of what he had done to Sonya, and the other two girls, hit him like a sledgehammer to the gut. He heaved deep, panicky breaths and rocked on the balls of his feet. He turned to look again at Sonya and yelled, "What are you doing!?" Sonya gave absolutely no response. "Tell me what you are doing," he said, in desperation.

Sonya's voice spoke without inflection, "I'm kneeling on the bed and following Your Orders." Her beautiful face remained marred by its utter lack of expression. 

Rose ran into the room, naked and sporting bed hair. She cast her eyes about as she ran to Jamie and asked, "Master, what's wrong? I heard you yelling!"

Jamie nearly wept with relief to see Rose was alright. Well, at least as all right as someone who was spelled to protect, obey and love him, could be. Without looking away from Rose's worried eyes, he barked out an order, "Sonya, I order you to, from now on, act like the Sonya Mitchell you were yesterday."

"Yes, Master," responded Sonya with a smile. Both the girls scooted in close to their master at the head of the bed. Their faces were screwed up in expressions of concern as they tenderly, lovingly touched the sides of Jamie's face. Jamie couldn't take their touches, so he bolted out of bed and gathered his clothes to dress in a hurry. Guilt and remorse threatened to drown him. He had done wrong. He shut his eyes and took a deep breath. Despite being plagued by guilt, he had to set his misdeeds aside for the time being. There was still a witch on the loose and taking her powers away from her, did nothing to interfere with his newfound desire to right his wrongs.

"Rose," he said, "you go to school, the day after tomorrow, and do with Welling as we discussed earlier, ok?" Rose nodded in the affirmative. "Sonya, I order you to keep your status as my slave a secret." Sonya nodded vigorously. Jamie got fully dressed under the girls' watchful eyes. He stood up and looked at Sonya. He wondered if he could let her go on her own and trust her to not reveal what he had done, before he could come up with a way to undo his wrongs. "Sonya," he asked and then floundered for words. "Why did you act so sexual last night?"




A-Cup Angst Ch. 02



"It was all I knew how to do, Master," she replied.

"But, I ordered you to never act suspiciously, and last night was very suspicious behavior," he inquired.

"No, Master," she corrected him, "you ordered us all to never act suspiciously in public, or where we might be under surveillance. Rose's house is spelled against magical surveillance and you taught her mom to check for mundane wiretaps, whenever we're coming here. We can act how ever we want in here and no one will ever know." Rose nodded along with Sonya's explanation.

Jamie grunted. All she said was true. He thought for a moment and then pointed out the window and asked, "So, out there, you won't be the sex beast you were last night?"

Sonya shook her head no, and said, "That would be a violation of your orders. I can feel as sexy as I want, but I mustn't show it in any way. And today, I'm not to think of any sex at all."

He rescinded his order to Sonya to not think of sex for the rest of the day, and the sex beast returned. He ordered her to demonstrate how she would act out of their safe house. The blatant hunger in her come hither eyes abated, somewhat. Her movements reclaimed a bit of efficiency, and her body no longer sang out a sultry tune of seduction with each motion. He nodded to himself and approved. There was no way to deny the sexuality of her new, perfect body, but she didn't act like a demented sex fiend, so it would not likely lead to her being found out as a slave.

Jamie took his leave of the girls and walked home. It was brunch time on Saturday and he had to keep his inner monologue a secret from the people sitting on the patios of various eateries and cafes he passed in his walk. For the rest of the day, he was wracked with guilt over having done such a terrible thing to the girls. On Sunday, he woke up feeling bad, and then sulked through the Jacobs' family time, enduring much harsh criticism from his parents. The unfairness knocked him out of his misery. Despite his foul mood, he was still much more charming and polite than his younger sister ever was, even on her best of days, and here he was, catching more flak than she ever did. He did his level best to keep calm. He resisted the urge to use his power on his family. He was still a novice, and no good could come of it. By the time evening came, the kids were dismissed and he went to his room. He looked at the opulent Worth mansion, just sixty feet away from his window and narrowed his eyes. Guilt and self recriminations could wait. There was one more witch to be dealt with. The one that started this whole mess. Jamie lowered the shade on his window and grinned. This time tomorrow, he might just end up with Helena Worth in his power, and there would be no more obstacles to whatever he chose to do. For better or for worse.

On Monday, Rose skipped her last class of the day and snuck into the boys' locker room. Chris Welling was there, all alone, and warming up his plentiful muscles. Rose took a moment to admire his beef cake physique, but then hurried along to do her master's bidding before the rest of the team got there. "Hey, Chris," she called out to him.

The sandy-haired young man stopped his warm up routine, his face adopting its perennial expression of confusion, and looked Rose over. "This is the guys' locker room," he said.

"Yeah, I know," responded Rose, "but I just had to come and talk to you." She admired again the young man's square jaw and hawkish brow. These were the kind of features that made panties wet. If only they weren't screwed up into such an expression of incomprehension.

Chris looked at her for a few more moments and then said, "This is the guys' locker room. You can't be here."

Rose suppressed an eye roll and said, "I won't tell if you won't."

"Tell who," asked the muscle bound blonde.

"Listen," said Rose, standing right in front of him, "I want to talk to you about Helena."

Chris' stupid expression didn't change one little bit. "You can't be in here," he insisted.

Rose quelled her irritation with Chris' thickness, with the willpower one could only get by being an obedient slave, and made insistent eye contact with him. "Look into my eyes and listen, Chris," she said, ensnaring his limited awareness with her powers. As the man stared at her blankly, she took a deep breath and summoned all her abilities. She had to tread very, very lightly, lest she disturb Helena's orders already taking up room in this Neanderthal's itty, bitty brain. "You want Helena, don't you?"

"Yes," he responded, vacantly.

"You want her for yourself," said Rose. 

Chris' brow twitched and drew down slightly. "Who else would I want her for," he asked in genuine confusion.

Rose bit back her swear words and continued in her suggestive tone, "When Helena asks you if you are hers, don't say yes right away. Say yes only at the last possible chance, right before she gives you the last of her."

Chris stood there, blankly staring back at Rose's eyes, for a minute or so, before finally asking, "Why would I say I was hers?"

"Because," clarified Rose, "if you say you are hers the last time she asks you, she'll become yours."

After a few more moments, Chris spoke up, "But, if I say that I'm hers..."

"Chris," interrupted Rose, "when Helena is giving you the most precious part of her, answer yes, only when she has given you all of it. If you answer yes after she has given you all of her, she will be yours."

Chris stared dumbly into Rose's eyes before saying, "She already gave me her precious part. I already got it."

Rose ignored the fact Chris apparently thought he was Helena's first and kept at it. She trickled some more of her power into the mouthbreather's head and said, "Helena has something else to give you Chris, she'll give it to you tonight. If you say you're hers only after she has given it all to you, than she will be all yours. If you say you're hers as soon as she asks, she will not be yours and you won't get it all." Chris' face maintained its perplexed expression in silence. "If you play hard to get, you'll get all of her precious gift." Rose did her level best to get that concept to stick in the blonde's head. 

After some time, Chris' face changed its expression into the second of its three possibilities. He adopted his self satisfied smirk. "Alright," he said, "I've got to play hard to get, when she asks me. I got it. Thanks!"

"You're welcome, Chris," said Rose with relief. "You'll know when the last time comes, because you'll feel it, trust me." Chris stared into her eyes and blankly accepted her suggestion. "Tell no one I was here, or that I gave you this advice. Don't tell Helena we talked about this, she'll get jealous and then you won't get her special gift." Chris nodded and Rose felt her suggestions take tentative hold in his mind. She left the locker room, just as the rest of the team started to arrive. The suggestions were so weak, they could wear off in his feeble mind, but if Rose made them any stronger, Helena would likely feel them the next time she planted some of her own. Rose let out a huff of frustration at the unexpected difficulty of the task and left the school grounds.

Just after sunset, Rose and Sandra found themselves sitting on Jamie's bed and listening to Jamie's real time wiretap of Helena's phone. The twosome was done with their strutting all over the popular hangouts in town and Chris was driving them to Helena's house. Jamie was pacing the floor of his room and muttering to himself. Sonya had been there with them, but she distracted Jamie with her sexiness and was a vivid reminder of what he did, so he had sent her home. His guilt was still riding him hard and, now that the very iffy plan was coming to its do or die point, Jamie wasn't so sure of himself anymore. His thoughts strayed to how things would be if he just went over to Helena's early and confessed everything and let her take over, wipe his mind, whatever. He could live a happy existence as her boy toy, or whatever. On the other hand, he seriously wanted the blonde to suffer for everything she did to him. He turned to his two beautiful slaves and shook his head, as if to clear it. "Is this going to work," he asked, pleadingly.

"Yes, Master," soothed the girls, with one voice, "of course it will."

Jamie shook his head and said to Rose, "I still don't see why you can't just charm Helena into casting the spell that enslaved the two of you."

"Master," replied Rose, with love and respect displacing any would-be annoyance from her voice, "the presence of any kind of charm magic in a witch's mind is undone by her own power. I doubt that there's a witch in the world that I could charm for a long enough time to cast that spell. And, even if I could, no one can cast such a spell while there's a charm or compulsion in their head. It's impossible! It's the equivalent of driving a lap on a wet race track with the emergency brake on. You can't even get started!"

"But Sonya and the two of you cast it while you were my slaves," countered Jamie, half-heartedly. They had this discussion a dozen times already in the last three weeks.

"We cast the spell, Master," said Sandra patiently, "but we were not under compulsion or a charm to do so." She stood up and knelt before Jamie. "We were under the effects of no mental magic at the time." She took his hands into her own and kissed them. "By casting the original spells and naming you in them, we accepted all the changes to our bodies that the spell brought. As our bosoms grew and the universe rewrote our very DNA, our brains rewrote our minds to grow fonder of you. There is no magic compelling us from day to day. We freely choose to obey and love you. Forever."

Jamie looked long into the bright, blue eyes that looked up at him in adoration. He knew the girls were telling him the truth of the matter, he had ordered them to, each and every time the subject came up. The nuances of witchcraft still eluded his understanding. He took his hand out of hers and stroked her short hair, mussing up her curls, somewhat. Sandra giggled and he pulled her face up by the chin to give her a tender kiss. "I love you, Master," she whispered into his lips. Rose sat closer to him and hugged him. Jamie patted his bed and Sandra sat on his opposite side, also hugging him.

"Alright, girls," he said, "let's listen in and wait for our cue."

Helena led Chris to her bedroom and had him sit down at her dresser. She looked deep into his eyes, projected her power into his head, and said, "You are going to watch me strip and you're going to get hard. After I crook my finger at you, you're going to come to me, on my bed, and you're going to fuck me very, very forcefully until you answer yes to my question. Understand?"

Chris stared blankly back at her for a few moments, before nodding yes. Helena rolled her eyes and stepped towards her bed. Chris was slow on the uptake, even when accepting magical instructions. It mattered not. He was super handsome, and a beefcake, with a huge dick. After she enslaved him, he would be more than eager to develop an intellect worthy of her lover.  She climbed up on her bed and used her magic to activate her stereo. This was a big night for her and everything had to be perfect. The low, sultry saxophone music led her through her slow, sensual striptease, that was equally there to titillate Chris as it was to get her in the mood. The spell she was going to cast would also enhance the sexual sensations for her and she intended to make the best of it. Her fingertips grazed lightly over every inch of her smooth skin she exposed to Chris, stoking her lust. Soon, she was gyrating her hips lewdly, while rolling her panties down her thighs.

Chris got up and shucked his clothes in short order. Helena tossed her panties at him and giggled when they landed on his hard, fat cock and hung there. He took them off his cock and sniffed them, before smirking his self-satisfied smirk at her. Helena rolled her eyes and waggled her fingers at him, invitingly. He jumped on her and flattened her into the soft mattress. Helena gasped for breath as he kissed her neck and pawed her breasts. When he got up on one elbow to let his hand have free reign of her nethers, she drew a deep breath and began to softly chant the spell. He ignored her chanting and lined up his long, hard shaft with her pussy. When he thrust into her, she stopped chanting, for but a moment, before resuming her chant, only now it was sobbed out with each thrust of Chris' hard cock. His thick meat was again spreading her pussy to the point of rupturing and making every nerve she had sing out in joy that bordered on pain.

The spellform was already inscribed under her bed, with all the proper materials, and, now that she had started to chant, all she needed to activate the spell was to orgasm at Chris' doing. Once she came, a part of her power would transfer to Chris and her voice would be free to ask him one question. She had chosen the question of "are you mine" that she had already inscribed into the circle under her bed. After Chris answers "yes", the magical power she gave unto him would transform his mind into that of her loving protector, and it would also make him immune to any and all charm magic, thus making him her ideal companion and confidante. It was a permanent loss of a fraction of her power, but she saw it as a small price to pay. As Chris plugged away, she chanted on. The friction in her wet pussy was winding her up like a toy. Her whole body was tensing up and arching off the bed with each thrust of his cock. He changed position and lay squarely on top of her, pinning her to the bed.

His cock was now sawing under her clit and across her g-spot and all her thrashing limbs were pinned by his mass. Her belly took over for her limbs. She felt like all her internal organs were engaged in sex with one another and they were getting closer to orgasm, just like their mistress. She used all her concentration to keep chanting the spell. Her whole body was on fire. She was in sweet agony from head to toe, yet she wanted nothing more than to keep chanting and cum. Every muscle in her body began to tighten up in time with his thrusts. Every single tissue that made up her physical body began vibrating in time with her hoarse chant. The pressure inside her was so great that she began to dread the orgasm's impending arrival. Finally, her body could contain it no more. A dam deep inside of her broke.

Helena's body shook from head to toe in an orgasm that rendered her blind with pleasure. She felt like her very soul was welling up from deep within her and gushing out of her cunt in high pressure squirts that were being slurped up by his hard cock, draining her dry with each pump. With each contracting squirt of her womb, Helena felt more and more of her power and life slip away from her, only to be replaced by hot pinpricks of pure ecstasy. They roared through her like a sandstorm, each whirling grain of sand an orgasm, all by itself. The only thought she could muster was that she had died and been reincarnated as an orgasm to be forever shared by lovers all over the world. Time and space lost all meaning to her as the orgasms welled up through her skin to fly off into the universe and become stars, seen only on the backs of her eyelids.

Finally, she rejoined her exhausted body and looked him in the eyes. "Are you mine," she croaked.

Chris didn't pause his thrusts as he said, "No."

Helena's mouth resumed chanting the spell, even as her pleasure addled brain strained to comprehend the concept of a hitch in the plan. It took a few moments for the fog of lust to clear from her mind and enable her to understand what he had said. Panic started to struggle with the post orgasmic haze in her mind. He had said no and kept on thrusting into her pussy. Helena realized, with dread, that something had gone wrong. She needed to do something, but she could not figure out what. Her limbs were all but useless, having converted all the energy their muscles contained into burning, liquid joy. She doubted she could muster the strength to even pinch him. With willpower born of panic, she forced her intellect to function despite the unbridled ecstasy welling up within her yet again.

The spell was born with her orgasm and was now a thing alive and wild. It held her sorcery in escrow to be transferred to Chris with each of her orgasms, until he answered yes to her question of "are you mine". And her voice was now also taken from her, by the spell, to perpetuate itself. Her mouth chanted on, against her will. She shut her eyes as her body shuddered feebly through another orgasm that rent her mind and soul into a thousand pieces. Again she felt like she was dying, her soul slipping out of her cunt to create a vacuum inside her that would pull in all the ecstasy in the universe, and resurrect her in pure pleasure. "Are you mine," she asked, bidden so by the spell, after more of her power was drained into Chris.

"No," responded the humping beefcake.

The answer prompted another bout of rational thought in the back of Helena's exhausted mind. She analyzed her predicament and realized she was in no real danger, except maybe literally dying of pleasure. If Chris kept answering no to her question, than, after he answered no to the last question, the spell would return all of her power to her and everything would be like it was before, except that the two of them would be very thoroughly fucked out. If he answered yes after any one of her impending orgasms, he would instantly become her ideal lover and protector and the spell would be finished. Later, she could get him to cast the bodily modification spell, that she had cast to make her breasts grow, and get him to ask for a greater intellect in exchange for returning her power to her. All would be well and Helena giggled tiredly, out loud, at the thought of literally fucking her man smarter. She also decided that she would cast this very spell with Chris, every now and then, in a purely recreational capacity.

With her mind calmed and dissuaded of any danger, she orgasmed again and again. Each and every time her voice stopped chanting to ask Chris, "Are you mine?"

He answered, "No," each time and Helena's ordeal continued. Finally, when the very last bit of Helena's sorcerous power drained into him, he answered, "Yes." Helena gave a goofy little grin and passed out, thoroughly exhausted, physically, emotionally and spiritually.

Chris wanted to cum into Helena very, very badly. He had fucked her for almost an hour now and he had not cum. His cock was rock hard and his balls felt swollen to the point of pain. Still, he could not cum in her now that she had passed out. Cumming on her, he also discounted. He pulled out of his sleeping loved one and gently rolled her on her side to pull the sheets out from under her. He arranged her in a comfortable sleeping position and covered her up. He went to the kitchen and brought up a glass of water and set it down on the nightstand in case she was thirsty when she woke up. He started looking around her room to see if there was anything else he could do for her, when he heard the front door open and close. He looked to Helena's face, gently snoring on her pillow. Didn't she lock it after they came in?

"Chris Welling," called a voice from downstairs. "Come out, come out, wherever you are!"

Chris strained to recognize the taunting, sing-song voice downstairs. He felt stronger than ever before in his life, and there was no way some idiot was going to disturb his loved one's sleep. He rushed out of the room and bounded down the stairs. He was going to bash someone's head open. "Just not in Helena's house," he thought to himself. "I'll choke hold them, drag them out and then bash their head open."

"Come out and face me, you fucktard idiot rapist queef," called the voice. Chris thought he had heard it before, somewhere, but he just couldn't place it. When he turned the corner in the living room, he saw that Jacob nerd that lived near Helena's house. His face adopted his gleeful asskicking expression and he charged at the little loser with a roar.




A-Cup Angst Ch. 02



Jamie smirked at Chris charging at him and calmly lifted his hand before his face. In the three weeks that his girls were teaching him witchcraft, he had managed to master two spells, mainly by bull-headed tenacity. The first was for sexual endurance and the second a simple telekinetic weave. His fingers were twisted up in a facsimile of the spellform in his mind's eye and he let his power flow through his hand and the spellform at the same time. He yanked his hand to the side and Chris was suddenly buffeted by an unseen force and slammed into the wall. He yelped, for but a moment, before he regrouped and jumped up at Jamie. Jamie pushed his hand away from himself and Chris flew back, sliding along the wall and knocking down a whole bunch of pictures from it. Jamie laughed out loud at the jock's useless attempts to get within striking distance of him. Soon, however, Chris began to pick stuff up and try to throw at him. Jamie pointed his hands at the flying lamps and ottomans and made them stop in midair, before settling down with soft thumps.

Catching the flying furniture was preying on his concentration, so Jamie retreated into the hallway. He had to draw Chris away from Helena, anyhow. Chris followed him, brandishing a coat rack stand and Jamie extended his hand towards him, before yanking it sharply back. The long, heavy piece of wood flew out of Chris' hands and into Jamie's. He smirked like he was Saruman of Many Colors, stomping the ever-loving shit out of Gandalf the Grey. Chris displayed his customary lack of appreciation for "The Lord of the Rings" by charging at him again. Jamie spied Rose creeping up the stairs, out of the corner of his eye, and quickly drew the fight into a spare room, off the main corridor. He tossed Chris on the bed and pinned him down to it, channeling the spell with one arm. With his other, he lifted the staff and started to bring it down across Chris' legs. He reminded himself that he needed Chris to still be functional after this little melee. "Not so tough now, are you," snarled Jamie.

Chris, impotent to kick this loser intruder's ass and protect his Helena, resorted to a long string of profanities and threats as he tried to grab the heavy stick that was raining moderate strength blows down on him. Jamie laughed an evil laugh and continued to beat the prone jock. He was truly enjoying himself, avenging years of abuse he and his friends endured at the hands of this jock and his posse. He raised the staff up high and brought it down hard across the jock's stomach. "That's for Nathan, you sick fuck," he cried. 

Chris just kept on cursing and threatening in response. Jamie was beginning to feel very tired. His strength was leaving him. "He's in fucking jail, because of you," bellowed an enraged Jamie as he reversed his grip on the staff and swung it overhead with all of his might. He connected with Chris' forearm, making the fathead yelp in agony. "That's for raping his baby sister!" Jamie rained three more heavy blows across his upper legs. He was out of breath with effort and righteous wrath and his grip on his spell was slipping. If Rose didn't hurry up, he might actually get hurt here. He withdrew from the bed, just as his spell was fading and Chris managed to roll out of it. He immediately charged at Jamie again and Jamie swung the staff with both of his hands in a wide, downward arc. With mental clarity born of fright, he summoned back his spell and made Chris stop mid charge. The heavy staff swept under Chris' arm, that was trying to deflect it, and connected solidly with his outer thigh, just above the knee. Chris went down like a sack of potatoes.

Jamie stepped away from him as he stood up snarling and massaging his thigh. He was holding one arm close to his chest, but his eyes told that no injury would stop him from snapping Jamie in half. Jamie pinned him to the wall again. Sandra was outside, chanting a spell that would prevent Chris from subconsciously using his newly acquired powers to detect the charms in Helena's head, but she would be in the room in seconds, if Jamie called out to her. Jamie brandished his weapon and resolved to smash the hated jock's head in, if necessary. At that moment, a small orb of witchlight darted into the room and danced in front of Jamie's eyes. It was his cue and he lowered himself on the floor to play possum. "Stop," Helena ordered Chris, sternly. Jamie watched through slitted eyes as the jock obeyed. Helena entered the room, followed by Rose.

"He attacked me," said Chris.

"Never mind that, Chris," said Helena and yawned. "Rose put him to sleep and he won't disturb us anymore. I need you to cast this spell that Rose will show you now."

"I can't cast spells," countered Chris. "This isn't one of those lame games dorks play."

Helena patiently explained to him that he possessed her former magic and that he needed to cast a spell in order to give it to Rose. Chris, despite the sorcery coursing through his very being, insisted it was all malarkey until Rose began levitating the furniture. Only then did he connect the dots and realize Jamie was a witch too. Jamie was having a tough time pretending to be asleep on the floor. What could he have thought was sending him flying around like that? The guy was dumber than a bowl of soup. Much dumber. The spell Helena had cast made him eager to be her perfect man. It did nothing to actually equip him with the tools to do the job. Sandra chanting up magical static in the yard was completely unnecessary.

When Helena explained the bodily transformation spell to Chris and told him that he needed to ask for a dick that was half its size, as it was currently painful for Helena, Jamie grinned and took a peek. "This should be good," he thought. Much to his disappointment, Chris readily agreed to the demand. The only shred of intelligence he displayed was when he asked why he couldn't fuck Helena to return her power to her. Helena insisted she wanted none of it and that Rose had to have it. Chris shrugged and chanted away. After he asked for a dick half the size he already had, he chanted the chant during which the price was to be stated.

"I, Rose Romano," said Rose, formally, "do hereby name as your price, Chris Welling, all your sorcerous power and the ability to concentrate on things that are not in service to another."

After Chris finished with the chants, he turned to Helena and asked, "Are you okay with this price she named?"

Helena smiled a serene smile. "Yes, Chris," she said. "You're gonna be spending the rest of your life in service to me, anyway. Right?" Chris smiled in response. Jamie was thrilled that all the guesswork he and Sandra and Rose put together turned out to be true. Their plan had gone off without a hitch. There was just this one last part that was making him queasy.

Rose lay back on the bed and pulled down her panties, before applying the magical salve to her snatch. Chris looked long at Helena. "Do you really want this," he asked her.

"Yes, Chris," she insisted.

Chris nodded and mounted Rose on the bed. As Chris started to fuck his slave witch, Jamie could take no more. He got up and left the room, quiet and unnoticed. He walked up and down the hall, wondering if he could keep his rage from taking him completely over. He went back to the living room and forced himself to put the pictures back up on the wall with shaking fingers. The whole situation was making his blood boil. He replaced all the thrown furniture, but could not reconstitute his former calm.

Chris Welling and two of his friends had raped Nathan's baby sister Liv. She was only fourteen at the time. They took pictures of themselves doing it and taunted her with them afterwards. The poor, little girl attempted suicide. Nathan and his family tried to seek justice, but Chris' uncle was the local judge and one of his colleagues ruled all of the cops' feeble, but fruitful, attempts at investigating illegal. The Wellings even managed to turn most of the town against Nathan's family. They shamelessly spread the story that they were lying in order to milk money out of them. Nathan tried to keep his cool, but Welling and his fellow rapists accosted him one day and taunted him with the photos. When Nathan managed to keep his cool and tried to leave, they attacked him with knives and pipes. Nathan put them in the hospital and got sentenced to ten years for aggravated assault. He had dared injure the town's beloved high school quarterback and that was not tolerated in the least. 

Jamie had been friends with Nathan and had seriously considered obtaining a high-powered rifle at the time. Now he was allowing Chris Welling to fuck his girl. He tried to remind himself that she wasn't really "his girl" and that he was going to cut her loose in the near future, but it hardly seemed to put a dent in his growing anger. As far as Jamie was concerned, the entire Welling clan, starting with Chris, needed to be spayed and neutered with hot irons. He punched the walls to keep his rage from getting the better of him. He kept reminding himself all the cards were falling into his hands.

In the room, Chris came for the final time and rolled off Rose, who was brimming with fresh power. She sent another orb of witchlight outside to Sandra to let her know her chanting was definitely no longer required. Chris Welling was no longer a witch, but a normal mortal, except that he was forever in love with Helena and immune to any and all charm magic. Sandra entered the house and collected Jamie from the living room. They walked into the spare room and Chris immediately jumped up.

"Stop," ordered Helena. Jamie grinned and glared at Chris. He handed Helena a piece of paper and she read it aloud. The time of vengeance was finally arriving. "You are not worthy of being my lover and protector." Helena's words made Chris flinch like he was struck. "You will go to the police and you will confess to raping Liv Rosenberg. You will get a lawyer to get the trial moved out of your uncle's reach and you will get the photos you took to be admitted and used against all three of you to get you convicted of statutory rape. You will also confess to attacking Nathan and pay a lawyer to get his verdict amended to self defense and get him released. You will serve out any sentence you are given to its fullest. No applying for early release."

Chris calmed down and asked, "Are you sure?"

Helena looked to Rose. Rose nodded. "Yes," read Helena from the paper. "I don't want you near me while there's unatoned sin all over you." Chris nodded and left the house in a hurry.

Jamie watched him go and whooped in joy. "He is so going to be the number one hooker in jail," cackled Jamie. He turned to Sandra and told her, "Remind me to spread the word in whatever jail he ends up in, that he likes to suck cock, one just has to ask him politely." Then he turned around and spotted Rose, still lying on the bed. Her crotch was glistening. White goo was oozing out of it. He looked away and asked, "Did you charm Helena to obey me?"

"Yes, Master," replied Rose.

"Good," nodded Jamie. "Sandra, take Rose to the nearest bathroom and give her a very thorough douche." As the girls left the room, he added, "Actually, wash all of her. Very hard. Scrub the last trace of Chris Welling from her." Jamie walked a circle around the statuesque blonde that started this whole mess for him. "Lose the robe," he said. Once she was completely naked, he drank in the sight of her body. His eyes roamed across every nook and cranny, caressing each curve. He had never had the chance to admire her physique up close, like this, and he took his time. Her body was spectacular. Her face was tired, haggard looking, yet her eyes burned with barely restrained fury. "You may speak quietly, but freely."

Helena seemed momentarily stunned by that. She adopted a genial expression and said, "Jamie, I'm so scared."

"Of what," he asked.

"Of," faltered Helena, before adopting a visage of an ingénue, pleading for guidance, "of everything that has happened here tonight. I can't make heads or tails of it. I'm so glad you're here. You've always been smart. You can help me figure things out. You'll help me, right? Just like when we were kids."

Jamie grunted to himself and nodded absently. He had spent many an afternoon at Casa Worth, tutoring her. Helena had never enjoyed book learning, but she had always been smart and perceptive. Having witnessed the things in this room, she had, apparently, managed to piece together an idea of what's what and was now trying to play him. 

"Shut up," he ordered. "Answer all of my questions fully and truthfully, in a normal volume of voice. How do you really feel about me?"

"I hate your fucking guts, you little pukeworm," said Helena venomously. "I strongly regret not having charmed you into committing suicide in a very embarrassing way, you pathetic, little piece of shit. You ought to be put down like a-"

"That's enough," Jamie cut her off. Despite speaking in a normal volume of voice, her words resonated through the room. Her eyes glared daggers at him. Pure hatred was written all over her beautiful features. He puzzled why she was not doing anything to defend herself, or run away. "You can't move, right?"

"Right," she confirmed. "Rose ordered me to not move, unless someone was leading me."

"What have I ever done to make you hate me so much," Jamie asked in honest wonderment.

"It's not what you've done," corrected Helena, "it's what you are. You are beneath me. A loser. You could never achieve anything in life. You have no lineage, no breeding, no resources and no connections. You're nothing but a waste of space, fit to live only in a trailer park. People like you should scurry out of the way of us that matter! If it wasn't for-"

"Shut up," ordered an enraged Jamie. He could not believe such words coming out of someone's mouth in this day and age. "You felt different once, didn't you? When we were kids?"

Helena barked an amused laugh. "I always knew I was way above you," she said, putting emphasis on the word "way". "When we were little, I cast minor glamours to make you think I was your friend, so you would do my homework for me. You had no clue! You useless little tit! You were born a loser! And losers stay losers, for the rest of their lives!"

Jamie rasped out a, "Stop talking!" He was blinded by hatred and wrath. He completely glossed over the issue of her casting magic in her school years. He grabbed Helena's hand and started pulling her towards her bedroom and the circle inscribed under her bed. "We'll see if you change your mind about me after you answer my question." He tossed her towards the bed and ordered, "Get on your hands and knees and keep that position. You are to answer 'yes' as soon as I ask you 'are you mine'."

Helena got on her hands and knees and Jamie angrily ripped his clothes off, nearly falling over after pulling down his jeans. He kept eyeing the blonde's perky tits, cone-shaped, now that they were pointing down. As soon as he took off his boxers, Helena squeezed her eyes shut and turned her pretty face away from his erection. He knelt behind her and ran his hands over the vast, smooth expanse of her thighs. He reached up to kneed her buttocks and she keened softly. He cared not what emotions were consuming her. His lust for her body was brewing for years, and had come to a head with her gaining tits, so his rational mind was completely overwhelmed. Her little speech had suspended his sense of morals, and he began to chant the spell she had cast earlier on Welling. His hands ran up her ribcage to squeeze her tits and she sobbed and yelped in, what he assumed was, misery. He grinned. His cock was rubbing across her taut buttocks and he felt her whole body tremble under his onslaught. 

After a minute, he realized he wasn't feeling the spell joining with his power, so he ordered Helena to explain to him what he was doing wrong. She corrected his inflection and, as he resumed chanting, his power was quickly resonating in new ways. His patience was overwrought by then, so he stabbed into her cunt with a single thrust of his hips. Small, wordless squeals of agony escaped her lips in time with his thrusts. His domination of her mind amplified the pleasure offered by her wet, yielding flesh, and Jamie soon felt close to cumming. His balls tightened and his belly caught fire. His hips started jack hammering into her in an erratic rhythm and he came with a shout. Liquid fire ran from his dick, up his spine, to his head, erasing all thoughts and replacing them with ecstasy. In his mind's eye, each sperm he fired, orgasmed itself, and he experienced all of the millions of mini orgasms within his. 

When Jamie came to, he was lying on Helena's back and he could feel her long limbs trembling with the effort of propping up his dead weight. "Whew," he gasped. The orgasm was something unbelievable. He decided he was going to definitely have to break this spell down and see how he could safely use it for sexy fun. He got off Helena and sat back on his haunches. He smacked her rear and she giggled. Jamie had just begun to catch his breath, when she turned around and kissed him full on the lips. Her tongue plunged around his mouth, teasing and tasting everything, before inviting his tongue into her own wet cavern. Even as Jamie's life long dream of kissing Helena was coming true, he felt something nagging him at the edge of conscious thought. She brought his hands to her firm tits and all thoughts left him.

They made out for a few more minutes, and Jamie's cock came back to life, unassisted by magic. Helena broke their kiss and made him lie back. Her eyes locked with his as she gently grasped his hardening shaft. It went rigid in just a few pumps. She bent down and began to lick the underside of his dick. Jamie hissed and lay back, unable to keep his eyes open any more. She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and began to teasingly french kiss it. He groaned with pleasure. Soon, she was using every bit of her mouth to stimulate his cockhead, even as she pumped his shaft with one hand and gently tickled his balls with the other. When Jamie's balls drew up, she pressed her tongue hard against the underside of his dick and accelerated her short strokes. Jamie came with a shout and she took all of his seed into her mouth with a grin. She straightened up and waited for Jamie to open his eyes. When he looked at her, she opened her mouth, displaying his seed coating her tongue. She swallowed it all, with a moan of appreciation, and then smiled at him, displaying an utter lack of his seed in her mouth. "I love you," she said, with utter conviction.

Jamie sighed in joy and only then noticed Rose and Sandra standing at the door to the room. Rose's hair was damp and she was wearing a large towel wrapped around herself. Sandra's clothes were also damp in front. Looking at his two slaves, Jamie suddenly realized what was wrong. He jumped up and away from Helena. He shook his finger at her and yelled, "I didn't enslave you!"

"No," said Helena, "you made me realize just how much I love you. And I adore you for that!"

"Tell me the truth," ordered Jamie. "Are you my slave?!"

Helena smiled seductively and said, "I'm your lover, Jamie. If you want, we can play master and servant."

Jamie looked to his two slave witches and clarified, "I didn't complete the ritual. I didn't ask her if she was mine."

"Yes you did, Jamie, my love," insisted Helena. "And as soon as I said yes, I realized just how true that was. I am yours, Jamie. For ever. In whichever way you want me. I'll even make love to them," she indicated the girls in the doorway, "if you want me to."

"Rose," he turned to the auburn-haired beauty, "Can you tell if the spell is complete? Can you tell if she's really mine?" 

Rose looked at Helena for but a moment, before shaking her head no. "Just like the rituals that enslaved us," she gestured to Sandra and herself, "this ritual leaves no traces of magic."




A-Cup Angst Ch. 02



"Damn it," swore Jamie. "Stay here, all of you! And you two," he pointed at Sandra and Rose, "guard her! Don't let her do anything but sit quietly!" He dashed out of the room, followed by Sandra calling after him to at least put his pants back on. He stopped halfway down the stairs, returned to the room, and felt decidedly silly, dressing while three gorgeous girls ate him up with their eyes. His cock started to react and he had trouble zipping up. Finally, he managed. He went out the back door and over the fence. When he got to his room, he replayed the wiretap of Helena's phone, that he was recording on his computer, just in case something went very wrong and posterity got curious, someday.

His face turned red as he listened to the sounds he made during sex. He half doubted someone had tampered with the recording in the meantime. "I don't sound like a dying elk while I fuck," he mumbled aloud, in an offended tone. The recording revealed that he did in fact ask her and that she did say 'yes', completing the ritual. He felt blessed relief. The orgasm was so strong and overwhelming, he completely missed his own mouth talking. He replayed it thrice and then set his computer about making a hard delete of the file. He was giddy, at having caught Worth, while he was exiting his house. By the time he climbed over the fence, he was merely glad. Entering her house, his joy dissipated, and by the time he climbed to her bedroom, his earlier misgivings were back in full force. "What have you done," he reproached himself, in his own mind. He looked to his three slaves, each smiling at him as they regarded him with 'come hither' eyes, and felt only remorse. "I'm a monster," he thought to himself. "I'm worse than they were."

Rose was dressed and her hair was all but dry. Helena was still naked, her flesh glistening with sweat. Jamie shuddered with disgust as he realized that, by fucking Helena, he had been where Chris Welling had also been. He stood in a corner of the room as he spoke, "I've done you all wrong. Sonya too. You wronged me first, but I've really taken things too far." 

The girls disagreed with him and professed their love for him, but he silenced them with a raised hand. "I'm not discussing this with you. It is what it is. We need to figure out how to cast the bodily modification spell that enslaved the two of you," he indicated Rose and Sandra, "and word the price so you two get released from slavery to me." The two girls looked like he had struck them. "We also need to put our heads together and figure out a way to undo the damage I've done to Sonya. Helena, I'll keep, at least for the time being."

Sandra opened her pretty, little mouth to speak, but Rose cut her off with a touch on the shoulder. She walked to Jamie and made a very compelling argument that he should keep the four of them forever and that they would make it infinitely worth his while. She pointed out that the four of them had it coming, having so evilly drained him of life force without so much as a 'by your leave', and that he was so tired from spellcasting, that he should go home and sleep on things. Jamie found no fault to her reasoning, so he left Helena's house. 

He climbed the fence, for the fourth time that evening, and grunted as he landed on his side of it. "Rose wasn't wrong when she said I was bone tired," he thought to himself. However, the rest of what she said, Jamie couldn't even remember her exact wording, he only knew he didn't really agree with it. He puzzled over why he went along with what she said, when he couldn't even remember how she phrased it. By the time he got to his back door, the fog of charms Rose put in his mind burned away. Jamie was stunned to realize his devoted, loving slave had used charm magic on his mind. "Holy shitfuck charmslinging cuntwhore of a witch" he whispered to himself. 

He twisted around only to hear, more than see, Rose's car driving off down Helena's street. He growled in anger and pulled out his phone. He pressed a button and Rose's phone was dialed. As soon as the line was established, Jamie hissed out, "I order you to never, ever cast any kind of charm magic or compulsion on me! In fact, you will never, ever cast any magic on my mind! Is that clear?!"

"Yes, Master," answered Sandra meekly.

"Where's Rose," he angrily asked.

"Right here, Master," she said, timidly. "She's driving."

"Put this phone against her ear and don't let her avoid listening to me," he ordered. Jamie waited a second, before saying, "You will never, ever cast a spell on my mind! No charms, no illusions, no compulsion, no anything! Is that clear?!"

"Yes, Master," replied a stricken Rose.

"Good," Jamie calmed down some. He was truly bone tired from that tremendous orgasm earlier. He decided he needed some sleep, after all. "Get some sleep, the five of us will meet at lunch tomorrow, at school. Tell the others." He hung up and went inside. Having five sexy slaves seemed to be more trouble than it was worth. He wondered if he had dug himself into a hole too deep to climb back out of.



A-Cup Angst Ch. 03



Jamie Jacobs was sprawled on Helena's easy chair as she slurped away at his hard shaft with zeal. Her smiling eyes were fixed on him, but his were cast above her at the tormented face of Sandra Grant, kneeling on the bed. Her ankles were tied together, and her hands were cuffed behind her back. A ball gag was in her pretty, little mouth. Sonya Mitchell was behind her, rimming her and holding Sandra's face up with a hand keeping a firm grasp on the brunette's short locks. Rose was worshipping Sandra's firm tits, humming with delight. Sandra's big, blue eyes pleaded with Jamie to give the order to make her cum.

He had intially deferred efforts to release his slaves until he had a better understanding of magic, but that had seemed like waiting for a train that was long since discontinued. Jamie had done his level best to learn magic at the hands of his slave witches, but all his efforts were frustrated by the lack of any rhyme or reason in the various books of magic they learned from. There was no reference frame, no unifying theme, no consensus in the various tomes. He had struggled to systemize the various writings and spot some kind of underlying principle, but he found none.

Jamie couldn't make heads or tails of it. Frequently, the grimmoires would contradict themselves within a few chapters, and each book had a different author with a completely different outlook on magic, life and the world in general. And none of them had any compunctions about setting their views down in writing. Copiously. Jamie had hoped those entries would give him some insight into their minds and thus, their workings, but all his efforts to decipher some basic rules of magic were for naught. Time was wasted. 

It took him three weeks to master a simple spell to light flames.

Things changed one day, when he was doing his philosophy final. Writing the essay on existentialism, things finally clicked inside his head. He was free to do anything and, by his actions, create his identity. He could, for instance, get up, walk out, get on a train and go sit on a riverbank in Missouri and fish, if he felt like it. All he had to do was envision it, and then make it happen. Intent and action. And why would that not apply to magic as well? He was trying to mould his magic to comply with the dead writings of largely ignorant people from the middle ages of Europe and he then realized just how wrong that was. Just as he was a free person that created his own destiny, his magic had to be sculpted by his free will. He had to give it shape and rules of its own, by which it should function.

He completed his final and envisioned himself as a Jedi. His magic would come to his mind as the Force did to Jedi knights in the Star Wars movies. With a clear concept in his mind and a song in his heart, he poured all of himself into that new vision and started to feel different. Empowered. Usually, he could only feel his power when he was successfully casting a spell, or when he was cumming while making love to one of his powered slaves. Now, however, he stood in the hallway and felt his power suffuse his whole being, the whole time. It was like a thing alive inside of him. A new sense. Much like a Jedi would, he felt the presence of the people passing him by. He could tell their moods, overhear them chanting vital pieces of the curriculum in their heads, even tell when they were paying attention to him.

He felt someone's attention on himself. It was intense, but had a daydreaming quality to it. He turned and let his newfangled instincts guide his eyes to the person that was watching him and thinking of him. He found himself gazing into the eyes of Paula Garcia. They attended a few AP classes together. She blushed and looked down immediately. He walked over to her and, acting on pure instinct, he attempted a Jedi Mind Trick on her. He envisioned a magical appendage of his pass in front of her face, just like the Jedi did with their hands, in the movies, and said, "You want to come with me to the music room."

Paula and he walked over to the empty music room in lockstep and went in. Jamie was ecstatic. He had just successfully cast charm magic. He did it again. "You want to show me your breasts," he stated. Paula smiled nervously as she pulled up her T-shirt and undid her bra, letting him have a good look at her tits. They were quite nice, but Jamie was used to the big breasts of his slaves, so he didn't stick around for long. "You will forget coming in here with me as soon as you leave this room. Now cover yourself up and leave this room."

Paula obeyed his orders and left without so much as a glance back at him. He didn't feel any regret for letting her go without touching her. None of the girls at school so much as gave him the time of day until Helena started to hang all over him. Now, they began to consider him worth their attention. He shook his head in disdain. Such an abrupt change of attitude towards him, made him sick. Why did they not consider him worth their while when he was single and lonely? Nothing had changed about him that they could see.

Jamie sat down for his last exam and used his new magic to retrieve the knowledge needed for it from the other people in the room. He finished in less than half the time and left the room. Outside, he went to the parking lot and flicked his finger to pop the hood on the mad ride of one of the school jocks. His magic plucked the knowledge of a car's electric system, seemingly from the air itself, and the wires unplugged and replugged themselves elsewhere, in tune with his subtle hand gestures. A flick of his fingers closed the hood back down. "I am a motherfucking Jedi, bitch," he declared, gleefully, to no one in particular.

In the two days since, he had mastered nearly every spell he came across. His girls were delighted at his sudden, yet profound understanding of magic, but they were also completely baffled by his new concept of it. Their minds could not truly divorce the concept of magic from the image of ancient knowledge passed down to them through the aged manuscripts. Jamie didn't bother too hard with trying to get them to adopt his new philosophy. What did bother him, was that his new, magical instincts told him that he could not undo the rituals that enslaved the girls. 

There was truly no magic bouncing around the girls' brains. They acted under no compulsion, but as if they were his most ardent groupies that came from a dimension where the all the religions of the world preached worship of Jamie Jacobs and science was rapidly uncovering new and compelling evidence of his awesomeness. It reminded him of that Buffy episode "Superstar", where Jonathan, pre-evil trio, cast a spell to make the whole world idolize him. Sandra and Rose still had a shot at being free, or free-ish. They still had power and could cast the ritual again, but Jamie now felt that if he named as their price that they were no longer his slaves, they would die instantly, as his original price was worded "for the rest of their natural lives". There were no backsies, especially since the girls, of their own free will, assigned absolute power over their own bodies to the original ritual.

"Still," Jamie mused as Helena made him cum in her mouth, "things could be much worse." There was a big pro to keeping each of the girls in his harem. Helena was the perfect lover for him, in and out of bed. In bed, she used all of her beautiful body to tease and please him, her rhythm completely in sync with his, her touch impossibly perfect, even in the throes of ecstasy. Out of bed, she knew exactly when to cheer him up, when to hug him quietly, how to solve his problems and even how to shop for him. His parents were over the moon that the two of them had finally become an item. 

Sonya's single-minded passion in bed was addicting as well. Out of bed, however, she could be incredibly annoying. At first, she ignored everything that happened around her and Jamie was very frustrated when he had to have entire discussions repeated to her while he ordered her to remember what was being said. After a lot of effort, and input from his other three slaves, Jamie managed to come up with a series of orders to make Sonya more useful. As frustrating as being constantly mindful of her was, she did have a redeeming feature. Her empty-headedness turned her into an instant savant at any skill Jamie ordered her to tackle. Jamie was secretly glad he could find no way of releasing her, or Helena. Sandra captivated him with her shy demeanor and natural submissiveness in bed, whereas Rose's silky, alto voice was pure audio erotica whenever she came. He loved having her make love to one of the girls, while he was fucking another, as her vocal encouragements for the girl to cum, spurred him on to unbelievable heights.

He stayed hard while Helena licked his shaft clean and watched Rose and Sonya torture Sandra. He perceived their auras and envied the single-minded joy that was reflected in them. Sandra, for all of her bunched up brow and pleading eyes, delighted in being treated like a sex slave. Sonya, behind her, delighted in all things sexual, and Rose, before her, delighted in having power over Sandra. Jamie got an idea. He got Helena, whose aura broadcasted ecstasy every time she came into contact with him, to let him up. He stood before the bed and instructed her to kneel beside him and jerk him off. Helena instantly found the perfect rhythm and touch. Jamie made his aura resonate with Sandra's. He came to the very brink of orgasm in a heartbeat. It was an overwhelming sensation. His juices suddenly started to flow down from his abdomen. His balls descended and began to swell up, distending the skin of his scrotum. The pressure rose with each second and threatened to drown him in ecstasy with its release. His very awareness shrunk until he could not comprehend anything but the long delayed orgasm. His whole body was wound tighter than a drum. With a desperate squeal, he ordered, "Make her cum!"

Rose's hand snaked down Sandra's belly and manipulated her engorged clit. Sandra came with a wordless, muffled wail, and Jamie followed suit at practically the same instant. He kept shuddering in orgasm and cumming all over Sandra's front and Rose's back. Helena's strokes of his cock were perfect and they extended his delightful agony. Her hand directed the incessant spurts of cum from his shaft all over the girls' exposed skin and hair. Sandra and Jamie climaxed for a full minute. When they stopped, Jaime opened his eyes for a moment. He took in the cumsprayed tableau before him. Sandra's face was covered in his cum. Thick strands were hanging from her curls, her nose, chin and ears, and especially her nipples. Rose had cum pooling in the small of her back, and more was slowly oozing down the back of her neck. Jamie grinned weakly, and then collapsed, utterly spent. His last thought before sleep claimed him was, "I'm a one man bukkake party!"

Helena caught her falling lover and gently set him down on the floor. She looked over her girlfriends and admired her handiwork. She had sprayed Sandra and Rose with at least two cups' worth of Jamie's cum and she wondered if it still tasted the same as before this augmentation. She knelt behind Rose and licked at her ass, moaning in delight. It did taste as great as before. As Helena licked clean Rose's butt and lower back, Sonya and Rose set about licking Sandra's face and cum streaked tits. Sandra moaned in frustration, until the girls began to share their mouthfuls of cum with her. Each of the girls was under standing orders to find the other three girls very attractive, and love the taste of Jamie's cum, so they soon started to snowball his massive load between themselves. Rose tilted Sandra's head back and they all licked up a mouthful of cum, only to deposit it into her upturned mouth. Rose then forced Sandra to lie back and sat on her mouth, ordering her to, "Push all that cum into my snatch, slave!" Their tongue and cum bath lasted for almost an hour more, before Sandra overloaded and began begging for mercy in earnest.

They released her restraints and let her lie down in Helena's bed. The other three girls lifted Jamie's prone form and gently set him in bed, right beside Sandra. Helena finally got into bed with them and the two of them fell asleep, entangled with their lover and master. Rose and Sonya were not done yet, so they went to the bathroom to shower and then retired to a spare bedroom for some sixtynineing.

Jamie slowly stretched in Helena's bed. His limbs were still delightfully exhausted from last night's massive orgasm. He grinned and felt a pair of big, firm tits press against him. He opened his eyes and saw Sonya smiling at him. He hugged her close and sighed aloud. "That was incredible," he murmured. Sonya kissed his nipple and hummed her assent. "Where is everyone?"

Sonya gave his nipple a suck before disengaging and saying, "Sandra is in the shower, Rose is making breakfast, and Helena is on the phone in the den."

"Who is she calling," he asked, while rubbing her back.

"No one," she responded. "Her mother called her, earlier this morning."

Jamie groaned and looked around. His gaze fell on his own bedroom's window, sixty feet away. "What time is it," he asked.

"Eleven," she answered and then resumed kissing his chest.

Jamie sighed in delight. It was eleven a.m. on a Thursday morning and he was just waking up. "Thank goodness, school's over," he thought to himself. "I need a shower," he declared, untangling himself from Sonya and getting out of bed. She let out a groan of frustration. "You're washing my back!" Sonya squealed in delight and bounded after him, like a chipmunk.

In the shower, he let the warm water slowly rouse him, while Sonya soaped up his chest and back. She then paid special attention to his crotch and he got hard. She jerked him off and took all of his, this time, normal volumed load across her face. She smiled proudly while she soaped his legs up and then rinsed them off. She took the opportunity to wash her face, when Jamie stepped out of the shower and started applying shaving cream. She turned the water off and began to gently pat his skin dry with fluffy towels. Jamie slapped her ass, making her jump in joy, when her efforts started interfering with his shaving. She laughed and dried herself while he finished shaving.

They descended to the dining room naked, knowing that they had the house to themselves today. Sandra was helping Rose set the table for breakfast, and they gazed hungrily at Jamie's body. He still felt a bit self-conscious when they did that. The two girls felt overdressed. Sonya set a thick napkin down across Jamie's lap, taking another opportunity to squeeze his cock. They were in the middle of enjoying a hardy breakfast, when he asked, "Where's Helena?"

"Still on the phone," replied Sandra.

Jamie frowned, with his next spoonful halfway to his mouth. "How long has she been on the phone, now," he asked.

"Just over two hours," answered Rose.

Jamie's brow raised at the thought of speaking to parents for two hours on the phone. Then he shrugged and kept on eating. Helena would soon inform him if there was anything worth knowing. By noon, breakfast was over and Rose and Sandra were washing the plates. Jamie had Sonya kneel on the living room couch. He knelt behind her and groped her tits. She was aroused as always and began grinding her ass into his groin. He smiled and aimed his hard cock into her tight pussy. With one hand grasping her supple tit and another squeezing her hip, he worked himself in and out of her, with vigor, until he came. She followed him in orgasm. He pulled out of her and sat on the couch. "Fuck guilt," he thought, "this is the life. Four sexy bitches at my beck and call, how could I go back from that?" Sonya started licking his softening cock clean, unbidden. He grinned and stroked her long, brown hair.

At length, Helena emerged from the den and walked straight over to him. "My mother is coming back to town," she declared.

"So what," he asked.

"So," insisted Helena, "she's a witch, too."

Jamie's insides twisted up in knots. His mind rebelled against what was said, declaring it unheard. Rose spoke up from the kitchen, "You didn't tell us your mom was a witch."

"Yeah," responded Helena, "Mom made me promise not to ever reveal that little piece of information. She and my aunts made me swear an oath to that effect when I was a kid. Cut my palm at the same time, too. Anyhow, I thought I'd best tell you about her, now that she's coming back to town." Jamie felt like he was going to throw up.

Sandra was heard from the kitchen, "Wait, so you're the descendant of a long line of witches and they made you take a blood oath when you were little?"

"That's a good way to put it, I guess," said Helena. "All my aunts are witches. They work for the government, just like my mom. Anyway, she said she's coming to town to investigate a new power the seers had detected the other day."

"The other day," thought Jamie, fear gripping his insides, "must mean me! They're coming to find me!"

"A new power," inquired Rose, coming into the room. Sandra followed her.

"Yeah," continued Helena, "that's how she put it, and that's all she would say about it. She told me to make a lot of preparations for her arrival, and since I don't have any power, I need you guys to do the casting for me."

Jamie finally found his voice, "I am fucked."

"Yes, you are," drawled Sonya, looking at him with bedroom eyes.

"What do you mean," Helena asked him.

"I mean, I am fucking fucked," he shouted in panic. "When your mom gets home, she's going to take one look at you, see that you have no power, take one look at me, see that I have power and then I'm going to be fucking fucked!"

Rose snorted dismissively, before saying, "No one can tell who is and who isn't a witch, at a glance. There's a-"

"I can," Jamie cut her off. "I can tell the two of you have power, just by looking at you. It makes your skin glow from within."

"Shut up," exclaimed Rose in astonishment. Sandra just gaped at him with an open mouth.

"And if I can," he continued, "then, maybe, she can, too. And if she can, then I'm totally fucked!"

"No," Helena consoled as she sat down next to him, "Everything will be alright. I'll talk to mom and she's going to be cool about us, you'll see!"

"Oh, yeah," asked a sarcastic Jamie. "What are you going to say?! Hey, mom, sorry I can't continue your witchy legacy, I got drained of my power by my friend who used trickery and my kinda-sorta boyfriend to do it. But that's okay, mom, cause now I'm this newly minted warlock's love slave! Everything's great, mom!" Helena and the witches began to see the peril their master was facing. Sonya kept tickling her own tits.

"Oh," said Helena, at last.

"Yeah, oh," mocked Jamie. He stood up to get away from Helena's soothing hand and asked, incredulously, "And what's with this seers shit?! Your mom works for the Department of Fish and Wildlife, doesn't she?"

"Yes," confirmed Helena, "but that's a cover for Section."

"Section," asked a bewildered Jamie. "What fucking Section?!"

"I don't know any details, Jamie," said Helena, contritely, "My mom and her sisters kept things well hidden from me. All I know is what I managed to get my oldest cousin to blurt out drunk one night, after she joined." 

Jamie rubbed his temples in frustration. There were going to be seers and a whole fucking clan of witches after him. "Sonya," he ordered, "go get our clothes!" 

Sonya complied while Helena continued talking, "They research the paranormal and keep a tight lid on the magical community. Mom is tasked with hunting werewolves and my cousin is doing research on vampires, trying to make cures for diseases, and maybe even death itself. I don't know, that last part she laughed while she was saying it, might have been a joke. But, anyway, they're the good guys, I swear. Besides, I'm going to talk to mom and she's going to be cool with the two of us."




A-Cup Angst Ch. 03



"Cool," shouted Jamie incredulously. "Cool? Cool with a 'loser' pawing at her daughter?! Cool with me poking my fuckstick into your holiest of holies?! Cool with me being a warlock and you not being a witch anymore?! Cool with me ending your witchy mojo birthright?!" He shook his head and began pacing up and down. He continued in a sarcastic vein, "Oh, yeah, I can already see it! She's gonna hug me, declare her delight at me reducing you to a slave, and then start naming our future children, because you know she's going to be over the moon with the idea of me being the father of her grandkids. Adding my genes to your mighty bloodline. Hell, she's going to sit down with my parents and organize our wedding!" He shook his head and heaved a big sigh. "And what's this shit about seers and vampires and werewolves?! What is this?! A Twilight novel?!"

"According to my cousin, all that stuff in the novels is completely wrong," said Helena.

"I don't give a flying shit," bellowed an enraged Jamie. All the girls flinched, even Sonya. He snatched his clothing from her hands and began dressing. She hesitantly followed suit. "Your mom," he said, with bitterness in his voice, "is a werewolf hunting witchy momma and she's going to hunt me down with a whole fucking clan of witches, and government seers and the motherfucking Navy Seals, for all I know! I am so fucking fucked! She is going to torture me to death, and then your cousin is going to bring me back from the dead, just so your mom could torture me to death all over again!" He finished dressing and paced up and down the room, nervously running a hand through his hair. "I am so fucking fucked!" He stood before a contrite looking Helena and pointed a finger at her. "And it's all your fault, in the first motherfucking place! If you hadn't targeted me with your spell, and then sicced all of them on me, as well," he gestured at the other three girls, "none of this would've happened!" 

Helena mouthed a silent apology. Her eyes were brimming with tears, and Jamie forced himself to try and get a hold of his fear. "Jamie," she said, tearfully, "You can handle this. I know you can. I believe in you! All of us do! You can make this all better, and we'll all be ever so grateful to you, afterwards." She finished on a purely sexual note, and the girls picked up on it. They all smiled at him seductively, and it was almost enough to distract him from his vision of impending doom. He breathed deeply and tried to find his center.

"Alright," he spoke at length. "When is your mom arriving?"

"Tomorrow morning," she answered. "She'll be on the red-eye from Seattle, and I'm to pick her up at the airport."

"Does she suspect anything," he asked. Helena shook her head no. "Ok! Here's what we're going to do! Rose, drive Sonya and Sandra home and then go to your house. I want all four of you to pack a small bag with the barest of essentials. Bring all of your books of magic. We're loading everything into Rose's SUV and we're leaving this town in the dust."

"We can't just up and leave without a word, Jamie," complained Helena. "Mom tasked me with a boatload of casting to do before she gets here."

"Fuck that shit, sweetie," he instructed. "All of you, leave some sort of message, or arrangement that makes your folks think you all went on a trip together. A last adventure before college. Do your best to have them not suspect anything. Oh, and don't mention me, or Helena. The official line is that the three of you are off on one adventure, I'm off on my own, and Helena is away on her own thing. Got it?" The four girls nodded. "Good! Rose, when you're done packing, pick up the two of them," he indicated Sonya and Sandra, "and then park at the old mall. Helena and I will walk there, separately. Now go!"

Jamie ran home, vaulting across the fence with his newfound power enhancing his muscles. He put on a fresh shirt and pants, packed another shirt and pants and several changes of underwear, and grabbed the cash his girls earned making lesbian pornos. He set his computer to formatting the hard drive. He didn't know what to say to his family to lessen the burden of his departure, so he used his mind trick power to get them to tell him how they felt. His dad and sister were already glad to see him go, and didn't mind the earlier departure date. His mom was a wreck, she would honestly miss having him there. He used his power on her mind to give her comfort. He suggested she should feel proud for raising a handsome, smart boy and told her to have hope that he would "be somebody", as she often put it herself. Sniffing back his tears, he kissed his mother goodbye and left without a single glance back.

Helena had just arrived at their designated meeting spot, when his phone rang with Sandra's ring tone. He winced. If the government looked up their cell phone records, which they most certainly would, his little ruse was fucked. "Hello," he answered, anyway.

"Jamie," he heard Sandra's worried voice, "Sonya's parents aren't letting her go! They've locked her in the house and they won't come to the door so Rose can charm them!"

Jamie sighed. So much for a discreet getaway. "Tell Rose to stop and come pick me up. I'll deal with this. Oh! And take the batteries out of your phones!" He and Helena removed the batteries from their phones.

"I called Welling in jail," said Helena, off-handedly, "and ordered him to not breathe a word of what happened in my house that night."

Jamie snapped his fingers at her and exclaimed, "Good thinking! Well done!"

Rose drove up with Sandra in the front seat. Helena and Jamie got in the back. "Park us one block from the Mitchell house. Somewhere where we won't be seen." Rose nodded and drove off. After she parked, Jamie got out of the car and calmly walked up to the front door of the Mitchell residence. He winced, as he could hear raised voices all the way from the sidewalk. He pointed his finger at the door and twitched it. The door quietly unlocked and swung open. He walked in, without breaking stride. Upstairs, in the master bedroom, he used his power to make the parents shut up and accept their daughter's imminent departure. 

Just as they were leaving, he had a thought. "Hey, Mitchells, do you have any cash lying around," he asked.

"Yes," said Mr. Mitchell, "we have fourteen thousand dollars in cash in the safe."

"Open the safe," spoke Jamie with his power, "and give me the cash." When Mitchell opened his safe and retrieved the cash, Jamie saw that he had a semiautomatic handgun in there, as well. "Give me the gun and the bullets, and the spare magazine," he instructed again.

Armed and flush with fresh green, Sonya and Jamie beat a discreet retreat to Rose's car. "Take us to Cyrus' place," he instructed as soon as he closed the door. "Sonya, remove the battery from your phone!"

Cyrus Pine cracked open his front door to find Jamie and his four lesbian porn stars at his front door. He smiled, threw the door open wide, and exclaimed, "Come in and let's party!" Jamie sullenly led the girls through to the living room. "Can I get any of you ladies a drink?"

Jamie sighed. "Cyrus, man, we've come here for your help," he said.

Cyrus let himself dream, for a moment, that Jamie would say he needed help sexually satisfying his harem, as Cyrus knew well the girls were bisexuals, or more accurately, bi for Jamie. "Uh-huh," he spoke absently. "What kind of help, J.J.?"

Jamie and Cyrus' eyes met. "We need to disappear. No questions asked."

Cyrus saw the despair in his friend's eyes and slumped sadly. It was the story of his life, really. Cyrus meets pretty girl, Cyrus doesn't get to make wild monkey love to pretty girl, ever. He was doubly saddened by the thought of losing Jamie. They had only known one another for three years, but still... "Unfortunately," said Cyrus, gesturing for the ladies to take seats, "a question needs to be asked. Don't give me a precise answer," he admonished with a raised hand, "just tell me which of these three options you are hiding from; the law, the mob, or a group of local, but persistent thugs?"

Jamie looked to Helena. She returned a sheepish look. "All three, actually," he answered.

"Uh," stammered Cyrus, "seriously, dude?"

Jamie nodded solemnly. "It's an employee of the federal government that has a whole posse of independent, competent and motivated trackers on our ass, and ties to the highest levels of, um, how do I put this?"

Cyrus cut him off with a knowing nod. "Ties to the highest of levels of the discreet kinds of power, I got it," he finished Jamie's sentence. "May I just ask to see your mobile phones, please?"

Jamie and the girls presented their disassembled phones. "We took out the batteries a quarter hour ago, different sites across town." Cyrus and Jamie had first met in person, at Jamie's workplace, and soon started communicating through the teamspeak feature on their favorite game server. Those had been their only two methods of communication. Jamie read the question in Cyrus' eyes. "I formatted my computer."

Cyrus heaved a great sigh of relief. IP records were unlikely to lead people to suspect him, as he was on the server far more often than Jamie. "In that case, I can help you," he said. "Do you have anything already in mind?"

Jamie nodded and outlined his plan, "We were going to stick to the back roads, without electronics, for a while. A few days, maybe more. Then we were going to go to a specific place to do a specific set of things, and we'd like to have fake IDs for that. Afterwards, we would need a boatload of money rendered untraceable to us, and new, lasting identities."

Cyrus nodded. He pointed at Jamie, warningly, "Cash payments only, right?" Jamie and the girls nodded emphatically. "Good plan. Solid. The boatload of cash would need to also be laundered, I assume?"

"No," Jamie shook his head, "It'll be obtained legally, we would just need for it to not be traceable to our new identities."

"Well," considered Cyrus, "that simplifies things. We'll still need a couple of weeks to disperse the money and then reassemble it. The charge is twenty percent, straight off the top, and there's a half million dollar minimum." Jamie nodded, taking it all in. "Now, come over here, chicas, I'm going to take your pictures for the new IDs!"

After the brief photo shoot, Cyrus gave Jamie a smartphone that was enabled to communicate with him, untraceably. "We'll need to stay in touch to agree upon deliveries of IDs and cash etc," explained Cyrus. Jamie was delighted at the encryption. Whatever he typed in, the phone turned into mundane conversation, and then sent it through a nondescript webpage. "No one can decrypt it, either," boasted Cyrus. "It's a one time pad, only in use between this phone, and me."

"Cyrus," said Jamie tearfully, "You've been the kind of friend everyone could only wish for. I'm gonna miss you, dude!" They hugged and Jamie warned Cyrus about his pursuers. Well, he warned him as much as he could, without mentioning witchcraft.

Cyrus took the warnings seriously, nonetheless, and called softly to his retreating friend, "Vaya con Dios."

Helena gave Cyrus a kiss on the cheek and a brief hug as she passed him by. She whispered in his ear, "Please keep tabs on our families, here in town, and send word if anything major happens." Cyrus hugged her tighter, compressing her tits against his chest, before agreeing.

"Adios, amigos," Cyrus called after them.

Jamie and the girls got into the car and drove off. He put Helena and Sonya to sleep, in the back seat. Sandra navigated while Rose was driving, leaving him free to thumb through a bunch of volumes they brought, that contained the wards that had been cast on Rose's house by Rose, Sandra and Sonya, back when she had power. The idea was to make personal talismans that would hide all of them from scrying. The sun had already started to set, by the time he quietly gave up. Making a warded talisman to make them undetectable was mission impossible. The amount of power needed was boggling his mind. He could pour his heart and soul into them, only to have them run out the next day and leave him to do it all over again. He looked to the sunset and tried to clear his mind. Despair was of no use to him.

As he admired the colors in the sky and failed to spot the details of the beautiful countryside below, it all clicked in his head. He didn't need to enchant a ward to make them undetectable all the time. Much like the encryption on his new phone, he just needed to make them seem mundane. And, he didn't need a metric fuckton of power, either. His instincts screamed an image of an electrical circuit at his conscious mind. All he needed was to make the bulb, lay the wires, and construct a switch that was flipped by magicians using their power to scry on them. And the whole thing could be powered by the very energy they expended in the scrying. He frantically leafed through the books again, finding absolutely nothing that would contradict his new theory. Quite the contrary, every recorded ward was in accord with Jamie's idea, they were just far cruder and less efficient in their construction.

Just before midnight, Helena and Sonya woke up and they changed places with Sandra and Rose. The trio in the back seat slept, as well as they could, while Helena helped Sonya navigate through the back roads.

The next day found them in a small town. They had lunch in a diner and stocked up on provisions for the road. Cyrus texted Jamie to say their temporary IDs were done and Jamie consulted a map to give him a few locations where he could pick them up the next day. Cyrus texted back the name of a town and the number of the P.O. box the cards would be waiting in. Jamie went to the only jewelry store in town and bought four silver bracelets, two silver placards and one long silver chain. The price was ridiculous. It cost a thousand dollars less than all the money the girls made from porn. He also bought a length of thin, leather thong at the nearby bike and leather store.

He rented a room in a seedy motel, paying the clerk an extra three hundred to keep his mouth shut and forget about ID. In the room, he instructed Rose and Sandra how to cast his wards. He feared it would take him a while to get them to fully understand what they were doing, but they were eager and obedient. The three of them formed a circle, and cast his wards on the silver and leather. Because he had as much power as the two of them put together, their balance of yin and yang made the finished wards look beautiful. They admired their handiwork in amazement. There was one silver warded bracelet for each of the girls, and one leather loop to wear. The wards on the silver prevented scrying and conventional detection, while the wards on the leather prevented blood magic from being used to either find them, or hex them from a distance. Helena's mom, Jamie learned, could try to cast voodoo-doll-like magic on them by use of the blood of their close relatives. Jamie thought about his family back home, unprotected and exposed. He had to remind himself that there was probably nothing he could do to help them if he was still there.

For himself, he warded the long chain and hung two leather wrapped placards from it, like a pair of military dog tags. It was the only type of "jewelry" he could bring himself to wear, under his clothing, and he added some extra protection on his wards. Helena was immune to mental magics and Sonya was all but immune due to her constitutional inability to concentrate on suggestions long enough for them to take hold in her mind. Rose and Sandra's devotion to him made them highly resistant to mental magic as well. He, the master, was, ironically, the most susceptible and needed far greater protection. He sternly ordered each of the girls to never remove the warded items. He knew the wards worked because, the instant Rose and Sandra put them on, he could no longer see their internal magic shine through. They were exhausted by the casting, and they spent the day in the small room, keeping out of sight. After a brief blowjob from Sonya, he, Rose and Sandra slept the whole night in the bed. 

Helena and Sonya slept on the floor and were already awake and limbering up their sore backs when the clerk came to alert them of their check-out time. They had breakfast in the same diner as yesterday and then drove to the place where their new IDs were supposed to be waiting. They parked down the street from the podunk town's post office and watched it for a long time, before Jamie reluctantly ordered Sonya to go in and retrieve them. The tall, sexy brunette was in and out in two minutes flat, without any interference. They all breathed a sigh of relief when their new identities were pulled out of the small, manila envelope.

"Ok," said Rose, "Now what?"

Jamie smiled for the first time in days and said, "Vegas, baby!"

They drove for half a day more and then found a used car lot that bought Rose's car for a fair price, using her original identity. A popular truck stop was their venue for lunch and there they found a gruff trucker, with a sleeper cab, that was going to Nevada, but had no interest in picking up hitchhikers. Jamie "convinced" him to make just one little exception and they were off. The trucker drove through the night while three girls were squeezed into his bed. Jamie slept in the seat, with Rose in his lap. By noon, they were in Nevada, buying tickets for a Greyhound to Vegas. Nightfall saw them arriving in Sin City, feeling beat up, exhausted and thoroughly covered in the grime of the road.

The hotel was quite a ways off the main strip and had no casino on the premises, yet even its cheapest suite cost a bundle, particularly as Jamie was paying cash up front. Rose unlocked the door and they all filed in. The main room was big and incorporated the kitchen and dining areas as well. Directly opposite to the front door was the balcony. To the left were a bathroom, a large closet and a bedroom, and to the right, past the dining area, was the master bedroom with its ensuite bathroom. Sandra closed the door and they all dropped their bags as one.

Jamie shuffled tiredly towards the master bedroom and the bathroom beyond. "Sandra, Helena," he mumbled, "come on, let's wash up." The girls pricked up and swooped under his arms to rush him to the shower. Rose shrugged and led Sonya to the other bathroom.

Sandra unbuttoned his shirt while Helena undid his trousers. Helena bent down and took off his shoes and socks. He leaned on her shoulders for support while he stepped out of his pants. While Sandra was sweeping his shirt off him, Helena started the water. Sandra rolled his boxers down his legs and he stepped under the warm spray. He let out a mighty groan of delight. Behind him, the girls shucked their clothing in an instant and stepped into the roomy shower. At first, they actually took the opportunity to get clean but, as soon as Helena was rubbing shampoo into Sandra's scalp and the shorter girl was smiling and grunting in delight, Jamie got hard. The girls noticed and smiled in appreciation. Their shower ran long, each taking the time to thoroughly grope the other two under the pretext of soaping. When their fingers started to prune, they shut off the water. All three of them were breathing hard and the girls were flushed. 

Jamie was the first to reach for a towel and wrap it low around Helena's ass. He tugged it back and forth, eliciting little sobs of approval from her. The girls joined in and they continued their teasing with soft cloth, instead of suds. When Helena grabbed each of Sandra's big boobs in a towel-covered hand and started squeezing, Sandra's eyes rolled back in her head. Jamie thought he'd pop off right there and then. He went to the bed and lay back, interlocking his hands behind his head. The girls knelt on each side of him and pressed their warm, firm breasts into his sides. Helena started to stroke him and Sandra focused on gently tickling his balls. Their mouths took turns on his glans. One would cover it with spit, and then the other would lick the spittle off and engulf him with her mouth to run her tongue all over it. They shared his organ between them until he heard Rose's deep, silky voice howl her orgasm from across the suite. He came in Sandra's mouth and went to sleep nearly immediately.




A-Cup Angst Ch. 03



Jamie woke up and stretched his arms, groaning at the memory of the previous night. Steps came closer to him and Helena said, "Oh, good, you're awake. Come see to Rose, please!" Jamie sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Hearing Rose moan in orgasm seemed like just what the doctor ordered. He rolled out of bed and cast his glance about. Where were his clothes? He shrugged and walked naked to the living room. The girls were seated at the table, wearing robes, and enjoying a full english breakfast. Helena shook her finger at Rose. "She woke up first and sent all of our clothing to be washed."

"What," asked Jamie, "everything?"

All the girls nodded and Rose imperiously declared, "Everything was dirty! It'll all be done by noon, anyhow." 

Jamie nodded and sat down at the table. The chair's cushion felt uncomfortable on his bare skin, so he stood back up. "Get me a robe," he ordered Rose. She stood up and walked to the closet and brought one over to him. Jamie noted the jealous expression on Helena's face and smirked. His stomach growled. "What's on the menu?"

Around ten a.m., they were all fed and sitting around the empty table. Room service had come and taken away the dishes. The girls were eyeing him hungrily. He told himself that he should take the time to teach Rose and Sandra how to read auras like him. He told himself he would need time to teach them poker, but all his brain would think of was sex. "Well," Jamie broke the silence, "I guess we have nothing to do for the next two hours, or so. Robes off! Let's fuck!" The girls giggled in delight.

He was hard as soon as Sonya knelt before him and began to squeeze his cock. He used his magic to maintain his erection and sat down on the couch. The girls gathered around him and began to worship his body with their hands. Helena massaged his scalp and upper back, Sandra and Rose caressed the insides of his thighs and licked his nipples while Sonya frantically swallowed his cock over and over again. After he came down her constricting throat, he ordered her to drool all over his shaft. Sonya all but retched to cover his manhood with as much slime as she could. He ordered Rose to lower herself on his shaft, anus first. Her face was a sight to see, all bunched up in concentration, half way between ecstasy and agony. She rode him until he came a second time. Then he ordered Helena to clean him with her tongue. He ordered the rest of the girls to cover Sandra's tits with spittle. Each of the trio stuck a finger into the other two girls' mouths, so each girl drooled around two fingers in her mouth. They gathered up their saliva and slathered Sandra's tits with it.

When her tits were glistening and saliva was running down her belly, he pushed her down on the couch and rose up above her. He lowered his cock between her breasts and she squeezed them around him. He fucked between the fleshy mounds, enjoying the slimy heat, until he came, spurting his hot, white goo all over Sandra's neck, giving her a pearl necklace. He gestured at it and Sonya swooped in to lick it all up. Jamie sat back down on the couch and was briefly tempted to cast the spell for a massive orgasm. He decided against it, there was much to do and that would leave him unconscious with pleasure. A series of smaller orgasms would do him just fine. He gestured to his, once again hard, shaft and said, "Have at it, girls!"

The girls took turns riding his erect cock. They rode him, using their pussies or asses to bring him close to orgasm, and then they'd jump up and let one of the other girls finish him off with her mouth. The girl that finished him, mounted him next. Jamie just sat there and came, time and again. His vision was filled with bouncing tits being grasped by feminine hands, and his ears were full of orgasmic cries.

A little after one p.m., their clothes arrived. They were all exhausted by then and even Sonya had stopped. They barely had the strength to put their robes back on and answer the door. After a hardy lunch was delivered to their suite and consumed, they freshened up and dressed. "Ok, gals," said Jamie, "here are the assignments du jour. Helena, take Sonya and go get yourselves some very revealing and distracting outfits! Think slutty, but not whore-y. Sonya, you obey Helena's orders! And buy us some pre-paid cellphones!" The two girls nodded and left, taking a thousand dollars from Jamie. He addressed Sandra and Rose. "Now, you two sit down at the table. I need to teach you to read auras and then we'll have a lesson in the basics of poker."

Jamie had feared it would take him a long time to explain things to them, but the girls were eager to learn and accepted his instructions readily. In no time at all, they mastered the art of reading a person's aura. Poker lessons were even easier, as both girls had a firm grasp on probability theory, and he felt a bit like a dick for forgetting that Sandra had been a mathlete. They wound up playing quite a few hands of poker until the tall slaves returned, toting bags and small boxes. Jamie and the girls then agreed upon a series of discreet distress signals. The girls went to the master bedroom, and its lighted vanity mirrors, to do up their hair, costumes and makeup. Jamie was left with nothing to do for the better part of an hour. He clicked through all the channels on the TV, surfed the web on his smartphone, but mostly yelled for the girls to hurry up. When they finally finished, they paraded before him. 

His jaw dropped.

Jamie stepped out of the cab in front of the casino. It was one of the biggest and most famous in Las Vegas and Jamie figured it as a good place to drain some money from. He helped Helena and Sonya exit the cab and paid the fare. The girls took one of his offered arms each and strode through the lobby in step with him. Everyone turned to look at them. Helena and Sonya had impeccably teased hair and expertly applied makeup, but few people noticed that. The girls wore spaghetti-strapped dresses that came down to mid thigh and left most of their backs completely bare. The thin straps widened as they went lower and managed to cover their nipples, quite admirably, whilst leaving the sides of their boobs exposed, as well as their prodigious cleavage. By the time the dresses hit their waist, they were decently wrapped around all of their form. A series of small cut outs ran down the sides of the dresses from just above hip height to the hem at mid thigh. They revealed bare flesh beneath and were spaced at such a distance that no one could tell if the girls were completely naked under the dresses, or if a super narrow panty strap was hidden between the holes.

Jamie feared an arrest for indecent exposure, no matter how hard Helena tried to assuage his fears.

Passing the slot machines near the exits, Jamie was amused to see that everyone's auras, regardless of age, race or gender, were similar. All the players oscillated between an intense expectation and a short, but sharp, disappointment. When they passed them, Jamie stopped in stunned disbelief. He could perceive the aura of exactly no one that sat at the green felt tables, regardless of what game they played. He gaped openly and ignored the girls' worried inquiries. One player's aura lit up in Jamie's field of vision and he focused on it. The woman reeked of disappointment and denial. She then downed her drink and her aura flashed of anger. She pointed accusingly at the dealer, yelled for a bit, and then stalked off. An elderly man rushed, as fast as he could, to take up her place. Jamie could see his high hopes and felt the man desperately needed a win, but as soon as his chips touched the felt, his aura shorted out of Jamie's vision.

"Holy motherfucking shit," softly exclaimed a panicked Jamie. "This place is warded against reading!" The girls gaped around, unseeing, and Jamie guided them fast towards the exit. Out on the sidewalk, they called Sandra and Rose, who were to stagger their arrival to the casino, and had them come over at once. They went in and confirmed Jamie's findings. Jamie couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that casinos were warded against magical eavesdropping. Coupled with what little Helena had known about the government's covert magical enforcement department, it drew the rug right out from under his feet. Apparently, magic was everywhere, and nobody knew about it. "How could this be," he kept asking himself. He was starting to get glimpses of the real world and it was turning out to be nothing like he grew up thinking it was. He was completely bereft of his bearings. His fists tightened. He was not going to just give up.

"Ok," said Helena, "what do we do now?" She was trying to get Jamie to master his panic at seeing his plans come to naught. He was ignoring her smiles and tender touch on his back.

"This way," Jamie spoke up and led them down the Strip to the next casino. They went in and exited in a minute, seeing the exact same situation in there, as well. "We need to know if this setup is the same in all of Vegas." Sandra, Rose and he split up and went to check out the various casino all over the city. Jamie suspected the casinos on the Strip to be a lost cause, so he started with the ones off the beaten path. The fourth casino he went in was a smash hit. He could read everyone's aura. The girls took out their phones and texted the address to Rose and Sandra. He heaved a great big sigh of relief, and sat down at a low limit stud table and bought two thousand dollars' worth of chips. In the span of just a dozen hands, he had everyone's tells down. As much as they hid their faces behind perpetual smiles, or hoodies and shades, their auras were like big, lighted billboards above their heads. He wasn't going to win each and every hand, but he saw plainly when someone was bluffing and approximately how good a hand they had, when they weren't. 

On top of that, his two girls captivated the other players at the table. They stood behind him and, whenever he folded a hand, they bent over to whisper encouragements in his ear. Everyone at the table would lean in, trying to get a glimpse of their nipples, and hope their straps would slide off their smooth shoulders and finally reveal all of their big breasts. They jumped in place and clapped their hands enthusiastically, every time he won a hand. The bounce of their tits showed everyone that they were all-natural and perky without any additional support. They distracted the players so much, in fact, that Jamie believed he could get up, walk around the table, and not only look at everyone's cards, but also shuffle them around to his benefit, and no one would even notice, let alone complain.

Sandra and Rose replaced the next two players to leave the table. Rose was wearing a dark red shirt with the top three buttons undone, exposing a lot of cleavage. Sandra was clad in a blue and white striped shirt that accentuated her bountiful bust. It was so tight over her breasts that everyone could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. No one at the table stood a chance. Between the three of them, every other hand was taken. When they played against each other, they could not read each other's aura and Jamie had sternly kyboshed the idea of signaling their cards, so they let luck decide who won. They ate and drank at the table, Sonya and Helena assisting Jamie like he was disabled or something, and driving the other players to distraction all over again as they licked sauces from his chin. Around midnight, Jamie froze as he spotted a man, without an aura, playing at a nearby table. He folded his hand and kept glancing at the anomaly. This new development left him decidedly unnerved. He kept looking around the casino floor and feared something bad was going to happen.

A few minutes after he noticed the man, he spotted a witch, dressed as a bartender, step behind the bar from a side door, carrying a drink and a paper napkin. She handed the drink to a big breasted and scantily clad waitress and discreetly pointed out the man without an aura. The waitress walked over and clumsily spilled the drink on him. She apologized and dabbed at him twice with the napkin, before taking up the towel, that was draped across her forearm, and properly drying the man. He retired angrily to the restroom, while the dealer held his seat for him. Jamie turned his attention away from the commotion and focused on the not very upset waitress that walked to the bar, still carrying the useless paper napkin. She handed it to the witch barkeep and took a tray of drinks to deliver. The witch looked at the wet napkin for a few seconds, before she made eye contact with a big, black man that stood in the middle of the casino floor. She shook her head no and he gave her a tiny nod. Jamie turned his girls' attention to the witch barkeep and ordered them to intercept any drinks she sent their way.

Jamie folded another hand as he waited to see if the man would emerge from the restroom and what would happen to him when he did. After a minute, the man came back to his seat and accepted some doubtlessly free drinks and snacks, and continued to gamble without problems. Jamie sighed in relief. He was very concerned about a witch being on the premises of a casino, but she had, apparently, not spotted him. A few hours later, their table was thinning out and he wound up playing against one of his slaves on almost every hand. There was no fresh cash coming in, so he decided to call it quits. He had added a zero to his starting cash, just like Sandra and Rose did. He yawned and stretched. It was their signal to wrap things up, slowly and discreetly. The girls behind him started to whine that they were bored and tired and bent to whisper in his ear. Jamie smiled and tossed a chip to the dealer, before leaving to cash out.

They called for a cab and went back to the hotel. Halfway there, Jamie spotted something in the corner of his eye. "Stop the cab," he called to the cabbie. The man parked at the nearest spot. Jamie turned around and openly gaped at a tall, gorgeous brunette that stood on the corner. She was just as undressed as his two girls in the cab, but what drew his eye was a spell he could see on her. It reminded him of the blood magic he had recently studied. The spell had the appearance of a rope, wrapped all around her face and body, and squeezed tight. Sonya and Helena followed his eyes and gazed at the girl as well.

"Are you getting out, or what," asked the impatient cabbie.

Jamie slipped him a crisp one hundred dollar bill and irritably said, "Take a nap, buddy!"

The cab driver shook his head at the young man that had two gorgeous chicks with him and still felt the need to ogle a third. He faced front and kept his mouth shut. He drove much worse on a regular basis.

The girl took a cellphone out of her purse and read a text message. Jamie squinted as he thought he could see her typing a reply. He took the phone Cyrus had given him out of his pocket. He set it up to identify which cellphones were transmitting to the same tower. She finished typing and put her phone back in her clutch purse. Jamie saw that a few dozen phones were texting during the few seconds he estimated hers was. He watched her and waited. He had no way of telling which was her number, so he kept the phone watching the suspected numbers. A few transmitted again, within a minute, so he eliminated those. Soon, a car pulled up to the curb and she smiled at it. She sauntered over and bent down, exposing her cleavage to the driver. After a few seconds, she got in the car and it drove off.

"Wake up," Jamie instructed the cabby. "Follow that car!" The driver rolled his eyes and pulled out to follow the car. As soon as Jamie's phone indicated it had changed towers, he had it search the new tower for the phone numbers from the original list. Three came up. At the next tower, only one did. Jamie told the cabby to take them very close to the car. He searched for an active bluetooth under that number and the phone found it. After a few seconds, Jamie transmitted spy software to the prostitute's phone. He needed to investigate this matter. He told the cabby to take them to their hotel.

In their suite, he took a shower alone and went to bed, still trying to make sense of the day. The girls left him alone, at Helena's behest. They showered, applied lotion to each other and made out for a while, before falling asleep in front of the TV.

The next morning, Jamie was the first to rise. He immediately began checking the results of his wiretap. The stuff he found on the hooker's phone was making him queasy. There was no doubt she was a prostitute, but Jamie was surprised to find that most of her johns made appointments in advance, usually in hotel rooms. He felt certain he had identified the number of her pimp, and at least five of her colleagues. He learned that the girls, very occasionally, negotiated between themselves which one would take which client. He saw it as a tiny act of solidarity between fellow victims. They banded together to help each other survive this horror by taking up the slack when another felt like snapping. His brow drew down and his breathing quickened in anger. He vowed to make sure the pimp suffered to his last breath.

The tiny touchscreen was starting to get to him, so he dressed and left the hotel to find an electronics store. When he came back to the room with a laptop and attendant cables in its shoulder bag, the girls were still asleep. He grunted softly as he watched the tangle of young limbs and perky tits strewn across the sofa and couch. If he could save these other beautiful, young women from being magically forced into sexual slavery, he would atone for taking his slaves, at least in his own eyes.

He ordered room service and went about configuring his new computer to his tastes. When room service came, he opened the door. The middle aged man could barely stop himself from gaping at the four naked beauties sleeping in a tangle. Jamie grinned and enjoyed the man's envy. He slipped him a twenty. The man identified himself as Mark, bowed, and left, after insisting that Jamie doesn't hesitate to call him if he needed anything else.

After breakfast, Jamie declined his girls' wordless offer of play and announced, "We're on a mission, girls!" He explained what he had seen on the involuntary hooker and brought them up to speed on his wiretap findings. "We are going to free these poor women that are victimized for having been born beautiful." The girls nodded along and he outlined his basic plan of surveillance. He needed to know as much as he could about this pimp, before he stormed in to mount a rescue. "But first, a tour of boutiques and then a trip to the gun range!"

After a very fruitful shopping trip, they went back to the hotel to drop off their bags. They piled into one cab and drove to a firing range he had found online. He ordered his girls to master Mitchell's gun and they presented him with mixed results. Rose and Sandra turned out to be poor markswomen, and Helena and he were mediocre, even after firing several magazines. Sonya, however, used her second magazine to draw eyes, a nose and a smile on the face of her target. Jamie snorted in amusement. It reminded him of Mel Gibson in the Lethal Weapon movie. It also settled the matter. Sonya would wield the gun in their raid on the pimp's place. They just had to pinpoint and stake it out, first.

The day was spent spotting and observing the beautiful women that had magic ropes wound around themselves. Jamie's instincts told him the spells were the results of voodoo dolls, made with the victim's blood. If he could destroy the dolls, the women would be free. In the afternoon, they rendezvoused at the casino and sat down at separate tables to play No limit Texas hold 'em. Helena and Sonya still hung around Jamie to distract the other players and, occasionally, mosey on over to Rose and Sandra and inform him of how they were doing. All the players at the tables regarded their twenty thousand dollar stacks of chips as pitiful and tried to bust them by betting "all in". After Jamie and the girls doubled up a few times, the other players began to rethink their strategy. By the end of the night, Jamie, Rose and Sandra had almost a million dollars between them. 




A-Cup Angst Ch. 03



They retired, separately, to their suite and celebrated with an orgy. Jamie came in each girl's mouth, pussy and ass, and the girls sucked his cum out and snowballed it between themselves, before swallowing. He tried to make a second round, but a deep, restful sleep claimed him after he came in Helena's ass for the second time. Helena lay beside him and let Sandra suck his cum out of her ass, just as Sonya cleaned his softening cock in the hopes of rousing him again. When he failed to get up, the girls decided to call it a night and went to sleep as well.

In the morning, Jamie accepted two quick blowjobs from Sandra and Rose, before reviewing the results of his wiretaps. After, they deployed themselves to stake out the pimp's supernatural prostitution ring. They now had an exact head count. Fourteen women were caught by this monster's web. In the afternoon, they went to the casino to add yet another zero to their money. Rose went in first, followed by Jamie and the girls after a half an hour. An hour after him, Sandra found her place at a table.

The night was going very well for them when Jamie spotted a big, burly, latin looking man take a seat at Sandra's table. They shared a look between them. The man's aura was obscured. Within a few minutes, a warlock in a barkeep's uniform appeared behind the bar and Jamie drew the girls' attention to him. They observed him give a waitress a drink and a napkin and Jamie ordered them to let this one drink go by. When the waitress returned the napkin to the warlock, his face turned grim and he nodded at the big black man on the casino floor. The man raised his sleeve to his mouth and whispered something. Less than a minute later, two men approached the Latino. Jamie was horrified to see their powerful auras. They were inhuman and sinister and he couldn't bring himself to study them. Sandra beat a hasty retreat to the ladies' room. The men flanked the Latino at Sandra's table. They appeared to lead him away unresisting, but Jamie snuck a peek at the man. His aura was suddenly visible and bespoke of a great terror. The man's limbs had magical strings attached and Jamie realized he was being led against his will. He could feel the man was trying to cast spells to no avail.

Cold sweat dripped down Jamie's back. He had no idea who, or what, the two man-shaped creatures were and he had no desire to find out. He sat out the next hand as he tried to calm down some. He was about to give the signal to wrap things up slowly, when Helena turned his attention to the bar. The warlock had pointed out Rose, who had almost three million dollars in chips, and handed the waitress a drink. Jamie panicked. Either his wards had been overcome, or the casino had a habit of checking people who won big and fast. He nodded to Helena and she strode over to Rose's table. He watched intently as the drink kept coming closer and closer to an unsuspecting Rose. Finally, Helena faked losing her balance on her high heels and knocked the glass off the waitress' platter. It spilled all over Helena, plastering her skimpy dress to her form. 

Jamie let out a disgusted grunt and stood up. "Damn it, Serena," he called Helena by her fake name, "you're drunk! I'm sick and tired of you embarrassing me in public like this! We're leaving!" He stood up, folded his hand, and gathered his chips to walk over to the cashier. Helena and Sonya helped him carry his chips. Just as he got to the cashier and the man started to count his chips, Jamie felt an overwhelming supernatural attention on himself. He strained to keep a poker face on, even as his heart beat a mile a minute. Sweat beaded all over him and poured down his face in tiny trickles. The magical gaze let up and Jamie could spot the cashier returning a tiny nod to the pit manager, before handing Jamie a check with his winnings.

Jamie and the girls went out, crossed the street and anxiously waited. He had no idea what he would do if Rose got snatched in there. Rose emerged a minute later with a relieved smile on her face. "I thought you were done for," exclaimed Jamie, in relief. "What's up with Sandra?"

"She had two million when I passed her table on my way out," Rose informed them. "She signaled she'd stay a half an hour more." Everyone groaned and grumbled at that. They nervously paced up and down the sidewalk and kept glancing at the casino doors. Jamie silently prayed she would be all right. When the short haired brunette finally emerged, his knees gave out in relief. They walked away from the casino and called a cab. Jamie sniffed back tears of relief the whole ride to the bank. As long as his girls were alright, things could be fixed. He was a bit surprised to find himself so worried about them.

In the bank, everything went off without a hitch. The checks cleared and they transferred all the money to the offshore account Cyrus provided them with. They took two hundred thousand in cash, as walking around money, and retired to their suite.

Jamie hugged Sandra and Rose and then led them to the master bedroom. He massaged them and slowly took off their clothes. Helena and Sonya watched from the doorway. Sonya had one hand on her own bosom and the other was fondling Helena's. Jamie had his two witches lie back. "Relax, girls," he instructed them. He ran his hands all over their bodies. His touch was slow and exploring. The girls responded to it by sighing and writhing on the bed. He knew their bodies as well as they did and he used that knowledge to drive them mad with lust. Soon, their pussies were dripping with excitement.

Jamie had eaten his slaves out several times before, but each of those times were more about Jamie learning a skill than giving pleasure. This time, he used all of his talents, mundane and magical, to make Rose and Sandra cum. He tied their auras together, making each feel the sensations the other did. He didn't want either to feel left out. He alternated between their pussies, eating one out, while fingering the other. The sensations were added on both their pussies and the girls shrieked in ecstasy at the exact same instant, their gashes gushing love juices all over Jamie's fingers and face. "I love you, girls," he admitted to them as much as to himself. "You too," he said over his shoulder.

Helena and Sonya hugged him and reciprocated the sentiment. The girls that were still experiencing the aftershocks of the best orgasm of their young lives, grasped his hands in breathless agreement. The five of them made unhurried, tender love until the wee hours of the morning. They fell asleep in a big pile on the king-sized bed.

The next day, Jamie bought a silver BMW SUV and a powder blue Subaru at a local luxury car dealership he had found online. Sonya and he drove the cars back to the hotel, where he settled the last day's tab. The five of them left, carrying twice the luggage they came in with. They parked close to the pimp's base of operations and gathered round for a final tactical meeting.

A tall, gorgeous woman exited the pimp's place, wearing a skimpy, green dress. She had vibrant red hair, a cute face with big eyes, huge tits, narrow waist and an ass to die for, atop long, shapely legs. Jamie shook his head sadly at seeing her roped up aura, knowing she was heading off to suck cock and be sodomized by strangers. "A woman like that should be walking a runway, not the streets," he thought.

"He's alone in there," said Jamie. "We go in, stomp his ass into the ground, get him to reveal what he did to the girls, undo it and snuff the little shit. Helena, you stand watch out here. Sonya, you're inside, with us. Any thoughts? Questions?" The girls mutely agreed to the stated plan.

Jamie held up his hand to the heavy security door, two fingers extended and two crooked. He jerked his hand to the side and the door mimicked his action, sliding open. He strode in, ignoring the pimp's inquiry of, "Who's there?" and slamming him against the wall with a casual flick of his other hand.

The pimp yelped in pain and then snarled in anger. He gathered his power about him and began casting. Jamie, in the throes of his rage, could see every minute detail of the pimp's aura. He made his magic match the ripples in the bald man's aura, but with a deliberate delay. Like a phase and counterphase wave canceling each other out, Jamie's magic negated all the spells the pimp tried to cast. No matter how much power the man poured into his casting, Jamie matched him, though with escalating effort. His aura soon began to fade and Jamie felt relief.

The pimp collapsed after a few more minutes, having fired off a grand total of no successful spells. "Who the fuck are you," he inquired, wheezing.

"We, the fuck, are justice," responded an exhausted, but still very pissed off, Jamie. He gestured and Rose and Sandra both cast a spell to inflict horrible pain on the pimp. He hollered and shrieked in absolute agony. On Jamie's signal, the girls stopped and Jamie asked, "Where are the girls' voodoo dolls?"

"Their contracts," inquired the man feebly. "Fuck you, buddy! I'm not-" he resumed vocalizing his agony as the girls restored their agony spells. After a minute of flailing around uselessly, he began to gape at them and Jamie again signaled the girls to stop. "In the cupboard," he wheezed and nodded to the side. Sandra opened the indicated cupboard and found a collection of fourteen dolls. Each was wrapped up with string, bloodied and had a photo of a strange, but quite ugly woman on it. Sandra incinerated the dolls in an instant. "Noooo! What have you done?!"

"Never mind that," said Jamie, ominously, "worry about what's coming next." The pimp gaped in horror as Rose began pulling tools out of a toolbox. Jamie took up a very large monkey wrench. Rose grasped the handle of a hammer and Sandra picked up the pliers. Both girls began heating up the business ends of their implements of torture. The phone began ringing. Jamie reveled in the fear on the whimpering pimp's face. A cellphone started ringing. Sandra pulled it out of the unresisting man's pocket and checked it.

"It's one of the victims," she said, reading the number on the caller ID.

A commotion behind Jamie drew his attention. Sonya had her gun trained on the face of a short, stocky and quite ugly blonde woman that was determined to enter the pimp's lair, despite Helena trying to drag her away by the arm. He noted the woman was all but naked, her hand was clutching some tiny pieces of green fabric to her body. A tiny, red thong was dug into her thighs and looked to be ready to snap at any moment. Something about her disturbed Jamie.

The ugly woman bellowed, "Why did you cancel my contract!?" She ignored the tall blonde pulling her back, the tall brunette holding a gun to her head and the three of them standing over the pimp with tools in hand. Her desperate question was directed at the pimp on the floor.

Jamie's eyes widened as he realized the woman's aura was exactly the same as the redhead's was, except that it lacked the magical bindings. He ignored her repeated, desperate cries of "why" and asked, "Were you a gorgeous redhead a minute ago?"

She stopped wailing to look at him and seemed to finally register the presence of other people in the room. "Yes," she sobbed.

"Holy fuck," exclaimed Jamie as he began to piece it all together. "He didn't just abduct pretty women, he took," Jamie stopped himself from saying 'ugly women' and continued lamely, "the time and effort to camouflage their appearance-"

"What the fuck are you on about, you nutjob," bellowed the former redhead.

Sandra answered the pimp's cellphone and a desperate woman's shrieks were heard. She demanded to know why her contract was cancelled. Jamie addressed the former hooker, "Madam, we've saved you from sexual slavery and-"

"You cancelled my contract," she asked in shock and disbelief. When Jamie nodded, she tried to rush him, despite Helena holding her back. "I'll fucking kill you, you bastard! You've ruined me! I'm ugly again! I'll kill you, motherfucker!"

A large woman, holding a ripped coat that was way too small for her, walked into the door and gaped at the scene that greeted her. Jamie looked at her face and nearly winced. She had a pig-like snout for a nose and tiny, little beady eyes. Her body under the coat was so wide in the middle that it was practically round, and many rolls of fat were visible. "My contract," she whispered in shock. 

Jamie recognized her aura as that of the hooker he had first seen, the other night. He swallowed and asked, "Did you willingly enter into a contract with this man?"

"Yes, we did," shrieked the enraged former redhead.

"But he made you prostitute yourselves," objected Rose.

"You think we didn't want to," bellowed the woman. "I was a twenty six year old virgin! Look at me! No man wants me! They look away in disgust when they see me! I don't want that! Put it back! Put my contract back together!" She wailed wordlessly and collapsed on the floor, slipping from Helena's grasp.

"We work it off," spoke the pig-faced woman with the voice of one sentenced to death. "A year of mindless sex for a lifetime of beauty. And now it's gone. Undone. We'll have to start all over again." The woman sat on the couch and began to rock back and forth. Jamie looked at her face. She sported a thousand yard stare. He looked to the crying girl on the floor. He looked to the pimp, cowering in the corner. The woman on the other end of his cellphone was still shouting incomprehensibly. The landline kept ringing. Jamie looked to the faces of his girls. 

Finally, he said, "Let's get out of here." They left and walked to their cars. Several truly ugly, man-shaped women ran the other way, weeping and clutching tiny strips of fabric to their unappealing bodies. Jamie and his posse got in their cars and drove off.

"What now," asked Helena.

"Now we pretend this fucking day never happened," he answered.

"Good idea," she agreed. "However, I meant 'what now' in a more general sense."

"I don't truly know, Helena," he said. "There's so much I-we don't know about the world we live in. I feel that we have a lot of learning and exploration ahead of us. We'll go to a university and get an education, is what I'm thinking." Helena shot him a doubtful look. "Open the glove compartment. Cyrus sent our new identities along. These IDs have a whole backstory attached to them. There are even grades there that we can enroll with."

"This late," asked Rose in the back seat.

"We have a boatload of cash coming back to us," said Jamie, smugly, "we can enroll anywhere, anytime!" He laughed and drove out of Vegas, Sandra and Sonya following in the Subaru. "Get the walkie-talkie and turn it on. We need to talk to the other car and decide what beach we'll spend the summer on!"

Dana Moran softly knocked on the door. He cleared his throat and straightened his tie. He could hear Alice Worth cursing up a storm inside her den. He hoped it was just mundane, everyday curses, and not actual, witchy curses. Since his recruitment for Section, he found that nothing was what it seemed.

He had been top dog and sharpest tool in the shed all his life, even at Quantico. And the S.A.C. of the Houston office personally recruited him for his abductions detail, right out of the Academy. After fifteen months of distinguished service, he caught a case that was going to make his bones. He tracked down a gang of kidnappers that preferred to kill their victims, rather than ransom them. To Dana's amazement, when he drew his sidearm on them, the corpses of their victims rose up to prevent him from making his arrest. He had handled the complication and made his collar.

Dana knocked a bit more forcefully. Worth's voice couldn't be heard to pause, for even a second.

Dana had then been intercepted by agents of Section, no "The", just Section, and offered a choice. Either he would join them, or the last two days of his life would be deleted from his mind. Having just lured three "pulseless Americans" to fall down an elevator shaft, he felt the need to explore things further. A strong aversion to the very idea of having his mind wiped, by any means, sealed the deal and he joined up, right then and there. In his two months of on the job training at Section, he was thrown for a loop every five minutes. Initially, he felt like he had to unlearn all that he knew, and learn it all differently.

He had wrestled with the magical concepts and theory for weeks, before giving up. It all seemed so contradictory and volatile to him. At long last, he came to terms with the fact magic wasn't to be his purview. He wasn't there to learn magic in the first place, anyway. He was a mundane agent, mundane being the Section's term for muggle, he soon learned, and he was there to schlep for the magicians. That meant demeaning tasks at first, but once he accepted his new function in life, he soon learned his knowledge and skills weren't completely useless. He was still a competent investigator and he knew how to work people. How to get them to confess or cooperate. Magicians were also people. For all their power, their minds worked identically to those of mundanes. He could work with that.

Dana started to bang on the den door with increasing strength until, finally, the door flew open, of its own accord, to reveal a very angry looking Alice Worth, Deputy Head of the Hunting Department, sitting behind her desk. Mirrors, that were hovering in the air above the desk just moments ago, were settling down on it, with soft clicks. "What animal do you want to be for the next few weeks, Morgan," she inquired, ice in her voice. 

"Moran," he corrected, in a whisper she didn't hear. "I thought you'd like to know I finally found your daughter. But hey, I'd like to a bald headed eagle, if you please," he added sardonically. Dana was still not sure if that was meant to be an empty threat to vent frustration, or an actual one. She was a regulated witch and a report of her misdeeds would immediately find itself poking out one of The Suit's enchanted pockets. On the other hand, she was part of the Johansson clan, an extended family of almost all witches that had more than a score of agents on active duty in Section and valued family ties even above loyalty to Section. They might have a way to do it and keep out of The Suit's pocket.

Once the wrath vacated her features, Dana found her to be actually attractive. She had high cheekbones and thin lips but, unlike her daughter, she was of average height. Dana hated it when women towered over men. Her face was that of a woman ten years younger than her and her immaculate and elaborate, wavy hairstyle complimented her features considerably. "Well," she demanded, "where is she!?"

"Las Vegas," he answered, opening his laptop and setting it on her desk. She leaned in. "This is from the surveillance camera of an attack against a licensed magician that has just been filed with Section. The tall blonde in the back is your daughter."

Alice worth squinted at the stills critically, before sitting back and glaring at the young agent. "You don't have the eyesight to be a bald eagle. If you did, you'd notice that the blonde does not resemble my daughter, excepting height. These four floozies are ridiculously over endowed and my daughter possesses an athletic build." Moran thought he could hear an undertone of envy in her voice. He had to remind himself not to look at her own, modest bust, lest he incur her wrath. "I think one of those underground, burrowing animals would suit you best. A mole, or something."

Moran pressed on, "Their faces don't match, I know, but there are wards against-"

"Do not presume to teach me ward magic, Morgan," she hissed angrily.

"Moran," he whispered, again, to himself.

"Or are you thinking that my duties at Section have rendered me so far removed from my own daughter that I've forgotten what she looked like?" She held up a picture of her daughter. "See, this is her face, dilweed!" Her finger moved over the framed photograph in a way that seemed almost like a caress. "And this, below her neck, is her bust. Athletic."




A-Cup Angst Ch. 03



Moran loaded a different set of photographs on his laptop. It was a collection of photos her classmates had uploaded to social networking sites in the past month. He kicked himself mentally, even before he started, but his pride prevented him from not mocking her tone of voice. Just as he wasn't to teach her magic, she wasn't to teach him how to investigate. Particularly not a missing person's case, which this assignment was turning out to be. "This is your daughter's face," he indicated on one of the photos. His finger moved lower. "And this is her bust. Ample." Worth's mouth fell open. He displayed more photographs, all showing Helena Worth sporting her large knockers.

Dana felt a bit bad for her when he saw the emotion in Alice Worth's face. A tear rolled down her cheek. Her finger reached out to caress the image on his screen. "What have you done," she asked the picture. She cleared her throat, blinked her eyes and set her dainty jaw. "This doesn't mean anything. Just because my daughter modified her appearance..."

Finally, Dana felt like he had her attention, so he hurriedly explained, "Her cellphone stopped working at almost the exact same instant as those of her three classmates. The girl you identified as her best friend, Sonya Mitchell, also turned her cell phone off, less than five minutes later. None of them have been turned back on since. I've done some preliminary inquiring, and all five of them left their houses to go on a last hurrah before college, all on the day before we arrived here to not be greeted by your daughter at the airport. When you look at the stills of the Las Vegas attack and compare them to the images of the five kids in question, they match general descriptions. And yes, all three of the girls in question were of 'athletic' build until recently. Near as I can form a timeline from these photos, they grew a week or two after your daughter did."

Alice was in shock. She had raised her daughter better than this. How could she have fallen in with these people? It must be Mitchell's fault. She kept telling her to stop keeping company with that girl. Helena loved Sonya to a fault and kept following her lead, no matter where she led. "Attack in Vegas," she inquired, business-like. If it did turn out to be something her daughter did, she'd need to pin it all on the other four and keep her record clean. The Johansson clan had an unblemished record with Section and it simply had to stay that way.

"Full report's right here," he said, as he brought it up on the screen.

She started to read it and then asked, "Have you shared your theory with anyone else?"

"No," he said softly. "I think this is... more of a personal matter than an official one. Friends and family come first and foremost. Don't they?"

Alice could tell, by his tone of voice, that he was trying to ingratiate himself with her, whilst not being obvious. He must think himself clever and subtle. She had seen it all before, a thousand times. All the mundanes either lost it within weeks and had to have a debilitating mind wipe, or they started to try and make friends amongst magicians, hoping to gain power by proxy. She smiled. As long as he thought he was going somewhere, he'd be of use. Kicking him to the curb someday, would be the simplest thing in the world. "I agree," she said. "Let's play things close to the vest, for now. No need to share unconfirmed theories, just yet." He nodded. "Thank you, agent Moran. Please book us a flight to Las Vegas."

He left with a barely suppressed smile. She levitated a mirror. She concentrated and an image of her brother appeared on it. "Paul," she addressed the mirror, "Helena is in Vegas, I think. She's fallen in with a bad crowd and they're officially on the Section's radar."

"How can I help," inquired her brother.

"Get on those fucking useless seers and put a fireball up their collective asses," she all but screamed. "First they make the vague announcement of something new arising here and they flag it lowest priority and give no info, and then, when my scrying fails to locate Helena, they suddenly can't find her? Gimme a fucking break!" The image in the mirror grunted in agreement. "Get those vague, hazy fuckers to give me some info! Specific and hard intel, for once! And, while you're there, arrange for some of our cousins to get some time off. Get them one of the off-the-books jets and have them meet me in Vegas."

"When," he asked.

"Yesterday, Paul," she answered. "Last week would have been even better." She kept berating herself for not scrying on Helena the instant she wasn't at the airport, instead of doing the seers' bidding and searching for this new vagueness. She knew it wouldn't have made a difference, but it irked her, nonetheless. The whole point of her taking this milk run was to spend time with Helena, while dragging her feet on the search for this new whatever it was.

"You got it, sis," spoke the image in the mirror before it vanished. Alice let the mirror softly drop and delved into the report on the attack and the small file the mundane, Dana, compiled for her. The report identified the boy of the group as the primary assailant and the mage claimed his spells were dispelled before he could unleash them. He claimed his magic was being fiddled with, while still being a part of him. Only a rare breed of mages Section called Duelists could do that. If this young man turned out to be an actual Duelist mage, Section would bend over backwards to recruit him as their chief enforcer. Bringing him in would be a fine feather in her cap. A badge of honor for her clan.

Section was tasked by the Government to maintain order in the magical community and to protect vital, national interests. They were modeled after the french Directorate of Paranormal Affairs and their current incarnation harkened all the way back to the Revolutionary War. Section was headed by The Suit, a person appointed by the President. He, or she, wore an enchanted suit of clothes that made them immune to magic and concealed their identity from everyone. When a magician was licensed, they signed their license in blood and the license went into a pocket of The Suit. Senior politicians, elected officials and strategic military personnel were also required to sign on to protection by the Suit. Anytime a licensed witch made an offence, or magic was used on one of the protected personnel, a paper with the exact details would pop out of The Suit's pocket and Section would be dispatched to undo the damage, conceal magic from the mundanes and apprehend and punish those responsible. Much like the mundane police, they didn't have the manpower to undo all the wrongs that could be done if a large portion of the populace suddenly went rogue, so they actually kept the peace by means of intimidation. If they had a Duelist on the books, magical crime would all but vanish. Foreign sorcerous espionage would become a rare thing, as well.

A thorough read of the report revealed the blonde she suspected could be Helena, didn't actually participate in the attack. Mitchell wielded a gun, which was weird for a witch, even one with so little power as her, and the other two girls tortured the magician. Moran had named the girls Rose Romano and Sandra Grant. The names didn't ring a bell in her head, but the boy's suspected name did. Jamie Jacobs. She had heard that name before. She looked at the school photos and was sure she saw the boy's face before. Finally, it dawned on her. The Jacobs lived in a tiny, ugly house that was right behind hers. Their humble dwelling was a blight on the upscale neighborhood, and Alice was often tempted to use her magic to make them leave. And the boy, she remembered, was the mundane one Helena cast glamours on, when she was but a little girl. Yes, Alice had given her a stern talking to because of that. Apparently, it didn't take, and she now used the mundane boy as a front for her witch-gang.

Alice frowned. She knew the boy had no power and all the Duelist ruckus that was shaking up Section, would be for naught, except to complicate her efforts to find and help Helena, in a discreet fashion. The report indicated they didn't steal anything, they just ruined the magician's legitimate business contracts under the pretext of liberating his slaves. She huffed in frustration. So many questions and all of her many resources kept coming up empty. The victim was being flown to D.C. to be interrogated by the top echelon of Section, perhaps even The Suit itself. Her grandfather would probably be brought in on that. She had no idea how she would get the cagey, manipulative, old fart to give her the unredacted version of the testimony.

She looked in the direction of the Jacobs' house, as if she could see through the walls. She needed to pay a visit to the parents and friends of every one of these kids that apparently ran with her daughter. And she'd start with the ones that were nearest.



A-Cup Angst Ch. 04



Jamie Jacobs was sitting at the table and surfing university websites on his laptop. The cool ocean spray wafted to his nose through the open beach house windows. The cries of seagulls and the laughter of his girls could just be made out over the noise of the crashing waves. He forced himself to focus on the websites and find someplace to enroll the five of them. He had precious little time before they returned from their little frolic in the ocean and began to shower. For all his concern for the future, he was but a horny, eighteen year old boy and the four of them were gorgeous, big breasted eighteen year old girls that worshipped him.

Once their delectable bodies were naked in the shower, he would have no ability to concentrate on such a mundane matter as an education. His attention would firmly be placed on their large breasts and smooth thighs. Despite the cabin having a comprehensive cable package, he found that the girls' favorite form of entertainment was seeing which one could make him cum the fastest. Their second most favorite form of entertainment was trying to make him hard even after a five hour fucking. His magic could make him erect without a hitch, but it was a challenge, in their eyes, to keep him interested in even more sex.

He could, of course, just order them to leave him alone for an hour or so, but he strangely found himself not quite able to speak the order aloud, when it came down to it. The sounds of laughter coming from the beach did not improve his concentration, but he managed to refine his search. He was looking for a place where they could all study at the same time, and that would enroll them after a six figure donation towards its library, or something. He had always dreamed of studying robotics, and he saw no reason to give up that dream, just because he became a warlock over night.

He intended for his magically talented girls, Rose and Sandra, to study ancient languages, and maybe a few of the current, european ones, as well. Some of the more obscure volumes on magic were written in long dead languages. He suspected there might be something useful hidden in those tomes, and he wanted a first hand interpretation of the texts. The current languages would be helpful when they went to see all of Europe. He intended to do a lot of traveling after college and he thought he might even settle down somewhere in Europe, or share his time between mansions in the U.S. and overseas. The whole world was his for the taking and he wanted to keep his options open.

For Sonya and Helena, he intended pre-med and pre-law degrees, respectively. Later, they'd attend medical school and law school. A doctor and a lawyer were the ideal professions for mundane companions of his. One of them would also have to join him in flight school. He was going to buy a jet for himself when Cyrus' people returned his wealth to him, and he'd need a copilot. He was daydreaming of which airplane to buy, when Helena came in the door.

She was wearing nothing, just like the rest of the girls. They had insisted on buying some skimpy, string bikinis, but they never wore them. They said they didn't want tan lines, and they insisted that no one was going to see them on their private beach. Jamie conceded their point. There was no one around for miles.

Her long limbs were bronzed, despite having been in the Sun for only ten days, and her hair had lightened to a nearly platinum shade of blonde. Jamie found the contrast of fair hair and swarthy skin to be very erotic. Seeing his eyes eat up her figure, she smiled like the cat that got the canary. "Hmpfh," she grunted, "I'm all covered in salt from the ocean. I need a shower." Jamie watched her nipples become erect. Her ass swayed enticingly as she walked to the bathroom.

Mindlessly, Jamie followed the sight of the firm, tanned bottom walking past him. He couldn't help getting up and following her, just as he couldn't stop his cock from becoming painfully erect in his trunks. He had spent years daydreaming of her body and he was very reluctant to pass up on opportunities to fondle it, now that he had it at his disposal. She stepped out of her flip-flops and leaned into the shower cabin to start the water. Jamie crouched behind her and licked the salt off her ass cheek, eliciting a squeal of approval from the tall blonde. He kept his tongue glued to her skin as he straightened up and licked her back, all the way up to her shoulder blades. She really did taste of salt.

His arms went around her and embraced her, planting his hands on her tits. She ground her ass against him as he flicked her nipples. She groaned in approval and then turned around in his arms. They locked lips and let their tongues tickle and massage one another. Her thighs rubbed across the head of his cock and her nipples pressed against his chest like a pair of electrodes, ready to defibrillate. His hands slid down her back until they settled on her supple buttocks. He gave them a few squeezes and then slid one of his fingers into her crack. Her whole body shuddered at the tickling sensation.

He broke their kiss and bent lower to taste the salt on her nipples. She threw her head back and moaned lustily at the wild flickering of his tongue across her hard, little nubs. She yelped when he nibbled on her. She took his hands off her ass and stepped back into the shower. The water was perfect. She reached out and rubbed his cock through his trunks. Jamie enjoyed her fondling for a minute, but then grew impatient. He wanted her tight pussy shuddering around him, as always. He dropped his swim trunks and stepped into the shower with her, his hard cock bobbing wildly. She laughed in delight and threw her arms around his shoulders. They kissed each other again, only more passionately this time.

His hands ran down the backs of her thighs, tickling her and making her giggle into his mouth. He bent down slightly and grasped both her legs behind the knees. With his magic enhancing his muscles, he lifted and spread her thighs. He held her over his cock with his hands under her ass. She looked him in the eye, pleadingly. She wanted it. He smirked and slowly lowered her pussy onto his shaft. Her eyes fluttered closed and she tilted her head back as she felt his head part her engorged lips. He hissed as he kept lowering that tight, wet sheath over his cock. 

Once she was fully impaled, she began to hump herself against him. Jamie mused that there was no way he could ever hold her body up like that without magic powers, he'd lose strength and concentration as soon as she started to clench around him. Her groin made wet, slapping noises against his belly as she started humping his erect form. He bent his head lower and found he could still taste a bit of the sea on the taut skin of her breasts, despite the water running down her flesh in rivulets. Helena was getting inexorably close to climax, he could see it in her eyes. He stood still and let her use his body as a pleasuring pole. Soon, her eyes rolled back in her head and fluttered closed. She keened inaudibly and her womb contracted around Jamie's shaft. Her juices added to the liquid running down their legs. He came very close to an orgasm, himself, but he needed a bit more stimulation.

As soon as her aftershocks subsided, he pinned her to the shower wall and held her up. He started to drive his cock in and out of her pussy with quick, short strokes. The heat built up higher and higher, until he could take it no longer. He slammed all the way into her open womb and released his seed in five long, pleasurable, shuddering spurts. The feel of his climax, sent Helena into another paroxysm of ecstasy. The whole house echoed with their orgasmic cries. They looked in each other's eyes and kissed. Jamie set her legs down on the floor.

A harrumph from the doorway claimed their attention. Sandra, Sonya and Rose were standing there with their arms folded under their naked breasts. "You know," complained Rose, good-naturedly, "we've been in the ocean, too. Are you going to lick the salt off our skin as well?"

Jamie smiled and replied, "There isn't room enough in this shower for five."

Sandra pointed at Helena and complained, "She's already done!"

Jamie grinned smugly and led Helena out of the shower. As the two of them passed the pouting girls, he nodded towards the shower stall, "She's all yours, my little saltines!" He led Helena to the nearer bedroom and had her lie on the bed, still wet from the shower. She held her arms out invitingly and he pounced on her, without much preamble. He was still hard, even without sorcery. He found that four naked girls had that effect on him. His cock rubbed against her tummy as he kissed her face and neck. He nibbled on her ear and she giggled in response. Her hands roamed across his back. When she had enough teasing, she spread her legs invitingly. Jamie took a moment to aim himself into her and then slowly started to penetrate her. Helena groaned and hissed as he took his sweet time to hilt himself inside her womb. He was just as consumed by lust as she was, but he went slowly so he could enjoy the frustration showing on her face. Finally, they established a rhythm and he began slamming his hips into hers, making the bed creak loudly. Helena moaned even louder.

Wet fingers brushed against his ass, making him lose his concentration. He twisted his neck around to see Sonya smiling at him, mischievously. She was dripping wet from the shower and her hair was plastered to her head. She was drooling on one of the fingers of her other hand and she took it out of her mouth and showed it to him. Helena complained wordlessly, and Jamie continued thrusting. Sonya spread his cheeks and started to tickle his anus with her lubricated finger. Jamie was so overwhelmed with pleasure, he could not bring himself to complain at the imminent intrusion. When her finger went inside of him, he slammed as far into Helena as he could go and erupted in orgasm. Helena followed his lead and squirted her juices across their thighs. Sonya laughed in delight. They lay together in the clutches of the aftershocks of their mutual orgasm for a minute.

Sandra and Rose entered the room and admired the scene that greeted them. Rose pointed her finger at Sonya and accused, "Did you go poking your fingers where they're not supposed to be, again?"

"Yes, she did," answered Jamie. "And for that," Jamie told Sonya, "no cock for you, today!" Sonya wilted with a sigh of disappointment. "At least not directly, anyway." The girls all perked up at that. Jamie had introduced them to a new, kinky thing in the bedroom. He would tie all of their auras together and enabled them to share their excitement and pleasure. He would even tie the girls' senses together, so each could feel everything the other girls did. With but a wave of his hand, he set the spell in motion. All five of them were overwhelmed by the same feelings, three parts excitement and two parts post-coital contentment.

Sonya jumped forward and pushed him out of the way. She dove into Helena's pussy, tongue first. All four girls felt what Helena did and Sonya soon brought her to the very brink of orgasm to keep her there, until she felt like releasing her. Helena writhed on the bed to get some relief, but Sonya held her down. Jamie was also feeling a huge orgasm brewing in his balls, that were starting to descend, laden with cream. He groped Sandra's tits and all four girls moaned the exact same moan of delight, only Sonya's was muffled by Helena's crotch.

Rose, eager for attention, clasped her fingers around Jamie's cock and gently turned him to face her. She sat on the bed, lay back, and spread her thighs, revealing her hairless pussy to him. He gave Sandra's big tits a playful, parting squeeze, and knelt beside the bed, to pay attention to Rose's pussy. He sniffed her flower, before reaching out with his tongue and tasting the dew assembled there. She was already writhing in the pre-orgasmic heat Sonya was stoking in Helena's pussy. Jamie's lips clamped down on her outer lips, sucking them away from her. His tongue ventured out and teased her slit. He licked all over, before concentrating on her clit. He wanted to make Rose cum at the same time as Sonya made Helena cum, so the pleasure would be doubled for all five of them.

Sandra put her small, soft hands on the insides of his thighs and gently, but insistently, pushed for them to open. Jamie groaned a wordless complaint, but finally spread his thighs. Sandra wiggled herself between them and grasped his hard shaft. Her tongue ran across the head of his cock for a minute, before she went ahead and sucked it into her mouth. She started working more and more of him into her mouth, until he was banging against her soft palate, at the back of her throat. She started swallowing and he knew he had only moments before he would lose it. All the girls felt it, and Helena almost wept in joy at the imminent release. He sucked Rose's clit in his mouth and began to tickle it wildly with the tip of his tongue. His touch was perfected by practice and the ability to feel her arousal drop, if he did it wrong, and her whole body seized up as she started seeing flashes of light across her eyelids.

The five of them came at the same instant, their bodies clenching and unclenching in orgasmic delight. Helena and Rose screamed loudly as their pussies lifted off of the bed to press into the mouths of their tormentors. Sonya and Jamie's cries were muffled by those pussies. Sandra's mouth was rapidly being filled up by Jamie's sperm that was shooting out of his shaft incessantly. She swallowed as best she could in the throes of orgasm. Her arms and legs were flailing around helplessly. Jamie's whole body was thrusting on autopilot, as well. As soon as his mind was blanked by the orgasm, his restraint vanished and his cock penetrated into Sandra's throat. The sperm that was still shooting from his shaft went down her esophagus and caused her airway to shut firmly. Her stomach would have started heaving, had it not been shuddering in orgasm already. The cum that had accumulated in her mouth started to seep down her throat as well, even as it dribbled out of her gasping lips. Her lungs screamed for oxygen, but her body was disabled by pleasure.

Finally, as Jamie passed out, their auras came loose and Sandra's self preservation took over and threw her head back, making his softening shaft slip out of her throat. She twisted her neck frantically, and Rose, who had felt her distress through the spell, shoved Jamie, so his body stopped pinning down Sandra's, and his cock slipped out of her mouth. She swallowed frantically and managed to gulp air into her lungs at long last. She rolled over to the side and passed out, her face, neck and breasts covered by Jamie's cum. Rose and Sonya managed to swoop down to check on her, despite their own bodies shuddering in aftershocks. For a moment there, they had been worried she would choke to death on Jamie's sperm. 

They kissed and took stock of the room's occupants. They were the only two still awake, Helena had passed out with pleasure, as well. Their mouths twisted into naughty grins and they licked his seed off Sandra's skin and snowballed it between themselves. Rose told Sonya, "We need to make sure the next time he does this, there isn't one of us with her throat stuck between his cock, shooting off a supermassive load, and the side of a bed." Sonya nodded in agreement. Finally, they decided to start lunch. When the rest woke up, they'd be ravenous.

Jamie came to and reluctantly blinked his eyes open. As usual, experiencing a female strength orgasm through his male brain left him consumed with the most delightful exhaustion. He stretched his protesting limbs and realized he was sitting up against the wardrobe, next to the bed. Sandra smiled up at him from the floor in front of his legs. He suddenly remembered a tiny sensation of panic that had tried to punch through the haze of ecstasy before he passed out. "Are you alright," he asked in genuine concern.

"Yes," she nodded. "I'm perfectly fine. Even better than fine. I just learned not to wrap my lips around your cock when you come like that."

"Yeah," he agreed. He found the idea of drowning a girl with his cum a bit unnerving. He smelled something nice coming from the kitchen. "I'm hungry. You hungry?" When she nodded, he said, "Let's go see what's for lunch, I think I smell stake." He helped her up and they joined the rest of the girls that were setting up the table.

It was a steak lunch, with a side of baked potatoes and dill sauce. The entree was some pasta in a mushroom sauce. They all had their fill and Sandra asked, "What's for dessert?"

Sonya smiled as she and Rose cleared the plates. "Pussy with whipped cream and assorted fruit toppings," she said. "Stay seated, Rose and I will get the cream and toppings."

Helena got up and went to the bathroom. Coming back out, she took a glance at the smartphone Cyrus had given to Jamie. In ten more days, they'd receive the money they made in Vegas on Jamie's new identity's bank account, but she often checked it to see if anything had happened back home. There was a new message notification on the phone. She ran the decryption on the message and read the actual content. She gasped in shock and fright.

Sandra sat on Jamie's placemat with her legs spread. "Let's see if I can almost drown you, this time," she teased. Jamie laughed. Sonya started to apply whipped cream to Sandra's crotch. Helena entered the room and handed Jamie the phone, without a word. Jamie frowned at her interruption, but she just stood there, mute and ashen-faced.

"Well," he asked, "What is it?"

"Your mother has been arrested under suspicion of narcotics trafficking," she informed him. Jamie gaped at her in disbelief.

Rose shook her head, saying, "There's no way Mrs. Jacobs is a drug dealer!"

"It gets worse," whispered Helena.

"What do you mean," asked Sandra.

"Jamie's parents have been deemed unfit and his sister is taken into foster care," Helena said, sadly. Jamie looked down at the phone and read Cyrus' brief message for himself. That's exactly what the message read. His temples began throbbing in a rising rhythm that threatened to drown out all sound. He remembered, from some of the movies he saw, that people who got arrested and taken to jail had to strip naked, have their bodily cavities searched and were then washed with a hose. If someone did that to his mom, Jamie was going to strangle them to death with their own intestines. He dared not think on what kind of sick fuck might have gotten his mitts on his baby sister. He feared he'd literally explode, if he did. Rage consumed him.

"Jamie," said Rose, contritely, "I'm so sorry, I had no idea your mom was a drug dealer. This must be such a shock to you."

"The fuck are you on about, bitch," snarled Jamie. "My mom's not a drug dealer! This whole thing is a setup, isn't it," he asked of a guilty looking Helena. "This is your mom's doing! Section has had my mother arrested, hasn't it?!" Helena mutely nodded. "I will kill them all!" Sandra quietly got up and left his immediate vicinity. "I'll fucking drown them in their own goddamned blood! Where's the fucking laptop, I need the first flight home!"

Helena all but panicked at the thought of Jamie walking blindly into a trap that her mother must have set up for him. She needed to buy time for him to cool down and think. "No," she exclaimed, "don't, Jamie, please!" When Jamie snarled, she continued, "Take the cars!" Jamie paused. "You've warded them to hell and back. They're warded against theft and scrying, and you've even enchanted them to be bulletproof and deathproof and they can change colors and the appearance of the license plates..." She trailed off when she saw Jamie raise his hand. He considered it for a long moment. 




A-Cup Angst Ch. 04



Bringing the cars would be a tactical advantage for them, especially since they already invested so much power into improving them. On the other hand, he wanted to bathe in the blood of those that went after his family, and driving back to their hometown would take two whole days if they drove non-stop, taking the wheel in shifts. He needed to get there and fix things. 

The girls added their agreement with Helena's idea of bringing the cars, so Jamie folded. "Alright," he nodded, "we'll drive there. Pack what we'll need, we leave in fifteen minutes, and we'll only stop for bathroom breaks."

Helena heaved a big sigh of relief and then hurried along with the girls to pack some clothes and provisions for the road trip. In less than fifteen minutes, they were dressed, their bags were loaded into the cars and one big cooler, with drinks and ready to eat food, was placed in either car. The cabin was locked and shuttered up. They had paid for the whole summer in advance, and no one would be there until September. Jamie ordered Rose to drive the Subaru and Sandra to drive the BMW. He had Sonya and Helena sit in the back of the Subaru and put them to sleep with his power. He, himself, sat in the back seat of the BMW and scryed to see where his family was. He detected his father at their house and his mother at the county jail. His sister was nowhere to be found.

He sat back and sighed heavily. That confirmed it. Government witches had a hold of his baby sister in some warded location. He sent a text to Cyrus, asking him to find out exactly where his sister had been placed. Then he began thumbing through the volumes of magic the girls had brought with them when they left their home town. He tried to let his instincts guide him through the tomes in his frantic search for some secret combat spell that would allow him to stomp his enemies and burn them to ash. He had no luck. His Jedi-like senses kept quiet and no spell, or written advice, popped out to give him hope. He was going into a den of hungry lions, and he was totally unarmed. All he had was his anger, but anger didn't win battles, weapons did.

He rubbed his tired eyes and sighed in frustration. He needed to cool down and think things through. He needed to come up with a way to defeat all these witches that were lying in wait for him. He needed to do so many things, and he had no idea how he would accomplish any of them. Long after nightfall, they made another bathroom break and he woke Sonya and Helena, instructing them to take over the driving. He went to sleep in the back of the BMW, with the books. Rose and Sandra hugged one another and lightly dozed in the back of the Subaru.

After Jamie was fast asleep, snoring loudly, Helena turned on the walkie-talkie and whispered a hail at Sonya. She received no reply and tried again, whispering a bit louder. After a few more attempts, Sonya finally answered, demanding to know what's up.

"We need to slow down, that's what's up," insisted Helena, in a whisper.

"What do you mean," inquired Sonya. "Is there something wrong with your car?"

"Yes," answered Helena, "yes there is. Pull over!" They stopped their cars, Helena taking extra care to not wake Jamie with any sudden noise or deceleration. She got out and walked over to Sonya who was shining a flashlight at the BMW, trying to determine the cause of the stop. "Stop shining that thing around," hissed Helena, in a loud whisper. "Get over here!" She dragged a confused Sonya away from the cars. "Are the girls still asleep?" When Sonya nodded, she rolled her eyes and went over to the Subaru. She woke the witches up and got them to quietly come out of the car and walk a short distance away.

"What the hell is going on," demanded a bewildered Rose.

"Shush, you," admonished Helena. "You'll wake Jamie. Listen up, we need to stall this little road trip of ours and buy as much time for Jamie as we can."

"Uh, no," countered Sandra. "He wants us to get back home as quickly as we can, so why are you stalling here?" All the girls looked at Helena in an accusatory manner.

"Look," she said, "you all have standing orders to protect him above all else, don't you?" The girls nodded, but remained hostile. "Right now, he's rushing headlong into danger. Potentially mortal danger. Even if he survives, he'll be imprisoned and we'll never see him again."

"You can't know that," protested Sandra.

"Look," Rose stepped to Helena and looked up at her face, "we let you be the leader of our little gang way back when, even if you were the least powerful of us, because you had the cool books and you knew where we could find more. But that was way back then. This is now. We're Jamie's and Jamie wants home as quick as we can. Besides, Sandra's right. You can't possibly know there's danger awaiting him."

"No, I can't," conceded Helena. "But my gut tells me it's so. My family is made up of almost all witches and my mom has probably got them all riled up and wanting blood."

"Why," asked Rose.

"She's a competent investigator, and so are some of my aunts, uncles and cousins," explained Helena, "and even if they weren't, Section recruits normal investigators to supplement their magicians."

"No," explained Rose, "I meant, why would your family want blood?"

Helena rolled her eyes. "Because," she stopped herself from shouting, "my mom probably figured out that Jamie took us as slaves."

"But he was justified in doing that," protested Rose. "We hurt him first!"

"Yes," Helena agreed, "but my mom and the rest of my family will never agree to that. I don't know what they're thinking, or what they do and do not know, but if they figured out that Jamie owns us all, then they're going to fucking kill him on sight. I can guarantee you that!"

"We won't let them," Sandra insisted, angrily.

"What's with this 'we' shit, blue eyes," Helena asked her. "At last count, only the two of you were witches and your powers combined come up to Jamie's. My family is going to have, like, dozens of experienced and powerful witches lying in wait, with traps in place and who knows what else. All three of you are going to be defeated in no time at all." A pall of dread descended on all the girls as they realized what Helena was saying made sense. "Now, we need to stall this trip as much as we can and the two of you," she gestured at Rose and Sandra, "need to come up with some way to protect Jamie."

"We can't stall this trip," complained Sandra, "Jamie has ordered us to never lie to him."

"I'm not asking you to lie," Helena said, "I'm just asking you to interpret the truth in a way that buys us the most time to think of something, alright?" The girls quietly agreed with what she said and decided to help her keep Jamie out of peril. Sandra used her power to puncture one tire on each car and the four of them took their time breaking out the jacks and spare tires. Well over an hour later, they resumed their drive. Rose and Sandra went back to sleep and Sonya followed Helena's slow pace.

Jamie was angry when he woke up in the morning and found that they had covered less than two hundred miles during the whole night. When they pulled over for a bathroom break, Helena showed him the tires and began tearing up as she told him how scared she was, driving all night in the dark, fearing another tire might puncture and send them all to their deaths. Jamie rolled his eyes and huffed in anger. He was heading off to rescue his family and spill a river of blood, if need be, and his only allies were scared of driving faster than a run. He had been plagued by nightmares the whole night and he had no energy to deal with this crap, so he let the matter drop and ordered them to change drivers. He took the wheel of the BMW X5 and set a fast pace as he drove to the nearest town that would have a tire shop.

They didn't have the appropriate size tires, so he paid for the punctured tires to be mended, while his girls went to a diner for a home-cooked meal. When he joined them, he had the distinct impression they had been conversing discreetly about something and stopped when they saw him enter. He shook his head and dismissed his impression as a result of being too wired to think straight.

Their brief meal was coming to a close when Helena asked, "So, what's our plan of attack, Jamie?"

Jamie stabbed the last of his food around on the plate and muttered, "I don't know, yet," before depositing it in his mouth.

"Well," needled Helena, "shouldn't you have a plan of attack, before you go and, you know, attack?" Jamie glared at her as he chewed, and she shut up.

He held up his phone. "I got another text from Cyrus, just now," he said. "My sister's guardians are Martin and Jessica Johansson. Know them," he asked Helena.

"Yes," she replied, "they're my mom's cousins. They live just three blocks from our house. This is bad news, Jamie. It means my family is against you. They probably know what's happened between us and want your head on a platter."

"How could they know," he asked.

"Well," Helena spoke reluctantly, "I was never privy to their real business, but I imagine, from what I had read of our books, that they can spot the charms we left in the minds of our families back home. They probably spelled them all to tell them everything they can remember of our interactions, and pieced together an idea of our situation."

Rose chimed in with, "I don't think that's the case. We were all very careful not to reveal the true nature of our relationship with you. All they could possibly know is that the five of us have been running around together and might be up to some mischief. I don't think they know everything. Not really."

"Yeah, I wish that were true," said Helena, "but why is Jamie's family the one that's being torn apart? All our families are untouched. My mom knew, for a fact, that you weren't born with magic and if she suspects you might have it now, she wouldn't like it. If she knows the truth about us, she'll have reported it to Section and you'll be executed on sight by their chief enforcers. They have a zero tolerance for slavers."

The word "slaver" gripped Jamie's insides in waves of nausea. He gaped at her in shock as he stammered, "I only did what's... I mean, this is preposterous! You girls hanged yourselves, and, and, I..."

Helena gave him a reassuring hug and said, "I know Jamie. We all do. But here's the thing; if they don't know the truth, if all they have is suspicions, then there could be just a few members of my extended family, baiting you to come home so they can capture you and find out the truth."

"I'm as good as dead if that happens," complained an ashen-faced Jamie.

"We need to find out," declared Sandra. "We need to do some reconnaissance, before we go in, guns blazing." The girls agreed with her and Jamie lowered his face to his hands. He groaned in frustration.

Finally, he wiped his face with his hand. His features were set in a grimace of rage. "Wait for me at the cars," he instructed. "I need to go for a walk." He strolled all over the one-horse town, desperate for an idea or some insight. Nothing feasible came to mind. In desperation, he went into the only jewelry store in town and bought some jewelry. He decided to try and make some kind of ward that would make him resistant to the magic of others, if that was at all possible. He didn't know what he was doing, but he knew he had to think of something and fast.

They drove out of the town and into a nearby forest. They parked by a large, untouched meadow. He sat down, cross-legged, and invited Rose and Sandra to join him. They sat down in a circle, knees touching, in the shadow of a large oak tree. Sonya and Helena were to stand watch over them. Jamie felt decidedly silly, sitting on the ground in the middle of nowhere, with no clue as to what he was doing, but he had to try. He was desperate for some kind of advantage against Section and its agents.

He was going to let his instincts guide him. He tied the auras of his witches to his, and linked up their magics, just like they did when they cast their wards. He ordered them to follow his lead, wherever it might take them. They complied and he felt their minds open up to him, awaiting any input. He sat in the same position and let his need and rage guide him until he lost all track of time and space. His brain began shutting out all the input from his senses, and he found himself in a completely unknown place. He could touch nothing, see nothing and hear nothing. The only thought that came to him was that he was inside himself. In a deep and hidden place, he thought the question of how to gain more power. He answered his own, wordless question, with an image of a pair of drawings.

Jamie went from the deep place inside himself and ventured into the girls that were sitting with him. He became one with their minds, and their minds thought his thoughts. He resisted the idea of explaining things and just projected the image of the drawings. He shaped the magics of all three of them in the exact same way and he reached into one of his pockets with Sandra's hand and retrieved a gold ring. Acting on subconscious instinct, Jamie held out his ring finger, and Sandra's hand slipped the ring on. A pair of tiny, intricate drawings inscribed themselves on opposite sides of the inside of the ring. All the power the three of them had, went out and joined with those drawings. An incredible rush of jumbled sensations overwhelmed the three witches. Their power faded, severing the link between them, and they fell back to breathe deep and cough.

Helena and Sonya stood over the trio. Jamie was the first to catch his breath and ask, "How long were we out?" He felt like his magic was gone. It wasn't like the old days, when he didn't know how to use it, it was like it was all drained from him. He felt, more than knew, that it would come back to him after a good night's rest.

Helena checked her wristwatch and said, "Five and a half minutes."

"What," asked Jamie in disbelief. "Are you sure?!" When Helena and Sonya both nodded and showed him their watches, he was stunned. It had felt like he was casting for hours. If they had told him it had been five hours, he'd believe them. If they told him it was five and a half days, he'd agree, right off the bat. "Five and a half minutes," he whispered incredulously. Rose and Sandra sat up and looked at him in awe. "Are you two all right?"

They nodded with goofy smiles and Rose said, "More than alright. You just possessed us! I've never even read about anything like that before!"

Jamie's brow drew down incredulously. "I didn't... possess you, I," Jamie's protest trailed off.

"Yeah, you did," said a dopey-grinned Sandra. "And it was awesome!" Rose giggled in agreement. "You drained us of all our power. What did you do with it?"

"Wait a minute, he possessed you," asked Helena.

"Oh, yeah," affirmed Rose. "And it was amazing! It was like we became you. We felt all of your feelings, we thought your thoughts, it was spectacular. You know, I'm beginning to get this whole Jedi, use-the-Force, feel-it-in-your-gut, don't-mind-the-old-books, thing." Sandra nodded along. "But seriously, what did you do with all our magic. I'm so drained, I couldn't so much as light a cigarette right now."

Jamie had no idea himself, until his attention was drawn to the ring on his ring finger. Two thin, ethereal tendrils of pure sorcerous power snaked out of the drawings on the inside of the ring and extended to just beside him. His gaze followed them and he beheld a Jamie-shaped ethereal figure made of pure sorcery, floating right next to him. All Jamie understood of magic told him this stunning display of sorcerous power hovering next to him should dissipate into nothingness without a body and soul to maintain it. Yet, the Jamie-shaped thing just hung there peacefully. It smiled at him, wearing his own face and smile, and he grinned back. It possessed the same beauty and perfection as did all the wards Jamie and the girls cast on their talismans and cars. The Jamie next to him communicated in images and thoughts and Jamie immediately understood.

"Ok," he spoke to the girls, "I know what I did with all our magic. I invested it in a pair of drawings that are on the inside of this ring. The drawings shaped it into a sort of sorcerous spirit that is me, but not me, at the same time. It's like a stored spell slot in the Dungeons & Dragons games." Sandra and Rose, now familiar with every concept he was familiar with, nodded sagely, while Helena just regarded him with a look that screamed "What the fuck is he on about?!"

"I get it," said Rose. "It's like you stored all the power we had on this day, so you can use it instantly at a later moment of your choosing. How much power can you store like that?"

Jamie regarded the unseen spirit next to him for a long time, before replying, "Well, this is something completely new, so I'm not certain. I do know that I can't do this on my own. This," he faltered for words, "spirit Jamie can only be made by someone who is wielding male and female magic at the same time, so I can only do this when I'm linked up with the two of you, like we just were. And no, I don't think that either of you can store spirit Roses or Sandras. The male and female power have to be of equal strength, like they are when I'm on one side of the equation, and the two of you are on the other."

"So," asked Rose, "How many can you store in the ring?"

Jamie cleared his mind and let his instincts and the spirit next to him guide his conscious mind to the answers. "Five pairs of drawings can be inscribed, next to one another, on the inside of the ring," he slowly said.

"What about the outside," asked Sandra.

"Eh," he grunted, "I'd rather not inscribe the drawings on the outside. I'd prefer to keep this to myself, as a secret weapon. Don't want anyone to copy it just yet. But I get your meaning, I could just fit six pairs of drawings on the outside."

"Okay," said Helena happily, "so you get five stored spells per ring, ten rings on your fingers, woo-hoo! Wholesale ass kicking on command! Am I right, or what?"

Jamie shook his head uncertainly, before he started talking, "No. No, the spirits remain stable only for as long as they are connected to my heartbeat. I can only store them in a ring that I keep on my ring finger, cause there are blood vessels that run straight to the heart from there. If I was to ever remove the ring from my finger, or my heart stopped beating for more than a few seconds, the spirit would dissipate instantly, and all the power invested would go to waste."

"Can't you just put more than one ring on your finger, or a very wide ring that could be inscribed with, like, a hundred drawings in several rows," asked Helena.

Jamie shook his head no, after much internal deliberation. "The drawings have to be arranged in one, single circle around my finger," he said. "One physical circle that acts as an anchor for the self-looping power."

"So if you had thicker fingers, you could wield more power," asked Helena. "Seems like a gyp. Can't you make the drawings even smaller?"

"No, dude, they're complicated enough as they are" complained Jamie, shaking his head. "I just created something new and unprecedented! I almost literally pulled it out of my ass and this is the respect I get?"

Helena laughed. "Well, shit," she jokingly complained, "here I thought you'd become all-powerful, or something, and now you say there are all these limits. You do know how to disappoint a girl." Jamie chuckled. "How soon before you can store another spirit, or spell, or whatever?"

"Oh," groaned Jamie as he stood up, "At least another full day. This was exhausting. Also, I don't feel like it's just a spell I've stored. It's like there's a whole warlock just waiting to be unleashed at my command, and in any way I'd need it to be. It just feels awesome." He helped Rose and Sandra to their feet.




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"Sounds stupid," complained Sonya. "Super spirit magic Jamie, or whatever you call it, and it can be dispelled by the ring not being the right size."

Jamie hugged Sonya and they all walked to their cars. "Sonya, my dear," he spoke sagely, "I've learned one thing about magic, and that is that it all has to be balanced. The mightier the power one wields, the smaller the effort to lose it is required. Besides," he held up his hand, displaying the ring, "this is perfectly sized for my artistic fingers. Rose! Sandra! Can you see the power in the ring?" The witches shook their heads no. Jamie instructed them to get in the warded BMW with him and he took off his silver and leather dog tags necklace. "What about now?"

Their eyes went wide as they gasped in delight. "It's beautiful," exclaimed Sandra.

"Yeah," Rose agreed, breathless in wonder. "It's like a guardian angel coming out of your ring."

Jamie smirked at the description. "Ok, get out of the car," he ordered them, "we have a trip to continue." He put his necklace back on and looked to the right ring finger where he'd put another gold ring tomorrow. "Shit," he thought to himself, "I'm accumulating bling at such a rate I'm going to look like a white rapper by the middle of next week." He sank back in the seat and giggled tiredly.

Rose and Sandra sat in the back of the Subaru that Sonya resumed driving. Helena drove the BMW, while Jamie sat in the front seat, next to her. They were going to drive all day and then find a bed to sleep in for the night. Jamie watched Helena concentrate on the road and following the Subaru in front of her. They drove in silence and he could see the girls in the back seat of the car in front of them playing road games.

At long last, he cleared his throat. "You know," he faltered, looking for a way to express himself. "When I was screaming back there about, um, drowning your family in rivers of their own blood, I..."

"I get it," she simply said. "You were caught off-guard, and angry and you were just venting steam. I get that. I know you'd never do something like that."

Jamie smiled in relief. "Ok," he nodded. "I'm glad you got that, but I'm still a little embarrassed about the whole thing."

"It's cool," she insisted. "You know the girls and I are cool with anything you say."

It then struck him that he would never be in a truly loving relationship with his girls. They'd never try to get him to improve or become a better man, which, in his mind, true love was all about. Inspiring you to become the best you could be. He shrugged to himself and decided to make peace with it. "You enslave people, you get slaves," he thought to himself. "Anyway," he spoke aloud, "I'm still sorry for upsetting you like that. Talking about offing your family and all that." Helena accepted his apology with a radiant smile.

"Still, when we get back home," Jamie said, "it'll come down to you to fix this mess."

"How so," she asked, business-like.

"Either you get your family to stop persecuting mine, or I'm going to," he said, menacingly. "And I'll give you a hint, I won't be negotiating. I'm a kid whose family got snatched and I'm pissed off. I will not be the one that backs down in this little conflict that's brewing. If push comes to shove, I'll be the one doing the fucking shoving!"

"I understand, Jamie," she softly said. "I'll do my best to make them see reason."

"That's all I want," he said.

For the next three days, they drove all day, taking turns behind the wheel, and spent the night in nondescript motels along the way. Each evening, the three casters would sit together and store another sorcerous spirit in drawings inscribed on the inside of Jamie's rings.

Four of them spoke to Jamie, two from the ring on his left and two from the ring on his right hand, warning him of dangers untold in the house he was staking out. Their return to their home town was unmarked by anyone, as they had hoped. His BMW SUV was parked down the street from the house of Martin and Jessica Johansson, who were recently named the legal guardians of his baby sister. Rose and Sandra were in the Subaru, parked in the alley behind the house. He brought the walkie-talkie to his lips and asked, "Anything?"

Rose's voice came on the machine saying, "Both Sandra and I feel a really bad feeling about this. Can't pinpoint it, just yet, but... let's just say that going in there would be a bad idea." Jamie grunted. He figured as much. "Sonya's coming back! Wait one!"

"Put her on the line," Jamie instructed.

After a few more seconds, Sonya's voice came through, "I don't think she's in there. I went through the whole garbage and there is absolutely nothing to indicate that a middle school girl is living there."

"Fuck," Jamie swore as he punched the steering wheel. "Copy that," he said into the walkie. "Maintain surveillance." He turned to Helena in the passenger seat and asked, "Any more bright ideas?"

She shook her head, sadly, before saying, "We just have to wait, Jamie. I know it's hard for you, but we've got to know what we're dealing with before we do anything." Jamie heaved a great sigh of frustration. Scrying was useless. No matter how hard he and the girls had tried, they just couldn't penetrate through the wards concealing his sister. He had no idea if she was in the house or not. He wanted to bust in and duke it out with whomever, or whatever was in there, but he didn't want to waste what little stuff he had in the bag by storming the wrong place.

They spent hours just sitting and watching the place. Their cars were warded to make them seem mundane and not worth a second look, so they felt comfortable despite being rather blatant in their surveillance. Just after noon had passed, the garage door opened. "Heads up," called Helena. She lifted her binoculars and watched the two cars that drove out into the street. As they drove right past them, she lowered the binoculars and gaped at the two drivers. "That's my aunt Mathilda and my cousin Steve! We should follow them!"

Jamie had already turned over the engine and rolled out to make a u-turn and begin pursuit. "Get the girls to come along with us," he instructed, handing her the walkie-talkie. They followed the two cars through the town, playing leapfrog with them. One car would follow at a distance, while another drove on a parallel street. Then that car would change color and take the first car's place, while it drove out of sight to change color, before resuming its position. It was probably overkill, considering their wards, but Jamie insisted. When they got out of town, the Subaru went ahead of the cars, while the SUV followed from behind. They were en route to the local airport.

They parked a small distance away, where they could see what the two people were doing. They dared not exit their cars, lest they be spotted.

A small jet landed and then taxied to an apron away from the terminals. Helena took a good, long, hard look with the binoculars and named the six relatives of hers that got out of the plane and stowed their luggage into the cars' trunks. Jamie took a look and saw that all eight of her relatives had obscured auras. "Great, eight more hostile witches," he remarked with sarcasm. "How many witches are there in your family, anyway!?"

Helena thought for a moment before replying, "Almost thirty."

"And they all work for Section," he remarked, with fake enthusiasm.

"No," she said, teasingly. "Some of us are still too young to be recruited." 

"Hardy, har har," he deadpanned.

They followed the Johansson expedition back into town where they surprised Jamie by driving past the house they drove from and continued onward. Finally, they parked at Helena's house, where they were greeted by her mother, Alice. Another car drove up from the opposite direction and parked in front of the house. Helena identified three more of her kin that exited that vehicle and began unloading supplies and groceries.

"Super," said Jamie. "There's a dozen of 'em." He took a look at his four Jamies. "I'm gonna need more Jamies." The Worth residence filled his heart with the same amount of dread as did the Johansson one. Alice had been changing the place since they left. He took out his smartphone and texted Cyrus. The reply came in less than a minute. "We're going to Cyrus' place, tell the girls," he instructed her as he pulled out to drive past the people hugging each other in front of her house.

"Didn't you say you needed to disappear a few weeks ago," Cyrus jabbed as he gave Jamie a big, welcoming hug.

"Oh, how could I stay away," was Jamie's droll reply.

"Come in, come in," Cyrus called to the five of them, eating up Jamie's girlfriends with his eyes. "Come inside, make yourselves at home. Please." He led them to the living room and offered them refreshments. As he was pouring the drink orders, he said, "Listen, dude, about the money. It'll start to be transferred to your new identity's account in a few days. You'll have all of it by the end of the week. Minus our fee, of course." Jamie nodded in agreement. "However, I've been told by the higher ups that we will not be doing any more business with you, like, ever again, dude. I'm sorry."

"Why," Jamie asked, insulted.

"Allegedly," Cyrus said, "our entire operation came under intense scrutiny, according to my bosses. They said that no matter the cut you give them, or how much cash it is, it is not worth the risk."

Helena tapped Jamie's thigh and they shared a brief look of panic, before Cyrus continued, "I've already checked in on the Vegas bank where you cashed in your winnings, and no one's been there to ask any questions. As far as I can tell, no one has a clue of our operation or the route your money took. So I don't get what my superiors said about risk and scrutiny."

Jamie heaved a sigh. If there had been no people asking around, then there must have been witches scrying around, and Cyrus' bosses must have had witches on their payroll, as well, to be able to detect the attention. "Fuck me," Jamie thought to himself. "Does everyone and their mother have a freaking witch on the payroll?" Government witches, casino witches, independent witches, mob witches, the list was getting ridiculously long. He found himself thinking that any day now, witches would come packaged with TV dinners. You'd open the package, and out would pop a witch to heat it up for you, and maybe conjure up some candles, a checkered tablecloth and a string quartet, for mood.

Cyrus' voice roused him from his rumination, "What can I do for you, lovely ladies?"

"We need some surveillance," Rose was the first to speak up.

Cyrus threw up his hands and cut her off with a resounding, "No! Maybe you haven't been hearing well lately, but I'm under strict instructions to not get involved with Jamie's business anymore." The girls pleaded and all but begged for even the tiniest, little bit of help. They offered money, but Cyrus was adamant. "Jamie, dude, come on! I can't go against my bosses."

Jamie briefly considered using his magic on Cyrus' mind to get him to cooperate, but he quickly decided against it. He may have wound up saddled with three slaves and a perfect lover, but he was definitely not going to violate a friend's mind. He told the girls to cool off and apologized for their behavior. An uncomfortable silence ensued. Jamie asked to use the bathroom and left the room. Helena had seen the look in his eyes. It was one part rage, one part desperation and two parts resignation. She knew him well enough to tell that he was planning to attack her house and let the chips fall where they may. She leaned over to Sonya and whispered, "Follow my lead."

Cyrus was on his recliner and unhappily sipping his drink when Helena stood before him and leaned down. His field of vision was filled with her delectable mounds of boob flesh. "Oh Cyrus, you're a stand up guy, aren't you," she asked, softly. Cyrus was too entranced by her tits to reply. "You are a kind and giving man, aren't you?" Sonya pulled down her own top to expose the upper halves of her breasts and sat on the armrest of his chair. She leaned in to him, pressing her tits against his shoulder. "You wouldn't put girls like us out on the street, would you?" Cyrus adjusted his position on the seat as his cock was beginning to strain against his jeans. "Not when we could be sleeping under your roof."

Cyrus' attention was split evenly between the two beauties and he just grunted in response. Helena's silky, blonde hair spilled down her shoulders to frame her cleavage in a lovely, golden halo. Her lips were curled in a sexy smile as she asked him, suggestively, "You're a big man, aren't you? Very big. You can give so much to a girl, can't you?"

She adjusted her position and two pairs of breasts pressed firmly into his shoulder and pectoral muscle on either side. Their faces, sporting seductive smiles, danced right beside his cheeks. He was so overwhelmed, he felt certain he was asked to share his big cock with the two beauties. Memories of their cries of lust from the porn shoots floated around his brain. His cock was now painfully hard.

"You want us, don't you," Helena asked as her hair tickled his cheek, filling his nostrils with her perfume. Sonya mirrored all of her actions.

Cyrus' throat went dry as he felt the heat of their boobs penetrate through his shirt and make his chest sweat. "Yes," he whispered.

"You want to make us happy," said Helena.

Cyrus felt two pairs of nipples press into his skin and moaned in appreciation. "Yes," he hissed in delight.

"You want to help us," suggested Helena, as she and Sonya started to run their hands over Cyrus' thighs.

"Oh, yes," exclaimed Cyrus.

The girls rubbed themselves against him and Helena plaintively asked, "What do you want us to do?"

Cyrus thought he'd pop off right then and there. His cock was aching for release. As embarrassing as it would be, he wanted to come in his shorts. All he needed was for their hands to rub a bit more north. "Yeah," he croaked. He swallowed and kept staring at Sonya's boobs, squished against him. "Keep going!"

"Are you going to help us," asked Sonya, plaintively.

"What are you going to do," asked Helena, breathlessly.

Their hands were rubbing closer and closer to his cock, and they were not moving away. He groaned and heaved big, deep breaths. Their breaths felt hot against his chin. "I'm going to help you," he said, firmly.

"Tell us," Helena breathed into his ear. Sonya's nose rubbed lightly over his, making his mouth fall open and let out some drool. "Tell us what you're going to do for us."

The girls' hands crept ever so close to his cock and began to rub the tops of his thighs in a furious rhythm. Cyrus couldn't move. All he knew was that there were big tits and stroking hands, and he was supposed to say the magic words and the keys to bliss would be his. His brain shut off and his mouth proceeded on its own, yelling out, "I'm going to help you in any way I can!"

Helena and Sonya stood up and away from him, fixing up their clothes and making themselves look presentable. Jamie rushed back into the room with a glad smile on his face and exclaimed, "Yes! Cyrus, you're the best friend anyone could ever have! You the man! Don't worry, we'll just need a place to stay for a few days and some surveillance and wiretaps. We won't get underfoot, you'll hardly know we're here!"

Cyrus sat there, red-faced and sporting a huge hard-on in his jeans. His eyes flew from the blonde to the brunette, and back again. The other two girls, he noted, were grinning at him and gazing at his crotch. He groaned out a, "Don't mention it." He grunted, stood up carefully, lest he reveal his erection to Jamie, and ran off to the bathroom. He didn't even bother looking for any lubrication. In just a few seconds, he came into his toilet and breathed a great sigh of relief. By the time he tidied up and made himself presentable again, Jamie and the girls had already made sleeping arrangements and put together shopping lists for tomorrow. He huffed in frustration and squinted at the tall girls. If they were staying in his house, than so be it. He had a bunch of miniature cameras and a whole lot of experience setting them up. His mouth curled into a grin. "There will be fun."

Jamie and the witches deposited another power into one of his rings and went to sleep.

The next morning, Cyrus disappointed them all by announcing that the telecommunication devices the Johansson clan used were encrypted. "I've never seen anything like that before," he said. "I have absolutely no way of decrypting it."

"Yes, you have," Sandra countered. "You have a basement full of computers, all ready to be assembled into a grid and used like a supercomputer. You can do this!"

"No how, no way," Cyrus responded, with a sad shake of his head. "I wouldn't even know where to begin."

Jamie wilted and heaved a great sigh of disappointment. He had placed so much hope into Cyrus' skills, but it appeared to be too much to hope for. He was running out of options. He needed to stage an assault on the Worth place as soon as possible. He feared even more Johanssons would show up at any moment. "Thanks for trying, Cyrus," he said, sincerely. "I suspected there might be a hiccup, anyway. And thank you for your hospitality."

Helena saw Jamie's intent and she placed her elbow into Sandra's ribs, rather sharply. "Crib," croaked a surprised Sandra. When everyone turned to look at her, she rubbed her painful ribs and explained, "We plant a message into their network and monitor their activity. Once we know what is being transmitted, we have a crib and we can work back from that to determine their encryption method."

Cyrus looked at the big breasted girl in as much disbelief as if she had just sprouted wings. "She's a bisexual, eighteen year old porn star with huge bazonkas and a basic knowledge of cryptography," he thought to himself. "I'm in love."

"That'd work," he declared, out loud. "With my grid and some clever cribs, we'd totally be able to pin down their encryption. We could do it."

When Jamie nodded, after a brief consideration, and said, "Alright, let's do it," Helena's legs nearly gave out in relief. Jamie, Rose and Sandra discreetly enchanted a remotely controlled toy car and then handed it over to Cyrus to mount some additional electronics on it. Sonya mastered the thing's handling in three minutes flat. They drove to a different part of town and let the toy car drive close to a payphone. They used its gear and their enchantments to hack into the phone and call Jamie's dad. Jamie had scryed on him and seen he was at his favorite bar, so he knew he'd get the machine. He left the nonsensical message and hoped it would turn out to be a good enough crib for Cyrus' grid.

Sonya drove the toy car back and they waited. In less than five minutes, the Johanssons drove up. Six witches dismounted from three vehicles and began a systematic scan of the payphone and all of its surroundings. Jamie and the gang had guessed right, the phone line was wiretapped.

When they returned to Cyrus' place, he informed them he had caught the transmissions, but that he still didn't know what kind of encryptions they were dealing with. He explained they'd need more cribs and that they'd need to plant them at different times, so he could see if they were rotating their encryption protocols on a daily basis.

Jamie was disappointed. How much longer would he have to wait to go in and save his baby sister? His dumb father hadn't even contacted a lawyer to try and get his family back. All he did was go to work, get drunk, go to sleep. Jamie was now the responsible man of the house. The buck stopped squarely at his feet and he felt like he could not waste a second more. Helena sidled up to him and tearfully asked him to hug her.




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Because of the different method of enslaving her, Helena frequently acted differently to his other girls, so Jamie wasn't stunned at her sudden, emotional outburst. Sandra drew Cyrus' attention away from them an they left to talk more about the cryptography they were facing. Rose and Sonya left as well and Jamie found himself hugging the tall blonde and feeling her tits shudder against his chest.

"Oh, Jamie," she wailed, "I'm so sorry!"

Jamie was feeling decidedly uncomfortable at her sobbing, so he rubbed her upper arms and whispered soothingly in her ear, "There, there, now. Hush, Helena, everything is all right."

"No it isn't," she cried. "Everything's turned to shit and it's all my fault!" Helena loudly decried her family's torment of Jamie and his family. Jamie tried to get her to settle down, but she kept crying and sputtering about her remorse, until he gave up on trying to reason with her. He hugged her tightly until she could hardly breathe any more. Once her sobs subsided, she tilted her head up and looked deep into his eyes. Their lips met and they kissed with a tender passion that Jamie had never felt before. He had merely wanted to comfort her, but her young flesh in his arms made his thoughts stray to baser desires. When he saw desire mix in with the vulnerability in her eyes, he wordlessly kissed her again.

They went to bed and spent half the day in it. After Jamie got out of her clutches, Rose and Sandra convinced him to ward Cyrus' house against scrying, and after that, they stored another power into his ring. Accomplishing all this, Jamie fell into a deep, exhausted sleep.

For the next three days, Helena kept a tight lid on Jamie's bloodlust with a carefully concerted effort of distractions. In the morning, Cyrus and Sandra would give him an encouraging report on their decryption and a new crib would be thought up to facilitate the efforts. After a short drive to a random payphone to plant the crib, the girls would do their level best to keep him from mounting an assault. On the first day, they took him shopping for lingerie and he stayed with them for more than an hour, gobbling up their forms in the skimpy, see-through nothings they modeled for him. After lunch, they returned home and Cyrus had no good news, so Sandra broke down in tears in Jamie's arms, overwhelmed with regret that she wasn't a good enough cryptographer for Jamie's needs. Jamie comforted her. Jamie comforted her brains out.

In the evening, they'd distract him by engaging him and Cyrus both in talk of science fiction shows and fantasy books and video games. Soon, the time would come for the storing of another power and Jamie would go to sleep after that. Helena suspected he was just waiting until he had all ten power Jamies at his disposal, but that didn't stop her from doing her level best to keep him distracted for the whole three days.

On the morning of the fourth day, Cyrus woke them all up with good news. The encryption was broken in the night and the scripts he had set up to run automatically if it came to that, had hacked into the Johanssons' system. Jamie perused the entire network and gathered as much information as he could. It was the official Section network they now had limited access to. Half the stuff on the grid required additional clearances to access, but the files that were readily available for his viewing pleasure made his lips curl upwards in a fiendish grin.

Alice Worth was sitting in her conservatory and gazing off into the distance. She was decidedly avoiding looking at the ugly Jacobs residence in the corner of her eyesight. All of her family was beginning to avoid her, only Paul would still sit and talk with her. He was sitting across the table from her right now, sipping on a cup of coffee and waiting to see if he could offer his sister any comfort. Her cell phone rang and she picked it up and snapped, "What?!"

"Now, now, Mrs. Worth," chided Jamie, "just because you're holding my family in prison, that doesn't mean we should abandon all semblance of civility."

"Hello there, Jamie Jacobs," she said, loudly and emphatically. The boy surprised her by calling on her private line. Alice winced, her fingers snapping furiously, and the mundane agent, that replaced that kissass Moran she had left in Vegas, nodded at her signals. "Where's my daughter?"

"She's right here," said Jamie.

"Put her on the phone, you little piece of shit, or I'll have your mother gang-raped by the prison guards," she interrupted him.

"Mom," Helena's voice came on the line, shocked, "what the hell has gotten into you?!"

Alice heaved a sigh of relief and felt a tear roll down her cheek. "Helly, baby, are you all right," she asked. "Can you talk?"

"Yes, I'm alright and yes, I can talk," said Helena. "As a matter of fact, I was intending to talk to you about having the mother of my boyfriend arrested and his sister taken into foster care."

"Helena, sweetheart, now you listen to mommy," Alice said. "The assault on the warlock in Las Vegas has been officially filed and it's an open case with Section. We need to lay the blame squarely on these other girls and the boy, so your record remains squeaky clean. If I told you once, I told you a thousand times, even minor infractions like that can slow down your progress through the ranks of Section."

Sitting next to Helena and listening in on the conversation, Jamie was sickened by the realization this woman was ripping his family, innocent people all, in order to cover up a minor indiscretion. He took deep breaths, intending to calm himself, but his control was slipping.

"Mom," Helena exclaimed in consternation, "you're planting evidence against innocent people! That can't be legal! You have to undo this, right now!"

"Helly," Alice said, "fuck legal and illegal. The Jacobs are just cockroaches, nothing more. And these girls you're running with don't matter. All that matters is family, sweetie. You have to come to me now, so I can spin the story that this Jacobs boy kidnapped you and that I had to go after his family to get you back. Do you understand me?"

Helena needed to make things right for Jamie's sake. She opted to yell at her mom, that used to work. "Goddamnit, mother," yelled Helena, "I'm ashamed of you! How dare you go after my boyfriend's family!? Didn't you hear me? Jamie is my boyfriend! Let his family go at once!"

"Helly, sweetie," Alice intoned, patiently, "Mommy knows best. These people don't matter. Come home, and mommy will fix everything. I promise."

"You don't know fuck all, you old hag," Helena screamed at the phone. She needed to take a different tack. An ultimatum. "These are my friends you're talking about! My friends and my boyfriend and his family! If you don't undo the damage you've done, and right away, I'm going to walk away from you and your whole family and I will never, ever, join Section."

The mundane agent signalled he had the number and address of the payphone the call came from. Alice wrapped things up on the phone with a curt, "Mother knows best, sweetie. You'll be thanking me one day." She hung up, leaving Helena stunned speechless.

Alice gave the order, "Mount up! We're rolling! Paul, you stay here and guard the brat!" Paul nodded and the house exploded into action, bounding into their cars and then driving off at high speed.

Outside the Worth mansion, Jamie and his girls sat in their cars, unnoticed by anyone. He used the Section network to email a recording of the conversation he had just taped to someone called The Suit, and started the stopwatch. He wanted to assault the house right away, but he forced himself to remain calm. They had timed the drive from the house to the payphone they just used to remotely call Alice's cell phone and if he could just wait ten more minutes, he could attack, knowing that the reinforcements were ten minutes away and completely clueless. His knuckles went white as he glared at the stopwatch.

Paul Johansson's cell phone rang and he answered it with a playful, "Forget something?" His face soon turned ashen and his bearing straightened. He stammered through the phone call, barely squeaking out some breathless "yes, sir" and "no, sir" exclamations. "I understand, sir, we're right on it, sir!"

"Paul, you ok," asked one of his two relatives that stayed behind with him.

"Fuck, no, I'm not ok," Paul retorted, "none of us are! That was The Suit itself on the phone! And it is pissed off as all hell! We've got strict orders to undo all we've done here and release the Jacobs family. We're to report to the airport for extraction by twenty hundred hours, and The Suit said it'd have us tortured to death and our souls trapped in eternal torment if we engage Jacobs or the girls!" Everyone fought to keep control of their bowels upon hearing that. "Don't just stand there, for fuck's sake! Dispel the traps and pack our shit up! We're sending the girl over the fence! Start now, we'll tell Alice and the others when they return." They hurried to undo their vast and potent magical preparations.

Jamie and the witches saw the foreboding magical emanations coming from the Worth residence slowly lessen and then disappear by the time the ten minutes expired. "We're on," he called into the walkie-talkie and exited the car.

The Worths' door exploded outwards in a rain of splinters that did not disturb even a hair on the heads of the three pissed off, young people that charged in roaring through the doorway in the very next instant. Sandra and Rose, benefiting from days of Jamie possessing them, read the auras of the witches in the house. With but a shared thought, they agreed with Jamie which one would take on which target. Each of the three unresisting witches felt their insides explode in agony as their own magic was turned against them. They lost consciousness and, moments later, control of their bodily functions.

Jamie bounded past them and climbed the stairs. He was drained by the casting, but the eight spirits spinning around him urged him onward with promises of safety. They pointed to his baby sister in Helena's old room. He opened the door and calmed down at the sight of her, sitting on the bed and looking out the window at their house. 

"Hey, short stack," he called to her, "you okay?"

The little girl sniffed twice and reached up to wipe her eyes. She then turned to glare at him. "Why the fuck wouldn't I be, birdbrain," she asked, without much venom in her voice.

Jamie shrugged and smiled. "Sorry I asked," he said. "Come on, I'll take you home."

"About fucking time," she muttered, under her breath. "Oh, so you'll escort me the whole sixty feet, will you," she asked aloud. "How noble of you."

Jamie suppressed an eye roll and grinned sourly. That was the little sister he had known and barely tolerated. They walked out of the house, pausing for her to kick Paul Johansson in the ribs and spit on his face. After that, she put her hand in Jamie's and he led her out through the front door and into the cars.

"I know you're the slow sibling, big brother," she said, making the words big brother sound like the worst insult possible, "but out house is kind of in the other direction."

"Got a stop to make first," said Jamie. He didn't have the heart to tell her she'd probably never see their home again. They got in the cars and drove off, heading to the county jail. Jamie got his second wind.

Driving up to the jail, he spotted his mother, standing right outside. The power spirits remained calm, he detected nothing amiss, but he still didn't like the sight one bit. "Park right here, right now," he instructed Helena. "Guard her," he ordered, meaning his sister. He got out of the car before it came to a complete stop and rushed over towards his mother. She greeted him with a smile and arms thrown wide. The power spirits kept saying all is well, so Jamie relaxed and hugged his mother tight, for a long time.

"I got a message for you, Jamie," his mother said, at last. "I won't remember any of this after I say it to you, so you need to pay attention, young man." Jamie thought back to the times when Helena had spelled his mother's mind and he felt his wrath rise anew. They parted from their hug. He bottled up his emotion and listened carefully. "The message is from the heads of Section. They want you to come to Washington, D.C. and talk to them. They wish to extend their sincerest apologies for the wrongs done to our family and they wish to assure you that this whole mess had been done without their knowledge or consent. They've already undone everything and none of us will have any trouble with the law. If you come and speak to them, they'll ensure that nothing like this ever happens to us again. They will have a jet waiting for you at the airport. It takes off at eight, this evening. They give you their word that no harm will come to our family while you're in D.C."

Jamie listened to the message and then sensed the charm evaporate from his mother's mind. He hugged her again and walked back to the cars with her. She hugged her daughter, who huffed at the public display of affection, and Jamie ordered his girls to drive them back to his house. Helena chatted pleasantly with his mother, while she drove. He wanted to have his mom and sister pack whatever they wanted, and he wanted to do so under the Johanssons' noses, just to make a point. He was grateful for the chit-chat, as it drew the attention from him and let him think. How was he going to explain things to his mother?

Upon arriving home, he gestured to Rose and Sandra and they went to the back yard to watch the Worth house. If anyone so much as looked at Jamie's house, he was going to torch the whole place to the ground. His mom and sister went in the house and sat down in the kitchen. They brewed up some coffee. He had yet to come up with a way to tell them about magic and Section and leaving home for good. He couldn't think of anything to say.

Sandra entered the house and whispered in Jamie's ear, "The Johanssons have packed up and they just drove off. They looked really scared. They said they'll be waiting for us at the airport. Alice Worth was with them." Jamie nodded and considered his next step. He played back everything that happened that day and tried to review it all calmly. All he knew for sure was that his family had been hit and that it was up to him to make sure it never happened again. He thought long and hard at how his life would look if he had to keep his family on the run from the authorities all his life. He probably wouldn't mind it, he had always wanted to travel, but his mom would be torn up inside if she was suddenly ripped from the life she had built for a quarter of a century now.

That thought settled it for him. He needed to go to D.C. and confront the Section head on. He hugged his mom and sister and used his mind trick power to fix their memory of the last week. His father arrived then and Jamie did the same to him. The witches and he warded some of the jewelry he had bought and he had his family accept them and wear them at all times. He went to the cars and looked over his girls. He wanted to leave guards with his family, more than anything, but he was the big gun in their little group, and he was off to see the wizard. He ultimately decided he needed Rose and Sandra with him, to recharge his rings. Leaving Sonya and Helena was pointless, so they all got in the cars and drove off to the airport.

Jamie watched the Johanssons assembled by the jet through his binoculars. The three that had greeted them at the Worth house were still looking shaky, as they were helped on board the plane. "So, we're sharing a ride with them," asked Rose. "Giving Helena a half-family reunion flight?"

Jamie took careful note of the plane's registration markings on the tail and lowered his binoculars. "The fuck we are," he said. A quick trip to the tower and the airport lounge and a few dozen Jedi mind tricks later, the Subaru and BMW were loaded into a cargo plane and it took off towards Washington, D.C. In the hold, Jamie, Rose and Sandra stored a ninth power spirit in Jamie's ring and went to sleep in improvised beds. Sonya and Helena soon followed their example.

Daybreak saw their plane touch down at Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport and their cars were unloaded. They had just enough time to stretch and work out the kinks incurred on the uncomfortable bed, avail themselves of the facilities and dig into hot coffee and donuts, before Jamie spotted a jet with familiar tail markings fly over them to land on the runway. "We're up," he shouted. "Let's go!"

They saw the Johanssons getting into a string of black S.U.V.s. They followed them through the unfamiliar streets of the nation's capital, until they parked in front of a completely nondescript townhouse. The Johanssons got out of the cars that promptly drove off. Jamie read the unease on the faces of the dozen blonde people entering the house. They looked to him like kids who got called to the principal's office. The power spirits swirled around him in agitation. They warned of great power in the house and promised to stomp it all into the ground beneath Jamie's feet.

He exited his car and walked over to the house. The rage that he kept holding back and bottling up, for over a week now, erupted and consumed him. His girls ran after him and shouted warnings and misgivings at him. The power spirits laughed at it and sang a heady tune of destruction and revenge. Just as Rose and Sandra caught up to him in front of the door, Jamie roared in rage and the front door exploded in a rain of tiny shrapnel that pelted anyone unfortunate enough to be in the front hall of the house. Despite his almost blinding rage, Jamie saw each shrapnel fly in slow motion. Time itself seemed to slow down for him.

The dozen blonde magicians hastily put up shield spells to protect themselves and Jamie unleashed the stored spirits. Two sailed out immediately and one wrapped itself around Alice Worth's aura, the other around the aura of one of her male relatives. They took command over their power. Alice's very magic resonated with the magic of all of her female spellcasting relatives in the house. The same went for her male relatives. The spirits exploded in their auras, expending themselves, as they were always intended to, and rendering all the Johanssons incapacitated.

Before they had the chance to even begin falling to the ground, spirits launched themselves at the other magicians in the house. As soon as magicians began to gather their power to cast a spell, the spirits saw their auras and melded into them, twisting their casting into a spell that touched the aura of the next magician that started to cast. The spirits then sacrificed themselves and brought low two powerful magicians a piece. In less time than it took for the unconscious forms to drop to the floor, or the shrapnel to stop flying about the hallway, Jamie's power spirit Jamies had rendered twelve Johanssons and eight additional casters completely incapacitated.

He bounded up the stairs, where the three remaining spirits told him danger still lurked, and rounded a corner. Two very grizzled and old men stood, flanking a door. They cast with incredible speed, but the spirit Jamies were even faster. One took over the caster's spell and rendered it into a spell of incapacitation that hurled itself at the other old man, sending them both to the land of dreams. Jamie hoped they had nightmares.

Armed with two stored spirits, one attached to each ring he wore, flanked by his girls and fueled by righteous wrath, Jamie used his magic to empower the kick with which he flattened the door the old-timers had been guarding. The sight that greeted him stumped him as much as it alarmed the spirit Jamies.

A suit of clothes stood behind a desk and no person was seen to be wearing it. Jamie blinked at the sight as his spirits communicated that they could not touch this enemy. They told him there was a person wearing the suit, but that was all they could tell him about it.




A-Cup Angst Ch. 04



"Mr. Jacobs," Jamie heard a voice come from the place right above the suit's collar and immediately forgot if the voice was male, female, young or old. All he could remember to hear were the words the person inside the suit had spoken. "I had been hoping for a more civilized conversation." Jamie blinked in disbelief as he could not even see the exact dimensions or cut of the suit. He stared right at it and couldn't even remember if it was a men's suit or one tailored for women. He shook his head as his brain complained about not being able to even detect if the suit had a skirt or a pair of pants under the jacket.

Overwhelmed by the mind altering magics that were woven into the very fabric of the suit, Jamie declared, "For going after my family, I sentence you to suffering!" He and his witches unleashed their power, only to see it sizzle out harmlessly, before even reaching the suit's position. Jamie telekinetically seized a bookcase and hurled it at the person behind the desk. The bookcase stopped in mid flight and gently settled down on the ground. Jamie saw that all their power was utterly useless against this foe. "Okay, so magic doesn't work on it, Sonya, whip out the gun and shoot this, this, whatever it is!"

Sonya drew the gun from her pocket, flipped the safety and worked the slide in one smooth move, before putting three rounds in The Suit's center of mass. All five of them gaped as the bullets stopped in the air, just before The Suit, then stopped spinning and softly settled down on the ground. "Shoot it in the head," ordered Jamie, "aim above the collar!" Sonya fired off three more rounds, in a perfectly tight grouping, only for the bullets to stop in mid air, once again, and settle down with soft clinks. "Fuck me," Jamie whispered in astonishment.

"Come, come, now Mr. Jacobs, let's dispense with this violence, sit down and talk for a minute," said the person whose identity was completely obscured. "I am The Suit." Jamie winced as he could just hear the capital letters in its voice.

The Suit stepped out from behind its desk and walked past them. Jamie signaled and he and his witches tried to jump on the suit with all their enhanced might. Their limbs stopped inches from making contact with The Suit and they were gently pushed aside by the mighty enchantments. "Please, join me in the parlor," The Suit invited.

"Helena, you're immune to charm magic, what can you see," Jamie quietly asked.

She shook her head and said, "An empty suit of clothes that's walking around and talking. Nothing else."

Jamie grunted in frustration and followed The Suit before it vanished from his sight. The six of them picked their way through the maze of unconscious people in the staircase and front hallway and walked into the parlor. "Please, sit," said The Suit, taking a seat itself. "Have some croissants and hot chocolate. Or are you more interested in a strong, tasty cup of coffee? It is very early in the morning."

"I didn't come here to break bread," Jamie responded viciously. He was irked by not being able to see the face of his opponent.

"No, of course you didn't," conceded The Suit. "You came here with murder in mind. I must apologize for the wrongs done to your family. I've ordered everything undone. I could arrange for a small settlement to be paid to you and your loved ones, Mr. Jacobs. I could arrange for a great many things, as a matter of fact." Jamie stood there and heaved an impatient breath. Did this suit really think it could strike a bargain of some sort with him, when he couldn't even see the face of the person he was negotiating with? "I hope you understand I did not order, or condone, the actions taken against your family.

"There is no reason for us to not speak freely, Mr. Jacobs. I have much to offer you. I bet you felt angry when you learned of what happened. Angry and frustrated and ignored. Disrespected. What if I told you I can give you the opportunity to ensure, once and for all, that that sort of thing never happens again? What if I gave you true power, Mr. Jacobs? A position of importance that commands respect? You could have a career with Section, all five of you could. And there would be money, Mr. Jacobs. Money and respect."

A silence ensued and Jamie guessed it was his turn to speak. "I can't believe you're really this fucking stupid? You take that which you had no right to take, namely my family's freedom, and now you hope to entice me into some kind of an arrangement by promising to never steal that thing again? Seriously, what is happening inside your skull, if you even have one?!" 

A brief silence was followed by five large pieces of paper being pulled out of The suit's pockets and The Suit saying, "All five of you are going to sign your magician's licenses, in blood, before you leave this house. If you do it right now, I'll ignore this disrespectful tone and we can cooperate, to our mutual benefit, with a clean slate. I bear you no ill will for trying to murder me upstairs. Please understand, all of you, I can't have unlicensed witches running around the country, casting spells all willy-nilly. We live in an ordered society. It's nothing personal."

"It's personal to me," Jamie menaced the air above The Suit's collar.

"Your licenses grant you permission to freely practice your magic within the confines and protections of the law," said The Suit, amicably. "I urge you to put your blood on them and we can put all this unpleasantness behind us."

"The only one of my bodily fluids that that piece of paper can come into contact with is my piss," responded Jamie.

"Mr. Jacobs," The Suit said, "if you do not operate within the confines of the law, then you are an outlaw. I don't think you need a reminder of what can happen to the family of an outlaw. No, I think you are just here to vent some steam. Young people tend to want to do that, but-"

Jamie exploded in rage, screaming, "Say that about my family again, you maggot!" A brief silence ensued. "Go on, I dare you to threaten my family again, you piece of cheap, polyester shit! Who the fuck do you think you're talking down at?! You might be immune to magic and bullets and karate, but I'll see if I can't drown you in the blood of everyone that works for you, you fucking retard! Sooner, or later, you'll take off that suit to go to the bathroom and one of us will be waiting to pop a fucking cap in your goddamned ass! Literally!"

The suit laughed and Jamie was doubly pissed at its insolence and the fact that he could not tell what kind of person was laughing at him. "Mr. Jacobs," The Suit said, "I am not wearing a suit right now. There is no actual suit of clothes, I assure you. My appellation is purely metaphorical. I could be sitting here, stark naked, and all you would see is an impeccable suit of clothes. When I shower, people see a suit, that never gets wet, under the spray. Whatever information one might glean about me is instantly deleted from their minds, regardless of the method employed to retrieve that information. My visual appearance is always that of a suit."

"If no one can see you or remember anything about you, how do you have a personal life," asked Helena.

More silence was followed by The Suit sadly saying, "In order to insure the safety of our nation and all of its people, one must make certain sacrifices." It cleared its throat and continued, "Anyway, back on topic. You'll sign these licenses in your blood, of your own free will, or I'll make arrangements for the five of you to sign them against your will. If you do it willingly, we can come to an agreement that would give you that which people of your age truly desire, a purpose in life. Meaning, Mr. Jacobs! I offer you an alternative to the mindless drifting that is consuming youth all over the world."

Jamie came upon a realization at that moment. The enchantments that The Suit's appointment carried with it seemed to be absolute and inviolate, but Jamie knew magic didn't operate like that. Much like absolute zero temperature meant that there was no motion of molecules, absolutes of any kind produced an absence of magic. Just as his pre-stored power spirits were dispelled by the simple act of his rings slipping off his fingers, so The Suit's enchantments had giant loopholes. "The greatest of powers have the simplest of flaws," Jamie said aloud and laughed. "Oh, you silly, silly, suited person!

"We scared you breaking into your nondescript stronghold just now, didn't we? Oh, you shouldn't have insisted so hard on us signing your stupid licenses. I don't know what kind of hold those things would give you over us, but I do know we have to enter into the agreement of our own free will, absent of any magical coercion. You can use intimidation, bribery and plain old cajoling, but you can't force us to sign, not even at gunpoint. Those little licenses of yours will never be valid for any one of us, cause we'll never sign them."

Jamie laughed long and hard in the silence that followed his insightful monologue. He could only imagine the expression The Suit was wearing, right now. "What was ineptly done to your family earlier," spoke The Suit, menacingly, "were just the timid bunglings of unauthorized, junior operatives. Unless you want to find out exactly what I am capable of doing to all five of your families, including yours, Miss Worth, you're going to sign these licenses right now!"

Jamie kept laughing for a minute more, before wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes and coughing to catch his breath. He hooked his thumb over his shoulder and said, "Those witches and warlocks you got lying around didn't just up and decide to take a collective nap, you know? We did that to them. I guess we didn't almost kill your operatives enough. Sonya, how many rounds do you have?"

"Eight in the gun and fourteen more in the spare mag," she answered.

"Good," Jamie nodded, "go and put two bullets into the head of everyone unconscious in this house who isn't a member of Helena's family." Jamie could only imagine the expression on the face of The Suit as Sonya clicked off the safety on her dad's gun and calmly walked over to the nearest non-Johansson magician.

She raised her hand to aim and The Suit shouted, "No! Don't! Please, stop!"

"Wait," Jamie called, just before she pulled the trigger. He walked around the Suit and gloated. "Here's a deal I'm going to offer to you. You are going to ensure the safety and well-being of all our families. You are going to do so personally and with great diligence. In return, we'll leave, without murdering anyone in your employ, and never bother you again. If anything should happen to our loved ones, even by," Jamie made air quotes, "accident, we'll come back here and execute anyone and everyone we find. And then we'll wipe the rest of Section off the face of the Earth. Deal?"

A long silence followed his question. "Oh, well, Sonya, go-"

"Deal," The Suit all but shouted. "Just one condition!" 

Jamie rolled his eyes and chuckled in disbelief. "Are you seriously trying to negotiate, you sick fuck," he asked.

"Please," said The Suit. "All I ask is that you tell no one that you are not licensed, or the little tidbit you've uncovered about the licenses themselves." Jamie snorted dismissively. "This is not unreasonable, Mr. Jacobs. You should comply with this condition as it insures your families' safety. If you were to go around telling people how licensing truly works, than a whole lot of people would reject licensing altogether and my resources would be sorely stretched. I can't protect your families if all my operatives are running around, trying to stem the shitstorm that would ensue if anyone found out about the licenses. Besides, if you tell people you're licensed and I back you up, you can avoid a whole mess of trouble."

"That doesn't sound entirely unreasonable, Jamie," Helena suggested.

Jamie fixed a cold stare into the space above The Suit's collar. At length, he said, "Alright, we've got ourselves an arrangement." He leaned down and breathed on The Suit's face. "I know you're going to come after us as soon as you can regroup. I want you to know that I fully realize that. I also want you to know that I'll exterminate hundreds of witches and warlocks and grumpkins and snarks and whatever else you throw at us, when the time comes. And it'll all be your fault. Leave us alone, and we'll never trouble you."

"Mr. Jacobs," said The Suit, "we've achieved a détente. Let's not spoil it with menacing and threats." 

Jamie reached out to punch The Suit without any magic empowering his strike, but the mighty enchantments held fast. "Fuck you," he spat on the carpet and led his girls out of the house.

Mere moments after the Subaru and BMW pulled away from the house, a Department of Homeland Security Hostage Rescue Team showed up on scene, led by three young people that ran in first, regardless of their state of relative undress and utter lack of body armor. They were greeted by the sight of twenty unconscious casters lying about the front hall and staircase. One of the young people rushed headlong up the stairs, only to be dismayed by seeing the Shifters laid out, just like everyone else. Shouts of "Gas," erupted among the H.R.T. personnel downstairs, but were quelled by The Suit, calmly exiting the parlor and ordering a stand down. It had pushed the silent alarm as soon as its door exploded. "Nice response time," it said to the young witches, dressed only in their undergarments.

Around mid afternoon, Eric "Grandpa" Johansson, wobbled into the house on shaky legs, aided by his cane. His relatives, that had been disabled in the attack, were taken away for recuperation, and the rest of the casters that The Suit liked to keep around to menace newbie witches into signing, were being tended to by junior casters, on site. He climbed the stairs, with a speed that belied his age, and went into The Suit's office.

"Eric," the suit addressed him. It extended a sleeve towards the bookcase in the middle of the room. "Could you, please?" Eric bowed his head in concentration and quietly chanted for a few seconds. He raised his cane and moved it through the air. The bookcase mirrored the cane's movement and glided gently to its former place, along the wall. "Thank you. Won't you sit down?"

"No, I won't sit down," Eric fumed. "How dare you demote or dismiss my whole family!? After all we've done for Section, throughout the generations, you just cast us aside like yesterday's refuse! My brother died in service to Section, and so did two of his grandsons! You uppity, little politician, how dare you?! My family served Section long before you came and we'll serve long after you're replaced!"

"No, you won't," The Suit calmly countered. "Your clan's days in Section are numbered."

"What in hell are you talking about, you little pipsqueak," Eric shouted. "I'm going to go over your head, you bastard! I'm going to go to the President and get you dismissed, whoever you are!"

"I'm talking about the fact that half your clan went rogue and used unsanctioned magic on the minds of law enforcement and judiciary officials in a dastardly plot to undermine the very security of our nation," retorted The Suit. "I've got a whole stack of offences recently done by your family, all pulled neatly out of my pocket. I'll be more than happy to show them all to the President, see what he thinks of them."

Eric blew a raspberry, "Preposterous! What plot are you trying to fabricate?"

"Well," said The Suit, "Five young mages, eighteen years old, each of them, waltzed here, into the very center of our nation's only line of defense against sorcery, and incapacitated twenty two of my casters in, oh, how long did it take them, ah, yes, two seconds flat! And your family was the one that needled them to do it!"

"My Alice went after one boy that was a Duelist and she only did what she did to get him to join up, as you wanted him to," Eric retorted. "I don't know what five mages you're talking about."

"Yes, you do," said The Suit. "I've even got a recording of a phone conversation in which your granddaughter confesses."

Eric sat down. All that effort, all those years of toil and sacrifice, were coming to naught. Desperate to avoid facing the doom looming over his clan, he asked, "What is being done about those five mages?"

"Nothing," said The Suit, "except that I'm making the rounds, trying to get everyone to understand that we will be pussy-footing around them from now on."

"Did they sign licenses," asked Eric, hopefully.

Two men who looked to be as old as Eric, if not older, entered the office. Eric wilted under their attention and they laid hands on his shoulders. "No, wait, don't," he protested, but they let their magic flow into his mind. They nodded at The Suit and it dismissed them.

"You will not reveal this to anyone in any manner," commanded The Suit. "The five mages are unlicensed and free to cast anything against anyone. I'm tasking you with terminating this threat to public safety. I'm giving you access to anyone we have in lockup and the seers. Other than that, use only mundanes and whatever resources your clan keeps pulling out of its ass every now and then. You must neutralize this threat in any manner you deem necessary. You have until they show up on our official radar with a crime under their belt. Failure to accomplish this mission in the time frame allotted will result in your whole clan being set outside the law and at my mercy. Of which I will have none."

"Hold on," complained Eric, in desperation, "I can't just up and leave my duties in the-"

"In accordance to Section's new policy of minimizing Johansson involvement," The Suit interrupted him, "you have been removed from all duties within Section, effective immediately."

"This is a suicide mission," Eric protested. "How can I defeat even one of them if they took out twenty people and both the Shifters in one breath?!"

"You will find a way, or suffer the knowledge that your family is at my mercy," responded The Suit.

Eric licked his lips nervously and asked, "Will I be doing this out of pocket?"

The Suit reached into a pocket and produced the license Eric had signed all those many years ago. "No," it said and replaced the license. "All your activities will be documented. Why did you even ask me this, Eric? You of all people know that when I send someone to do something that might be illegal and pull their license out of my pocket, telling them it's off the books, I put it right back in after they leave. Why are you stalling for time, old man? You have none to spare. Dismissed!"

The two shifters came back into the room and Eric quickly followed them out of the house. He was in a horrible bind. If he went after these five young bucks, he was going to get killed, or worse. If he didn't, than all the descendants of him and his late brother would suffer untold misery until their executions. The Suit was very regulated in the matter of who it was allowed to go after. The how was left to its own imagination. The verdict was tightly overseen, but the sentence was entirely up to The Suit. 

"Gorram it," Eric swore out loud, as he got in his car. "Driver, take me to The Smithsonian Institution." He needed to go to the Archive and pull out the big guns. He had lived a great many years, hoping it would never come to this. He shook his head and sighed heavily. His own greatgranddaughter was on his hit list. He was going to have to persuade her to sign, in the end. He turned his rheumy eyes up to the steel gray clouds that were gathering and did something he hadn't done since his brother had died. Eric Johansson prayed.

Unbeknownst to him, in a hotel room across town, the five young people he dreaded meeting found out Jamie had five and a half million dollars in a hidden bank account. They decided to celebrate with an orgy.




A-Cup Angst Ch. 05



This is the fifth chapter in my long series. The previous four chapters are published in the Mind Control category on this site and you really have to read them first or this story makes little to no sense. I've tried to recap the main points of the previous chapters in the beginning of this one, because of the category change, but there's just too much exposition and characterization already written. Please click on my username, or the "Also in this series" links at the end of this chapter, and read the first four chapters. 

Thanks for reading!

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If someone had told Jamie Jacobs, just six short months ago, that he would one day be bored with having four hot, big breasted chicks that wanted to be fucked by him day and night, he would have called the men in the white lab coats to come quick and bring their butterfly nets, their escapee was right there. Recent experiences showed him they would have been telling the truth.

Six months ago, he was a simple nerd, finishing high school and dividing his time between studying, working part time at an electronics store and playing computer games. Then everything changed one day, when he accidentally caught his neighbor, and long time inspiration for masturbation, Helena Worth, draining him of his life force to make her breasts grow and wiping his mind of it afterwards. He pitted his friend Cyrus' electronics savvy against the witch just in time to find out that three more witches were going to do the same to him.

In the grips of rage, he turned their own magic and rituals against the three girls and they wound up being his obedient, big breasted slaves. Sandra Grant, a short haired brunette with bright, blue eyes and an enchanting, dimpled smile, unintentionally gave up her freedom and half her sorcerous power to Jamie in exchange for bigger breasts. Her friend, Rose Romano, an auburn haired, petite beauty did the exact same thing. Sonya Mitchell, the tall brunette, had been humiliating Jamie for all his life, so he took for himself all of the power she was born with, and made her unable to think of anything but sex and obeying his orders, ever again. After he had done all that, he began to realize what a shitty thing it was to do. Talk about your overkill.

His regrets didn't stop him from going after Helena Worth, the girl that had targeted him for the simple reason of proximity, and having Rose drain her of her power. He then transformed her personality into that of a lover that would be perfect for him, using the same ritual she used on her boyfriend, just minutes earlier.

The whole "magic is real" thing baffled him for a good, long while, until he decided to discard all the stuff written in ancient grimmoires, that the girls were toting around, and envisioned himself as a Jedi knight. He began to feel and use his newly acquired power as if it was the Force, and he was delighted when he started to get a handle on things.

The true extent of his idiocy only came to him when Helena announced her mother was coming home, that she was also a witch, and that her whole, numerous family was made up of witches that worked for Section, the government agency that enforced law and order in the supernatural community. He led his four slave girls on the run and they used their magic to win a lot of money at a Las Vegas casino.

Las Vegas had thrown him for another loop, as nearly all the casinos there had tables that were enchanted to prevent magic being used to rig the game. The ones that didn't, had witches and warlocks on staff to check big winners for magical tampering. They got away with millions of dollars, but also by the skin of their teeth, and had Cyrus' mob buddies conceal all that money from the authorities, for a price, and give it back to them, along with new identities they could live under.

They had just retired to an isolated beach house to spend the summer on, when the other shoe dropped. Helena's mother didn't just shrug and say, "Oh, well," when her only child vanished with but a note to say she'd gone. She tore Jamie's family apart, having his mom arrested under bullshit charges and sending his baby sister into the foster care system. Jamie used the fact that his power was as strong as the powers of Sandra and Rose put together, so they enchanted some jewelry and strips of leather with wards that prevented their detection. They did the same and much more to a Subaru supercar and a BMW X5. The cars were rendered immune to theft and damage by their magic wards.

He had since learned that their wards were unique because they were cast with the same amount of male and female power at the exact same time in the exact same manner. These things made them perpetual, unlike the wards that were cast by all the other mages on record, that had to be replenished after a while. A lot of Section's time and effort was spent maintaining a whole host of wards across the country and its embassies abroad. He also learned how to store the magic he and the girls had into his rings, in the form of Jamie-shaped spirits of sorcery. These spirit powers had stomped the Section top enforcers into the ground and allowed him to dictate his terms to The Suit.

The mere memory of his talk with The Suit left him shuddering every time. The Suit was a person that headed up Section and everyone forgot the details relevant to that person's identity as soon as they learned them. That meant that Jamie found himself staring right at The Suit and couldn't tell if the person was a man or a woman, young or old, pretty or ugly, nothing at all. All he could remember seeing was a suit of clothes and hearing the words it said. He couldn't even remember if The Suit had pants or a skirt under the jacket. Or the exact cut of the jacket.

Despite the horrible hiccups those enchantments caused, he had managed to threaten The Suit into submission and attained freedom for himself. He had basically gotten off scot-free, despite rendering four young women into his slaves, which was a big no-no in Section's eyes. Thankfully, they thought them his willing girlfriends and accomplices. If they ever found out the truth about his relationship with the girls, they'd kill him or die trying.

They returned to the beach house and stayed there until Jamie had stored all ten power spirits into his two rings. The days were spent fucking like jackrabbits and the night storing up sorcery. 

People would roll their eyes at Jamie if he ever complained about having four super hot sex slaves at his beck and call 24/7, but there was one problem with all that sex. There was absolutely no challenge to it. He and his girls explored their sexuality with a voracious appetite, using means both mundane and magical, but Jamie started to mind the fact that a deep throat blowjob was available at any second. All he had to do was glance at one of his girls and they'd be all over him. There was no effort required.

All his young life, Jamie was presented with challenges to overcome. As a child, there were many sicknesses to overcome and then there was a whole hell of a lot of schoolwork to do in order to get a chance at college. This was followed by finding a part time job that he could do and that would give him the tiniest bit of financial independence, at last. Then there was mastering magic and wrangling his slaves, and freeing his family, and defeating the federal government's magical arm, and so on, but now, he had nothing to concentrate on.

He had a little over five and a half million dollars in a bank account under a phony name, so he was fairly certain he'd never worry about money again. He was enrolled at a prestigious University, and all his girls were going to come and study at the same place, all under their real names. Section was nowhere to be found and his family was happy and safe. He would have to move to the big city and make off campus arrangements for himself and his slaves, but spelling the resident advisors of their dorm rooms and their roommates to keep things on the down low would be a walk in the park. Jamie himself did his version of the Jedi mind trick, with but a thought. He had a whole summer month of boredom to look forward to. Nothing but mindless, wall to wall sex.

He nearly lost it. He tried to find something, anything, to do, but came up with nothing. In his idleness, he bought three swords, one for each of the casters among them, and attempted to turn them into lightsabers. He had no luck with it.

He decided to go back to their home town, to ward all five of their families with basic protections and heavy duty wards that would warn him of harm being done to them. He spent the requisite amount of time with his family to keep them happy and the girls did the same with their families, but even back home, he found himself bored. He never used to have many friends. He spent his time studying and working and playing games online. All of his friends were either from school, the store or the server. School friends went away for the summer, store friends were also on vacations, and the guys on the server were scattered around all over the place, both physically and mentally. Hanging with the people his girls used to hang with was akin to torture for him.

So it came to pass that he found himself perusing the sparse files he had managed to glean from Section's network during Cyrus' brief hack of their system. They had shut their hole right quick, but Jamie was still left with lots of unclassified stuff to look through. His initial searches found nothing of import, but now he decided to give the files a good once-over.

A case file was flagged highest priority and marked as an open investigation, so Jamie opened it first, just to see what Section priorities were. There were dozens of memos attached to the file, all exhorting Section personnel to freely speak up about this case and put forth any theory they might come up with. Some were even bearing the seal of The Suit. Jamie chuckled as he read between the lines at the evident desperation.

It was a matter of disappearances of beautiful, young women. They were from different states and no mundane law enforcement agency made the connection. Jamie suspected the F.B.I.'s ViCAP be rigged to prevent that from happening. All the women disappeared from their lives, leaving behind a terrible, bloody mess at their residences, and then began appearing in random places around the country, mainly engaging in petty crimes. What made the case highest priority was the fact that half the women were minor celebrities, like actresses and singer-songwriters. Section was scared shitless that an A-list celebrity might be next and the media would be beyond their control at that point.

Jamie's jaw dropped as he saw that Arlene Hartford was also among those taken. She was the girl that did his favorite web comedy series in which she made playful fun of science fiction tropes. He had loved that show and despaired when she stopped uploading new episodes, almost a year ago, without a word. He was floored that anyone would want to visit harm upon her. She was gorgeous, but compared to Hollywood's A-list stars, she'd be cast as the homely girl next door. She had a down to earth sexuality about her, that was not overt, and it allowed her sense of humor to shine through. Jamie used to watch her show, laugh his ass off, and then masturbate with delight, after it was over. 

If anyone had asked him to describe the perfect woman, just six months ago, he would have spoken of Arlene, and her giant, sparkling, brown eyes, her thin nose, her mischievous smile and crooked chin, all framed by those delightful, pitch black, tiny curls. And now, she was missing, with an unlicensed caster suspected of taking her? "Fuck this," shouted Jamie and summoned his girls. Jamie was going to turn Heaven and Earth upside down to find Arlene and save her. The rest of these women, too. They would start at the site of the last abduction.

They seized their ready-to-move grab bags and got in their enchanted cars. They drove to the airport and "persuaded" some people to get them a cargo plane. The cars were quickly loaded into it and Jamie paid for the refueling. The mighty flying machine took to the skies, and Jamie's hopes soared right alongside it. There was a big bounty offered for information about this person or persons unknown, and an even bigger one for their capture. Jamie grinned. By the time he was done with this shit, or shits, Section would be left with nothing to do but arrange for a hefty clean-up. And pay the bigger bounty, of course.

Dana Moran was walking towards the mall's food court with a glum expression on his face. He ruminated on the unfair turns his life had taken in the past few months. He had been a bright young star in the Bureau when he ran across a gang led by a summoner and got recruited by Section. Then he hitched his wagon on the train of Alice Worth's personal quest to find her daughter and got to see his career and all of his ambitions go down the drain.

First, Worth dumped him in Vegas when her daughter turned out to not be there. Secondly, Section brass decided Worth had stepped out of line and stomped hard on her and the rest of the Johansson clan she belonged to. They were all demoted or outright dismissed from service, and scuttlebutt said much worse could come to them, before long. Everyone involved with their little side project got shafted as well. 

Dana tried to count himself lucky to have not been dismissed, like the other two mundane agents that were on the case. Their minds were wiped and they were in mental health facilities right now, relearning how to dress themselves. He was definitely glad not to share their fate, but he had been transferred over to the Department of Homeland Security and stationed in this Midwest backwater outfit to monitor what local law enforcement knew and flag stuff of potential interest to Section. It was worse than being benched, it was the equivalent of being the water boy. Dana was supposed to be the team star.

His only hope of getting any actual case was if Section got hit real hard with a whole hell of a lot of stuff, all at the same time, and they called all hands on deck. The way he heard it, the last time that happened was in nineteen ninety six and everyone was back to their old duties in a week. He shook his head and reminded himself that despair led nowhere. He had to keep trying. Quitting was defeat. Something would come up, sooner or later.

Just as he reaffirmed his ambitions in his head, he saw a definite sign of approval from the Almighty. He smiled his first honest smile in months, as he saw the fearsome five that had stomped The Suit's guards in two seconds flat. They were sitting at a table in the food court, right in front of him.

"Whoah," said a startled Sandra, "what's that?"

Everyone turned to look at the tall, handsome man in his late twenties that looked like he had just stepped out of an Abercrombie and Fitch catalogue, complete with the threads, and was walking towards them with a wide smile. What caught her eyes, and soon Jamie's and Rose's, was the surgical mask made of sorcery, that was positioned inside his aura to cover his mouth. They instantly deduced that it was a blood magic spell that would prevent this man from revealing a secret.

Ever since Jamie had possessed Rose and Sandra, they gained his understanding and command of magic and, with it, his ability to detect the minds of others. The three of them couldn't read minds, not really, but they could tell basic things about someone's state of mind and what their attentions were fixed on. If a person was really concentrating on something, then they could overhear that as soft chanting. It wasn't that big of a hiccup. They could easily "read" people's minds by charming them to simply divulge a specific piece of information. 

All three of them were quite unnerved to find that they couldn't sense this man's attention being on them, despite the fact that it plainly was. They also had no idea what was going on in his mind. His emotions were completely concealed from them.

The all-american boy stopped at their table and kept flashing his pearly whites at them. "Hello, Mr. Jacobs, Ms. Worth, Ms. Grant, Ms. Romano, Ms. Mitchell, how do you do," he greeted, politely. "My name is Dana Moran and I'm with Section's local offices, here in town. It is an honor to make your acquaintance!"

Jamie cocked his head, with a tight, little grin. "How do you know our names," he asked, curtly.

"Oh," Dana waved off the question and gestured at a nearby chair. "May I?" Without waiting for an answer, he pulled the chair over and sat down at their table. "I was assigned to Alice Worth's detail." He held his hands up in a preemptive gesture of surrender. "I disagreed and strenuously objected to what she did to your family, Mr. Jacobs, let me assure you. I only gave her the minimum amount of cooperation that I could."

"Is that so," asked Jamie, noncommittally.

"Yes," nodded Dana, emphatically. "For instance, I never revealed to her the place where you sold your old car, Ms. Romano," he said to Rose. "Or the truck stop where a group matching your descriptions was seen getting into a distinctively painted truck." He had found out about Rose's car right off the bat, but he always liked to keep an ace in the sleeve until it was the right time to play it, so he did not reveal that info to Alice Worth back then. He was going to tell her about it and the trucker, to get her to take him back into her confidences, but Section suddenly demoted them all, before he got a chance to. And here he played that little ace like a champ. These five youngsters were the talk of Section and word of their attack was making the rounds in the magical community like wildfire. The name Jamie Jacobs was fast becoming the supernatural equivalent of Chuck Norris, or the bogeyman, and if Dana could befriend them, he'd go far. Very far.

"And you didn't tell her this out of the goodness of your own heart and sympathy for our plight, right," asked a skeptical Helena.

The magical muzzle over his mouth bothered Jamie. It was probably standard issue for Section's mundane agents, to prevent them from spilling the beans about magic to those who didn't already know about it. The fact that it also prevented him from sensing this man's mind meant that when he thought he could sense them coming, he was so sadly mistaken and wrong. The only thought that gave him some comfort was the fact that he now knew how to spot them, if they turned out to be kind enough to walk into his line of sight before attacking.

The thing that really bugged Jamie about this particular Section agent, were his eyes. There was such an intensity in them that all his polite manners and charming smile couldn't hide. He looked like the people who knocked on your door on a weekend morning to tell you about Jesus, only a hundred times more zealous. It gave him the creeps. His power spirits and his own magical senses gave no alarm, so he let the man talk.

Dana kept smiling his easy, charming smile and said, "I'm interested in upholding the law and maintaining order, Ms. Worth. That is all. Your mother's actions went beyond that and I disagreed with them."

"Why didn't you lodge a complaint with the higher ups," she asked.

"I did," Dana lied, smoothly. "Why do you think I've been promoted to head up the local office, here in town? I'm in charge of all Section activity in this state. Well, the mundane kind of activity." He laughed a small, self-derisive laugh. He felt he had a long way to go before he could earn these people's trust.

Jamie's estimation of the man rose sharply. It was probably Dana's report that got his mom out of jail and the Worth house traps dispelled two weeks ago. He thought it was the recording of his and Helena's conversation with Alice Worth that he had kicked up Section's food chain that did it. He shook his head as he realized just how much blind luck and happenstance followed all of his dealings with magic.




A-Cup Angst Ch. 05



Dana broke the silence at the table by saying, "Anyway, you must be here about the werewolves, right? Anything I can do to help, you let me know. As a matter of fact, let me make a call and have all of our files delivered to you at once." He took out his cell phone and then folded it back up and put it back in his pocket. "You know what? I'm going to do you one better and personally fetch them for you. I'd love to hear your thoughts on the case!"

Jamie frowned. He had searched Section's files for the typical signs of werewolves and vampires and found none. "We're here on an unrelated matter," he told Dana, "but, please, tell us about the werewolves. We haven't heard of any animal attacks."

Dana's smile faltered and his brow bunched up. "Why would you hear of animal attacks," he asked, in genuine puzzlement. As soon as he spoke the words, he realized the kids were just that, kids that were new to this whole thing. If he could plant some distrust of official Section policy into the heads of these teenagers, they'd be his for the playing. No longer would he be the puppet. He would be the puppeteer. "Oh, you must think of the werewolves from the movies and stuff. Grrrr," he imitated a movie werewolf with his hands for claws. "No, no, no. The real deal is this. Wolves that carry lycanthropy bite humans and then they possess them during the night of the full moon. The men that get bitten don't change in any outwardly obvious way. They predate the streets and attack and kill lone people, usually the homeless, with their bare hands. They stay off the grid because cops everywhere just chalk the death up to a drunken hobo fight."

"That's awful," Sandra declared.

"Do you mean the brutal, bare handed murders, or the law enforcement's casual disregard for the less fortunate in our society," Dana asked of her.

"Ugh, both," she said.

"Why are there still werewolf attacks happening today," asked Rose. "Doctors are required by law to report anything they suspect might be the result of violence, like gun shots and so on, aren't they? Why isn't there a record of everyone that got bitten?" 

Dana counted on his fingers as he named the following, "Gunshot wounds, stabbings, and the beatings of women that might be the result of domestic violence. These things E.R. doctors must report. Animal bites are not on the list."

"Why not," asked Rose.

Dana smiled inwardly. If he could spin a good enough yarn, these youngsters might develop a habit of turning to him for information. And information was power. "Well, to tell you that, I must tell you the truth about werewolves and lycanthropy," said Dana before leaning in and continuing in a whisper. "When lycans possess werewolves during a full moon, they're actually prowling the streets in search of an ovulating woman."

"What do they do," interrupted Helena. "Walk up to women and ask them about their periods?"

Dana shook his head no and said, "They can smell it from afar. A super enhanced sense of smell is one of the changes conferred onto a werewolf during his possession. When they find an ovulating woman, walking alone, they'll seize her and drag her to an improvised lair, somewhere. In the lair, the werewolf will stay possessed and rape the victim, over and over again, until she conceives and gives birth to a child. After that, the werewolf will be released from his curse as the lycanthropic wolf that possessed him will be long dead of thirst by then, and its purpose fulfilled."

Sandra was listening breathlessly at the tale and finally asked, "What is their purpose? The birth of this child?"

Dana nodded. "Exactly," he confirmed. "The child in question is commonly called a Shifter. They're mages that learn to change into animals, with age. They also age at about half the speed of other witches and normal mortals. They are widely known for being at least twice as strong at magic than the average witch, which makes the three that Section has on its payroll, at the moment, particularly feared. Especially the two that are more than a hundred years old. Everyone fears those two guys."

"Well, I'd hate to run into them and have to face them," said Jamie.

Dana burst out in raucous laughter and slapped the table in appreciation of the joke Jamie had just said. His laughter slowly died on his lips as the people at the table didn't so much as grin. In fact, they all but glared at him. He cleared his throat and straightened his tie nervously. "I thought you were kidding," he explained.

"Why would I kid about that," Jamie asked.

"Well," Dana held his hands up in a gesture of confusion, "because you already did run into and defeat them. They were at The Suit's house last month."

"Oh," Jamie said as he connected the dots. It must have been the two old-timers that were flanking The Suit's door and were very quick on the trigger. They had gone down like everybody else. "I hadn't noticed."

Dana's eyes narrowed suspiciously at that declaration. The whole story was beginning to sound very, very iffy to him. Five kids waltzed into The Suit's house, took out twenty casters and two of the shifters, without breaking stride, and then signed their licenses and became freelance contractors for Section? Seriously unbelievable. Dana began to suspect it was all just another intimidation ploy, conjured up by The Suit itself. He mused on the idea that The Suit would dispense with the entire Johansson clan, just to lend credence to the tale. 

"Rose does have a point," Jamie broke Dana's trail of thought. "Why are there werewolf attacks still happening today? I know Alice Worth isn't the brightest bulb in the chandelier, but rounding up a bunch of wolves, particularly ones that sit still on a full moon, should be a no-brainer."

Dana shrugged and said, "I don't know, Mr. Jacobs. Section is usually a fully integrated service, but it does have a separate Hunting Department. I was never made privy to their dealings. All I know is the official story."

"Give it to us," Rose said.

"The official story within Section is that lycanthropy is a virus wolves suffer from naturally in North America and Siberia," said Moran. "However, the increase of werewolf attacks in the last five decades is attributed to wolves in the wild eating infected flesh that was carried over by high altitude balloons the Soviets sent our way during the Cold War. "

"Why high altitude balloons," asked Rose.

"During World War 2," Dana continued, "the Japanese sent high altitude balloons with incendiary ordnance to set our great forests ablaze. The project was an unparalleled success and the government took great pains to suppress any information about it, lest the Japanese send the balloons over in large numbers. Lacking positive feedback, the Imperial Army abandoned its most destructive weapon against the United States."

"Yes, thank you for the history lesson, Mr. Moran," said Helena, with sarcasm, "but what does this have to do with werewolves?"

Jamie squinted at Dana and said, "You suspect that Section is running some secret experiment to get more shifters born and they're piggy-backing their cover up on a pre-existing government cover up, don't you?" Dana nodded. "Terrifying thought, that. Tell me, what happens to the woman that gets raped for months, or the man that did the raping?"

"Well, the woman goes insane and is committed, leaving the child to become a ward of the State," said Dana.

"And thus free to be trained for Section enforcement from the get go," added Jamie.

Dana nodded again. "The men remember absolutely nothing of their possession. The wolf takes them in their house and returns them there, after the night is up. Not a one of the men that were ever caught and recorded in Section's files had even so much as suspected their nocturnal activities."

Jamie looked long and hard at Dana before asking, "Do you think there might be a bunch of very precocious teenagers matriculating high school over and over again while moonlighting as The Suit's off-the-books enforcers?"

Dana's brow raised and his face screwed up in a thoughtful grimace before he spread his arms wide and conceded, "Honestly, I would not be surprised in the least if there was."

"Oh, goody," Jamie whispered to himself, under his breath. Now he had animals to be on the lookout for? An image of a bunch of big, friendly dogs slobbering all over him and then toasting him with a fireball came to mind. He shivered in disgust. 

"What happens to women that get bitten," asked Sandra. "Do they go out and get fucked each full moon until they suddenly wind up pregnant with no memory of the how and when?" Sandra chuckled. "I haven't heard of any women screaming about immaculate conception on the news."

"According to Section's files," Dana said, "no woman has ever been bitten."

"Seriously," asked an incredulous Rose. "Why not?" Dana shrugged in response.

The five eighteen year olds at the table fell silent in contemplation. Dana ventured a question, "If you're not here to hunt werewolves, then what matter brought you here?" When they exchanged looks between them, he held his hands up, palms out. "I didn't mean to pry, I would just like to offer my help if it's a matter of Section business. I've already imposed too much upon your time." He stood up, took five cards out of his pocket and set one down on the table in front of each of them. "If there's anything I can help you with while you're here, accommodations, entertainment, the number of a good car service, anything at all, please don't hesitate to call on me. It has been a pleasure meeting you! Goodbye!" Dana left with a smile on his face.

Jamie felt decidedly stupid for thinking that a simple act of threatening the boss could get him off Section's hit list. They were much bigger than he suspected, even in his wildest dreams. The Suit was probably just biding its time to lull Jamie into a false sense of security. Sooner or later, the penny was going to drop and he was beginning to earnestly fear he wouldn't be able to come out on top, in the end. 

"I don't like that guy," said Rose and Helena agreed with a grunt. "It's not on account of the spell that prevented us from getting a read on him, it's his eyes." All the girls agreed with her. The guy was handsome, polite, charming, built like a fitness model and all that, but something was definitely off about him.

"I agree," said Jamie. "But we'll keep in friendly contact with him, all the same. I want someone on the inside to be inclined to help us with some information at the right time. Plus, I kinda owe him for sticking a monkey wrench in your mom's plans," he told Helena.

They finished with their lunch and shopping trip and then retreated to their hotel suite.

Jamie sat alone in the bedroom and forced himself to exorcise the thoughts of Section's dastardly plans against him and his family. He flew half way across the country precisely because he wanted to do something good and help someone. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and focused on the face of Arlene Hartford. He concentrated on her big eyes, looking at him, pleading for help. He exhaled, clearing his head and allowing a series of images of her to linger in his mind.

She was scared and she needed his help. Her big, warm eyes watered as her brow bunched up, pleadingly. There were people around her, people that were hurting her. She shook her head in denial, tossing her delicious curls about her head. Faceless goons surrounded her and sneered at her pleas for mercy. Their strong arms immobilized her nubile body between them. Jamie adjusted the way he sat on the bed. The men ripped off her clothing, stripping her of her dignity, and held her down on all fours. Her handful-sized breasts hung beneath her torso, even as her heaving breaths made her ribs visible. Her wide hips were bare and her perky buttocks were left completely open and vulnerable.

She cried and pleaded for mercy as a big, strong hand tangled its fingers in her hair, guiding her pretty mouth to a hard dick. Her whole body shook in a fast rhythm as throbbing cocks ran in and out of her nethers, violating her body and soul. She cried wordlessly for mercy, for help, for him. Jamie felt an uncomfortable pain. The jizz of the men marked her as soiled when it was spilled all over her features. The lights in her bright eyes dimmed a little with each and every spurt, but kept flickering on. Her lips moved in a wordless promise of great carnal rewards for him if he just rescued her from the faceless goons that were molesting her.

Jamie was startled out of his fantasy by the feeling of an uncomfortable, almost painful, tightness in his pants. His cock was hot, hard and heavy, straining against the fabric. He stood up in alarm. Did he just get aroused by fantasizing of Arlene being violated?

His heart beat a mile a minute and his hands reached for his forehead as he realized that he really did. The thought of Arlene Hartford being gangbanged against her will made him hard. His fingers tapped against his scalp. "What the fuck is going on in here," he whispered aloud. He paced up and down the room, but his hard on would not subside. "Fuckity fuck!" Seeing that his cock was not budging, he took off his pants to relieve himself of the pain.

Sonya entered the bedroom at that moment. "Jamie," she addressed him, "Sandra and Rose have an," her voice trailed off as she saw his cock tenting his boxer shorts. She licked her lips and smiled. He gave her the barest of nods and she leaped at him, mashing her lips against his. Their hands tore their clothes off in a mad frenzy. He needed to fuck his cock into submission, and she was more than eager for it. They fell on the bed with their arms still wrapped around each other. They jockeyed for position as Jamie worked out his frustration and embarrassment through his lips. She matched every ounce of passion he was pouring into their kisses.

That wasn't enough for him, so he rolled on top and broke the hug. He grasped his treacherous shaft and aimed it at her dewy opening. He pushed inside her insistently until he was hilted in her hot cavern. He began fucking her with all the energy he could muster. He used his cock to vent all of his self loathing on her pussy. She moaned and yelped in time with his thrusts. He gave it all he had and she matched him eagerly.

They fucked and rutted for over an hour and Sonya came dozens of times. Jamie came thrice and remained hard, despite not using his power to stay that way. He had never before had such sexual stamina without the use of magic. Jamie remembered that old adage, "if you can't spot the annoying person in the room, it's you". He ran a quick, mental checklist on himself.

Do you have sex slaves? Check!

Do you spend your time gathering power? Check!

Do you go into a blind, homicidal rage when provoked? Check!

Do you get super hard fantasizing of innocent women being raped? Check!

He felt like he had just walked into the darkest pit of Hell and found nothing scary there. He wasn't balancing on the fine line between good and evil, so much as he was taking a running start and executing a vault with a triple somersault to land as the dot on the "i" in evil. 

He rolled Sonya over and stuck his unyielding erection into her asshole. Both his cock and her asshole were coated in her juices. She relaxed at once and let him enter her pucker, but she still yelped with the mixture of pain and pleasure he was inflicting upon her. He fucked her ass with forceful strokes until he came for the fourth time and his nearly numb cock finally started to deflate. Sonya giggled breathlessly under him as he slipped out of her. "That was awesome," she praised his performance.

He laid an open-palmed spank on her ass and got up to go shower. He stopped at the door and asked, "Why did you come into the room?"

"Oh, right" Sonya exclaimed in sudden remembrance. "The girls have come up with a way to break the case, if it works."

Jamie took a long time in the shower. He was in the running for world champion masturbator for half his life, but he had never, ever fantasized of women being violated. He had never felt even the tiniest twitch of activity south of the border when he saw violence against women on TV. The marathon erection resulting from a teeny, tiny rape fantasy was really disturbing him. He forced himself to get back on track and rejoined the girls in the suite to hear of their bright idea, still toweling himself dry.

"It's something akin to psychometry," Sandra explained. "I'll recreate her last steps in her apartment, while she was being assaulted. If I'm successful, I should be able to see what she saw and maybe we'll get a clue that way." She was referring to the latest victim that brought them here in the first place.

"There are serious risks involved," countered Rose. "Risks we would be truly foolish to undertake, now that we're on Section's watch list."

"I'll be perfectly safe," Sandra insisted. "Nothing's going to happen to me. Section's people tried this over and over again at all the crime scenes and nothing ever happened to them."

"What she will be doing," Rose told Jamie, "is drawing out the mind of the missing woman to share a glimpse of her memories. If this woman had been killed in the meantime and Sandra here pours too much of her power into her spell, she might just wind up raising the deceased woman's spirit from the underworld."

"You're exaggerating," Sandra protested. Jamie hung his head as the two girls argued. 

Do your underlings raise the dead? Check!

He just sat there, holding his head in his hands and shaking it lightly in disbelief. How the hell did he go from nerdy little part time cell phone salesman, who never hurt a fly, to spirit raising sorcerer in just six months? Helena stopped the fight and got the girls to settle on a compromise. Sandra would try out her idea if Jamie gave her a strict order to not invest too much of her power into the spell. Jamie sat and looked blankly at the girls, for a moment, and then gave the order. He had Helena pick out his clothes for him and then they all went over to the missing woman's apartment.

The door was taped over with police tape and a wax seal was placed over a notice that was glued to both the door and the doorjamb. Jamie waved his fingers and the entire thing detached from the door. He flicked another finger and the door quietly unlocked and swung open. They filed into the apartment. A hand gesture from him resulted in the door closing behind them, locking itself, and the notices and tape reattaching to the door and jamb.

In the silence and darkness that followed, Jamie's senses broke through his funk with dire observations about the apartment. Very foul magics were worked there recently and a bitter aftertaste lingered. He gave Sandra the go ahead and remained on guard. Sandra held the report of the police's re-enactment of the crime and replayed the movements of the victim as best as they could be guessed at. There was nothing happening.

"Do it again," Jamie ordered, guided by his instincts. "Focus on her emotions in the moment, more than on her actions." Sandra nodded and cleared her mind. She stood still for a minute, before she began to mime the woman's moves to herself. Her breathing quickened and her face went pale in genuine fear. In a matter of seconds, Jamie felt a partial presence in the apartment. It was drawn there by Sandra's spell, but it felt incomplete and seemed to him to be unable to join with Sandra. "Feel incomplete, like a big part of you has been taken from you," he ordered her.

He felt the presence slipping away. Sandra was getting nowhere fast. Jamie finally dispatched a power spirit to do what it could. It slowly dissipated into the walls of the apartment. A tendril of spirit shot out of the biggest bloodstain on the wall and hit Sandra right between the eyes. Sandra gasped and her eyes and mouth shot open. She toppled over, only to be caught by Helena and Sonya. Her limbs trembled like she had Parkinson's disease and her mouth opened and closed like she was a drowning fish. She emitted nonsensical sounds for a few seconds before she closed her eyes and mouth and relaxed in their arms.




A-Cup Angst Ch. 05



Everyone looked to each other in confusion and alarm. Sandra gasped and her eyes shot open again. "Phew," she said, "that was disturbing. Let me up!" She waved off everyone's questions and insisted she was fine now and that they should let her up, already.

When she was vertical, she looked at Jamie and said, "I saw the warlock's face. It's only one guy that's abducting these women. I know what he looks like. I can make a sketch of him." Jamie nodded and ordered them all to go back to the hotel suite.

While they were walking to their cars, Rose peppered Sandra with questions of how did being possessed fell like. "It was nothing like when Jamie possesses us to store power in his rings," she told her. "This spirit just felt different."

"Different," asked Rose. "How so?"

Sandra stood by the Subaru and looked in the distance, reliving and ordering the memories she just acquired. "Incomplete," she finally responded. Jamie had felt something akin to that when he intervened. It seemed to him like they were trying to get a clean slice of solid cheese, only for it to keep coming up Swiss. The woman's spirit had seemed to him like it was full of holes where holes should not be.

"What do you mean incomplete," asked a bewildered Rose. "Are you sure you got the right one?"

"Yeah, Jamie sent her into me and she tried to communicate with me," said Sandra. "It was like she couldn't speak or understand me, and she had no eyes and no ears and no ability to move at all. It was such a horrible feeling. She was made of nothing but memories that she couldn't even interpret for herself. I'm," she faltered for words. "I don't know how to explain what it felt like. It was torment of the most horrible kind. There was no pain, but..."

Jamie gave her a gentle hug and a kiss on the forehead. "All that matters is that you saw the face and that we're going to end this woman's torment as soon as we find this warlock," he whispered in her ear. "Come on, focus on the image of this punk's face and scry for him. Section can't find the women, but maybe this dipshit hasn't thought of covering his own ass." Sandra tried her best, but came up with no result, despite having a clear image to focus on. She let out a roar of frustration as they parked at the hotel.

"It's okay, sweetie," Jamie consoled her. "It was just a long shot to cover all the bases. you can still get him and set these women free. All you have to do is draw us a picture so we can run it through some computers."

Back in the suite, Sandra immediately sat down at the table and started Photoshop. She went online and a picture of a man's face took up most of the screen. "That's Kiefer Sutherland," exclaimed Helena, seeing the face. "That's a young Kiefer from that movie he did with Julia Roberts, ages ago! Are you telling me that Kiefer Sutherland is going around abducting young women!?"

"No," Sandra rolled her eyes at Helena. "The warlock just kind of looks like him. The nose and the eyes and the chin are a little different. I just loaded this photo to have something to start with. Now, if you'll excuse me," Sandra smiled wild-eyed at Helena, "I'm going to make a photo of our assailant."

Helena raised her hands in surrender and moved away from Sandra. Sonya, who had taken a nap after Jamie fucked her, came out of the bedroom, looking for round two. Jamie dismissed her offer with a shake of his head and retreated to the other bedroom. He lay down on the bed and crossed his hands under his head. He needed to do some serious thinking.

About five minutes into his heavy thinking, Helena slipped into the room and closed the door behind herself. "Jamie, baby," she asked, "what's troubling you? Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not particularly," he sighed. "I'm just lying here, thinking on whether or not I'm evil."

"Now that's crazy talk, Jamie," Helena said. "People are what they do. What evil deeds have you done?"

"I took slaves and attacked a score of law enforcement officials, for a start," he replied.

"That was done in self-defense and the defense of your family," Helena said. "There's legal precedent that says private persons are allowed to defend themselves against agents of the State in a case of necessity. As for the taking of slaves, please explain to me how you did that when you had no magical power to take them with?"

"You know how I did it," he grumbled.

"That's right," Helena insisted, "you turned their own dangerous ritual against them, in a clear cut act of self defense. If acting in self defense makes you evil, well, then half the people on this planet are evil."

Jamie's brow scrunched up. "What's with all this legal-sounding talk," he asked her.

"Well," she drawled, "you said you wanted me to take pre-law and become a lawyer some day, so I thought I'd better start boning up on stuff. Speaking of boning..." Her thin lips curled into a sexy smile as she sat on the bed next to him and started stroking his thigh. "how about you let me suckle on a bone, right now?"

"I'm beat," he replied, "Sonya drained me dry."

Helena lay next to him and pressed herself against his form. "I happen to know, for a fact, you can undo all that with your magic and a single thought."

"Thank you for the offer, Helena," he said politely, but firmly, "but I'm going to have to decline. Tell Sandra to send the picture to Moran and Cyrus as soon as she's done with it. Then have her and Rose come in here, we need to restore power spirit number ten, before bed."

She knew better than to argue with him so she gave him a quick, tender kiss on the lips and got off the bed. At the door, she turned around and said, "If you're going to do the whole, capital "e" evil thing, the girls and I are with you, one hundred percent. As a matter of fact, I feel that I should point out some of the things you already did wrong. You sent three rapists to jail and arranged for Rosenberg to get a retrial. Things like those might make people think you're not evil." Jamie kept staring at the ceiling in response.

She went through the door and then popped her head back in. "Oh, and I've heard his sister, Liv, might quit home schooling and actually attend high school with the other kids, this fall. Something about the guilty being punished restoring her faith in the world, or some such. But I guess that could be considered an evil deed." She adopted a tone of voice normally employed by people who bitched about the long hours in the salt mine. "Making a young girl have to get up each morning, trudge her way to a school, still half-asleep, to get taught by underpaid teachers and hang out with her peers. Sounds awful. Just awful." Once she closed the door behind herself, she huffed in annoyance. She loved Jamie to pieces, but he could be such a whiny, little bitch at times.

In the federal building, in a small office with the Department of Homeland Security seal on it, sat Dana Moran and rubbed his tired eyes. A new email notification sounded from his computer. After coming across the fearsome five at lunch today, he decided to finish off all of his workload so he would be free to devote all his time to them, if they called on him. It simply would not do to get a shot at the big leagues and then get undermined for not fulfilling his daily duties. He shook his head in frustration. All he did in this office was shuffle papers around, like a mindless drone. And his supervisor kept emailing him with complaints about tiny, insignificant details. 

He raised his eyes and looked at the empty desks and offices he could see from his desk. Office hours were long gone. The sight of empty seats served to remind him that he was the one that was winning. He was the one that was still there, still at it. He was the one that was working towards the rewards to come. Still, he toyed with the idea of blowing off the most recent round of petty, e-mailed complaints until Monday. There would be some others by then, anyway. He was sure of it.

His cell rang and he reached in his pocket. The number was unknown to him. "Moran," he answered, tiredly.

"Agent Moran, this is Sandra Grant," she identified herself. "Did I call at a bad time?"

Dana sat up straight and perked up. His heart beat wildly. He swallowed and forced a genial tone of voice to say, "No, not at all, Ms. Grant. What can I do for you?"

"I've just sent you an email with a composite drawing of Section's most wanted suspect," she said. "I wanted to know you received it alright." Dana clicked and saw the email. It contained a Section case code and an attached picture. He opened the attachment. "We'd appreciate it if you would run the photograph through some facial recognition software and various national databases. If you could give us a list of names of people who look most like that picture, we'd be able to find the perpetrator."

"Yes, of course," responded Dana. "I've received your email and I'll get right on it! Can I reach you at this number and email address with the results?"

"Yes," answered Sandra. "Thank you."

"No, no," insisted Dana, with an audible smile, "thank you, Ms. Grant!" She hung up and he loaded the case code onto Section's network. His jaw dropped when he saw the case in question was The Case of the Decade. The Suit itself was shitting bricks over this matter and the whole organization was scrambling over it, but getting nowhere. These five kids just called him up, out of the blue, and gave him the first real break in the investigation. He found himself suddenly believing the improbable story of their attack on The Suit's headquarters.

This was his big break. Helping bring this matter to a successful and discrete close, was a career making move. He thanked Providence and his lucky stars for a brief moment, before jumping into action. "When an opportunity presents itself, use it, don't just praise it," he reminded himself. He consulted the duty roster and saw who was overseeing the data network for the night. He pulled out his own notes on the likes and dislikes of people he already met in the building and found that he hadn't yet learned anything about the person in question. He looked to his badge and smiled. "Oh, well, it's not like I haven't got any authority around here."

The mainframes ran the facial recognition software the whole night long, coming up with hundreds of possible matches. Dana diligently ran all the names down, using every resource and shortcut at his, and Section's, disposal. Around four a.m., he found that one young man's cell phone had been in the area of all the disappearances at the appropriate times. He giggled in glee. This must be the perp. 

A thorough background check revealed that his parents were junkies that were killed in front of his eyes when he was a little kid and that he spent his youth in the foster care system and bouncing in and out of juvenile detention facilities. His file read like a textbook progression of a serial killer's psyche until he reached age fifteen. Then he became a little angel, practically over night. Dana had seen this type of anomaly in Section files before. It meant the little shit managed to start using his powers at that age and began to cover his tracks. 

Tearing through his home town police force's case files, Dana found that two young women, who had regular contact with the perp, had also gone missing, years ago. Section didn't pick up on their cases, because the modus operandi employed was different than the one consistently used in the last ten disappearances. Dana's Quantico training enabled him to see the progression and refinement of the perp's m.o. during these first two abductions.

He set a wiretap on the perp's phone and listened in on the sound of snoring. He triangulated it and found out that the man was sleeping in an abandoned farmhouse well outside of town, in the middle of nowhere. He sent all the information up Section's food chain and to the email Sandra Grant used to send him the original photo. He made sure to share equal credit for the find with them. He stretched his arms and yawned. Outside, dawn was breaking. If he didn't get some sleep himself, he'd be of no use to anyone today. He went back to his office and chugged four highly caffeinated energy drinks. He lay on his couch and set his cell phone to sound an alarm in forty-five minutes.

The device let out its annoying, little sounds and Dana jumped up, fully awake and alert. He ran to check on his work. The perp was still snoring in the same place, and Section had sent him an email ordering him to greet and guide a full strike and intervention team that will arrive at the local airport around three in the afternoon. He smiled. That was his ticket to the top being validated. The next email was from Grant and it simply read: "Thanks."

His eyes narrowed at the single word. It was sent just minutes ago. He thought to himself that there's no way these kids would know where to find the perp. There was no way they'd haul off and get the perp on their own. He ordered a triangulation of the cell phone Sandra had called him from, earlier. His hopes floundered as he saw that the device was on the move. It was weaving its way through the city streets, heading in the general direction of the farmhouse. "Shit," he swore aloud and ran headlong towards the stairs to the vehicle pool. His promotion was in no way guaranteed. He needed to be an integral part of the team that took down this criminal. It didn't matter if it was official Section enforcement or a bunch of freelancers. All that mattered was that he hurried. His flashing lights and siren cleared the way of traffic and he was soon out on the open road, eating up the distance to the farmhouse.

He turned the lights and siren off, miles from the place, and quietly drove up to where the fearsome five had parked. The farm itself was separated from the paved road by means of a drainage canal, and only a brief bridge, with a gate on its end, allowed vehicles to enter it from the road. Jamie stepped forward and greeted Dana with, "What are you doing here, Moran?"

"I'm here to thank you for your part in apprehending this criminal," he responded. "I've already filed the necessary paperwork and you'll receive the bounty posted for information on this perp."

"Perp needs to get taken down," Jamie said.

Dana nodded, saying, "A full strike and intervention team has been assembled and will be here, this afternoon, to take down the criminal."

Jamie made a thin, sour grin at hearing that. There was exactly no chance that he was going to stand there and twiddle his thumbs while Arlene and the other women were being held in the barn. "Too bad," he sighed. "The perp is getting taken down right now, so this team Section is sending will just have to be late."

Dana was taken aback by the steel in the boy's eyes. The girls also looked just about ready to explode. He could tell that he wasn't going to be able to dissuade them, so he didn't even bother trying, lest he lose their good will. "In that case," he said, nodding, "I'm coming with you."

"No, you're not," said Jamie.

"It's my job, Mr. Jacobs," Dana responded. "More than that, it's my duty. And if I don't verify your efforts here, today, then Section will not pay you any funds."

Jaime rolled his eyes, looked heavenward in frustration and then wordlessly consulted with his girls. Money didn't matter to him, he just wanted to do the right thing here. At last, he cleared his throat and said, "My op, my team, my call. You stay out of this."

"I am a trained and experienced law enforcement professional that-" Dana was cut off by Jamie's raised hand.

"You're not part of my team."

"I have breached more than-"

"My team is highly trained and integrated. We do things our way, we communicate without speaking, and we can't have an outsider trampling underfoot."

Dana bit back his frustration at being ordered around by a teenager and forced a smile on his face. "Sir," he nearly threw up at calling the kid that, "I am perfectly capable of taking orders."

Jamie's brow raised at that. "You are," he inquired.

"Yes, sir," Dana stated, emphatically.

"Ok, then," said Jamie. It would be much better all around if they had a Section witness to tell the tale of their takedown. Still, the man wasn't going anywhere near the action. He might spot Sonya and Helena's lack of magic in the melee. "You can participate. Stay here and guard the perimeter."

"Sir," asked a confused Dana.

"You'll stay here and guard the perimeter," Jamie instructed. "Make certain no civilians encroach into the field of operation." Dana glanced around in disbelief. There was obviously no one around for miles. The road was clear in both directions for as far as the eye could see. "Or you can stay here, asleep at the wheel, and we'll come wake you when it's all over."

Dana suffered through the condescending tone of this child and grinned before nodding yes. "Yes, sir," he said, formally, "I'll guard the perimeter."

"Good man," Jamie nodded. They got into their cars and took off, breaking down the gate and rushing up the long drive to the barn that was barely visible in the distance. Dana opened the trunk of his vehicle and took out the body armor, shotgun, ammo and a pair of binoculars. He donned the armor, loaded the shotgun and watched through his binoculars as the cars got to the barn.

When the cars got about a hundred feet from the barn, eight women ran out of it and charged headlong at them. The gang faltered and stared, uncertain what to make of the sight that greeted them.

When Jamie and the girls read someone's aura, it was most akin to watching a foreign TV show without subtitles or dubbing. You didn't know the specifics, but you could tell what it was about. When he looked at someone's warded aura, it was like static on TV. No signal, but an operating device. Looking at these women, it was like he had turned on the TV, only for the stand-by light to go out and nothing else happen. His stored spirits told him they were absolutely immune to magic and he just gaped in mute confusion. 

Helena and Sonya, who were behind the wheels, swerved to avoid hitting the women. The women reached for the passing cars with inhuman speed and agility. One actually grasped the door handle of their lead car, Sonya's Subaru, and held on as Sonya drove a short distance and executed a perfect handbrake turn. Rose locked the door as soon as she saw what they were dealing with. The woman planted her feet against the side of the car and tugged at the locked door. She ripped it open and tried to reach in to grab a freaked out Rose from the passenger seat. Sonya turned sharply and the woman lost her one armed grip to go sailing through the air and crashing through the main farmhouse's walls.

Jamie sensed an opening and one of his stored spirits dashed towards the hole in the wall. The car's wards, that should have prevented this from happening in the first place, restored the door to its original, pristine condition. Jamie's mind was assailed by strange concepts, coming from the expended spirit's spell. It had managed to sneak into the woman, who went through the wall, through a big gash in the skin of her shin. Their skin was making them impervious to magic. Jamie's confusion doubled. No one could live inside a skin impervious to magic, yet these women were very lively.

The BMW just whizzed past the Subaru, chased by four women. Jamie idly noted Arlene Hartford among them. Three more descended upon the Subaru and began kicking massive dents in its body and huge holes through its windows. Rose and Sandra shrieked in terror. The windows were enchanted to be immune to damage done from the outside in. Sonya desperately tried to shake them loose, without running them over.

Finally, a clear picture of the women came to Jamie's mind. They were robots. The knowledge of how to put them into stand-by mode came to him from the expended spirit's spell and he snapped his fingers, releasing a pulse of the appropriate kind of electromagnetic energy. All the women froze and then toppled over, their limbs locked in place. The Subaru's windows reassembled as soon as the women that smashed them fell out of the way. The car's body restored itself to its former glory.




A-Cup Angst Ch. 05



"Come on," called Jamie. "They're robots! Ignore them! We've got to get the warlock!"

They drove back to the barn and the young man, whom Sandra had drawn earlier, charged at them, fire in one hand, lightning in the other. The three casters wasted no time in dispelling his spells and turning his magic against him. He lay in the dry dirt, writhing in pain, as the trio stood over him.

They changed their spell and he lay there, immobile and unable to use his magic. Jamie crouched next to his head. "Let's talk," he suggested. The young man hacked up a ball of thick snot and spat it at Jamie. The ball of snot stopped in mid flight and returned to splatter itself over the warlock's face. The young man shook his head, trying to get rid of his own mucus. "I can't believe you made humanoid robots. Gynoids, to be precise. How ever did you manage to program them?"

"I didn't," replied the warlock.

Jamie raised his hand in a gesture of puzzlement. "Then how do they operate," he asked.

The warlock rolled his eyes like he was asked the dumbest question in all history. He spoke to Jamie as if he was a particularly stupid child, "There are gems infused with thought patterns inside their craniums, and these thought patterns operate like microprocessors, except that they're fully programmed in advance. I just add a master gem that's invested with my power and makes the whole thing obey my orders."

"Wow," Jamie admired. "That must have been so much work, inputting your thoughts into the gems. How did you copy them among the robots?"

The warlock gaped at Jamie like he was crazy. "I didn't," he empathized. "You stupid, or something? That would take me decades! I took the thought patterns from people I found."

The five's jaws dropped in horror. "What do you mean," asked Helena.

The warlock took a calming breath and explained, "When I copy someone, I take their thought patterns and instill them into gems that I insert into the gynoids. I'm not gonna store my own thought patterns."

"Souls," realized Rose. "He took their souls!" Jamie's heart sank as he realized that Arlene Hartford was long dead, killed by this monster at his feet. Shards of her spirit were trapped inside the gynoid modeled after her, but she was long gone. No wonder the spirits couldn't be reached by Section's seers, they were incomplete. Their abilities to communicate were locked inside the gynoids, beyond the reach of any magic.

"Thought patterns," corrected the warlock. Jamie roused himself and coldly regarded the piece of shit at his feet. It was going to die a very painful and slow death, he decided. Helena stood behind him and squeezed his shoulder. The touch snapped him out of his blinding rage. He felt like he needed to interrogate the warlock first. He looked to the gynoids strewn all around.

"They moved so lifelike," he whispered, sadly.

The young man finally stopped twisting about and glared at Jamie. "How the fuck should they move," he snarled.

"I only meant that most people use hydraulics or pneumatics, and you used... what did you use?"

The warlock seemed glad to be able to talk about his genius as he calmed down and said, "I used strands that contract under an electrical charge to simulate actual muscles. I attached them to the ceramic bones in the exact same way they were attached in the original subjects. The bones were also modeled after the actual subjects' bones."

Rose cut him off with, "If you took the time to model their bodies after the originals, why didn't you also take the time to program them?!"

The warlock chuckled at her question. "It didn't take much time," he gloated. "I just ripped their skins off and watched their muscles contract. Then I had the raw building blocks of the fibers imbed themselves into the muscle tissue already there and slowly displace it to take its shape and size. The same with the bones."

"Were they alive during this," shouted Sandra.

"Well, duh," insisted the warlock, "I needed to see how they moved their muscles."

"When and how did you kill them," asked Helena, barely holding back from vomiting in disgust.

The warlock dismissed her question with a snort. "Oh, I didn't, they just died during the procedure. I then gathered their thought patterns, divided the useful ones from the crap, put the good stuff into the gynoids and cleaned up the viscera."

"Why," screamed Sandra. "Why would you do this to them!?"

"Why not," retorted the warlock. "Let's face it, I would have made my girls one way or another, and this way, I just saved myself, like, a decade, or so, of work. It's not like these chicks mattered. I am a god in human form! I should be able to..."

Jamie cut off the shit's control over all of his muscles and restored his sense of touch and pain. He put his hand over the monster's midsection and made it boil from the inside out. The warlock's breath quickened and hitched, but that was the only indication he could give of the horrible pain inside of him. He would have passed out with shock, but Jamie put the magical kybosh on that. His skin bubbled up and his fecal matter exploded out of his rectum, only to be diverted into his face by Jamie's magic. His belly grew and grew until it ruptured and more blood and guts covered his face. His eyes rolled back inside his head and he slowly, impotently suffocated under an inch of his own shit and burnt bowels that were plugging up his nose and mouth.

Rose and Sandra made the stench of charred flesh dissipate. Jamie wiped the tears from his face. His nose was stuffed up. He didn't know how this sick fuck justified to itself what it did to those women and he honestly felt that he would become a lesser human being, just by hearing it.

"Not so fast, fuckshit," whispered a bitter Rose. Everyone looked to her as her hand reached out and grabbed the air above the corpse. An ethereal representation of the warlock's face showed up in her grasp. "Tell me of everyone you've ever hurt." The spirit hesitated for a few seconds and then Rose's face took on an ugly expression. 

The spirit wailed in horror and misery, before it began its litany of names and addresses. Jamie held up his phone and recorded the voice Rose's magic gave to the spirit.

Everyone was sickened by the long recitation. Aside from the women he modeled his robots after, he had also killed dozens of people, over the years, for no reason at all. When he spoke of the things he did with newborn babies that he stole, in order to curse the skins of the women to be impervious to magic, everyone repeated their breakfast and sobbed in misery.

After coughing up his guts, Jamie got up, fueled with nothing but his wrath and grabbed the case with three swords from the trunk of the Subaru. He peeled some of the skin off the nearest robot. He had to do it without any enhanced strength, as it dissipated from his muscles as soon as the blade made contact. Finally, he made a hole and used his power to reach into the robot's cranium. He retrieved the gems, which turned out to be diamonds. He released the spirit fragments held within and immediately felt a sense of relief and gratitude. The tormented souls were being made whole.

Without any ceremony, he seized the warlock's spirit and stuffed it whole into a diamond. "I don't believe in Heaven and Hell," said Jamie, "but I do know how to make you feel eternal torment, you piece of shit." Jamie filled the gem with images of people living long and happy lives, creating a better today and tomorrow for themselves and their loved ones. "Suffer forever, you little cunt!" Jamie programmed into the gem the certain knowledge that the warlock could have done all of that, that he could have chosen to do it all, at any moment, and that it was his own fault, and no one else's, that he didn't make that choice.

He augmented all of his muscles as he hurled the gem away into the air over the barren fields, to land somewhere where it would, hopefully, never be found by anyone. His fist nearly broke the sound barrier and it took expending one of his stored magics to keep his limb from suffering major damage. 

The five of them hugged and cried wordlessly for a long time, utterly overwhelmed by the sheer, mindless evil they just laid bare. They collapsed on the ground, among the immobilized robots, and sobbed.

Finally, when they were drained of all emotion, they sat up and looked over the robots. "We need to destroy all of this," Helena declared. "Everything that monster ever touched."

"Yeah," agreed Jamie. "We can't have Section running around with stuff like this." He rubbed his eyes a few times before he could clear his vision enough to make out the road in the distance and Dana's car parked by the bridge. It was a tiny dot in his vision. "Sonya, go and get agent Moran. We'll need him here to witness all of this, so he can send the feds to notify all the families of the victims."

He strolled over all of the gynoids and checked them out. There were twelve in total, four had stayed in the barn, with the warlock, when they drove up. Those four were naked. Sonya drove away and Jamie looked over to the gynoid made in Arlene's image. He used his sword to open a huge gash in the skin of its back.

He walked back to the BMW and turned on his laptop. He connected a high capacity external disk to it and used one of his stored powers to get a complete and exhausting schematic of the Arlene Hartford shaped gynoid. He stored and saved the data, including her original DNA from the cursed skin and a chemical breakdown of the various alloys used. Someday, he was going to see if anything this brilliant monster did could be replicated without hurting people. 

"Make holes in the skin of each robot," he ordered, "only then can we use magic to disassemble them into parts, pull them out and destroy them. The skins are immune to magic, so we'll have to tear down this barn, make a bonfire and burn them the old-fashioned way." Helena and Sandra got the other two swords out of the case and went about the assigned task. The two cars drove up and he set aside his computer.

Jamie had never been someone who could read people's emotions and expressions well, but Dana Moran's eyes lit up at the sight of the robots in a way that left no doubt as to what he was thinking. He saw them as a wonderful new opportunity for Section and a terrific chance for his own advancement. He cited regulations, protocols, rules and customs, trying to get them to stop disassembling the machines, all in the sake of preserving evidence, or allowing the families to achieve closure.

Jamie played the ghost's confession for Moran to hear. He kept on with his efforts to persuade them, until the ghost's unrepenting voice got to the part about boiling the newborns alive. Moran's words faltered. Then his eyes lost their light. Then his face lost its color. He threw up stomach acid and fell over in shock. When he started tearfully squealing and begging for the things to be destroyed, Jamie felt hope for the agent's humanity.

Jamie and his witches released all the spirit fragments from the gems and felt a tremendous relief, deep in their bones. Even Moran sat up at that moment. They put all the robotic parts in one heap and Jamie expended another power to atomize them and shoot them all the way up into the stratosphere to be dissipated all over the planet. They made the bonfire then and set every inch of the cursed skins on fire.

The noon sun shone down on them, mercilessly, after their gruesome work was done. Jamie emailed a copy of the taped confession to The Suit and also Moran's email. He looked at the shell-shocked young agent and asked, "Are you going to be all right?" Moran looked at him with lifeless eyes for a minute or two, before shaking his head no.

"You should ask to lead the notification team that tells the victim's families of their loved ones' fates," advised Sandra. "Maybe a sense of closure will help you."

"I have to be at the airport in three hours," he spoke with a dead voice.

Jamie and the girls got in their cars. "Drive safe," he called to the agent as they drove off. They didn't speak a word during the drive back to the hotel, or the elevator ride up to their suite. Once inside, they all collapsed in seats across the main room. Helena sat on the armrest of his chair and rubbed his shoulders to comfort him. Jamie looked at all the girls' faces. Their disgust and shock were obvious.

"Feel evil now, dear," Helena asked of him, referencing the conversation they had last night. "I ask because we saw true evil today."

"Just because you've met a monster, you're not," Jamie said, then trailed off. He wiped his face with his hand.

"Oh, come on, Jamie," she insisted, "what's your damage?"

"Guilt," he replied. "Crippling guilt is my damage. Now, I don't feel guilty for what I did to you. You're not my slave, you're just in love with me forever." Helena hugged his head to her breast and smiled. "And you were a class-A thundercunt before your personality changed to best suit mine, so, actually, I've done you and the world a big favor when I took you with your own spell. But the three of them..."

His slave girls regarded him, mutely waiting for any order he might give. Jamie found himself wondering, for the first time, what the situation inside their heads was truly like. "Sandra, I order you to think back hard at who you were, before you did the ritual that enlarged your breasts, and tell me the truth of what that Sandra would think of this situation."

Sandra only thought for a second, before replying, "She'd love it and resent it a bit, at the same time."

"Elaborate," Jamie ordered.

"She always dreamed of being enslaved by a mighty man and you are almost spot on, as far as that goes. She'd resent not being able to resist an order of yours, like, not ever, but she always used to get so fucking horny at the thought of being taken like that for real by someone, some day. I think that she would be just as happy as I am today!"

Jamie believed her words. Her little speech about wanting to be his slave way back before the life force transfer had been complete, was etched hard into his brain. "Well, there's one girl I shouldn't feel too guilty about enslaving," he thought to himself. "Thank you for saying that, Sandra," he told her, "but I'm still sorry for taking your choices away from you."

Helena nudged him on the shoulder and said, "Didn't you hear her? She told you the truth, she'd love and choose this, even if she had a choice in the matter!"

Sandra nodded and smiled. "Old Sandra would totally love the fact that we saved all the innocent people that warlock was surely going to kill in the near future," she declared. "She'd feel as proud as I do."

Jamie nodded in appreciation and looked to Rose. "Rose, I order you to think back hard at who you were, before you did the ritual that enlarged your breasts, and tell me the truth of what that Rose would think of this situation we're in, now."

Rose thought a bit harder and longer than Sandra, before saying, "She'd mostly like it." In response to Jamie's raised eyebrows, she continued, "She'd definitely hate the fact that she's your slave, but she'd love all this power that you wield. After you told off The Suit, she'd fucking volunteer to be your bitch for all eternity. She'd try to use her sexuality to manipulate you and get you to do things her way, but she wouldn't mind you being formally in charge, as long as things went her way, in the end. When she thought about the future, she always saw herself as the woman behind the man and that man was, like, super important and powerful. So, yeah, she'd love being close to you and your powers, but she'd resent not being able to manipulate you into doing her bidding, by whatever means necessary."

Jamie shook his head as he mulled her answer over. It did nothing to assuage the guilt he was feeling. "Sonya, I order you to think back hard at who you were, before you did the ritual that enlarged your breasts, and tell me the truth of what that Sonya would think of this situation."

Sonya didn't even think before she said, "She'd murder you in your sleep, somehow. Probably poison."

All the girls gasped at the answer. Jamie blinked and shook his head, like his brain had misfired. He gaped long at Sonya's calm, beautiful face until he finally said, "Whuh?!"

"She was going to kill you anyway, after her breast enlargement was done," she calmly said, "and it would stand to reason that she'd poison you at this time."

Jamie gaped at her, shaking his head in disbelief. "The fuck are you on about," he whispered incredulously. "Why would the old you kill me?"

"Well, the old Sonya thought that losing her virginity to a lowlife like she thought you were, was a serious hiccup in her life plan and she wanted, no needed," she corrected her phrasing, "for you to die and take that secret to the grave with you," she calmly said.

"What about us," shouted Helena. "We were all there!"

"Well, she hadn't quite thought of it from every angle, but she felt safe that you would never go around talking about magic, so nobody would ever believe you if you tried to spread the word that she wasn't a virgin anymore, cause she had sex to make her boobs grow" Sonya confessed.

"You were going to kill me," asked Jamie, standing up shocked.

Sonya nodded saying, "Yes! The old Sonya had researched this potion that would give you a brain bleed. She was going to charm you to drink it and then walk into traffic to get hit by a passing car. Doctors would think you had an undiagnosed aneurysm that burst when the car hit you and that would be that. Her secret would have been safe."

All the girls regarded Sonya with hatred in their eyes. She just sat there, serene, and gobbled up Jamie's form with her eyes, as he paced about the room with his hands in his hair and his mouth agape. "She was going to murder me," he kept muttering to himself. He stopped in front of Sonya and pointed an accusatory finger at her. "You even planned out a perfect murder! I'm sickened by you!" Sonya looked like she would become violently ill at his words.

"Holy shit on a motherfucking stick," Jamie shouted, resuming his pacing. "I've been beating myself up over being an evil slaver bastard, and all this time..." He got into Sonya's face again. "You deserve much worse, you fucking bitch!!" He shrugged off Helena's comforting hands. "You're as bad as she is! Or was! Were! Gah!" He quit trying to figure out the proper way to state things and paced in a circle around the seats. Helena resumed her seat, chastised and crestfallen.

He couldn't believe he had been sickened by seeing Sonya's mind blanked that first time. "You deserve to be crippled, like, have your spine severed, and then lie in a bed, watching doctors chop off your infected limbs, one at a time, like in that Clint Eastwood boxing movie!" He ran his hands across one another, dry washing them nervously. "What is this world coming to? Innocent women that created music and comedy, and innocent, newborn babies..." his voice faded in tears. "And then you get to run around as part of my posse and get sexed whenever, however? Not fair! Not gonna happen anymore!"

He calmed down as he realized his problem. As soon as he started tapping that sweet, tight ass adorned by those great tits, he had forgotten the simple fact that Sonya Mitchell had always been a remorseless sociopath, pathological liar and verbal bully. Her day was never complete unless she had made some people miserable. He shook his head with disgust at himself for forgetting all those things. "One taste of pussy and all good sense goes out the window," he yelled at himself.

After a few more minutes of pacing, he finally got a hold of himself. The girls all wore expressions of fear and anguish at his seemingly unconnected, but very angry monologue. "Relax," he ordered them and they all instantly did. He rolled his eyes in frustration and pointed at Sonya, "Not you! You feel anguish this whole night! Sit there, don't move, except to go to the bathroom when you really need to, and feel utter misery and anguish! Think back to every fear and nightmare you ever had and relive them all, right here, the whole night to come. If you run out of them, think up some new ones!




A-Cup Angst Ch. 05



"Fuck this shit! What was I thinking? That I had to go around the world and chase down the things that go bump in the night to atone for my misdeeds? What misdeeds?" He pointed at Sonya and Helena. "You two had this coming to you! This is actually too mild a punishment for you both! I'll think of something worse, don't worry. One thing's for certain, I don't feel any guilt about you two! Not anymore! Not even a bit. Now you," he pointed at Sandra, "you fucking like this, don't you?" She nodded. "Well, there you go! Dream come true for a teenage submissive slut! Nothing to feel guilty about!"

He looked Rose over and asked, "What was old, pre-ritual Rose going to do with me, if the ritual had gone off without a hitch?"

She looked pensive for a moment and then shrugged. "She would have ignored you," she said. "She didn't really care if you were alive or dead, so long as she could drain your life force to make her boobs grow."

Jamie faltered, somewhat, but continued in his irate vein, "Nothing much to feel guilty about there, either! You got what was coming to you, too! Didn't you?!" He shook his head to himself and took a few deep, calming breaths. He seized Sandra's hand and dragged her to one of the bedrooms. "Come on! I'm gonna treat you like a sex slave for the rest of this day and the whole night to come!"

He knew, in his heart of hearts, that he would never truly feel like what he did to the girls wasn't bad, but he felt he now had a healthy perspective on things. He wasn't going to go running around the world and hunting dangerous things because he had to "make amends for his evil deeds". If he was going to go stop bad guys and save innocent people, he was going to do so at his own discretion and for no other reason than the joy that doing good would bring to his heart.

Sandra sat meekly on the bed and he watched her skin flush with arousal. How could he have shared her with the other girls? She was the first girl he had ever fucked and remembered it afterwards. She was his first. The days of valuing Helena above Sandra were over and done with, as far as he was concerned. He bent down and cupped her chin, tilting her face back and planting a tender kiss on her lips.

"You have been a naughty little girl, slave," he said, with a playful voice. "Remove your pants and bend over the bed's footboard for a spanking."

Sandra's lips curled into a small grin, for but a moment, before she affected a frightened visage and obeyed his order with wide-eyed hesitation. The smell of her wet pussy wafted from her panties. Jamie grinned as the tanned, sweet ass was presented for his attentions. He was going to fuck the day's misery away.

Life was good.



A-Cup Angst Ch. 06



This chapter features a river otter in a prairie. I lost a bet in real life and had to include it as a forfeit. Please, gloss over it and enjoy the read.

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A day after they defeated the robot making warlock, Jamie chartered a cargo plane and took his girls to the big city. College classes would start in a matter of weeks and Jamie decided to get a jump on things early. He wanted them to have a base of operations in the city that they would likely spend the next four years of their lives in. They drove away from campus in an ever widening circle and searched for a place of their own.

Soon, they found an abandoned, two-storied factory under foreclosure. It was less than a mile from campus in a quiet, mostly residential part of town. There was nothing even remotely interesting within a three block radius of the place. Jamie nodded to himself and sent Rose in to take a look around the premises.

Ever since the girls had told him what their old, pre-enslavement selves would have felt in their current circumstances, he let go of the crippling guilt that had weighed on his soul for a long time. Sure, he was a slave owner, and Helena was enchanted to be forever in love with him, but he no longer felt horrible about it. Things went on, largely the way they did before the revelation, except that he decided to let Rose take point and make all the decisions that didn't really matter. She was the one that would be designing and decorating their new pad, so she was the only one that went in to take an appraising look.

Ten minutes later, she exited with a smile.

They drove to the bank that held the property and Jamie whipped out his ID under the name of Julius Jordan, his alias that held the money, and used his mind tricks to get the bank officials to disclose to him just how much money was originally owed to them so they had to foreclose on the place. It was almost an order of magnitude less than the place was worth. He then got them to agree to take that six-figure sum as fair price for the real estate and forgo the price their ridiculous interest rates inflated.

The next two weeks were spent doing the place up. Rose, Sandra and he used their magic to strip the place of all traces of its former occupants. They then decorated it to her designs, also using magic to install the various amenities. The basement was cleaned up, then left empty and bare of decoration. He was going to make a workshop down there, as soon as he found something to work on.

In a corner of the basement, they dug out a secret tunnel, using magic, and heavily warded it against detection. It led to a small, warded garage, located less than two hundred yards from their place and facing away from it. In the garage, they put a van he had bought. It was fully fueled, heavily warded and packed with emergency provisions and clean clothes. It was to be their means of escape if something went very wrong, someday. Jamie had watched and read enough military Sci-Fi to know you never hole up someplace without having a secret way of extracting yourself.

The first floor was left wide open, with support columns breaking up the space. The only walled off sections of it were the guest bathrooms, near the doors. A kitchen, worthy of TV cooking shows, was against the back wall and flanked by a breakfast nook in the East corner and a dining area in the West corner. Two large entertainment areas flanked the floor's centerpiece, which was an antique coffee table with sitting arrangements around it, made to evoke the feel of European coffee houses.

Upstairs were the many bedrooms, each decorated in its own, distinctive style. Big bathrooms and some office type rooms took up the rest of the space. The roof was converted into a pretty garden. In its center were a wooden cabin, that contained the sauna, and a very large hot tub. The place would have been a beautiful oasis of green in the otherwise drab urban landscape, except that it was heavily warded against prying eyes, much like the rest of the building. The girls sunbathed in the nude and people in helicopters overhead saw nothing but tarmac.

Sandra, Jamie and Rose warded the living daylights out of the place, piling one ward over another. They made wards that would make everyone just walk on by and not notice anything, even if Jamie was fucking one of his slave girls up against the huge windows, flattening her big boobs for the world to see. The windows and walls were enchanted to be bulletproof and soundproof. Inside their new house, they were safe from prying eyes, prying ears and all manner of magical detection. They also laid down a metric fuckton of magical traps and debilitating wards. Their inspiration were the traps they saw at the beginning of summer, back in their home town, but their own were slightly more forceful and less forgiving.

It was a lot of exhausting work, but, with Helena and Sonya's mundane help, they did it all in just two weeks. Jamie was happy with the way the place looked. He was ecstatic with the way the place felt. It was his fortress. "Girls," he said, as he popped open the bottle of sparkling wine, "I name our new home Bastion!" The girls held out the flutes and he poured the wine. They toasted to Bastion and wished it a long and happy life.

After they celebrated with an orgy, they went out shopping for cars. He wanted to add three more cars to their pool, so each would have their own. He bought a Jeep Wrangler from a used car lot and then Rose began insisting she had to have a race car red Ferrari. He wanted the new additions to the motor pool to be the kind of vehicles everyone would gloss over, even without magical wards, but, in light of his new policy to let her have as free reign as possible, he bought it for her. She then talked him into buying a Porsche Cayenne for himself. They drove the cars back home and went about warding them.

With a week to go before freshman orientation, the girls asked Jamie to take them shopping for clothes. Jamie was quite reluctant about the whole matter and only agreed when the girls suggested they would just go to the largest mall and eschew all the hundreds of fancy boutiques that were strewn across the city. Rose and Sandra used their magic to fix up hair and makeup for all four of the girls before they went out. They did that every day, ever since Jamie had first possessed them and taught them the Jedi way of using magic.

Their first stop, however, was a tailor's shop where Jamie had to hold still for measurements. The girls talked to the tailor and made arrangements for a number of suits and dress shirts to be made for Jamie. He tuned out their talk and let his girls ramble on. Jeans, T-shirts and turtlenecks were what he always wore and will continue to be. After the brief stop, the girls dragged him from boutique to boutique where they modeled outfit after outfit for him. 

He just grinned and shrugged at them. The girl inside the dress was what mattered to him. They looked hot no matter what they wore. They seemed a bit disappointed to find him all but disinterested in their various outfits, but they didn't let that stop them from dragging him around until mid afternoon. By then, he was bored and tired and he called it a day, stopping their protestations with a raise of his hand. They packed up their stuff in the cars and went to dinner, followed by a movie and the customary orgy after they got home.

The next day, Jamie was again dragged to the tailor's place, where he put on a mockup of a suit and moved around in it. The tailor asked a lot of borderline personal questions of Jamie and the girls had to pull the man away to answer them in private, lest Jamie lose his patience. They could tell they were dragging him way outside of his comfort zone.

Outside of the tailor's store, Jamie decided he had had enough. "Alright girls," he said, preempting their whining and pleading, "here's my credit card. That is, Mr. Jordan's card. Go off and buy what you want. Don't spend too much! I'm going to take a day to myself. I've got a lot of catching up to do. Go on! Off with you!"

The girls went off on their shopping trip and Jamie went exploring. He realized just how much his life had changed recently. Ever since he got caught up in this whole magic malarkey, he hadn't seen any new movies or read any new comics.

He watched a Sci-Fi feature film at the multiplex and then browsed the comic book stores before attending the screening of a comedy. He bought a deck of Magic: The Gathering cards and went home to look it over, before adding it to his sizeable library. When he drove home, he parked his Cayenne next to the Ferrari and snapped his fingers. The red Ferrari turned meadow green with white daisies painted all over it. He smiled to himself.

Jamie was reading the comics he had bought when the girls showed up and began unloading bags of purchases. Rose gave him a playful glare as she took her first load upstairs. It took each girl three trips up and down the stairs to haul all of their purchases to the closets. Jamie finished his comic and made a mental note to check the expenses incurred on this date in his bank statements. "If there's anything that could make them break through the control I have over them, it would be me giving them an arbitrary limit on a no limit credit card," he thought to himself.

The girls whipped up a quick dinner and they sat down to eat. After about ten minutes of them bragging about how much prettier he'll find them in this dress or that, he ordered, "No more talk on this subject." They were becoming annoying and Jamie was glad they had to obey him. Well, three of them had to. Helena kept on talking about a teal, off the shoulder dress that would bring out her eyes. Jamie shook his head to himself. Did girls actually think guys noticed that sort of crap? "How much did you spend today?"

"Fifty thousand," answered Sandra. Jamie grunted. "We got a lot of great bargains."

"For fuck's sake," exclaimed Jamie, softly. They had spent more than eighty thousand dollars on clothes in two days. He came from a family that was lucky if it managed to make that much money in two years. "That's it. No more spending money on clothes."

"But, Jamie," countered Helena, "we haven't even bought any lingerie, yet!"

"What," asked Jamie, flatly. When Helena shook her head at him, he looked around at the other girls. "You spent eighty thousand dollars on every day clothes?"

When they nodded, he buried his face in his hands. Helena hugged him and rubbed his back. "That's not that much, Jamie," she consoled. "When you discount the down payment for the tailor, it comes out to only eighteen thousand per girl." Jamie snorted. "And the lingerie will be worth every penny. I promise. We all do."

Jamie was about to cave in when his head shot up in alarm. "What down payment," he demanded.

"For the tailor," explained Helena. Off his blank look, she said, "For your suits."

"I paid him already," corrected Jamie. "I did not put down a down payment. I handed over a payment in full." Helena and the girls bunched up their brows and mutely shook their heads no. "Balls." His head dropped down into his hands. He pushed his plate away. He spent more than a million bucks on Bastion and the cars, but the price tag on the contents of their closets was bugging him. Bastion and the cars were necessary expenses. These frivolous, well... frills, weren't! "How much more?"

Helena shrugged her shoulders. "Depends on which suits and shirts you approve of," she said. "I guess if you were to take them all, it could cost you more than twenty five thousand."

"That's twenty five all together, or in addition to the down payment," he asked.

"In addition."

"Balls," he cursed softly and then lifted his head. "The fuck do I need all that shit for, anyway? To look good? Why? I've already got sex slaves. I don't think I'll ever need to impress a girl on a date, if you know what I mean."

"But, Jamie," protested Sonya, "don't you want to look your best?"

"Why," asked a bewildered Jamie. He snapped his fingers, feeling the heat generated by the friction and fed his magic into it. A small flame began to harmlessly dance around his fingers. "I have magic, I have slaves, I have money, or, I had money, before the four of you got a hold of it. Why would I need to look good? Why should I care? What's going to happen? Am I going to fail an exam if I don't show up in a suit and tie? I mean, for fuck's sake, we're supposed to be keeping a low profile. We should be looking mundane and drab and everyday, not glamorous." The girls looked like they were about to launch into a long lecture, so Jamie ordered, "No more talking tonight! I mean it!"

When Helena plowed on, regardless, he used his magic to put her to sleep. He was in no mood for a debate. He was, however, in the mood for a blowjob, or two. "The three of you are going to spend this night worshipping my dick! Come on! Up to the bedroom!" He got up and the girls followed him, squealing wordlessly in delight.

He undressed and lay back on the bed. They started with Sandra and Rose slurping away at his shaft and balls. He gestured over to Sonya and she stripped quickly to stand over him and slowly lower her pussy to his face. He ate her out, looking up, past her quivering tits, to the passion on her face. His hands massaged her belly and hips, letting him feel the orgasmic contractions she went through as she flooded his mouth with her juices. He shot his cum in Rose's face as soon as he tasted Sonya's nectar. When they were finished, he spanked Sonya's ass and had her trade places with Rose.

When Rose grabbed Sonya's cheeks and spat some of Jamie's seed into her mouth, he got hard again, without magical assistance. They continued like that until he had cum in each girl's mouth twice. He fell into a delighted sleep after that.

Two days later, he allowed himself to be dragged to the accursed tailor's store to try out the suits and shirts that were made for him. The girls promised him they would spend the whole day, after that brief visit, shopping for lingerie, and that he would be the one that decided what was bought and what was not. 

He could have just ordered them to come with him to Victoria's Secret and skip the tailor, but he huffed and let them drag him along. Just as he hated micromanaging his slave girls, he hated ordering them to stop something that was making them happy, and there was no doubt about them being happy this morning. Besides, there was no way to get Helena to shut up about it, unless he put her to sleep, yet again. She wore a frown ever since she had woken up at the dinner table at dawn, the other day, with a stiff neck.

Heating pads and massage loosened her neck and a spell alleviated the soreness, but her mood was foul that whole day, nonetheless.

At the tailor's shop, Jamie was barely containing his wrath. It seemed like everything was made of silk, or lined with silk on the inside. He felt not so much gay as übergay. He couldn't even look at his reflection in the dressing room mirror. "There's no fucking way I'm wearing any of this shit," he thought to himself. The girls urged him to come out of the dressing room and let them see. He walked out, a glare preceding him, and strolled this way and that at the girls' request. The suit was comfortable, he had to concede, but it was so soft that it made his skin crawl. The girls ooohed and aaahed in delight. Jamie fixed them with a disapproving stare and then caught his reflection in the large mirrors behind them.

His jaw dropped. Standing in the mirror was a 6' tall, lean, mean, younger version of James Bond. The girls moved aside to let him admire his reflection. He stepped close to the polished surface and nearly touched it in reverence. He looked awesome. He stepped this way and that, admiring the way the suit emphasized his build, while allowing him a full range of motion. He had always been a bit on the scrawny side, but this summer he had developed a nice set of lean, but strong muscles.

His self admiration was interrupted, after a while, by Helena clearing her throat. "Are we to understand you approve of the suit," she asked, her voice all sugar and spice. Jamie nodded yes with a goofy grin and the girls jumped up and down, clapping their hands in delight. Jamie ignored them and the looks the tailor's assistants were giving to their bouncing knockers and looked deep into the brown eyes that were looking back at him.

His lips curled into a lopsided grin and he channeled Sean Connery, "Bond. Jamesh Bond."

He tried on all of the suits and shirts and bought them all, except for the red shirts. The girls tried to tell him how great he'd look in red, but, as an avid Trekkie, he would brook no argument on the matter. "No red shirts," he said and then refused the red suit as well. 

He paid the bill and the tailor did his level best to get Jamie to come back in the near future, telling his girls about new materials he would receive in the near future. Jamie felt he had enough fancy suits, shirts and ties to last him a lifetime, so there was a fat chance of that happening.

They went to deposit the purchases into the trunks of their cars. Rose fixed him with a silent glare as the Ferrari was now pink, with maroon silhouettes of prancing kittens painted all over it. Jamie gave her an innocently inquisitive look. She snapped her fingers and the car turned race car red again. The rest of the girls busied themselves with putting the bags away, lest she saw their shoulders shake in silent laughter.

There were several lingerie stores in the mall and they visited each and every one of them. In each store, the girls would seat Jamie before the changing booths and shamelessly model the skimpy, little, see through nothings for him. He just sat there, rearranging his erection in his lap as he kept approving each and every item.

Between stores, he would drag one of the girls into the ladies' room and shove her into a stall. He'd rip her clothes off and bend her over, feeling her pussy already wet for him. He would take out all the frustration of the teasing on her defenseless pussy, fucking her so hard the whole stall shook and making her heard for yards away. Rose or Sandra stood guard outside, charming every woman that entered to notice nothing amiss.

In the evening, he was exhausted and they all took in a comedy at the multiplex. Jamie dozed off halfway through. When they left the mall to go home, Rose let out a muttered curse as she saw the Ferrari was now lavender colored with golden fleur-de-lys painted all over it. Jamie let out an exaggerated yawn and got in the passenger seat of the Cayenne. Rose snapped her fingers and got in the now red Ferrari to drive home.

When Jamie awoke the next morning, Helena and Sonya were sprawled against his body. They began kissing his neck as soon as they saw him rousing. Their hands ran all over his body, making his morning wood become rock hard in a few seconds. Sonya rose up and knelt astride his hips. Helena took his cock in one hand and spread Sonya's lips with the other. She aimed him at her center as Sonya lowered herself down on his erection. When Sonya had fully impaled herself, Helena stopped her from riding him by pulling her in for a kiss.

Jamie groaned impatiently and Helena released the brunette's lips. She lowered her face and began to lick and suck one of Sonya's tits while pinching her other nipple between two fingers. Her free hand went down to her own pussy and fingers disappeared up her own snatch. He wasn't enjoying his morning fuck as much as he usually did. Helena was not only preventing Sonya from riding him properly, she was obscuring his view of Sonya's heaving tits.

He grinned as he saw her hand emerge from her pussy with wet fingers and sneak around behind Sonya. Sonya gasped in surprise as a slimy digit invaded her asshole. Her sphincter relaxed almost instantly, but the finger pressed on so fast it still hurt her a bit. Then Helena added a second one and began to dictate the tempo and angle at which Sonya rode Jamie by moving them around inside of her ass. Sonya squealed and yelped as Helena kept speeding up her pace. Soon, her enormous tits flushed in orgasm as her pussy shuddered around Jamie's shaft, making him cum as well.




A-Cup Angst Ch. 06



Helena made Sonya dismount him with her fingers and then she pulled them out and stuck them in Sonya's face. The brunette wasted no time to start cleaning the slender digits. Seeing the glint in Jamie's eyes and his still hard cock, Helena began drawing her hand away from Sonya. Sonya followed it to finish her cleaning and got on all fours away from Jamie. Just as she caught the blonde's fingers again, she smiled.

Jamie grasped her hips firmly and let his hot, hard meat press against her slimy asshole. He increased pressure and hissed when the tight ring of muscle relented and allowed his entry into her bowels. He slowly penetrated her, taking his time to enjoy her grasping sphincter sliding down his shaft. When he hilted himself in her, he sighed in delight and then began working himself in and out. His pace picked up with each thrust and his lower belly was soon tingling in anticipation of an orgasm.

When Helena kissed Sonya and sought out her clit with her fingers, Sonya thrashed in orgasm. Jamie hilted himself in her ass and let the contractions of her asshole drive him over the edge. His orgasm made him see stars. He emptied his balls into her bowels. They remained in their position for a minute more, just enjoying the touch of their firm, young bodies, until his cock softened and slipped out of her. He lay back and she cleaned him off.

When the trio finally descended the stairs, they found an opulent spread awaiting them in the breakfast nook. Rose and Sandra had risen earlier and made it. Jamie had his fill of food and listened to Sonya and Helena debate the day's entertainment. Rose and Sandra just grinned at each other silently. He squinted at them and asked, "What have the two of you been doing this morning?"

They both smiled, pleased at the question, and Sandra spoke, "We refined an idea we've been toying with for weeks now."

"Oh," asked Jamie around a mouthful of blueberry pancakes.

"Yes," said Rose. "We've come up with something that would be a great addition to our bedroom routine." Helena and Sonya shut up and paid attention. Rose opened her mouth to say some more, but then shook her head. "It's best if we just show you."

Jamie deposited the last of the pancakes into his mouth and gestured for them to proceed. They moved plates around and placed a series of intricate drawings before him. He nodded absently at them, not really getting their purpose until the girls revealed the last of the drawings. 

"Holy fuck," he whispered in admiration as the spells began to make sense to him.

"What is it," inquired Helena, peering at the drawing, "a strap on dildo?"

"Yes," answered Sandra, "and so much more. When we put it on and insert this thin rod into our pussies, it'll connect with all the nerves in and on our genitals. If we're correct, every touch on the glans will be transmitted to the clit of the girl that wears it. Every stroke of the shaft will be played up our vagina and the balls under the phallus will transmit tactile sensations to our outer lips."

"Wow," commented an impressed Helena.

"And there's more," Rose said. "The balls will collect all of the girl's juices and then pump them out of the tip when she climaxes, enabling her to deliver a girl-cumshot."

"Well, what's the holdup," asked Helena. "What are you waiting for? What do we need to make this thing?"

Rose shrugged. "Jamie's approval of our idea and help in casting the enchantments, I guess," she said.

Four pairs of eyes turned up at him pleadingly. He found no fault with the spellforms so he said, "Alright. Let's carve this sucker out of some kind of-"

He was cut off by Sandra pulling the finished dildo out of a bag beside her chair and placing it down on the table. Sonya and Helena cooed appreciatively at it. The wooden cock was six inches long with a bulbous head and a rolled up foreskin under it. The shaft was two inches across with numerous veins along its length. The balls were big and smooth, made out of some kind of leather. A smooth, wooden rod, that was four inches long and one inch wide, extended from the top of the balls and was intended to be inserted into the woman's vagina. The top of the balls was also made of leather and shaped to cover all of a woman's vulva.

Sonya pointed to the leather strips attached to the sides of the contraption and asked, "What are these for?"

"You wrap them around your thighs and they keep the dildo in place," answered Sandra. "They work in conjunction with this belt," she said, pulling out the soft belt with a strange buckle. "We haven't attached it yet. The belt would be worn around the waist and be charmed to keep the dildo from slipping out during vigorous use." She pointed out several spellforms for Jamie. "We were thinking of tying the activation enchantment to the buckle so that when you fasten it, the magic activates."

"Ok," said Jamie. "I see how this thing will work. But what would you use it for?"

The girls looked around at each other, before Rose shrugged and said, "For double penetration." She continued off Jamie's look. "When you fuck one of us, another one could put this thing on and double her up."

"You already like it when you fuck one of us and we insert a finger in her ass, or when you ass-fuck us and we give each other a reacharound," said Helena, liking the potential of this apparatus. "This thing would be just like that, only even better."

Jamie shrugged and said, "Alright, let's make this thing!"

Sonya and Helena busied themselves clearing the breakfast table and setting the dishes to soak while Sandra deftly completed the leather harness. Rose, Jamie and she then sat in a circle, with the dildo between them, and went over the spellforms one last time. They joined their magics and cast the enchantments in order. They were done in less than ten minutes. "Ok," gasped Rose. "Who gets to try it first?"

"Me, me, me, me," Sonya shouted, jumping up and down, already naked again.

"Ok," said Jamie, "we got a volunteer. Get wet! This only works if you're aroused."

Sonya stepped forward and everyone could see and smell her arousal from where they were sitting. She pulled her lips apart and slowly inserted the thin shaft inside of herself. "Ugh," she complained, "it's cold!"

"Give it a sec," said Rose as she fastened the leather straps around her thighs. Sandra snapped the buckle on the belt, right over Sonya's tailbone, and everyone gasped as the whole leather harness tightened up and molded itself to Sonya's skin. "Is it too tight?"

Sonya shook her head no. "I can't feel it at all. It's like I'm not wearing anything." She cocked her head in thought. "Aw, I can't even feel the little shaft inside of me. I think it's not working, you guys." 

Rose touched the six inch long shaft that was protruding from Sonya's groin at a 45 degree angle. It felt like the real thing under her touch. It was hard, yet yielding. 

Sonya gasped, "Oh, fuck! I felt that! You touched me deep in my pussy!" Rose smiled a wicked smile and wrapped the fingers of her hand partway around the phallus. "Holy shit! Your whole hand! I feel it! It's in my pussy! Argh! Your fingers are flat against my... Oh, fuck!" 

Rose began to slowly stroke her hand up and down Sonya's dick with a wicked smile. Helena and Sandra watched with bated breath as Sonya writhed at the sensations. When Rose stuck her tongue out and gently licked at the now warm head of the cock, Sonya flinched. "Holy shit! I felt that on my clit! Your tongue! It's got so many, oh! Argh! My whole pussy is outside of me for you to touch. Don't tease! This is so..."

Satisfied that the dildo's magic was working properly, Rose cut her off by stretching her jaw wide and enveloping the head of Sonya's cock with her lips. Sonya's eyes rolled back in her head as her mouth gaped wide open. She emitted strangled cries of ecstasy as Rose's tongue fluttered all over the dildo's glans. Sonya's legs gave out and she sat back on the couch. Rose moved with her, not letting the dick escape her hot mouth. She started to suck it like it was Jamie's and Sonya was soon babbling hysterically.

Jamie watched with interest as the balls started to swell up with content. Sonya flushed and started to writhe in orgasm. Rose made a startled noise and pulled her face off the cock, still stroking it with her hands. A clear liquid spurted from the tiny hole in the tip of the cock. It came out in a continual stream, making Rose's face wet. Jamie noted the balls were twitchingly drawing up towards the base of Sonya's cock. As her orgasm subsided, so did the spurting of her juices from the dildo.

Rose smiled, looking very proud of herself. "It works," she exclaimed and got up to hug Sandra. The two of them squealed in delight at their success.

Sonya opened her eyes and looked over at Helena. She got up and seized the blonde, dragging her to the couch. "I owe your ass a good seeing to since this morning," said Sonya and bent Helena over the back of the couch. Helena smiled nervously and watched Jamie for a cue on how she should react to this. Everyone looked on as Sonya lined her cock, slick with saliva, against Helena's asshole and began to press it in.

Helena moaned in protest for a few seconds and then grunted as the phallus slipped inside of her. She tried to move off of it, but Sonya kept a tight hold on her hips and dug her nails in deeper to discourage any motion. Slowly, at a crawl, Sonya pushed her cock in deeper. Her eyes were shut firmly and her face distorted in a grimace of pleasure as she found out what it felt like to penetrate a girl's ass.

When she went in all the way, she laughed and started to pull out, making Helena gasp and shudder. Soon, Sonya was fucking Helena's ass and Jamie was rock hard seeing this. He took off his boxers and T-shirt and put a hand on Sonya's ass, stopping her thrusts. She would have complained at the interruption, but his touch was an unspoken order, so she let him guide her to a seated position. Helena remained firmly attached to her cock during this and now tried to bounce up and down her shaft.

Jamie admired the way the swarthy blonde's tits bounced around and then stepped between her widespread thighs. He aimed his shaft into her pussy with one hand and slid into her wetness easily. He groaned as he felt Sonya's hard shaft against his own. Helena began to writhe between them, impaled on both their cocks. Rose and Sandra knelt on either side of them and began to play with her tits. Helena started to grunt furiously as every motion of the dicks inside her drove her closer and closer to orgasm. Finally, she came with a roar, splashing her juices down her thighs. The contractions of her pussy set Jamie off and he unleashed his seed inside of her. He, in turn, set off Sonya and she filled up Helena's ass with her lady juices.

Jamie pulled out of Helena and watched as his seed oozed out of her. He then saw clear juices ooze out of her ass. Helena's face wrinkled up and she got off Sonya's cock. "It feels icky," she complained. "It's too wet and runny to be coming out of my ass. I need to go to the toilet." She rushed off, practically plugging her own ass up with a finger.

Rose pushed her hand between Sonya's back and the couch and disengaged the buckle on the belt. The harness loosened and Rose pulled the dildo out of Sonya faster than the heaving girl could complain about it.

She stripped her panties off and put the dildo's smaller prick inside of herself. When she closed the buckle behind her back, she gasped in delight. Her fingers sought out her cock and she smiled a hazy, delighted smile. When Sandra stepped up to her, intent on examining the dildo with the critical eye of a creator examining her work, Rose grabbed the back of her neck and pushed her head down until her lips were pressed against the head of her cock.

Sandra opened her mouth and let Rose face fuck her with vigor. Jamie's cock responded to the sight by becoming hard again. He stepped behind a bent over Sandra and slipped his hands under her skirt to rid her of her panties. She moaned at his touch, exposing Rose to new sensations. He pulled her skirt up and probed her pussy. She was wet so he wasted no time in hilting himself in her tight tunnel. He fucked her leisurely while Rose strived to push her cock all the way into Sandra's throat.

When Rose orgasmed, she started to spurt her pussy juices into Sandra's throat at the kind of pressures usually reserved for men's orgasmic blasts of semen. She pressed her head to her crotch and would not let the girl retreat as her incessantly gushing juices blocked off Sandra's airway. Sandra's writhing set Jamie off and he came in her pussy with a roar, seeing stars during his orgasm. When he pulled out of her, he saw her predicament and ordered Rose, "Let go of her!"

The order penetrated the fog of lust in Rose's mind and she let go. Sandra stood up and gulped air, coughing to clear pussy juices from her lungs. Helena came back from the bathroom and patted Sandra on the back until she caught her breath.

Jamie shook his head disapprovingly at Rose and she looked chastised. "You girls need to learn some restraint with this thing," he said.

The girls spent the weekend taking turns wearing the dildo and fucking each other raw. On Sunday evening, Jamie mused idly on the fact that he did more double penetrating in one weekend than he probably would have in his entire life if he had not been exposed to magic. He shook his head at the random thought and ordered the girls to give the dildo a rest, at least for a while.

Monday marked the beginning of their college educations.

Within days, Jamie found college to be a magical place. Metaphorically, not literally. There were no wards criss-crossing the place and he had yet to spot a magic user on campus.

Jamie had attended a high school where learning and study were considered to be dirty words. All that mattered to his former classmates was gossip and popularity contests. They went to school just to mark time until their parents told them they were grown up and kicked them out of their house to find a McJob and fend for themselves.

Here, in college, he felt the minds of his new classmates and they were all eager to learn. They all seemed to share his hunger for knowledge. Everyone came there to study, to grow, to pit their intellect against the unknown and come out the victor.

Every part of the college experience appealed to Jamie. Lectures told him of all the possibilities that lay before him. Libraries gave him the resources to tackle any subject he came across. The laboratories were the equivalent of candy land, particularly the robotics and A.I. labs. 

The student body utilized its freedom to form clubs in which they explored shared interest. Jamie met so many new and interesting people that he had trouble keeping track of all their names. There were not only people from all fifty states, but from all over the world.

And then there were the parties. Sitting in a room with other bright, young people, feeling the buzz of a few beers and freely exchanging ideas was the best part of college for Jamie. As informative, inspiring and helpful professors, librarians and T.A.s were, Jamie found his mind most blown by listening to the thoughts of his fellow students. 

He was sitting across from a French guy, that came over to the States for a semester, and sifting through the young man's accent. He was talking about the time he spent in a robotics laboratory in France where they used echolocation to keep their robots balanced and oriented. It was a completely novel concept for Jamie, so he hanged on every word and kept asking questions until he saw a warlock on the far side of the room.

Jamie tried to keep his attention on the Frenchman's words, but the warlock kept drawing his eye. He wasn't warded and he barely lit up with internal power. Why was he distracting Jamie? Jamie's brow drew down as he sensed malice and lust in the boy's mind. He caught the boy surreptitiously pour a small vial into a drink and then hand it to a pretty blonde. The boy smiled and nodded along with the girl for half a minute, before he leaned in and whispered into the girl's ear.

Jamie's mouth twisted up in displeasure as he saw the girl's aura change. The warlock had slipped her a potion that laid the groundwork for his weak charm magic which followed. There was no doubt in Jamie's mind about what the warlock was going to do with the girl as he led her away from the party with a possessive hand on her ass. Jamie used his magic to whisper orders in Rose's ear, across the room.

She came over with Sandra, leading Helena and Sonya, and the two tall beauties parked themselves across from the Frenchman to keep him there until Jamie could come back and continue their conversation. He jogged after the warlock with Rose and Sandra in tow. Stepping outside, they saw no trace of him, so Jamie went back in, got his empty bottle and focused his mind on the memory of the guy's aura. Jamie let his instincts guide him through the scrying on the fly and he found himself knocking on a dorm room door, with the number 309 on it, in just a few minutes.

"Go away," called the warlock from room 309. Jamie twisted his hand and the door unlocked and flew open. The three of them strode in and found the warlock sitting on his bed, next to the vacant eyed blonde, and holding her top in his hands. The warlock's surprise vanished almost immediately to be replaced by wrath. "I don't know who the three of you are, but you've just made the biggest mistake of your lives!"

The young man stood up to his full, 5'6" height and began to chant. Jamie blinked as the guy actually chanted, just three feet away from him. Instead of focusing his mind and calling on his emotions to power his magic with but a thought, this kid was actually chanting aloud to slowly let his mind gather what meager power he had. By the time the chant drew the dude's emotions to a head, anyone could have punched his lights out, many times over. Jamie patiently allowed the guy to come ever so close to finishing before he choked off his power with but a thought. 

The warlock sputtered in sudden agony and fright. "Who the fuck are you," he demanded with a shaking voice.

"We, the fuck, are justice," said Jamie and then winced as he remembered the last time he had used that line.

"What do you want," asked the guy. "Do you want the girl? Take her! I don't care! She's all yours!"

Jamie shook his head and looked to the ceiling. As he heaved a deep, calming breath, Sandra shoved the kid flat against his wall, telekinetically. Rose took the girl's chin in her hand and forced her to make eye contact. She cleared the girl's mind of the warlock's suggestions and sent her to her room with a newfound resolution to never take opened drinks from strangers and a fuzzy memory of what exactly happened between leaving the party and getting home.

Jamie cast his mind trick on the guy, telling him to speak freely of what he was doing.

The young man relaxed and sleaze crept into his voice and face. "Hey, man," he said agreeably, "I'm not doing anything wrong. These chicks would have given it up to me anyway. I'm that fucking good, alright? All I was doing here was speeding up the process. That's it. I mean, I guess I could have sat through five hours of listening to them yapping on about their dreams and their hopes and whatever ambitions they have, but who has that kind of patience?"

"Them," asked Rose.

"Yeah, them," said the boy. "I get laid, like, every other night. I'm irresistible to these chicks. I just cut through the bullshit, alright? I ain't got the time to take it slow, ya know?"

Rose rolled her eyes and used her power on the boy's mind. "Shut up," she ordered him and he complied, instantly. "What do we do with this shit?"




A-Cup Angst Ch. 06



"Well," drawled Jamie, "I got a perfect punishment in mind, but I don't know exactly how to draw up the spell. You two have been studying the ways nerves and magic interact in order to make the dildo, haven't you?" When the girls nodded, he waved them in close. "Here's what I have in mind..."

Mara O'Donnell was striding across the quad. Her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of violence and justice, so she didn't notice the many leering and appreciative looks she was getting from the passing students. She was of medium height and a somewhat zaftig build, but most of her weight, that fashion magazines would call excessive, was either high on the front of her chest, or low on her back and sides.

Her long, dark, wavy hair floated in the morning breeze, exposing the freckled, alabaster skin of her prominent, high cheeks to many an admiring eye. Giant, bright blue eyes were clouded with hatred. Her thick, pillowy lips were pursed tight. Her spirit guide had said Branford Hall, dorm room 309. She reached the entrance to the dormitory and barged right in.

Just last week, Mara had seen a change in her roommate Julie's spirit. Julie had been out at a party the night before. Her behavior started to slowly change over the next few days. She was becoming auto destructive and withdrawn. Mara asked Julie what was wrong, but the girl insisted everything was fine. Mara was becoming more concerned with every day, but Julie insisted she was all right. When she started screaming in her nightmares, Mara knew she had to investigate.

She sent her spirit guide to enter Julie's dreams and then report back on them. She needed to know what was making the bright girl collapse from within. Mara sat that morning, after Julie's haggard version had managed to drag herself to an early class, and meditated. Her spirit visited the infinite prairie and the otter, her spirit guide, popped out of the Great River to tell her of Julie's nightmares.

Julie was haunted every night by a dark figure that bent her will to his own and turned her into his cunt, good for one fuck only. When Mara pressed for more information, the otter told her the nightmares were not the result of an active spell or curse, but rather Julie's mind's attempts to reconcile the memory of a tremendous trauma with a complete absence of context for it. Mara and the otter came to the conclusion that Julie was raped and her mind wiped of the specific memories of the act itself. Julie could still remember the horrible trauma she felt during the violation, she just had no idea what caused it.

Mara demanded to know the cause, but the otter told her that information was not available in Julie's mind. If she truly wanted to know, then the otter would have to ask the Spirits of the Great River for the information, and the spirits would name a price. Mara ordered the otter to get the info, price be damned.

Mara climbed the stairs, looking for the door with the number 309 on it. She had already checked out the sole occupant in the registrar's office. She knew he didn't have any classes right now. Walking down the corridors and searching for the right room number brought back memories of her early childhood, on the run with her mom, moving from motel room to motel room.

Her mother had been abused heavily by Mara's biological father, so the mere thought of a man molesting a woman got her Irish up. Her mother had left the abusive dick and ran away with a tiny Mara in tow, years ago. When he couldn't find them, he literally drank himself to death. Mara's mother changed their last names to her maiden name, O'Donnell, and kept her daughter away from her grandfather's tribe.

She was fifteen when her paternal grandfather passed away in an accident. Attending his funeral was the first time Mara had set foot on an actual Native American reservation, despite her being one quarter native and thus eligible for membership in the tribe. They spent the night after the funeral rites in a motel, just outside the reservation. Mara dreamed she was sitting in an endless prairie, baking under the Sun and watching a river that flowed through the dusty land. An otter swam out of the river and addressed her by name, startling her awake. The tribe elders came to their motel in the morning and shouted abuse at Mara and her mother. They called Mara a thief, and made nasty sounding threats, and the two women cleared out of there in two shakes of a lamb's tail.

The only reason they had attended the funeral, in the first place, was because her mom had hoped the tribe would accept Mara and float some scratch towards her education and upkeep, but that was not to be. The morning incident served to validate Mrs. O'Donnell's decision to sever all contact between Mara and her "tribe". 

The joke turned out to be on Mrs. O'Donnell, in the end. On the night of the funeral rites, her late father's spirit guide entered Mara's dreams. It fused itself to her spirit, just like it had done with her grandfather, many years earlier. Whether the tribe elders approved or not, whether Mara wanted it or not, she became the tribe's witch doctor. All the knowledge of her predecessors was, from then on, at her disposal.

At first, she wasn't aware that anything had happened. All she knew was that she suddenly started having very vivid dreams that she could always recall with perfect clarity. They didn't fade away as ordinary dreams did. And each dream consisted of her sitting in that dry prairie, baking under the Sun and talking to the otter. The conversations were incredibly illuminating. The otter gave her the best advice on life she could ever imagine. Following its guidance, Mara learned to resolve her conflicts with schoolmates, instead of waiting for the next move to a new school; got a partial scholarship to attend this prestigious University, and even managed to kiss a boy she liked.

He turned out to be a boneheaded malcontent, so they didn't do anything more, but she did get to go out on five dates with him. After a few months, the dreams became monotonous. The otter would insist they talk during the day, when Mara was awake and then began lecturing her on a ritual.

Mara then had to face the fact that she had been taking life advice from an animal that came to her while she slept. Her instinctive side told her that the animal was benevolent and that she would be alright. Her rational side told her it was long gone on vacation, will send her a postcard, and that she might as well try this ritual she kept dreaming of, night after night.

The ritual was short and simple, more a meditation than a ritual, really, and it brought her to the infinite prairie, fully awake. The otter emerged from the Great River, as it called it, and explained Mara's new situation to her. Mara's only duties were to make sure that the tribe does not become extinct, or severed from its lands. She was also supposed to advise the elders, but, seeing how they chased her off, she was off the hook on that one. In return, she could access all the supernatural knowledge of her predecessors by asking the otter. The spirit guide also conferred upon her a small amount of mystical power, so she could use all that skill and knowledge and not just dwell on it.

Mara had rarely used it. There was never any real call for it, anyway. Until Julie, her new friend, began falling apart, right before her eyes.

While the otter was swimming in the Great River, searching it for the information, Mara used the little power she had to make a dream tonic for Julie. When she came home that evening and sat in a corner and chewed her hair, instead of studying, Mara knew she was doing the right thing. She managed to get the skittish girl to accept a drink from her and Julie gulped down the cola and dream tonic. When she fell asleep, Mara put her dream catcher over Julie's bed, leaned over her ear, and began to narrate a dream in which she conquered the monster and went on with her life.

Julie woke up the next morning, refreshed and perky. She tackled her overdue essays with zeal and even cracked a joke. Mara laughed, knowing she did good.

That afternoon, she got in touch with the otter again and was told where the assailant was. She stood before door 309 and knocked. She cleared her throat and shook her arms loose. Her snake fetish was at the ready.

The rapist opened the door and immediately started to leer at the pale skinned beauty that stood before him. Mara recognized his photo from her earlier, online checkup and asked, "Are you alone?" The young man must have thought it was his lucky day, because he just nodded and opened his door wide. His eyes were glued to her tits, so he didn't see her bring up her snake fetish and touch the bare skin of his forearm with it. Horrible, crippling agony shot up his arm to render him paralyzed with pain.

Mara shoved him hard, putting all her weight into it, and he fell flat on his back. She entered the room and closed the door behind herself. "Don't worry, asshole," she told him, "this isn't fatal. Usually." When she took a closer look at the incapacitated warlock, she sensed something wrong. There was something unnatural about the man, beside his foul taint of magic.

Mara sat down next to his prone form, cross-legged, and concentrated. She found herself in the prairie, the man's spirit right before her. The otter emerged from the Great River and scooted over. The spirit was bound up in chains. Mara couldn't stop gaping at how beautiful the chains were. They shone and soaked up the light at the same time and they wrapped around the boy perfectly tight, without a beginning or an end. Mara couldn't imagine the warlock ever escaping from them, or ever getting freed by someone else.

When the otter urged her, she began to examine the chains with a critical eye. She noted three things. First was that the chains prevented the warlock from ever using magic again. In fact, it was his own magic that was actively preventing the chains from ever being removed. The second thing she noticed was that the chains constricted very tightly around the rapist's genitals. The spell was making him impotent. The third thing she saw was initially hidden. There was a nasty looking bush of thorns attached to the chains and a pretty, little bow was inside it. The bow was connected to each link of the chain with the tiniest, thinnest of threads.

"This man was recently hexed," said the otter. "He is impotent and he cannot use magic anymore."

"Yes, I got that," said Mara. "But what is this bush of thorns behind him?"

"It is the escape clause," spoke the otter. "Whoever cast this hex on the boy, knew what they were doing. Look to the thorns themselves and tell me what you see!"

"They're made out of him," she said, meaning the warlock.

"Yes, yes," praised the otter. "And the bow inside?"

"It is made out of love," she whispered, astonished that love could be a part of this powerful and debilitating hex.

"Precisely," confirmed the otter. "Forgiving your transgressor enables you to act against him with the greatest of effect. This man is doomed to be a eunuch without magic until the day a person sees all of his faults and transgression," the otter indicated the thorns, "and chooses to love him, romantically, all the same. Only that love" the otter pointed to the bow, "freely given, can free him of his doom."

"This is the perfect punishment," said Mara. "And he'll never be free of it, will he?"

"Perhaps," said the otter. "Perhaps he will. One thing is certain. If he does become free, he will be loved and inspired to redeem himself. You have no more to do here, Mara." Before Mara could thank the otter and retreat back to the physical world, it spoke on, "This man's identity came to you from the spirits that flow in the Great River. If you wish to keep their favor, you must pay the price for that knowledge." Mara nodded solemnly. The otter nodded in approval and began to draw in the sand with its tiny paws. "Your price is this, Mara! You must expose an insidious evil that lurks in the western suburbs of this city you reside in. It hides its dark magics under the most benevolent and laudable guise. Several of our blood have already fallen prey to it. Expose it!"

The otter retreated into the river, leaving Mara with a strange drawing in the sand.

Back in the physical world, Mara's eyes blinked open and she stood up. She searched the incapacitated man's room for a piece of paper and a writing implement. When she found them, she drew a copy of the symbol. It was her only real lead in the investigation. "Of our blood" was a phrasing that covered everything from pureblooded Native Americans to people who were only part Native, like she was. As she turned to leave, she gave the rapist one last look. She surmised that Section had obviously gotten to him before her. They were doing their job quite well, on the punishment side of things. If only they had fixed Julie as well, she wouldn't feel compelled to go all Nancy Drew on a weird drawing in her hand.

She kicked the rapist in the ribs and left. There was more evil to be tackled.

Jamie jumped awake, his heart beating a mile a minute, and gasped out a strangled cry. He rolled out of bed, instinctively looking for enemies. The only other person in the room was a sleeping Helena that was stirring slowly awake. He recognized that he was in a bedroom in Bastion. There was darkness outside the window and the bedside clock told him it was only four in the morning.

"Jamie," Helena mumbled, "what's wrong? Come back to bed!" She patted the sheets next to herself.

Jamie put on a pair of sweatpants and paced the room nervously. The nightmare had really disturbed him. "Yeah, yeah, in a minute," he told her, his voice shaking. He drew in a deep breath and slowly let it out. "I need a drink." He left the bedroom.

Helena grumbled wordlessly and rolled over to sleep some more. The tremor in Jamie's voice had woken her up completely, however, so she jumped out of bed and into one of his shirts to follow him downstairs.

As soon as Jamie descended the stairs, he turned and saw Sandra in the kitchen, warming up some milk. "How did you know," he asked her.

"Know what," Sandra inquired with a tired voice.

"That I wanted some warm milk," he explained.

"Oh," Sandra exclaimed softly, "I'll make some for you, too." Helena descended the stairs, followed by a sleepy Sonya who was comforting a distraught looking Rose.

"Warm up some for me, too," asked Rose, "and put some chocolate in mine. I had a nightmare."

"Me too," said Jamie.

"Me three," Sandra replied, yawning.

"Huh," said Helena. "What a coincidence. We didn't have anything heavy for dinner. And we didn't watch a horror movie, either. Can you remember any of it?"

"Yes," said Sandra and Rose in unison.

"Vividly," said Jamie, before yawning.

Helena hugged Jamie, sitting down on the stool next to his, and said, "Tell me all about it."

"I dreamed a woman was trying to gain entry into houses, malls, shops, anywhere, but she couldn't. Every door she tried was barred to her." 

Rose and Sandra pricked up at hearing him say that. "I dreamed that, too," they exclaimed in unison.

"And then I was in a field, and there was a tree, it had... it's that tree that droops, you know," he said, gesturing with his hands.

"A weeping willow," said Sandra and he nodded at her guess. "I dreamed of a weeping willow in a meadow, myself, except that in my dream it was dripping-"

"With blood," exclaimed Rose. She exchanged alarmed looks with Jamie and Sandra as they suspected they were dreaming the same dream.

"The blood ran down the field until it got to a well," offered Sandra, goose bumps running down her arms.

"The well then began overflowing with green water," Jamie continued, dread gripping his insides.

"And then that water turned red, like blood," finished Rose, looking panicked.

"Then I dreamed of a butcher chopping off his own hand and spraying blood everywhere," said Jamie. Sandra and Rose nodded in horror.

"And there were price tags written in blood everywhere," said Sandra, while Jamie and Rose nodded.

"A large rock was oozing out blood, like it was bleeding," continued Rose.

"And then a woman said that she was the son of John and coughed up blood all over me, and that's when I woke up," finished Jamie. The three of them just sat there, feeling sick and scared. The knowledge that the three casters among them shared a nightmare featuring rivers of blood made all five of them struggle to keep calm.

Helena cleared her throat and said, "Coincidence, that's all." Off their disbelieving looks, she said, "Gotta be."

"It could be, like, a premonition," offered Sandra. "You know, like in the movies, where the heroes dream of what's to come and then stop it from happening."

Jamie snorted in derision, before saying, "I wish. Let's get dressed and go to the Library of folklore, they have a lot of books on interpreting the meaning of dreams. We need to get to the bottom of this!"

When he got up, Helena asked him, "Where are you going?"

"To the library," he told her, as if she was stupid. "Get up and let's go," he ordered the others.

Rose, Sandra and Sonya stood up to go dress. Helena said, "It's four in the morning, the libraries don't open for hours!"

Jamie stopped and said, "Shit! Belay last!" The three girls stopped and went back to sitting around the kitchen island. "Ok, we'll wait a few hours, I guess. Can anyone sleep?" The girls shook their heads no, even Helena. He remembered something and it gave him reason to cool down. "One thing I also remember, kinda, from the dream, is seeing Princess Fiona, from Shrek, running around in the background." He snorted a forced-sounding laugh. "See, it can't be all that bad, if there's a cartoon character in it as well."

Rose snapped her fingers and gasped, "Yes! Yes, I remember now, there was a proper lady in a ball gown, carrying a parasol between the bloody things. I don't remember any cartoon ogres, though."

Sandra asked her, "Was she a redhead and her gown was more of a kilt, and she danced the jig?" Rose shook her head no. "Because that's the girl I dreamed of. She danced from the tree to the well, and in front of the butcher's shop and around the bleeding stone."

The five of them sipped slowly on the hot cocoa Sandra poured for everyone. No one felt like going back to bed. They silently watched dawn break.

They spent the whole day in the library, skipping lectures to pour over the various books on interpreting dreams. They even consulted a whole host of online dream dictionaries. Twice, they suspended their research to go eat, but they were back at it as soon as their stomachs stopped hurting.

By the time the library closed, they knew one thing and one thing only. The answer to the mystery of their shared nightmare was not to be found there. Each and every book offered a radically different interpretation of the things they saw in their dream.

Jamie rubbed his tired eyes and sighed. "That was a waste of fucking time," he said. The group walked towards the parking lot, where the BMW and the Wrangler awaited them.

"We should contact Moran," Helena said. "Maybe Section knows what magician's dreams mean."

Jamie grunted in response. "Maybe," he said. The day's work left him feeling like dreams were vastly overrated. It was all probably just a coincidence, brought up by the fact that they cast wards together. He opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped by Sandra tensing up. He let his instincts guide him as he unleashed one of his stored spirits. In an instant, the three casters were able to comprehensively, telepathically communicate with each other.

"Danger," thought Sandra. Rose and Jamie instantly picked up on the meaning behind her word. They were about to be attacked.




A-Cup Angst Ch. 06



"Triangle," thought Rose and the other two saw that they were about to be fired upon by multiple shooters from three directions.

Jamie's heart sank as his spirits told him that they could not stop or deflect the bullets. "Barriers," he thought and the three of them immediately agreed upon who would pull which large, concrete flower pot to shield them from fire. All three of them agreed that possessing the shooters couldn't be done fast enough to prevent bullets from flying.

Helena and Sonya didn't even have time to react as a dozen huge, rectangular flower pots slid across the pavement to assemble around them in a low triangle. They were pulled down to lie flat, by the other three, at the same instant as gunfire rang out. The shots were short lived. The initial volley flew overhead, while the follow up was stopped by the concrete pots.

Then Jamie sensed an otherworldly presence nearby. It was malicious and it turned its hungry gaze at them, lying down on the pavement. Seven of his stored powers took off and dealt with this unknown, but terrible danger. Jamie shook with dread.

He sensed two distinct, new dangers arise and take aim at them. There were two snipers on nearby rooftops that now had a clear shot at them, lying immobile. The last two of Jamie's spirits instantly possessed them and made them shoot the people who had ambushed them, initially. 

Twelve shots leisurely rang out in the night, followed by two snipers jumping off their high perches to land headfirst on the hard concrete below.

The five young people panted in fright in the ensuing silence. Jamie, Sandra and Rose silently agreed that there was no more danger awaiting them. "All clear," Jamie whispered to Sonya and Helena, before rising. Standing up, he saw a ten foot wide crater, close by. His gut told him it was the place where his stored powers dealt with the unknown, sorcerous threat. There was an old man lying down next to it.

Just as Jamie wanted to go check up on him, he saw an image of what Rose saw behind him. He spun to gape at the woman who stood next to the sniper that had fallen to his death. The woman was far away, but they could see a spell wrapped around her wrist like a dog walker's leash. The business end of the leash was wrapped around a magical rift. Jamie and the girls watched in horror as the rift ate up the sniper and his gear. Then the woman sat astride the rift and it flew her to the roof, where the sniper had been shooting from, and it ate some things up there as well. Jamie and the girls followed it with their eyes as it flew to the other sniper and his shooting position, eating everything up.

They felt no threat towards themselves and watched in mute fascination as it flew towards a group of the original shooters. "The bullets," thought Jamie and Rose and Sandra instantly knew they were running out of time to look at these enchanted bullets. They telekinetically dug out the expended, deformed bullets from the concrete pots, but could not make out the original wards that were inscribed into them. They ran to the third group of shooters as fast as they could, while the woman rode the rift towards the second group. By the time the rift ate everything up there, Jamie reached a shooter and cleared a round from the chamber of his assault rifle. He held it up and examined it alongside his witches.

They studied it while the woman steered the rift to their triangular barrier to eat up the spent bullets embedded in the shattered concrete there.

When the rift flew her to the last position, Jamie dropped the round and he and the girls backed away, looking at the glowing rift in amazement. The spell that made it was a thing of great beauty and art. They watched it in open admiration, feeling no threat to themselves.

"Ask," thought Rose and they understood her meaning. They needed to find out what had just happened here. They struck out at the woman's mind with their combined power and were rebuffed. The woman didn't react. She just kept directing the rift, leashed to her wrist, to suck up all the corpses and equipment, even the spent casings. She looked over to the crater and sat astride the rift, directing it over there.

Jamie and the girls were dismayed to see it was flying straight towards Helena, who was kneeling by the old man that lay there. Before they could think of anything, the woman dismounted the rift, it ate up the old man and then the woman tugged on the leash. The rift oriented itself to be perfectly horizontal and the woman undid the leash and jumped into the thing.

The rift ate her up and shrunk until it blinked out of existence.

Jamie realized he and his four girls were just attacked on a college campus by fourteen men with assault rifles and enchanted ammunition, and a very nasty magical something that Jamie didn't even want to think about, and the only evidence that remained, was a large hole in the grass and a dozen busted up flower pots. 

He ran to Helena and dragged her to the cars. The five of them got in the BMW. Sonya shook with adrenaline and fright, while Helena looked more sad than anything. "What were you doing with that old man," he asked her.

Helena looked like he had interrupted her train of thought and mumbled a questioning, "Hm? Oh, that was my great-grandfather Eric Johansson. He was the head of my former clan."

"Was," asked Rose.

"Well, he's dead," answered Helena, rolling her eyes. "Man just died right in front of my eyes. And then his corpse... just up and vanished! Who was that woman?! What the hell happened here?!"

Jamie remembered Helena couldn't see the rift-shaped spell. He wished he could use his magic to calm Helena down. Rose and Sandra calmed Sonya down. Just as everyone in the car started to shake off the adrenaline rush, Jamie, Rose and Sandra shared a thought that startled them so much it broke their telepathic link in its wake. "Our families," they shouted out loud.

Helena and Sonya understood what the casters meant. If they were hit by Section, then their families must have been, as well. They all grabbed their phones and went online to check on their homes via the webcams they had installed in the summer. Jamie and the witches were certain their wards had not been breached and the images that slowly streamed to their miniature screens soon confirmed that their relatives were safe and sound. They heaved a collective sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry about your great-grandfather, Helena," Jamie said, sincerely.

"Fuck him," said Helena, somewhat flippantly. "He was here to kill you and the three of you," she said, indicating the rest of the girls. "He got what he deserved."

Jamie winced at her tone of voice. If she had not been ensorcelled to be his lover, she'd probably care a whole hell of a lot more about her ancestor's death.

"What makes you think he came here to kill us," asked Rose.

"He told me so," replied Helena. "With his dying breath."

"You talked to him," Jamie asked.

Helena nodded, then said, "Well, no, not really. He did all the talking, I just listened." 

"What did he say," asked Rose.

"He said that he should have ordered me killed as well," said Helena. "I guess that means his original plan was for me to survive, somehow."

"Yeah," Jamie mused aloud. "Explains why there were four shooters from each side. Although, I'm having trouble coming up with any reasonable scenario in which you would not be hit, even by accident. Bullets go through bodies and change their trajectory."

Helena shrugged. "Then he called us thieves and said that he wished he warded his pet to withstand more that thrice tripled power."

Jamie's brow drew down as he asked, "What does thrice tripled mean?"

"I'm guessing three times three times three," said Sandra. "More commonly known as twenty seven or three to the third power."

"I sent seven of my powers after that thing, whatever it was. That means that each of my stored powers is the equivalent of four, um, average witches' powers."

"Makes sense," offered Rose. "The three of us now wield the power that was originally wielded by us four girls. Minus the power spent enchanting Helena and Chris."

"Yeah," Jamie said. He looked to his rings, now devoid of stored power. In ten days' time, he'd again have the power of forty witches at his disposal. "Why did he call us thieves?"

Everyone's face screwed up in puzzlement. Sandra said, "Maybe he thinks we steal sorcerous power from other magicians?"

Jamie waved the matter off. "Never mind that," he said. "What was his pet, anyway? I felt like my magic was trying to insulate my conscious mind against perceiving it."

"He didn't say," Helena answered. "All he said after that was that the cleanup lady is coming and that he smelled fresh bread. Then he mumbled some stuff I couldn't make out, and that was it. He died, the chick came over, his body vanished and she did too."

Sonya said, "I bet this is what your dream was about!" Everyone nodded and yeahed half-heartedly. If the dream had been a warning about this assault, then it had absolutely failed in its purpose. It had actually drawn them into danger.

Jamie fingered his ring. Without the stored powers, he was feeling naked and exposed. "Let's retreat to Bastion," he ordered, "we need to store up a power of four before we go to bed tonight. Sonya, you drive the Wrangler!" When they got home, he ordered them to stand watch over their live feeds from home, lest Section decided to mount a retaliatory attack. He got a blowjob from Rose and Sandra and they lay down together, after storing up a power spirit. They talked about the rift spell they saw earlier and the ammunition they examined until sleep crept up on them. There were some very interesting paradoxes included in those two spells.

The next morning, Helena asked Jamie, "After you store up your ten powers, we're going to D.C. to pay a visit to The Suit, right?"

"No," Jamie said firmly. All the girls looked at him in surprise. "They didn't go after our families. Besides, I think it sends a stronger message if I just ignore this attack, you know? Like it didn't matter. If I go there in ten days' time, it raises the question of why I was waiting in the first place. I think I'll prefer to keep them guessing. Keep them off-balance, you know? Like Littlefinger says in the books, be unpredictable, even contradict, or undermine yourself every now and then." The girls nodded at hearing his reasoning.

The next few days were almost remarkable in their unremarkableness. Everyone was puzzled by the crater and shattered pots, but it was chalked up to a prank and campus security was making inquiries on Greek row as to who had done it.

A warm, autumn afternoon saw the gang assemble in the quad after their lectures. Jamie was going to take his girls out to eat someplace nice. He had no reservations, but access to any establishment was but a thought away for him. The girls were busy stating their preferences when a commotion was sensed coming their way. Jamie, Rose and Sandra felt it first, and Sonya and Helena discussed the differences between Thai and Chinese, oblivious to it.

"Yoo-hoo, Helly," rang out across the quad. Helena screwed her face up in a pleading expression, looked skyward and turned around to spot her mother, haltingly weaving her way through the milling students.

"Is your mother, um, here, and, uh, drunk and coming towards us," asked Jamie in disbelief.

"I think she is," said Helena, her teeth clenched. 

As Alice got closer, they could see that she was being guided towards them by a fellow student. Alice was sporting a goofy grin and she held out her arms for a hug. "There you are, Helly, baby," she addressed Helena, "give mommy a big hug!"

"Mom," exclaimed an embarrassed Helena.

"What, too cool for all that now," Alice slurred. She snorted dismissively and told the student that was hanging on her every word, "Shoo, we're done now. I don't need you anymore."

The young man bowed his head gratefully and turned on his heel before leaving. "What did you need him for, in the first place," asked Jamie.

"Well, someone had to take me to my only child," said Alice before hiccupping. "My only child that won't take or return my calls anymore." She made vague gestures all around as she wobbled on her stilettos. "And this is a big campus."

"Mom," Helena chided, "if you charmed that boy, you're going to be in a lot of trouble with Section!"

"Oh," said Alice, before blowing a raspberry and waving her hand dismissively. "Section, schmection. They fired me already! What else are they gonna do?"

"You're fired," asked Helena.

"Everyone's fired, Helly," slurred Alice, "the whole fucking clan is kaput! Oh, and my uncle Ben is now the head of our little clan and he told me that you and I are no longer Johanssons!" Alice threw her head back in laughter and then righted it, spreading her arms out for balance. "We can start our own clan now, Helly, baby."

Helena groaned in frustration as her mother hiccupped and contemplated how to stand upright. Jamie looked around. They were drawing attention to themselves. "Let's get her to Bastion," he suggested. "We'll go out some other time."

Alice's eyes lit up. She pointed a manicured finger at Jamie and exclaimed, "Yes! Yes, get me to Sebastian! He sounds like a swell guy!" She laughed loudly as the girls herded her to the cars. Getting her in the back of the Cayenne was a lot of work, but she dozed off the instant the door was closed behind her.

She woke up in Jamie's arms as he carried her inside. "Mmm, you're strong," slurred a half asleep Alice into his shoulder. He deposited her in a spare bedroom and Helena divested her of most of her clothing. They left her to sleep off her buzz and had dinner, followed by the girls squealing in joy as Jamie lifted the ban on the dildo. The ensuing orgy drained Jamie, making him the first to go to sleep. The girls plowed on without him until the wee hours of the morning.

Alice Worth woke up in a strange bed, wearing only her undergarments. Her clothes were neatly folded and arranged at the foot of the bed. She couldn't quite recall how she got to where she now was. She groaned as she sat up in bed and grasped her head with both hands. She was nursing the mother of all hangovers. "Oh, fuck," she grumbled aloud.

She rallied her power and invested it into a spell she hadn't used since before she got pregnant with Helena. It was supposed to relieve her of all the consequences of her inebriation. When the pounding in her head kept going, she squinted between her fingers and huffed. She was feeling too sick to think. "What's going on," she thought to herself. She tried again with her spell, but it fizzled out, without effect, once more. 

Alice's guts began churning as she realized she could no longer feel her power. A rush of adrenaline coursed through her veins and made her limbs start shaking. She gulped air in blind panic. A cold sweat trickled down her temples. She used all of her willpower to stop herself from hyperventilating. She needed to do something, anything. The feeling of her power being severed from her was so alien, so wrong and so overwhelming that she could not form a coherent thought for a long time.

Her legs refused to work properly, so she remained in bed, fearful of collapsing if she were to attempt to stand up. Her teary eyes scanned the room for any clue as to what happened to her. Finding none, she turned to the large windows that were letting in an obscene amount of sunlight. It was stabbing her in the eyes. She forced herself to look out and then gasped in fright. The view out of the window told her absolutely nothing of where she was. 

She could remember going to visit her daughter and warn her of the vampire, but looking out the window, she had no idea if she was even in the same city as her daughter was, right now. She had spent a lot of time all over the East coast and could identify every major city's skyline with ease, but the view outside of this window was entirely unfamiliar to her. It could be downtown Damascus, for all she knew. Even worse, she felt an uncomfortable tugging on her mind as she attempted to catalogue the buildings she was looking at. Her heart sank as she realized she was under the effects of some very heavy wards that were making her unable to tell where she was.

She surmised that another set of wards was diminishing her power to the point of rendering her a mundane, for all intents and purposes. Who had done this to her? What were their intentions? Where was she last night? These questions nagged her, but she forced herself to calm her mind. She needed to have a clear head if she was to get out of whatever predicament she was in. She needed to get to Helena and get her to leave this city. She sat cross legged on the bed and started going through the breathing exercises her father had taught her ages ago. As soon as she started, her mind was flooded with pleasant memories of their time together and she began to rapidly calm with each breath. The pounding headache was subsiding as well.

Alice was halfway through her relaxation ritual when her door opened. She squinted and spotted her daughter in the doorway. She loudly exhaled her latest, big breath in relief and cried, "Helly, sweetie! Thank goodness you're here! Are you alright?"

"Yes," replied Helena, "I am, despite my mother showing up drunk on campus, spelling people."

"Helly, I can't feel my power," complained Alice.

Helena's brow drew down as she strode over to the middle aged woman. "First of all," she said, towering over her mother, "I told you a million times already, stop calling me Helly! And second, you not feeling your power is a deliberate choice of ours. Now, come downstairs. Jamie wants to talk to you." With that, she turned on her heels and walked out, leaving her mother to sputter after her in a whining tone.

Finally, Alice mustered the courage to stand up and immediately sat back down. The sudden motion made her head spin and stomach rise. After a few more minutes of breathing deep through her nose, she dared risk it again and found herself quite able to stand upright. She picked up her blouse and put it on. Bending over to retrieve it sent her inner ear into disarray, so she decided not to bother with trying to put on her skirt or shoes. Her blouse went down to beneath her ass and besides, Helena was wearing track bottoms and a halter top, breakfast would be a casual affair.

Hugging the wall for support and guidance, Alice slowly made her way out of the room, to the staircase and down to the breakfast nook.

Jamie looked up and nodded to himself when he saw Mrs. Worth slowly wobbling their way. She plopped down in a free seat and poured herself a big glass of water that she then downed in just a few big, loud gulps. She drained two more glasses in quick succession. The smells of the food were making her hungry and nauseated at the same time. "Alice," said Jamie, tersely. "I trust you slept well?" Alice just grunted in response.

After a brief silence, Alice forced her eyes to focus on Jamie Jacobs. "This is the worst morning of my life," she complained.

"Is that so," said Jamie, noncommittally.

"Yes, it is," she groaned. "I suppose I have you to thank for my inability to use my power to end this horrible hangover?" Jamie nodded. "Well, thanks a bunch for your hospitality."

"Shall we discuss the hospitality you provided for my baby sister when you had our mother arrested for drug dealing?"

Alice rolled her eyes and took a plate with several pancakes on it and placed it before herself. "You're not still going on about that, are you," she asked, searching the table for any unused utensils.

Jamie waved his hand over the table. The plate lifted in the air and flew away from her to smash into pieces against the wall. The noise startled the girls, but it made Alice positively cringe as it reverberated inside her abused skull. "Yes I'm still going on about that," he said. "What makes you think you're allowed to eat at my table?"




A-Cup Angst Ch. 06



Alice fixed him with the most imperious, you-don't-want-to-mess-with-me-young-man, withering stare she could muster in her current condition. Jamie leveled an even glare, right between her eyes. The memory of the frightening time when he used her own power against not only her, but also all of her relatives in The Suit's house, came back. She blushed and found herself not quite able to maintain eye contact. "Helena invited me to breakfast," she whispered.

"No, I didn't," Helena said to Jamie. "I told her you wanted to speak to her, that's all."

"Ugh, whatever," grumbled Alice. "I'm a guest in your house and basic politeness dictates-"

"You are not allowed to give me lectures on politeness," Jamie cut her off. "Especially not in my own house. In which you are also not a guest. I don't recall inviting you over."

"Look, you brought me here-"

"Your current location is your own fault, no one else's" said Jamie. "You are the one that was stupid enough to come within a mile of me, even though you know full well how I feel about you. You were also stupid enough to tell us you are no longer backed by your clan or Section. Stupidity was also what prompted you to decide that coming to us dead drunk was a good idea. However, if you persist in this silly notion that it is a wise course of action to continuously talk down at me... Well, I fear that all this accumulated stupidity of yours might prove to be fatal, in the end."

Alice rolled her eyes at the young man's posturing. "Helly, tell him-"

Helena smashed her fist down on the table. "My name is Helena," she snarled.

"Oh, you young people, nowadays," complained a weary Alice. "No respect for your elders."

Jamie's anger, that has been simmering ever since this woman had his mother arrested, boiled over. He stood from the table and shoved his arm towards Alice. She screamed as her body was propelled from her chair and flew between two pairs of support beams before glancing off a couch and landing on another.

"Respect," was Jamie's bellowed question. "You dare talk to me about respect?!" His anger claimed him and he sent Alice flying all over the open space of Bastion's ground floor. He would stop her from crashing into the walls and pillars with mere inches to spare. "What would you know about respect!?" Alice was a rag doll in his telekinetic grasp. "You are an over privileged piece of shit!" Alice bit back the acid her stomach was heaving out. "I'm going to show you just how much respect you deserve!"

Alice's body slammed heavily onto the thick rug in front of a huge, flat screen TV in the corner. She groaned in pain. Her daughter grabbed her golden locks and Alice had enough abuse. Power or no, she wasn't going to just take this lying down. She cocked her hand and aimed a powerful, open handed blow into the side of her daughter's knee. Her entire arm immediately began to tingle like it was bereft of circulation. She gritted her teeth as her arm fell uselessly, just short of making contact. This place, wherever it was, was warded against physical violence attempted against the residents. She knew wards that could do that, her sister had taught some to her.

Helena was joined by Sandra and the two of them placed Alice on her knees. Alice closed her eyes and ran through her meager list of options. She couldn't use her magic or combat training to get out of there, all that was left to her was to talk to the kids, or, better yet, let them talk at her until they get bored. "Helena," she said.

Her own daughter responded by punching her in the lower back and snarling, "Shut up, cunt!"

The sharp blow made Alice shut her eyes against the pain. When she opened them again, she was looking into the redhead's hazel eyes. Her eyes caught Alice's mind and her voice directed her thoughts.

"She doesn't have the power to burn away my charms," Rose said to Jamie. "Ask her anything!"

"Strip," Jamie barked at Alice. Helena let her go and Alice sat back on her heels, unbuttoning her blouse. She tossed it away and her bra soon followed it. Jamie admired the woman's physique. She had the body of a petite thirty year old woman. She stood up to pull her panties down her thighs. After she stepped out of them, she held on to them and looked around uncertainly.

"Shit," cursed Rose. "This bitch is very headstrong! She's stubborn enough to resist charm magic!" She stood before the blonde and again ensnared her mind. Alice nodded meekly and tossed her panties away. 

Jamie stood before her and looked her in the eye. Her narrow face seemed blank and her shapely lips were actually quite pretty, now that she wasn't sporting her perpetual sneer. "Why does Section have a separate Hunting Department," he asked.

"To prevent the Apocalypse, using special means and tactics," was her answer.

Jamie's brow raised at the statement. He chuckled as he asked, "Not to run a secret shapeshifter breeding program with werewolves?"

"No," said Alice, firmly. "We have standing orders to exile or kill shapeshifters, if necessary."

Jamie and the girls frowned at this. He nodded to Rose and she lay some more charms into Alice's head. "Why would you kill your own top enforcers," he asked.

"If there are too many of them in North America, the indigenous tribes will have their vengeance on us all," she said.

"What the fuck are you on about," was Jamie's next question. "You are having lycanthropic wolves bite and possess men so they'd rape women and make little shapeshifters for you! A secret army of super casters for The Suit to do with as it likes!"

"No," she said.

Jamie looked to Rose, who gave him a look that said she can't think of more charms to hit Alice with. He glared at Alice with his face screwed up in a displeased grimace. Finally, he ordered, "Tell me how the Hunting Department deals with werewolves and lycanthropic wolves and why!"

"We catch and identify werewolves and have our people gather them on the night of the full moon so they can't rape a woman and make shapeshifters. Lycanthropic wolves are identified on full moons with our fleet of drones, flying over the wilderness. Then we keep them away from human settlements, and campers away from the lycans, so they can't bite more people. If we were to kill the wolf, another would be called upon and we would not be able to identify it until after it had bitten people."

"That's got to be bullshit," Sandra cut in. "Moran told us practically the opposite." Jamie winced as Sandra named his ally in Section.

"Moran is a manipulative liar," said Alice. "Some mundane agents in Section try to play the casters in order to deal with the revelation of magic being real. Most serve with integrity, some go mad and have to be wiped, and the few people like Moran try to divide and conquer."

"Nuh-uh, Alice," Jamie wagged a finger in front of her blank face, "I'm not falling for that. Dana told me the truth, already."

"Moran lies and manipulates," Alice droned.

Jamie laughed a bitter laugh and said, "Alright, I'll bite! If you're not running a secret breeding program, then why are you dealing with werewolves? What is this Apocalypse that prompts the Hunting Departments attention?"

"A North American apocalypse," she said. At Jamie's prompting gesture, she continued. "The Native Americans' witch doctors, for all their healing prowess, couldn't save their people from smallpox. Unable to protect their people from european sicknesses and weapons, they chose to use their connection to the land to weave their revenge. If there are enough shapeshifter mages in North America at the same time, they will be possessed by the old witch doctors and they will bring about a great sickness that will smite all the non-Native Americans on the continent."

"How many are enough," he asked.

"Section had, at one point, identified five simultaneous shapeshifters in North America. The Apocalypse didn't happen, so that's Section's set limit," she said.

"And if Section finds a sixth?"

"Then one or more of them are to be relocated to another continent and monitored closely."

"And if they don't want to move," Jamie asked.

"Termination," Alice said. "Fortunately, all three known shapeshifters are on Section's payroll, so we can count on them flying away from the continent at a moment's notice, in a pinch."

"And if not, you can just snuff them with enchanted bullets," Jamie stated. 

Alice nodded and then her face started to adopt an expression. "How do you know about enchanted ammunition," she asked.

Jamie gestured and Rose again hit Alice's mind with more charms. "Why don't you just exterminate all wolves on the continent," he asked. "I'm sure Section could accomplish that with the backing of the Government. Perhaps a little media campaign to make people think of them as dangerous vermin? Maybe pretend there's an outbreak of some kind of super rabies or some such?"

"If we were to do that, then the wolves would rise from the dead and attack us with impunity," she said. "This land is not our land. The witch doctors saw to it that there would always be wolves in North America. Whether they were alive, or undead. The truth about magic would come out and all of humanity would descend into madness, chaos and witch hunts. It would be the end of the current civilization."

"End of the world," he asked, and snickered. "Aren't we exaggerating? How do you know people wouldn't say something like, 'ooh, magic, awesome'?"

"Section runs simulations," she explained, and then faltered. At Jamie's gesture, Rose exerted more of her will upon Alice's mind. "We can create a potion that magically marks all the memories a person makes for weeks after the moment of ingestion. As soon as we stockpile it, we isolate a small settlement from the rest of the world, feed it to the residents, without them noticing, and then reveal the truth about magic. No matter what our spin on the story, within days, hysteria tears the town apart and we have to step in to prevent loss of life and wipe recent memories. It always starts badly and then goes downhill in no time at all."

"I am so not buying any of this shit," Jamie declared. "Girls?" he watched them screw their faces up in consideration. They either shook their heads no, or shrugged. "Yeah, I had a bad feeling about Moran, too, but I think he's a decent guy, in the end. I still suspect that you are lying to us. I guess a ball breaker like you can shrug off charm magic, even without any sorcerous power." Rose wilted at his words, feeling like she had failed him. He pulled her close and whispered in her ear. She smiled, nodded and ran off.

Jamie signalled and Alice was made to kneel again. He thought back on the things she said when she was drunk. She complimented his strength and was eager to meet a Sebastian. "Let's test you," he suggested. "When did you last have sex?"

"Two and a half years ago," was her stammering reply.

Jamie snorted and shook his head. There was no fucking way a pretty woman like her went untouched for that long a time, regardless of her job and responsibilities. "Now I know you're lying!"

Rose ran back to them, carrying the dildo they had made. Jamie nodded to Helena and Rose quickly helped her put it on. He wrapped a fistful of Alice's hair in his hand and pulled her face to the side. "That," he pointed at Helena's cock, "is the big shaft your own daughter is going to rape you in the ass with. Either tell me the truth about lycanthropes and werewolves, or you will know what it is like to be violated by the child you gave birth to!"

Alice repeated the story of Native American witch doctors infusing the land with a great curse in olden days. The curse makes random wolves turn into lycanthropes, bite humans to create werewolves that impregnate women with shapeshifters and that those shapeshifters, if they ever found themselves on North American soil in a large enough, but still unknown number, would one day be possessed by the old witch doctors and summon a great, mystical disease that would wipe the continent clean of all but the indigenous tribes.

Jamie patiently listened to her story, detecting no deception in her mind, and nodded to himself. "Yup, you asked for this," he said and gave Helena a nod. Helena pressed the head of her cock against her mother's asshole. "Last chance to tell the truth." Sandra and Sonya grabbed an arm each, rendering her unable to use them to defend herself. The pulled her down to all fours.

"I am telling you the truth," said Alice. A shriek tore from her throat when Jamie gave Helena a look and her daughter began pressing into her. She threw her head back in agony as the unyielding, warm piece of wood penetrated her without any lubrication. Sheer shock made her breathe in short gasps. Her unseeing eyes gazed at the ceiling as the fire in her ass overrode all the charm magic in her mind. "Stop," she bellowed.

"Tell the truth," insisted Jamie.

"I am," she yelled through the pain. "I did! I told you nothing but the truth! Please let me go, Helena! Please! Please, let mommy go! You're hurting me, Helena, you're hurting mommy!"

"Tell your version of the official story, once more," he ordered. He patiently nodded as Alice repeated everything she already said. When she finished, he looked into her teary eyes. A big part of him was enjoying this. He didn't normally enjoy the sight of people on their hands and knees, sobbing for mercy, but Alice doing it was quite gratifying for him. "Revenge feels good", he told himself.

There was another reason he was enjoying seeing Alice sodomized by Helena. Whenever Helena had been sick as a middle school child, her mother would spend hours in her room, rubbing cream onto her chest and spoon feeding her soup. Jamie used to watch from his window as the Alice used to rub Helena and stroke her golden hair. He would always get hard and masturbate after seeing that. For a long time, he harbored erotic fantasies of the blondes that lived right behind his house. And now, the mother daughter team was right in front of him, engaged in a bit of sodomy.

He winked at Helena and she started to pull out of Alice's ass. Alice sighed in relief. The sigh was interrupted by a scream as Helena shoved her magical meat back into her mother's bowels. She started to go in deeper and deeper, forcing her mother to shriek continuously, until she went in all the way. Sonya knelt by Alice and slapped her a few times to stop her from passing out. Alice sobbed and blubbered as her only child started to ass fuck her in earnest, still with no lubrication.

Jamie undid the drawstring on his sweat pants and unleashed his erection. He was going to make his adolescent dream come true. He seized Alice's golden hair and pulled her head up. She was crying and her face was a rictus of misery. "Aw," he mock commiserated, "does it hurt?"

Her only response was more tears coming out of the corners of her eyes. Helena started to grunt loudly as she slapped her hips against her mother's ass. 

Jamie guided his hard shaft towards Alice's lips. She panicked, but there was nothing she could do to stop him. The wards smothering the place saw to it. When Jamie pressed his glans against her lips, he gave Helena a nod. She let go of her mom's hips with one hand and began to spank her ass.

Alice squealed, parting her lips, and Jamie swooped in with his cock. She couldn't bite or graze him so he freely plunged into the back of her throat. "Oh, yeah," he said. He kept pressing on and her whole body began to convulse and heave, trying to prevent the intruder from breaching her throat. The shaft pistoning in and out of her ass prevented her from succeeding.

Jamie slowly sank into her throat with a drawn out sigh of delight. Alice's throat muscles contracted around his shaft, milking him, even as she vomited around him. He laughed as he felt her sick up running down his balls. She tried to cough to clear her airway, but the pain in her ass kept stifling her efforts.

"Oh, yeah," called Helena. "Keep coughing, bitch! That feels good!" She smacked her mom's ass some more.

Jamie used his power to make all the vomit that was on his skin float to the small of Alice's back and pool there. He started to thrust into her throat in earnest. The power he had over her was making him high. He wanted to match Helena's rhythm. Alice threw up again and again as he came closer and closer to orgasm. He saw that Helena was almost there, so he tied his aura to hers. Immediately, he felt a massive orgasm brewing. He smiled a wicked smile. "Almost there," he thought to himself.

When Helena slammed into her mom's ass and held there, Jamie pulled out and held his cock steadily pointed at Alice's face. Helena came and her orgasm reverberated through Jamie. She pumped her mother's ass full of her pussy juices as Jamie sprayed Alice's face with an ungodly amount of sperm. Alice kept heaving, despite the spraying and Sandra and Rose used their power to make her sick up splash back against her own face, prompting her into more dry heaves. Helena groaned in appreciation of all the pressure Alice was putting on her own bowels.

Finally, the orgasm passed and Jamie sat down on the couch, heavily. He sighed in delight and fell asleep, completely drained. He had a brief dream about golden-haired angels flying around his head, naked and just out of reach.

He woke to the feeling of Sonya hugging him and pressing her big tits against his chest. "Wakey, wakey," she cooed. "There have been new developments."

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Sonya got off him and knelt to hold out his sweat pants to step into. He stood up and stretched, before stepping into the garment and letting her pull it up. He lopped the drawstring and walked to the dining area. A glance at the clock told him noon had come and gone.

Alice was sitting down at the table and taking small, hesitant bites of a sandwich that was on a plate in front of her. She dared not look up at Jamie, but he could see that she was keeping track of him under her lowered lashes. "What's going on here," he asked.

"After you passed out," Rose spoke up, "we interrogated Mrs. Worth." Jamie looked around at the smug faces of his girls. There was no doubt in his mind as to what type of interrogation method was used on the suddenly-not-so-proud Alice Worth. The blush of her cheeks confirmed his guess. As did the glistening dildo at the other end of the table. "Apparently, the Johansson clan was tossed out of Section a while ago and it wasn't Section that attacked us the other night. It was Eric J gone rogue. Good thing we decided not to retaliate." Jamie grunted.

Helena pulled out a chair for him and he plopped down in it. He was feeling a little peckish as he watched Alice take another small bite. Sandra set a plate down in front of him. "Thank you," he said, before picking up one of the grilled cheese sandwiches and taking a big bite out of it. It was freshly toasted, but Sandra used her power to cool it, before she served it to him. He chewed and raised an eyebrow at Rose.

"The results of our interrogation were quite conclusive," she said. "Alice is telling the truth about Section's efforts to stem the tide of werewolves and prevent the birth of more shapeshifters. Moran lied to us." Jamie kept his eyes on Alice. She kept trying to hide her downcast face under her long bangs. "There is, however, a more pressing matter.

"Alice came here, yesterday, to get Helena to leave. With or without the rest of us. Section is evacuating the city of all known casters. There is a vampire on the loose." Jamie raised an eyebrow, but kept on chewing. "You see, vampires are not the bloodsucking fiends from the movies. They're magicians that have managed to get their hands on a copy of a bloody ritual that a Serbian magician concocted in the eighteenth century. After they make blood sacrifices, they become immortal and invincible."




A-Cup Angst Ch. 07



Jean Pierre Lemoine was an artist. His magic moved the needle through the subcutaneous tissue with surgical precision, which was no great surprise to anyone that knew him, as he did have two years of surgical residency under his belt. The surgical scars will be less noticeable than if a plastic surgeon had been over them to hide them, despite being located in plain sight, across the man's abdomen. He finished the suture and relaxed. An orderly used his power to levitate the man from the surgical table onto a hospital bed next to it. The nurse handed Lemoine the patient's chart and he filled it out. He had just implanted a whole liver into the man and the orderlies wheeled him back to his suite. The patient needed to sleep off the anesthesia.

Lemoine stretched and removed his surgical mask. The machine beeped out a flatline alarm and he turned to the other surgical table. The trafficked young woman finally expired, causing Lemoine to bunch his brow and examine the gaping hole in her abdomen where her liver used to be. Then he saw and remembered that he had cauterized her arteries and portal vein, as he had severed them, in order to keep his surgical field clean. Still, he was surprised her cardiovascular system had lasted this long. "Clean this up," he said to the nurse and she nodded. Two more orderlies came in and dragged the fresh corpse from the table to be taken away for disposal, along with the corpse of the girl that was drained to change the DNA of the liver. He took off his scrubs, bunched them up and tossed them on her as they passed him by.

Jean Pierre got dressed, left the surgical suite and proceeded down the hall, taking a few turns that led him to his office. Outside his door, he saw Khaled coming in the other direction. "Ah, good," he said, "I've been meaning to speak with you, Khaled."

"Lemoine," Khaled said, not even bothering to slow down or look at the man.

Jean Pierre skipped to catch up to the stocky, bald Arab. "The level of professionalism around here has dropped significantly, since you came here," he said. "We cannot run a clinic in this way. There are certain procedures that must be followed in order to ensure the smooth running of this operation."

"What are you talking about," Khaled said. The doctor was an uppity, abrasive man, but he had to be tolerated. Most surgeons grew a conscience after learning the truth of their operation and had to be silenced. He knew well that to Lemoine, the practice of medicine was not about doing good or saving lives, it was about playing god. Since he had his license revoked for drug abuse and malpractice, he had no other way of practicing his craft, except working for them, here.

"I'm talking about us not having enough organs delivered to meet our demand," Jean Pierre said. "I used to get medical records of people to review and make certain we were harvesting only from healthy, uninfected subjects. Now, every day, one of the organs I get is unchecked and then my assistants have to drain a whore's life to change it, right before implantation, and I'm supposed to implant it on just your word that the organ is good? And just now, I took a whore's organ to implant!"

Khaled was a proud man and he did not take slights against his honor or reputation lightly. He bit back his anger at having this pipsqueak call warlocks, that were his betters in every way, "assistants". The doctor's lack of morals was not the thing that made him a precious asset for their organization. He had a small amount of magical power and he expertly used that to simplify and speed up his surgeries. The Nassau clinic was doing ten implantations a day and warranted three dedicated collection clinics just to supply its needs for fresh organs. The big bucks were coming in, hand over fist, but only as long as Lemoine remained an eager participant. They tolerated his unseemly appetites and many addictions and even covered up the results of his homicidal tendencies, but Khaled was close to losing it with the uppity, little, annoying Frenchie.

"Yes, doctor, you are supposed to take me at my word," he said. They reached the elevator and he pressed the call button.

"I am a medical health professional," Lemoine said, causing Khaled to roll his eyes. "When I implant an organ into a patient, I am responsible for-"

Khaled turned to him and cut him off with a wave of his hand. "You are responsible for the surgery," he said, "and that is all. The provenance of the organs is not your responsibility. That is my responsibility."

"If our patients contract anything from the organs we implant, we'll be ruined," Lemoine said.

The elevator dinged and opened its doors. Khaled entered it and said, "Please, doctor. If any of our clients come down with some disease, it is because of their lifestyles. And they'll only come back to us for the cure." He turned and smiled at Lemoine's sour expression. "Another organ or two, to stave off the inevitable, eh?" Lemoine made to enter the elevator, so Khaled played his ace that always seemed to end his bitching sessions. "Besides, if you're so concerned about infection, why don't you use your magic to prevent it?" Lemoine stopped dead in his tracks, glaring down at the smiling Arab who said, "Happy Christmas," as the doors closed. 

Jean Pierre had been born with a very small amount of power, and he didn't even realize he had it until he had been a teen. After he had met other witches and seen and felt what they could do, he thought himself cheated. However, those witches were hunted down by the Directorate and all but neutered by signing licenses, while Jean Pierre swooped under their radar, free to continue to hone his craft. He knew then that he wasn't cheated at birth, but rather blessed. One of these days, he was going to show Khaled. One of these days, he was going to show them all. But not today. He was a professional and there were more surgeries scheduled. Surgeries that would implant tested organs he had already reviewed and approved. Selected, even.

He walked back to his office. A tall, hispanic, young woman, barely nineteen years old, greeted him there, on her knees with downcast eyes and a playful smile. She was enslaved by his magic, a process that took him months to accomplish, and trained to his exact preferences. She had been trafficked there to be whored out and kept on hand in order to have someone to drain in case of an emergency, but he took her for himself, along with thenty year old girl from Latvia, that was kneeling in the corner. They both wore bright red lingerie and Santa hats, his only concessions to the ridiculous american pageantry of Christmas. "Cognac," he said and sat heavily in his office chair. The brunette jumped up to pour him a tumbler. "Massage," he said and the tall, leggy blonde popped up to start rubbing his shoulders. He relaxed in his seat as the brunette brought the tumbler to his lips and carefully tipped it. The tasty liquid washed over his tongue and its emanations wafted up to his nose.

Jean Pierre enjoyed the delicious drink and soft fingers, for a few minutes more, and then he commanded the girls to suck his cock. The brunette set down the glass and knelt beside him. She opened his zipper and reverently fished out his soft cock. The blonde ran her hands all over Jean Pierre as she made her way lower to join in the worship of his cock. She snaked her slender hand inside his underwear and began to gently tickle and stroke his sack. His cock started to become engorged and she took it whole into her mouth. She formed a tight seal and applied suction. He started to grow in her mouth. Soon, he was at full mast and she started to run her mouth up and down his shaft, using her tongue to tickle his most sensitive flesh. The brunette then took over and the two of them took turns sucking his cock and stroking the shaft until he blew his load down the blonde's throat, breaking his silence to announce his release with a moan. They licked him clean and put him back in his drawers, zipping his pants up. Jean Pierre sighed in delight and gestured for a refill.

He had just begun to think on the surgeries he had yet to perform that day, when he heard running and panicked voices in the hallway, outside his office. He sighed in annoyance but kept his eyes closed. He was a surgeon, an artist with a blade and spell and he needed to be completely relaxed and concentrated to do his work. All this running and shouting was unprofessional. His musings on the lack of professionalism, that was affecting this place ever since Khaled arrived, were interrupted by his door opening wide to admit one of Khaled's casters.

"Doctor," gasped the short, fat, black man as he bent over to catch his breath, "we're under attack!" 

Jean Pierre raised an eyebrow in response. "I thought you people came here to protect us from that," he said.

"Yes, yes, but I must evacuate you to safety," said the gasping man. He waved at Lemoine. "Come, come! We must go!"

Jean Pierre sat back in his chair and said, "Nonsense. Deal with it. I'm staying right here until the organs arrive and I implant them. My concentration is vital."

"Doctor," the man shouted, having caught his breath, "we must go to the basement, now!"

Jean Pierre fixed him with an imperious stare. "Are you telling me that you can't deal with this attack, whatever it is?"

The man straightened up and looked insulted at the question. "Of course we can," he said, firmly, "but there is procedure and I have my orders! I am to take you to a safe room and protect you there. And you are to cooperate, doctor! Now, get up and let's..." His voice trailed off as he heard an explosion.

"What was," Jean Pierre's question died on his lips as the man held up a finger to shush him. He went back to the door and cracked it open to peek outside. Jean Pierre set aside his files and gestured for the girls to go kneel in the corner.

A figure came running past the door and the man called out to it in a language Jean Pierre didn't recognize. A brief, shouting exchange ensued and then the black man closed the door. "They have breached the perimeter," he said. "They are sweeping the building. We must stay here! I must protect you!"

"They," asked Jean Pierre. "Who are they? How many are there? What are they doing here?"

"I don't know," the man said. "We must stay here and be quiet until the situation is resolved."

Jean Pierre huffed in frustration. The whole point of Khaled's group coming here was to provide additional security and they were, apparently, failing at it. Just as he was about to launch into a tirade about their incompetence, he heard it. Gunfire, followed closely by an explosion. A small one, not big enough to destroy walls, but big enough to make them shake. The gunfire continued coming closer. One shot after another rang out and kept getting louder. "Is that one of ours," Jean Pierre asked.

"Possibly," the man said. "It's an AK, a Kalash. I'd know that sound anywhere. We use them, but..."

"But what?"

"But, why is it firing in single fire and coming our way," the man asked. When Jean Pierre threw his hands up in annoyance, he said, "I'd better go check." Another small explosion shook the hallway outside. This time they even saw the flash, under the door. Whatever it was, it was around the corner, by now. The man pulled out a talisman from under his shirt and kissed it, mumbling something. He then pulled out a handgun and worked its slide. He cracked the door open and peeked out.

Jean Pierre jumped up in his seat as the man's head exploded, spraying his brains across the wall. He let out a short string of profanities in French and forced himself to keep it together. He reached into his pocket and retrieved his enchanted key. With trembling fingers, he slid it into the lock on his bottom drawer. The drawer unlocked and he pulled out a big, thick chain. He wrapped it quickly around his fist. He had spent half his life making this chain and each of the thirty-four links contained the power he had gained from sacrificing an adult virgin. He kissed the chain and stood up. Whoever, or whatever, was coming his way was in for a world of hurt.

Two more shots rang out and he could hear two soft thumps follow them. Then his eye caught a ray of light passing across the crack of his door, like an incendiary bullet. At the same time, he heard and felt a big explosion rock the walls, just down the hall from his door. He nervously clutched the chain and swallowed against the dryness in his throat. A shadow was seen in the crack of the door. The door slammed open to reveal a woman standing there and holding two assault rifles, one in each hand.

He didn't waste time to admire her half asian, half european looks. He let loose all the power in his chain. The links dissolved, releasing the power the dark spirits gave him in return for the suffering of his sacrifices. With a single mindedness born of fright, he loosed that power against the armed woman. A whip of darkness uncoiled itself from his fist and lashed out at her instantly. Nothing happened. He blinked. He had unleashed pure destruction, in volumes no one and nothing could withstand, and it all just fizzled out? He was stunned with surprise.

"Doctor Lemoine," the woman said, "please be seated and await questioning."

His legs gave out in fright and he fell down heavily in his chair. The woman's gaze made him squirm uncomfortably. She never took her eyes off him, even as she pointed one of her rifles down the hall and fired three shots. He heard three thumps follow. She tossed the other rifle in the air and removed the curved magazine from the one she had just fired. She flipped it over and inserted the other magazine, that was duct taped to the first, in its former place. She did it all so fast she had time to perfectly catch the other rifle before it fell beneath hand level.

Jean Pierre gaped at her in mute shock. He idly noted the rifles weren't identical, they just looked very similar and the other rifle had only one boxy magazine attached to it. A few minutes of silence followed and then a young man and woman entered his office. They took a brief look around and then the young man pointed at his desk. "This the computer used to order the organs," he asked.

"Yes," replied the Asian. "This is doctor Jean Pierre Lemoine, born in Bordeaux on October twenty seventh, nineteen seventy one. His license to practice was removed nine years ago after multiple convictions of malpractice, drug abuse and ethics violations. He started, but didn't complete a surgical residency at-"

She was cut off by the young man saying, "Thanks, but we don't need to hear his whole life story in reverse chronological order. Just give me the outliers and anomalies, if he has any."

"He was arrested under charges of a disturbance to the public peace after getting drunk and trying to induce a member of the GIGN into a fistfight in a Marseilles bar," said the Asian.

The young man chuckled and said, "Well, you're stupid as well as evil." Jean Pierre bit back his retort, eyeing the two barrels still pointed at him. "Complete your sweep." The Asian left without a word.

"I don't get it," said the young woman, kneeling before his slaves. "How does she suddenly know everything about the guy? Doesn't everyone here have a fake identity?" Jean Pierre, despite his crippling fear, noted the redhead's big breasts.

Jamie Jacobs rolled his eyes and smacked his hand against the open door, right under the sign that read, "Jean Pierre Lemoine, M.D." Rose Romano's ruby red lips made an "o" shape and she nodded, suddenly understanding Nova's newfound knowledge.

"What are your names," asked Jean Pierre. If he could connect to these people, who obviously had the power to wipe out their organization, despite being so young, maybe he could get them to recruit him into their operation.

"You don't ask the questions around here," Jamie said. "You answer them." Jamie could sense the guy was freaked out beyond all reckoning and had no plan to fight back. He sat down in the chair in front of the desk and put his feet up on it. The doctor winced as more gunfire was heard in the distance. "Now, we know that healthy organs are taken from healthy people and then other people are drained of their life force in order to change the DNA of those organs. Then the organs are placed in a sealed and warded container to remain fresh until implantation and sent via airmail just like an ordinary package would be. Someone from your clinic picks it up and you maintain strict separation between the collection place and the implantation place. Complete anonymity from one end to the other."

"Yes," Jean Pierre said and then put on a smile. "I implant them myself using magic and-"

"Shut up," said Jamie, cutting him off. An explosion was heard and felt from upstairs. "There are a few things I need to know from you. The first is: where is the money? How are you getting paid and where is the money going to? This spa thing you have going on as a front is an employee owned business and it never sends a dime elsewhere."

Jean Pierre relaxed hearing those words. He had information and he could use it as a bargaining chip for his very life. "Well, if I tell you that, what is to stop you from killing me," he asked and pointed at the corpse lying by his door, "like you did him?"

Jamie smiled and spread his hands. "Do we look like the law to you," he asked, mirth in his voice. "Did we flash badges? Are we serving up warrants here?" Jamie got serious and sat up in his chair, taking his feet off the desk and leaning in towards the doctor. "No, we're not. We've noticed this setup and we like it. We've decided to bring it into the fold. Our fold. Now, it seems to me there are a few things of value that a place like this capitalizes on. One would be the skills of a talented individual, such as yourself. If you want to become a valued part of our organization, doctor, then you have to tell me exactly how to find and eradicate you former employers. There will be no business negotiations between us until we've concluded our business with your former employers."

"So, if I tell on them to you, we make a deal, a contract," Jean Pierre asked. He flinched as more gunfire was faintly heard.

"In this business, there are no contracts," Jamie said. "All you get is my word that we'll negotiate a proper agreement, with many amenities," he looked pointedly at the naughty Santa girls in the corner and extended a hand to the man, "and we shake on it."

Jean Pierre smiled in relief. He took Jamie's hand and pumped it a few times. "Well, I'm glad we can be in business together. I have some thoughts on how we can-"

"Your ideas will be heard later, doctor," Jamie said, raising his hand. "Actually, you'll probably be the one that you'll pitch the ideas to, if you catch my meaning? But now, you must tell us everything you know about the corporate management."

Jean Pierre relaxed into his seat and said, "Well, I've never really had any dealings with them, myself." A faint boom was heard in the distance. "I've been focused on the medical side of things, like perfecting my technique and integrating-"

"Doctor," Jamie said, kindly, "we are aware and appreciative of your commitment to your practice and continuing excellence, but right now, we need to know what you know of the upstairs management."

Jean Pierre spread his hands and shrugged. "Nothing, I am afraid. Like they keep their facilities strictly separated, so do they keep the head office isolated. The only one that has dealings with them is Ivan."

"Ivan?"

"Yes," said Jean Pierre, "Ivan Ivanovich Kozlov. He's the head of this clinic. He has deputies for everything, so he doesn't actually run this place, but he is the only one that has contact with the head office and the clients prior to their arrival here."




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Jamie flipped open his cellphone and said, "Ivan Ivanovich Kozlov." After a few seconds, he grimaced. "Unfortunately, Mr. Kozlov has already been killed. Is there anyone else here who could direct us towards the head office, as you put it?"

Jean Pierre shook his head no and then gasped. "Khaled," he said. "Khaled is the head of the new people that arrived here a short while ago. He must have been sent here by the head office!"

"Thank you, doctor," said Jamie. He put the phone back to his ear and asked, "What's Khaled's last name, please?"

"Um," said Jean Pierre, "uh, I can't remember. Al... Al... Al Sheikh or something, I don't know."

Jamie raised his eyebrows, but didn't comment. "Khaled," he said into the phone. "Could we have a description of him, please?"

"Uh, yes. He's, uh, he's an Arab, short, comes up to my nose. He, uh, he is bald and... uh..."

"Did you see him here today," Rose asked.

Jean Pierre glanced at her and then looked questioningly at Jamie. He hoped they didn't think he'd work under some cunt. "What is he wearing today," Jamie asked.

"Oh," said Jean Pierre. "He, uh, he wore a dark green shirt and olive khakis."

"Dark green shirt and olive khakis," Jamie said into the phone, before hanging up. "Now, on to the matter of clients. How do you market and sell your services?"

Jean Pierre shrugged and said, "Head office does that. All I know is they somehow got the clients' contact info to Ivan and he made arrangements for them to come here. But let me tell you about some ideas I had about our recovery ward. So far-"

"Doctor, all that can wait until tomorrow," Jamie said. "But the matter of money can not. Tell me how you get paid."

Jean Pierre bit back his indignation at being ordered around and interrogated by a teenager and forced a smile to his face. He ignored the explosion that resounded through the hallways. "I am a professional, Mister...?"

"My name's Pitt," said Jamie, "and you are going to tell me all about the money, or you're going to be in some very deep shit."

"Who the hell do you think you are," Jean Pierre asked. "Who do you think you're talking to? Hm? I can implant a whole liver in less than an hour and using only two doses of blood for transfusion! I am an artist with blade and spell and you kids have no concept of-"

Jean Pierre's rant was cut off by a sensation of pure agony. His whole body clenched and he let out a whimpering groan. Just as suddenly as it came on, the agony vanished, leaving him panting in relief. Jamie held up his cellphone. A picture was on the screen. "Is this Khaled," Jamie asked. Jean Pierre glared long at the uppity, young punk before finally looking down at the screen. He saw the slack face of Khaled, adorned by a single bullet hole in the middle of his forehead. He nodded yes. "Tell us about the money, or you follow him into the grave."

"When your bosses hear of how you've treated me..." Jean Pierre said, then trailed off as the Asian returned, both rifles hanging from her shoulders by their straps. He licked his lips and glared back at Jamie who was watching him in amusement. "You are going to be in so much trouble."

"Aw," Jamie said, in a pretend touched tone. "How kind of you to be concerned for our well being, doctor." 

"You are thoughtless, little-"

Jamie gave Rose the sign and she stepped in front of the Frenchman and caught his awareness in her own. She attempted to instill in him the desire to brag about the organization he used to belong to, but he kept resisting.

"Squeeze his wrists," Jamie said. Nova took the doctor's hands by the wrists and squeezed. The doctor yelped and shouted in agony, letting off a long string of french profanities. "Harder." His voice cut out as the bones in his wrist were shattered. "Let go." Nova let go and stepped back. Jean Pierre looked at his limply hanging hands in hock and horror. "Hey, Doc! Healer, heal thyself. Ever heard of that one?" Jamie laughed. Jean Pierre Lemoine began to chant an odious chant to gather his power and curry favor with the dark powers.

Jamie shut off his spell and stood up. He looked to Nova, who shook its head. "Alright, doctor," he said, "last chance to start talking. Tell us about the money. How do you get paid and how do you send the cash to the head office."

"Fuck you," spat Lemoine.

Jamie bit back his anger and pointed to the man's wrists and said, "Those can be healed up for you. Quite nicely. All you have to do is tell us about the money. Or about how you got this job. Who approached you and when? Where?" Lemoine responded in curse words only. "Bend his knee the wrong way around." Nova seized the man's leg and folded it at the knee so that the toes touched the front side of his hip. Lemoine screamed some more. His face turned red and all of his veins popped out. His wrists were swelling up due to internal bleeding. "Tell us something, anything, and this nightmare stops." Lemoine screamed some more.

He gave Rose the signal and she stepped in front of him. She piggybacked her charm magic onto his sensations of pain. With his mind in a state of shock, he welcomed the distraction from the pain and allowed her to take hold of his mind. "I, I don't know anything about the money. I was never told. I was never allowed to know. All I know is that Ivan would spend every first of the month in his office with a guest from the head office. A courier of some kind. That's all I know."

"How did you get hired for this job?"

"Kozlov came to me," Lemoine yelled through gritted teeth. "He came to me and he wooed me! I'll tell you nothing else, you piece of shit!" He cursed at them in French.

"As you wish," Jamie said. "Nova, snuff him." Nova snapped the man's neck. "Report!"

"All the personnel resisted and was terminated," the gynoid said. "There are four mundanes and one caster that are not here at the moment. They have gone home after working the night shift. There are seventeen patients and twenty-two trafficked young women, mostly from central America. Sandra is watching over them."

Jamie huffed and groaned. That's going to be a whole hell of a lot of work. "Ok, guys," he said. "We've got twenty two women to release from compulsions and charms and get them to their nation's representatives, or at least the Swiss. Also, we're going to go talk to the patients. If they knew the truth about this setup, snuff them, otherwise leave them to their fate and the police. Nova, collect every piece of data from this place and-"

"Already done, Jamie," it said.

"Analyze it," Jamie said. "Find any connection between the people working here and back home. Find out everything there is to know about them and list off any correlation, no matter how small or remote. We need to find a pattern to this organization. How they recruit, how they launder their money, anything."

"Already done, Jamie," it said.

"Well," Jamie prompted.

"There are two more clinics that service this one. One is in Guatemala and the other in Nigeria. Each of the clinics is funded by donations and charity. There is no record of anything untoward regarding their finances. Every cent comes from legitimate charities and is seemingly spent on legitimate procedures. There is no record of the people who work in any of the three clinics, or this spa, having ever met before."

"Yeah," said Jamie. "But we know that's not the truth. There must be a second set of books somewhere, we just missed it the first time around. Nova, tear this place apart, without making it collapse in on itself, and find anything that might be hidden. Girls, let's go!"

Half the day passed by the time the enslaved girls were made rid of the charms in their heads and sent to their respective diplomatic missions. Most of the patients received swift justice, though four of them were allowed to live, without remembering anything about Jamie and his gang. Nova had finished tearing the place apart by then. It found a hidden room on the ground floor, which had its own access from the outside. Inside the room were precision tools and half finished jewelry. Nova's cameras quickly identified all the gems as colored glass and all the gold as painted on.

When the searches of the patients' rooms yielded near identical, but real jewelry, Jamie understood. "They're getting paid in gold and gemstones," he said. "They make fakes here for their patients to take home with them and they take the real deal as payment." Jamie laughed a bitter laugh. "The patients probably wait a while and then report their jewelry stolen and get their money back from the insurers. Fuck! What a fucking scam! If only we knew how to trace the gems and gold!" Nova's preliminary analysis of the world's gold and gems markets yielded no statistically significant result and no links to the three clinics and the spa that they were investigating. "Keep working on it! For now, let's find these five absent yokels and get the jump on them and interrogate them!"

Interrogating the five absentees yielded no new information, so they were snuffed and the gang drove their rental cars back to the airport. Their Dassault Falcon 50 was waiting for them on the apron where they left it. Much like their cars back home, it was warded against undue attention while on the ground. Sonya opened the door and greeted them with a small wave. Helena poked her head out and smiled at seeing them back safe. "We done here," she asked Jamie. "We going home?"

"We're done here," Jamie said. "But we're not going home. Nova's already filed a flight plan. We're going to Guatemala. We've got enough fuel. Everyone, strap in! We're taking off immediately."

Sonya got in the cockpit with Nova and the tower soon had them taxiing to the main runway and then taking off. "Ok, I'll bite," Helena said when they reached cruising altitude, "what's in Guatemala?"

"Another harvesting clinic," Rose said. "Just like the one back home."

"Son of a bitch," Helena said, in astonishment. "How many of them are there?!"

Rose shrugged. "The one in Guatemala and the one outside of Lagos, so far as we know." Jamie called Rose and Sandra over to him and they all sat around as he drew some wards on a big piece of paper. Helena half listened as they discussed how to ward the auxiliary hydraulic systems. He had spent a lot of moolah on the jet and he didn't like the price tag attached to its maintenance so they were stuffing it full of their magic to stave those off, indefinitely. She had to admit that flying in a warded plane was far safer than flying in the mundane ones. She looked out the window at the Caribbean far below and sighed at the beauty of the sight. It was also far more luxurious.

The Guatemalan clinic yielded no new information, just two dozen corpses of bad guys. They spent the night in a shabby hotel. Helena went out to the balcony and stood next to Jamie. She glanced down and observed the strange ways the locals celebrated Christmas. It looked more like a Monty Python sketch reject to her. Everyone was wearing a funny hat and doing line dancing. She turned to Jamie and noticed that he was gazing off into the distance with unseeing eyes. "What's wrong," she asked, softly. He had been distant and preoccupied ever since he came back from the Nassau spa.

"Nothing," he said. "Everything." He crossed his arms over the top of the railing and leaned down to set his chin upon them. "Sixteen people. They killed sixteen young women in Nassau because I had ended their clinic back home."

"Whoah, whoah, whoah," said Helena. "No one killed anyone because of what you did, Jamie. Those evil fucks killed people every day and they'd continue to kill people if you hadn't arrived on the scene and snuffed them." Jamie kept looking off into the distance. Helena admired the way his ass stuck out and then considered spanking him on it, just to make him see reason. "Sixteen hundred. That's how many people they would have murdered if you hadn't come along. What you did saved lives, not ended them. Plus, you alerted all the proper authorities with regards to this matter! You did everything that any responsible person should have done, and more than that!"

"Tell that to the sixteen dead girls."

Helena began rolling her eyes and inhaled a sharp breath, but then paused. She let it out and grinned sourly. "What is this," she asked. "I know you don't truly think anything as demented as what you just said." She laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Tell me what's wrong, Jamie."

He shook his head. "Go away," he said.

"I'm not going away until you tell me what's wrong."

"I said go away," Jamie shouted and used his power to make her go flying through the open doors of the balcony to land on the sofa. Shock, anger, resentment and despair warred over Helena's features for a moment, before she burst into tears and ran off to one of the bedrooms. He flicked his wrist and the balcony doors slammed shut. He resumed his position and stared out at the night full of dancers. The dead eyes of the four girls, whose corpses he had seen awaiting disposal, haunted him. If he hadn't gone off all gung ho on the first clinic, the four of them, and twelve others like them, would still be alive. They'd be sitting in an embassy in Nassau, right now, drinking tea, or coffee, and talking on the phone with their families. Talking about coming home.

They were dead now. Gone forever. If he hadn't struck at the bad guys, they'd be alive. Nobody would have died. People would get their organs stolen, but they'd live. The clinics only took one lung, one kidney, a section of the liver, which would then regenerate itself in a short while. Dozens would have their lives shortened, but they'd live on for years to come. These young women were just snuffed out in an instant. Because of him. Because he delayed coming to Nassau. 

He should have gone there as soon as he had finished the skin for Nova. He could have just chartered a plane and had the gynoid fly them over there and take care of business. Instead, he wasted time deflowering a girl, then wasted his stored powers on defeating a vampire and then he spent ten more days recharging his power rings.

Sure, he could tell himself he was being prudent and reasonable to want to wait in order to head off into battle with all the weapons he could muster, but he did nothing in Nassau, or here in Guatemala, except follow Nova at a safe distance. Nova simply waltzed into those clinics and did what a gynoid terminator was designed to do. Terminate. It's aim was infallible. It put a single, enchanted bullet through the head of anyone dumb enough to try and aim, or cast at it. Its echolocation system told it of people coming from around the corner. It fired the enchanted rounds from the Saiga that exploded into fireballs which either killed or incapacitated the assailants before they could even draw a bead on Nova. Sure, the girls and he had spent the ten days recharging his rings and also enchanting the rounds for the AK and especially the fireball rounds for the Saiga, but Nova could have snuffed everyone even without those things. Hell, the handguns would have been enough.

If he had gone to Nassau, as soon as he had learned of it, sixteen young women would be alive today. That was all there was to it. Tears slid down his cheeks. His choice. His fault. He buried his face in his hands. He had never even imagined there could be consequences. That was what truly ate away at him. He had never, not even for a moment, thought that something might happen, that someone might suffer because of his actions. He just played at being a Casanova while innocent, young women were being slaughtered. He had thought himself untouchable and infallible. Perfect.

The night was becoming quiet and he entered the suite. The girls were asleep and Nova stood watch, as usual. 

"Jamie," Nova said, "the Lagos clinic has just sent a coded email to the Nassau spa."

"What's in it?"

"The usual," the gynoid said. "Medical records of the latest candidates for organ removal. They will expect an answer by end of business tomorrow."

"Send them a reply, at the appropriate time, that says all the candidates are rejected," he said. "Phrase it like the Frenchie would have. We'll be there to kill them before long."

He went through and descended to the hotel bar. It was closing, so he just tossed a handful of hundred dollar bills on the counter and grabbed the nearest bottle of what looked like nasty stuff. He went back to the balcony and sat down, slowly chugging away at the bottle of burning liquid. He wanted the dead eyes to go away. He could see the last expressions that were etched on the dead girls' faces. Disappointment and sorrow. He needed them to fade away. He drank and drank, until all the nasty stuff in the bottle was gone. He got up and the balcony leaped up to pat him on the back. He snorted a laugh as strong arms separated him and his new buddy, the floor of the balcony. His eyelids grew heavy and he passed out of knowledge.

A sudden jolt awoke Jamie. His ears were clogged up and his eyes bleary. He blinked them repeatedly until he recognized the interior of his jet. He sat up and shook off the sudden wave of nausea. All sound was muted and distorted. He swallowed a few times and his ears popped repeatedly, restoring his hearing. The plane sounded differently. "Where are we," he asked.

"We're in Brazilian airspace," Rose said. She leaned over and locked his seat in an upright position. Jamie relaxed as she poured him a glass of water. He declined the aspirins she offered and drained the glass. "We have a problem with one of the engines. All the fuel lines have failed and we are limping to Belém on two engines." Jamie nodded and closed his eyes. He spent the remainder of the flight drinking water and brooding. As soon as they landed, he sent Rose out to make sure the maintenance personnel fixed their jet quickly and properly. Sonya and Helena remained with the jet, while Jamie, Nova and Sandra moseyed on over to the airport lounge to see what was what.

They were joined by Rose who broke the bad news of their jet needing nearly all day to be repaired. "Damn," Jamie muttered. "I know it's a whole hell of a lot of work, but we really need to step it up and enchant and ward that puppy up!" The girls nodded their assent. Finally, he clapped his hands and nodded his head. "I'm bored as all fuck! Let's go into town and see what's what! Sandra, fetch the wonder twins from the jet while Rose rents us a pair of cars. Nova, anybody recommend anything interesting in Belém online?"

They spent most of the day touring the city and marveling at the strange juxtaposition of old, colonial architecture and new, steel and glass buildings. The place was bustling with people and vibrant and Jamie found himself distracted from the terrible burdens that weighed on his soul. They met friendly young people on the streets who answered their questions and explained the unique customs of their culture. They enjoyed a big lunch in the city. Jamie had the grilled piranha. The afternoon found them in an open air bar. Young people were dancing to a fast beat and many a lad tried to get Jamie's girls to join them on the dance floor, only to be rebuffed.

Jamie sensed a presence and Rose and Sandra immediately pricked up, as well. Nova noticed their microexpressions and the four heavy hitters of the group were instantly ready for battle. The presence kept approaching them slowly. The casters discerned that they were being approached by one caster only. He soon came into view. Helena and Sonya picked up on their tension by now and everyone stared at the large, swarthy man that wore a loud, green shirt and yellow slacks. He smiled and walked right to their table. "Mr. Jordan and beautiful company," he addressed them in heavily accented English, "welcome to Brazil." The man put on a big, wide smile and bowed slightly.




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"Thank you," said Jamie.

"May I," he said, indicating a nearby chair. Before anyone answered, he set the chair at one of their tables and sat down. "Those are very pretty guns. May I hold one in my hand, please?"

Each of them wore a brace of .45 caliber handguns in warded holsters, strapped to their hips. As long as they weren't completely naked, the guns' holsters were enchanted to make them completely unnoticeable. The holsters enchantments didn't work around Nova's magic proof skin so it didn't wear one. If this man could perceive the guns, than he was a very heavy hitter. The girls were close to panicking now, and Jamie gave Nova a stern look he knew it would interpret as a ban on any action. "What do you mean," Jamie asked.

"The Colt .45 M1911A1 pistols you have strapped to your hips," the Brazilian said and extended his hand, palm up, towards Jamie, "may I hold one, please?" Jamie looked deep into the man's eyes and focused all of his attention on his mind. He could sense no malice or aggression. At last, he unbuttoned his holster, drew his sidearm and dropped the magazine. He laid the gun on the man's palm. The man smiled and said, "Ah, yes, that's the stuff. I haven't held one of these in my hand since I was a teenager." He gripped the gun and looked down its sights. Jamie's eyes darted all around the bar. No one noticed a gun being openly handled in their midst. "My great grandfather was a smoking snake." He twirled the gun and worked the safety. "He fought in Italy in the great war and got one of these from an american officer as thank you for saving his life." The man's smile faded as he said, "And now my cousin has inherited it." He muttered a few brazilian curses and then flipped the gun over and handed it back to Jamie.

Jamie took the gun, still surprised that no one noticed it and engaged the safety. He put the magazine back in it and holstered it away. Only then did he perceive the subtle charm magic the man had woven. It was directed at casual observers and made them disregard the man's dealings. Jamie's analysis of the spell was interrupted by the man saying, "I am Luis, I work for the supernatural authorities and I have been sent here to fine you for using charm magic against an innocent bystander."

The girls looked about ready to explode by now and would do so at the slightest hint by Jamie. He was already tired of the kill/ignore relationship he had with Section and he was a bit dumbfounded by the Brazilian's magic, so he decided that he would definitely not instigate any trouble here. If he could walk away from trouble here by paying a fine, he'd pay it. He raised his hands and smiled. "We apologize," he said. "We merely wanted to ensure that-"

"That your jet gets fixed properly and on time," Luis said. He waved his hand dismissively. "We are no longer offended by american arrogance. You Americans think you're the only competent people in the world and that the American Way is the only way. Or the highway, yes?" When nobody reacted to his comment, he said, "Anyway, we have decided to fine you, Ms. Vandergarde, 40.000$ for using charm magic on the airport personnel." Luis then presented them with a paper he drew out of his shirt pocket. It unfolded on its own and projected into the air above it a hologram with Rose's fake name and the names of the technicians she had charmed, the time and location of the charm, and the monetary fine. All of their fake names were listed as accomplices. Jamie was somewhat relieved to see that the Brazilians, for all of their super powers of magical detection and perception, couldn't see past the phony identities they traveled under.

Jamie nodded and Rose said, "I'd be glad to pay the fine immediately. What account number-" She stopped as the hologram projected a rotating seal that featured a burning bird streaking across a night sky with the Sun, setting or rising, in the distance. Next to the seal, an account number appeared. 

Jamie typed on his cellphone under the table and Nova's microphones picked up the noise of thumb against button and it deciphered that he had typed, "novapayit". The gynoid calculated that he had meant for funds to be transferred from Mr. Julius' account to this one and it did so. 

The hologram projected big green letters and Luis smiled. "I am sorry if I scared you," he said, "but you must not use magic on anyone while you are in Brazil. Unless they want you to, of course." He stood up and nodded. "Goodbye!" He left, whistling a low tune. The hologram blinked out of existence and Jamie had Nova read the paper under it. It was an ordinary receipt for cleaning supplies and a candy bar, but in Brazilian.

The girls visibly relaxed as the man walked out of their line of sight. Soon, Jamie, Rose and Sandra couldn't even sense him. "I thought you were going to fucking kill him," Helena said, fanning her face with her hands. "Like you would have done back home."

"Yeah, well, we're not back home, are we," he said. "I don't want to be in trouble with the authorities wherever I go. He came here and slapped us with a fine for using charm magic. Back home, Section sent a shapeshifter to take your mom away for less! Besides, this guy was weird. He could see our guns and then he asks to handle one, but they really believe us to be who we claim to be?"

"Maybe they know about our true identities," Sandra said. "Maybe they just listed the identities we came here under as, like, a matter of legal formality?"

"Or maybe they want us to think we could do anything here and get away with it," Rose said. "It could be a test of our morals."

"Never mind," Jamie said. "While we're here, we'll behave. That's an order. Now, let's, uh, go to this restaurant Nova says is highly recommended and then we'll go back to the airport and see if the jet is finished already. Ok?"

They got up and walked along the city streets to the restaurant. It wasn't very far and their rental cars were parked halfway there, already. Helena walked next to Jamie. After a few minutes, she said, "Are you ready to talk?"

"About what?"

"About your behavior of late. About sending me flying through a door." Jamie scoffed. "What the hell is going on inside that head of yours, Jamie?"

"Nothing," he said. "Let it go."

"Is it nothing, or is there something to let go of? Pick a story and stick with it!"

Jamie wheeled on her and brought her to an abrupt halt. "Want another flying lesson?!" 

Helena looked down and swallowed. "Jamie, I only want," she said.

"I told you to leave me alone!" He stormed off towards their destination, leaving her to blink back her tears. Dinner was a quiet affair. The place was ringing out with raucous laughter from a large party of guests and it gave them an excuse to sit and eat in silence. At the airport, they spent the time until the plane was fixed in three groups. Jamie, Rose and Sandra were talking about their continuing efforts to put as much magic as they can into the flying machine. Nova was instructing Sonya on how to perform the landing at Lagos, and the third group consisted of Helena, standing by the window and blankly looking out at the gathering dusk.

Finally, their jet was fixed, fully fueled and ready to take them to Lagos. They took off and napped on board while Nova flew them to their destination. It was early morning by the time they landed there. They caught all the personnel at the clinic at the same time. Most fought back. Few surrendered and were questioned. They revealed no new information. All were snuffed. The gang was back at the airport in less than three hours.

"What now, Jamie," Sandra asked.

Jamie shrugged. "We have a week before finals," he said. "You girls worked very hard all semester. You deserve to go back home and ace them. Hell, I'll even try and get some passing grades on my own. So let's go home. These fuckers are finished. I'm finished with them. Nova, file a flight plan... File a flight plan for somewhere in Europe. Somewhere fancy, where they have fashion weeks and the like. I'm taking my girls shopping before we go back to the States."

Rose, Sandra and Sonya jumped up and down in delight. They cheered and then peppered Nova with suggestions. Helena stood next to Jamie. "Are you ready to talk now," she asked. Jamie folded his arms across his chest and mutely looked out at the runway. "You've been drinking beer and such since before you were fifteen, Jamie," she shook her head, "but I've never seen you get drunk before the other night." She turned around, pressed up against the glass window and tried to occupy his line of sight. "You haven't touched a single one of us, ever since we left for Nassau. You talked about joining the Mile High club for a week, and you've yet to do it."

"I'll fuck you all as soon as we're airborne," he said flatly and turned away. He walked over to a newsstand and began browsing the various publications. Helena grimaced and shook her head to herself.

Jamie was true to his word. As soon as they reached cruising altitude, he pulled his hard cock out of his pants and reclined his seat. The girls took their turns riding him to a mutual orgasm, thus earning membership for each of them. Rose was still riding him while Helena was catching her breath. She leaned over to Sandra and whispered, "There's something wrong with Jamie."

Sandra glanced at her in alarm and then turned all of her attention to Jamie. "What do you mean?!"

"Shhh," Helena said and pulled her back around, "keep your voice down. I mean that there is something going on inside his head. Something we should stop. He isn't hard on his own, right now, is he? He is using magic to get hard and stay hard. I need you to remove his dog tags and read his mood. Do it now, while Rose's pussy is distracting him."

Sandra gave her an offended look and then leaned over to Jamie's seat. She paused while Rose shrieked out her orgasm, and then said, "Jamie, Helena just asked me to remove your jewelry."

Jamie grunted as he emptied his balls into Rose's shuddering pussy. They enjoyed their mutual orgasm until it faded away. His dick got soft and Rose got up to sit down in her own seat. She started to probe her pussy with her fingers and fed herself the juices and cum she found there. "Thank you," Jamie said to Sandra and waved her off. 

She sat back in her seat and fastened her seatbelt. Off Helena's offended look, she shrugged and said, "What? Man ordered not to remove the dog tags." A brief silence descended on the occupants of the plane. It was interrupted by Rose peering over Sonya's seat and commenting on the pretty outfits in the fashion magazine she was browsing. Soon, the girls were deep in talking about the threads they were going to buy. Helena noted with displeasure that Jamie wasn't annoyed by their chatter.

Bellini ran out of the spa, slapping himself wildly, as if he was trying to extinguish flames on his clothing. He stopped at the sidewalk and cocked his head this way and that. He seemed to listen intently at something. His mother trotted out of the building after him, going as fast as her stubby legs could carry her. He suddenly started to merrily skip down the road, whistling a tune and waving his arms in the air as if he was conducting an invisible orchestra.

Sven and M'bata exited the spa, replacing the police tape over the door. "What do you think," Sven asked.

"I think we're in trouble," M'bata said. "The m.o. doesn't match the first attack in the U.S. Here, they used fireballs instead of swords. And you said you could definitely feel residual enchantments on the bullets the medical examiner dug out?" Sven nodded, solemnly. "One shot, right in the forehead, with an enchanted bullet. You can't magically propel an enchanted bullet. I don't know how they managed to shoot everyone right in the head like that. Nobody was holding still for execution. Everyone died on their feet, fighting. This is troubling. Very troubling. This gang that's trying to push us out must have access to some special ops soldiers."

Sven cursed in Swedish and M'bata turned to him. He held up his tablet. "The papers in Guatemala just broke the news. Our collection clinic there has been eradicated."

M'bata sighed in displeasure. "Still nobody answering the phone in Lagos?"

Sven shook his head no. "I checked with them yesterday and they said they had doubled up on their security. I even had to authorize funds for the extra mercenaries."

"Damn it," muttered M'bata.

"Well, at least we know for a fact that neither Khaled or Ivan were questioned," Sven said and glanced at the retreating bulk of Mamma Bellini. "They died fighting. Our organization is safe. There's no way for these people to find our other clinics."

"Safe," M'bata asked, incredulous. "We have just been shown to be vulnerable, Sven. We are not safe. There is blood in the water and soon, the sharks will smell it and come to feast. If we want our business to proceed, we must find those that did this and make them suffer terribly before we finish them. We must send a message that we are not to be trifled with. Everyone must go back to fearing us, or else our whole operation, every aspect of our business, will come tumbling down." He sighed heavily. "I thought our entire operation safe. I thought our U.S. clinic would be the last place anybody would ever find out about. 

"The Americans don't use readers, they use just The Suit. I was sure that place would be the last one standing, if anything ever went wrong. And it was the first one hit. The same way they found these four places, they will find the rest, mark my words!" M'bata shook his head. "None of this makes sense. Why did they wait to hit this place? They found the jewelry and left it all. Why didn't they keep the doctor? Bellini read that he was the only one interrogated and they snapped his neck. If this gang wants to replace our operation, then why kill the cash cow?"

"Maybe they already have their own clinics in place and just want to take out the competition," Sven offered.

"That is the most likely theory," M'bata said, nodding. He screwed up his features in a grimace of displeasure. "Everyone that matters can tell by now that we are hit hard. The time for discretion is over. Send word to every reader, psychic, seer and clairvoyant we've ever heard of, regardless of our relationship with them. Tell them all that we are paying big money for any and all info on this new organization, particularly their own clinics."

"M'bata," Sven said, "that means admitting that we are in the dark about-"

M'bata seized his tablet and held it up in front of his face. "This is admission! This already says to everyone that we are hit and helpless! Everyone is thinking if we are ripe for the taking! They ask themselves when to strike and where. The time for appearances is over! We are long overdue to strike back and strike fear into the hearts of all those that would take what is ours!" M'bata took a calming breath and let it out slowly. "There must be someone, somewhere, who knows about this new organization and is willing to give information for money." He threw the tablet in the air and disintegrated it with a spell and a raging snarl.

Sven put his hand on M'bata's shoulder. "I'll clear the funds with the head office and spread the word about the bounty."

"Thank you," M'bata said, after he calmed down. "Anyway, on to Lagos! I want to investigate a fresh crime scene. You can go back home to your family. I doubt there's anything new to be found in Lagos or Guatemala, but I must go and do my due diligence. You can go home."

Sven snorted in response. "Visit my family, at a time like this? Head office might decide my family is too big of a distraction, so no thanks. I'll settle for Skype! I'm coming with you. I just have to go collect the Bellinis, first. You take the car and go to the airport, make our traveling arrangements. We'll meet you there."

"All right," M'bata said. "Oh, and give Saga and the girls my love when you do Skype."

Hidden on a tree in the distance, a camera with a high powered lens followed the car as it drove off. Agent Cassandra Ainsworth of the Commonwealth Supernatural Security Service operated the camera remotely from a sailboat in the marina. She dialed a number on her satellite phone and patiently waited for an answer. She spoke the security password, when prompted, and waited for her handler to pick up. "Sir," she said, "It's Ainsworth."

"Ah, Cassie, good to hear from you," he said.

"I have an update on the situation," she said. "They sent Sven Magnusson and M'bata Jonathan to investigate the assault. They were in the presence of an elderly lady and a young man, I'm still working to identify them. Anyway, I've successfully read their lips. They're going to Lagos to investigate an attack on their facility there. I also read them mentioning Guatemala. They gesticulated wildly and obscured their mouths often, but the rest of what they said seemed like just frustration at being attacked."

Her handler was silent for a moment and then said, "Good work, Cassie. Pack it up and return to base."

"Sir?"

"The courier isn't going to come, now is he? And these two are not going to come back there, either. Your job was to sit on the site and spot any arrivals and you did excellent work. You have nothing more to do. Come home."

"Sir," she said, "I've passed my field training and I can follow-"

"You are to do no such thing," her handler said, firmly. "M'bata Jonathan has killed half a dozen of our agents already and you are not, repeat, not to follow him! Your orders are to come home. This mission is over. Am I understood?"

"Yes, sir," she said.

"Good." Her handler ended the call and she sat mutely at her desk. She ran a hand through her long, straight, blonde hair and idly began to twirl a lock of it. She toyed with the idea of following the bad guys, in spite of orders and the danger, but common sense prevailed, in the end. Finally, she started to square away all of her gear. She had originally been there with a group of agents and their mission was to observe the clinic in order to determine all of its connections. A group of young people waltzed in and destroyed it, sending her comrades home and leaving her to gaze at the crime scene for hours on end. She finished packing in short order and then huffed. They had better give her an exciting assignment when she came home. She was only twenty two and she found most of her assignments dreary.

The sound of music came to her ears. A throbbing beat, followed by feminine shouts of joy. She stood on the tips of her toes and gazed out the porthole. There was a party on one of the other boats. She grinned and stripped down to her bikini. She had spent too much time just sitting there and watching a camera feed. It was time to go get herself some strange.

Jamie came out of his final and started to make his way across the quad, towards the parking lot. Seemingly every student of the University was there at that moment. He was reasonably sure that he would get a passing final grade in this subject, but the rest of his finals were in dire peril. He had trouble studying. Whatever he did, the dead eyes of those girls haunted him. His concentration always faltered and allowed his mind to wander to the matter of the dead girls. He was even toying with the idea of finding their families and going to see them, maybe bring some closure to them. Then he faced the fact that he had absolutely nothing to tell them. How could he ever express the sorrow and regret he was feeling? Searching his heart, he felt that he could not find the courage to face a grief stricken mother and tell her he could have saved her daughter, but hadn't bothered to think of it.

He tilted his head this way and that, rubbing his neck. He let out a great, frustrated sigh. He wasn't sleeping very well, of late. He couldn't wrap his head around what the casters in Nassau did. When he killed people, he killed them because they were evil fucks that had every intention of snuffing more innocent people. He couldn't picture even the slightest bit of what must have been going through those casters' minds to allow them to just snuff out those girls. "Fucking evil fucks," he thought to himself. The only thing that kept him going was the fact that he had eradicated them. Sure, there were some fat cats that had ordered the whole thing and they were still out there, somewhere, but Jamie had no way of finding them. Nova could find no trace of them online, not even the slightest of clues. 




A-Cup Angst Ch. 07



He forced himself to turn his attention back to the subject of his education. Since he was going to probably fail half his finals, he was going to need to get two more credits next semester. He had no idea how he was going to do that if he couldn't banish those dead eyes from his mind. Even the new car he had bought for himself didn't exorcise them. Jamie grinned as the Pagani Huayra came into view. Sitting in the driver's seat of that car was just like a childhood dream come true, for the first few minutes. Then his head was filled with wondering what the dreams of those girls had been, and the transparent gearshift casing suddenly lost its appeal. The expensive toy became just a warded car with panels that tilted to make downforce at speed.

Jamie's musings were cut short when his Jedi senses told him of imminent danger. It had come on very suddenly, and he realized he had stepped into an enchanted bubble of space. A strong stunning charm battered at the barriers of his mind at the very same instant. Four of Jamie's stored spirits dissipated the potent stunning spell, and four more went off to remove the illusion charm that covered the space bubble. Fifteen Section casters stood around him, shocked into inaction. In half a heartbeat, he had dispelled their meticulous preparations and not only shrugged off the unbeatable stunning spell, but also exposed them to the throngs of students that were shuffling around them.

He sensed their confusion and rising fear. His stored spirits had cut the rug out from under them. His lips curved into a lopsided grin. The casters looked to one another, utterly unsure of how to proceed, but each standing on guard. Their gazes settled on a very large, middle aged man. He ran his fingers over the bare skin on the top of his head. Jamie recognized it as a sort of nervous tick. His tongue darted out of his gray beard to wet his lips. "Mr. Jacobs," he said, his voice very deep, "we are Section operatives, here to place you under arrest. Come with us quietly." His eyes involuntarily darted at the hundreds of students that were glancing their way.

If there was any magic cast there and then, all those students would see it and record it on their cell phones. Even if Section could pull all that footage offline and wipe everyone's short term memory, they'd still be stuck with coming up with a good explanation as to why a few hundred healthy young people suddenly couldn't remember the last two days of their lives. Which would be especially suspicious as it was during finals. 

He had two stored power spirits and his own power. He counted fifteen casters surrounding him. If they made a move, they had him dead to rights. Jamie smirked. He could sense their reluctance and nearly laughed out loud at it. All they had to do was recast their stunning charm and off to dreamland he would go. But they didn't know that. If he played his position strong, he could intimidate them into scurrying off, he felt certain of it. "How's about you guys fuck off," he said. "Quietly."

The bald man got over his shock and glared at Jamie. "You are under arrest for multiple counts of murder," he hissed. "You're coming with us, one way or another."

Jamie folded his arms across his chest and threw his head back. "Let's go with the other."

"If you don't come with us, right now, and stand trial, then we are authorized to use lethal force against you!"

Jamie sensed the tension seeping out of the casters. They weren't going to fight or cast any more today, and they all relaxed. That didn't make much sense to Jamie, as he had just been threatened with a summary execution. He threw his magical senses wide open.

"Last chance," said the bald man.

Then Jamie felt it. Five sharpshooters on surrounding rooftops were aiming at him. Their rifles had enchanted rounds, no doubt. Big plants nearby had gravel covering the dirt in their pots. Jamie sent a stored spirit into the closest heap. He glanced at the casters surrounding him. "Screw you guys," he said, "I'm going home!"

"So be it," said the bald man, darkly. Pebbles went flying from the pot and intercepted the bullets in mid-air, striking them with enough speed and power to make them change direction and miss Jamie. One of them struck the ground right next to a girl that was reading on a bench. She had headphones on her ears and did not notice how close to death she came. The bald man gave a signal and the shooting stopped. Students were noticing the sparks and dust clouds hovering in the air where the bullets collided with the pebbles. A series of muted gunshots rang out in the air above the quad, causing more than a few heads to turn upwards and wonder what that sound was.

Now Jamie felt pure panic emanating from the casters. Each was trying to discreetly buff their own protective wards. He sensed their intentions. They waited for someone to cast against him and turn themselves into a target, so they could make a run for it. He shook his head to himself. Section operatives were craven cowards. Having already sensed their moods, Jamie found putting himself into their shoes easy. They were afraid of him. He had stormed into The Suit's house and took out their best in a heartbeat. He had defeated a warlock that was sending their whole organization into a blind panic. He had enslaved a fresh vampire and now he had just walked blindly into their trap, only for it to vanish. "Hell," thought Jamie, "If I was them, I'd shit myself, too."

He sighed and said, "Ok, guys, pack your shit, leave the campus and no one gets hurt. And you better be quick about it, cause when my girlfriends hear what you've tried to do here, today..." Jamie shook his head. "I wouldn't want to be you. They can be somewhat protective of me. Violently so. Bye now!" He turned away and resumed walking to his car. Only their blank, scared stares followed him.

He drove off without a problem. As soon as he turned the corner, he turned his cell phone back on and called Nova's number. The gynoid instantly answered and he said, "Nova, the girls are in danger. Start running security protocol and go to the campus to guard them. From now on, stay patched into our cellphones' microphones at all times. We are dealing with five or more shooters, with enchanted bullets, and at least fifteen casters on campus."

"Yes, Jamie," said the gynoid, "understood!"

Jamie drove a few circles around town, to make utterly sure he wasn't followed, and then steered the car to Bastion. He came in and sat down heavily on the sofa. He double checked his surveillance of their families back home. All were accounted for. He sat back and wondered what was going through The Suit's mind and why did it come after him. The "multiple counts of murder" must mean the scum at the collection clinic that he had eradicated. He regretted not having sent the info of their organization to The Suit by anonymous means, but he had felt at the time that attaching his name to the tip off would give it credibility. He had expected Section to deal with the Nassau bad guys. Why didn't they? Jurisdiction issues? And why did The Suit send people to arrest or execute him? He had only given them the information. Were they really so trigger happy as to kill every informant that turned to them?

Jamie closed his eyes and groaned as he remembered drinking water at the clinic, while he was interrogating the tiny, scared, evil woman. He had left his fingerprints and DNA at the crime scene. No fucking wonder The Suit sent people after him. Still, Jamie felt it was being very hypocritical. He had only done what The Suit and Section would have certainly done as well. He gave himself a slap on the face as he resolved to only pass information to Section anonymously in the future. Unless there was a sizable bounty involved. The Suit already thought of Jamie as public enemy number one, apparently, and a few tip offs aren't going to change that.

"What am I going to do about you," Jamie said to himself, out loud, as he gazed at The Suit's email address.

Mara grunted as she hauled her large, wheeled suitcase up the stairs of her dormitory. She had no intention of using magic to lighten her load, as students were crowding the staircase, running up and down. Finals were here and everyone had studying to catch up on. Mara shook her head at seeing the near panicky expressions on the faces whooshing past her. She had just spent the holidays with her mom and she did her studying there, while her mom had been at work. The homey atmosphere allowed her to completely immerse herself in the subject matter. She had her first final later today and she was more than ready for it.

When she finally got off the staircase and away from the pushing of her fellow students, she breathed a sigh of relief. Her relief was short lived, however, as the otter started to appear in brief flashes, in the corners of her vision. She rolled her eyes and proceeded down the hall to her room. Jamie and his girls had saved her life and taken her to their secret house, somewhere in the city. They fucked her brains out that night and more so the following morning. Then they drove her back to the campus, leaving her with only a vague notion in which direction their secret base was, and told her to stay away from them. She insisted that she had to stay with them, but they gave her the cold shoulder, telling her it was for her own good. The first magic wielders she had ever met in her life and they seemingly wanted nothing to do with her.

The otter then revealed a truly remarkable talent for passive aggressive behavior as it snarked and snipped at Mara's inability to get into position to one day repay her life debt. Mara kept hounding the gang each day at classes, but they'd give her the slip once they got in their fancy cars. Then came Christmas and they vanished until finals, just as they had said they would. Mara was left with no way to find or follow them, so she went back to her mom. She did a consecration ritual that pinned the otter's attentions to her dorm room in the hopes that it would leave her alone until after she had had a nice Christmas vacation with her mom. She had missed her so. They sang carols, baked cookies and danced to cheesy music while decorating the tree. Her mother was ecstatic when Mara decided to extend her stay until today. The otter kept flashing in Mara's vision, and she closed her eyes. The otter called her name urgently and Mara blinked in surprise. It had never before been able to reach her while she was awake.

She unlocked the door, opened it, and immediately fell asleep. Her body remained standing. "Do we call The Suit and tell it we've got her," asked one of the younger Section operatives.

"No," said the bald, bearded man. "We stay quiet until we deliver her there, in person. Come on! Get her luggage as well!"

A gentle hand roused Jamie from his sleep. He made a questioning noise in the back of his throat. Nova whispered in his ear, "The Suit has just sent you an email saying that his operatives have arrested Mara-" Jamie jumped out of bed, alert and alarmed. Nova continued saying, "for illegal use of a paralyzing charm and that she is to be tried as our accomplice in the attack on the clinic. It wants you to come alone and surrender peacefully in return for a reduced sentence for Mara."

Jamie got dressed and ran a hand through his hair. "Send him this reply," he said. "Ms. O'Donnell will be free by the time dawn breaks. This will be done with your cooperation, or despite your resistance. Yours, angrily, Jamie Jacobs. No, change it to homicidally furious." Nova nodded and sent the email. 

He glanced at his two rings. He had only one spirit attached to each of them. Plus, he was still exhausted from storing the second one, just hours ago. "Well," he said, "I guess we'll see just how dangerous you really are. Pack our weapons, gear and all the ammo we've got. But do it quietly. Let's leave the girls asleep. Send them a message saying where we've gone and why."

"Jamie," the gynoid said, "tactically, it makes more sense to bring the girls with us to D.C. Sonya is an expert markswoman and Rose and Sandra are both superior combat casters. Even Helena can be of use, laying down lines of suppressive fire."

"No," Jamie said, after a brief consideration, "I don't want them to see me like this." Nova nodded and gathered their weapons and ammunition. It loaded up the Subaru and Jamie sat in the Pagani. They tore down the interstate, passing sleepy trucks and speed limits, and came to D.C. before dawn. Jamie parked down the street from The Suit's house. He held his phone to his ear. "What do you see?"

"Four pairs of casters," it said through his phone. "One pair is on the roof, another is across the street, one is in each of the houses next to The Suit's." Jamie's eyes followed Nova's verbal guidance, but saw no one in any of the locations it described. They must be hidden under some very heavy wards and illusions. He only felt their presence once Nova had said they were there. Nova, having cameras that are immune to magic, saw through every illusion and ward like it wasn't even there in the first place.

"Saiga, water rounds," Jamie ordered.

Nova exited the Subaru and loaded a box magazine of enchanted water rounds into the Saiga. A Kalash was strapped across its back and it was bristling with spare mags. It worked the action to chamber a round and then ran down the street with superhuman speed. Eight shots rang softly out in the night, followed by eight casters doubling over in agony. In the few seconds it took the gynoid to come to the front door, a caster had managed to get back to his feet. Nova gave him another shot to the chest and he collapsed. Two more casters came running from around the back of the townhouse and were met by a water round to the chest each. The shock of getting shot, despite their magical shielding and invisibility, rendered them unconscious.

Jamie got out of his car and ran crouched towards the townhouse. He could sense no immediate danger, but he was still on guard. Nova changed magazines at the front door, and used the pause to let its echolocation sonar paint a picture of the inside of the house. It determined that six people were standing inside of the front hallway, but it could not "see" beyond that with the front door closed shut. It kicked in the door, donkey style, from behind the jamb. Enchanted rounds peppered the doorway, along with magical spells that threatened to bring down the entire structure. Nova stuck the barrel of the Saiga through the door and shot each of the six defenders with a water round to the head.

Jamie reached the doorway and sensed a whole host of perverse enchantments and traps covering it. They were designed to catch and incapacitate anyone stupid enough to try to gain entry. Nova went in and all the magics scrambled as a physical object moved through their field of effect. The spells reverted to their backup mode and coalesced into a terrible ray of destruction that targeted the intruder in order to annihilate it. Nova's skin shrugged it off, like any other magic. Jamie marveled at his creation and at the horrendously cunning wards. There had been no way anyone could have entered the house without express permission from The Suit. They'd be either incapacitated or disintegrated.

The gynoid's sonar told it of two persons hiding behind the corner of the landing and another in the back hallway. The gynoid changed magazine on the Saiga and fired a fireball round to just opposite those corners. The people crouching in wait stumbled out in the open, stunned by the blasts. Nova changed the magazine again and shot them with water rounds, bringing them down.

Nova walked around the downstairs. Then it ran up the stairs and took two left turns. Jamie followed, noting they weren't going to The Suit's office. Nova kicked open a door, donkey style. It poked the barrel of the shotgun inside and fired. Jamie heard a pained yelp from inside and a thump. He followed Nova into the room and saw Mara tied to a chair. She was gagged and he noted, in the light of the bedside lamp, tears streaking down her cheeks. The Suit stood by the bed, its arms folded across its chest. A woman lay softly yelping on the floor behind the chair.

"Mr. Jacobs," spoke The Suit in a weary voice, "what an unpleasant surprise."

"Didn't you get my email," Jamie asked with a smirk. Nova freed Mara from the chair and the brunette ripped the gag from her mouth and jumped into Jamie's embrace.

"You are interfering with the course of justice," The Suit said.

"Fuck you and whatever passes for justice in your sick, fucking head, you piece of aborted mulch," Jamie hissed with venom. He took a long look at Mara's wet, blue eyes. His senses told him the girl was unhurt and uncursed. She was just frightened from the kidnapping. He hugged her tight again and addressed The Suit. "If you had hurt Mara, I would have crippled all of your operatives. I told you once that I'd drown you in their blood. That offer still stands. Fuck with me and mine some more and you will see just how out of your motherfucking league you are." The Suit said nothing. "I don't care who you send after me and what pets they bring along with them. I snuffed Eric Johansson and I'll snuff everyone and everything that you send after us. Do I make myself clear? Do you need another demonstration, you retarded asshat?"

"No," said The Suit.

Jamie hugged Mara tighter and led her out of the house. "Remember," he said over his shoulder, "touch our families and you all die weeping." They left the house, Nova staring down any caster that was strong enough to stand. They were all beyond stunned that they had made it into the house, so they just watched them leave, nursing their growing bruises.

"That's my luggage," said Mara, pointing at the large, wheeled case in the parlor. Nova picked it up and carried it to the boot of the Subaru.

Jamie got in his Pagani and Mara sat next to him. She was too tired to admire the impressive vehicle. She yawned. "I haven't slept since I left my mom's place."

"Did you have a nice visit," Jamie asked.

"Mmm-hmm," she nodded. "Just like old times." The tension of the long night in the chair had left her and the strumming of the engine relaxed her as Jamie drove them out of D.C., Nova following in the Subaru. "I missed my final today," she mumbled before falling asleep.

Half an hour out of D.C., Jamie parked at a service station. Mara was asleep and he waved Nova over. "Did you see The Suit? Its face?" Nova nodded. He suppressed his exclamation of glee and gestured to his cellphone. "Show me!" Nova transmitted the footage of the older man, wearing pajamas and standing by the bed. Jamie looked long and hard at the man's face before he started cackling. He led Nova away from the cars, lest he wake up Mara. He was so excited. Probably nobody had ever seen the face of a person serving as The Suit before, and now he knew that The Suit was actually...

Jamie's brow bunched up. Nova had just showed him who The Suit was, but he forgot. He looked down at his phone and saw the old man. His hair was more gray than brown. His nose was slightly crooked and his chin was cleft. He had jowls. Jamie shook his head. "This fucking grandpa is running the show," he thought to himself. He looked to the gynoid and said, "Nova, can you ID this..." He again realized he forgot who The Suit was. He looked down and saw his face again. "...This man?"

"Yes, Jamie, I already have," the gynoid said. 

Jamie found that he could remember the man's face only as long as he was staring at it. As soon as he looked up at Nova, he only remembered that he had seen The Suit's face, but he had no idea what it looked like. He kept staring at the face of his nemesis. He counted the wrinkles around his eyes and employed mnemonic devices to memorize the man's face. Without looking away, he told Nova, "Tell me who he is!"




A-Cup Angst Ch. 07



"His name is Martin Harris," Nova said. "He was born on May twenty ninth-"

"Wait, what's his name," Jamie interrupted.

"Martin Harris."

"Who's that," Jamie asked.

"The Suit," Nova said, indicating the image on Jamie's cellphone.

"Ahhh," Jamie sighed happily. "So this is the fucker that's been hounding us. What's his name?"

Nova's consulted the special communications protocols Jamie had personally programmed and said, "The Silence from Doctor Who."

Jamie stared at the gynoid with an open mouth. "No," he said, shaking his head. "But you saw it! You showed it to me!" He looked down at the tiny screen in his hand and saw that The Suit was an older man. "Fuck!" He remembered the Doctor Who villains in question. Everyone forgot all about them as soon as they looked away from them. It seemed that The Suit's enchantments were truly an insurmountable obstacle. As long as Jamie was looking at the man's photo, he could hold it in his mind. 

Nova made a caption reading "Martin Harris" appear on the photo and Jamie saw his enemy and knew his name. As soon as he looked away, he forgot it. He could only remember that Nova had shown him the face and told him the name. The face and the name he couldn't remember.

Jamie went and bought breakfast for himself and Mara. He sat at an outside table and Nova showed him, on his laptop, the entire footage of their brief exchange in the spare bedroom. He could plainly see on Harris' face that he had indeed sent Eric Johansson after them last year. Jamie had just tossed that off to show off how dangerous he was. Now that he knew Harris had already gone after them with lethal force, he was beginning to contemplate a way to snuff the old shit.

He ordered Nova to tell him all about Harris' old life, in order for them to find some pressure point. Much to his frustration, the details of Harris' life evaporated from his mind, even more readily than his actual identity did. Nova resorted to keeping all the relevant information on the screen at all times and only then did Jamie get the whole picture of Harris' history. Of course, every time Jamie unfocused his eyes for some introspection, all the info was again forgotten. After some mental calisthenics and a lot of discipline, Jamie had formulated a plan of action.

Nova patched, untraceably of course, into the cellphone of Martin Harris' youngest child, a girl of seventeen that lived in Santa Barbara with the rest of his family. It listened to her voice and learned to mimic it perfectly. Jamie then had it call Harris, through her phone line, and pretend to be his daughter. For the duration of the phone call, Jamie was staring at his laptop screen where the relevant information was written. The call was immediately routed to The Suit.

"Hi, Daddy, it's Marcie," Nova chirped.

A short pause followed and then Nova spoke to Jamie in Harris' voice, "Um, no Ms. Harris, I am not your father. I had the privilege of serving with him-"

At Jamie's cue, the gynoid said, "Oh, Daddy, stop being silly. This nice man told me everything about how you abandoned us, but he says I'll forget in a second and that makes me so sad."

"Who? What? Who said that to you," sputtered Harris.

"Here he is, Daddy, hold on," said Nova to Harris, using his daughter's voice.

"Hello, Martin," Jamie said. Nova's microphones recorded his voice and transmitted it through Marcie's cellphone to the speaker next to Harris' ear.

In D.C., Martin Harris' legs failed in pure shock and he fell to the floor. He held on to the cellphone and said, "If you hurt her..."

"What? What will you do? Why are you so quiet, Martin? Are things different now that it's your family on the line?"

"Now, you listen to me, you little punk!"

"Are you seriously going to take that tone of voice with me," Jamie said. "Are you seriously going to antagonize me at this time?"

A pause was heard on the line and then Harris said, "What do you want?"

"I want to give you some perspective. This is how I felt when my family was torn apart by you and your flunkies. No. Wait. It was actually much, much worse than this since your flunkies actually did tear my family apart and you did it all by abusing the system and leaving me with no legal recourse!" Jamie took a breath to calm down. "I told you already that I will never, ever submit myself to your brand of justice. That goes double for my coven. I'm telling you now, that you are fucking with the wrong motherfuckers, bitch. If you come at me or mine, ever again, in any way, I promise you! Do you hear me? I swear to you!"

Harris' hands shook as he shut his eyes in rage and denial.

"I will never, ever come after your family," Jamie said, calmly. 

Harris blinked back his tears and said, "What?! What do you mean?"

"I am not a monster. Hell, I'm not even a bad guy. None of us are. As long as you don't touch our families, we won't give off even the slightest hint that we know about yours. Also, I wanted to say that it's a sad state of affairs when private citizens need to swear bloody retribution against the nation's leading guardian of law and order just so their families could be free from being set up for a major felony, or worse. That's very sad and I think we have to agree that it's all your fault."

Harris sat up in his office and sniffed. "Yes! Yes, I agree!"

"Oh, good, I see you're in an agreeable mood," Jamie said. "Here's something else we can agree on! All the killings that were done in that clinic, the ones you're hounding me for? You were going to do the exact same thing, weren't you?"

"Yes."

"Well, there you go! If you were going to do the same, then there's no call for warrants to be out on me, now is there? As a matter of fact, I think you should pay me a big, fat bounty for that!"

"All right," Martin said.

"Also, Mara O'Donnell got a hundred percent on her final yesterday. Understand?"

"Yes, I'll make it so."

"Good," Jamie said. "It sounds like you've got a busy day ahead of you, so I'll leave you to it. There's just one thing I need to know."

"What's that," Harris asked.

"Why aren't you doing anything about the clinic I tipped you off about? The one in Nassau where the organs were going to?"

"It's out of my jurisdiction," Harris said. "It's under the jurisdiction of the Commonwealth Supernatural Security Service."

"And did you tell them about the clinic," Jamie asked.

"I passed the information on, yes," said Martin.

Jamie thought back on the dead girls and he shut his eyes to concentrate. As soon as he did, he forgot The Suit's identity and opened his eyes back again. He could still remember the salient points of their conversation, but he was feeling very distracted so he gestured and Nova severed the phone call. He read The Suit's identity on the screen and said, "Nova, do a stress analysis of Harris' voice. Was he telling the truth about Nassau?"

"I am ninety one percent certain that he did tell the truth about Nassau," the gynoid said.

"Fuck," exclaimed Jamie. He stood up and shoved the remains of his breakfast off the table. "Then why didn't they do anything about it!" He paced left and right and got control of himself quickly as he saw that people were looking his way. "The rest of what it said?"

"Less than twenty percent chance of falsehood," Nova said. Well, at least there was that. He looked over to the Pagani and saw that his tirade had woken Mara up. He went to the car and opened the door.

"Morning, sweetie," he said. "Hungry?" Mara nodded. "There's breakfast over there. Wanna stretch, first?"

"Nah," she said. "Where are we?"

"Just outside of D.C.," he said. "I'm gonna drive us back to campus. We should be there before noon. You need to use the restroom?" Mara nodded and he pointed her in the right direction. "It's just around back." She left for the facilities and Jamie said to Nova, "Wait in the Subaru."

When Mara came back from the toilet, she sat down at the outdoor table and started on her breakfast. Jamie sat with her and they chatted. She told him of the little traditions she has with her mother and he told her of the extravagant shopping trip he took his girls on in Paris. He didn't tell her of their visits to the three other capital cities, or the massacres his terminator did there. Nova sat watch in the Subaru.

"Okay, I'm hearing a lot about what the girls did, but I'm not hearing about what you did, besides picking up the check," Mara said.

"Well, I, uh," Jamie said, "I went sightseeing."

"Sightseeing?"

"Yeah, sightseeing," he said. "You know, when in Rome, first find out what the Romans do, then decide if you'll do as they do."

Mara laughed at his proverb and asked, "And what do the Parisians do?"

"Well, uh, lots of stuff."

"Like what," Mara pressed. "Tell me something you've learned about Paris while you were there!"

"I learned why they don't have skyscrapers in Paris," Jamie said. "Turns out the whole city is built above a network of abandoned mines and catacombs. If they tried to build big, heavy buildings, the whole place would come crashing down."

"That's it," she asked. "That's what you've learned from your visit to the world's capital of fashion and culture and gastronomy? A lesson in digging foundations?"

Jamie laughed and shrugged. "Hey, I'm a dirt lovin' kind of guy!" Mara laughed with him. "No, but seriously, I spent half my time watching these really weird, european, art movies. They've got cinemas all over Paris." He told her of some of the movies he had seen and she smirked at him with a raised eyebrow. She finished her breakfast and they stood up to leave.

Mara whistled in appreciation. "This is your ride," she asked. Jamie just nodded and opened the door for her. She sat in the Pagani with slack jawed awe. This was even better than the Ferrari he had driven her in on the night she had given him her cherry. She squealed with delight as Jamie floored it on the highway. After about an hour of driving, he slowed down and let the Subaru catch up. Mara was looking at him expectantly. "Well? Are you going to tell me why I've been kidnapped by the law?"

"Ah," Jamie said and sighed. "That's a long story."

"We've got time," she said, gesturing out the windscreen.

"Well, uh, it all started..." Jamie said and trailed off. There was no way he was going to tell Mara the truth about the relationship he had with his girls. He decided to tell her the bare minimum. "I, um, I found out about this clinic on the west side of town and I investigated it and I found out they stole healthy people's organs and shipped them off to be implanted into rich people." Mara's eyes went wide. "I kinda, lost my composure and, um, sort of massacred all the evildoers there. Section is sort of angry I took justice into my own hands and, um... It's all sorted out now, I promise! No one is going to come to your door to kidnap you again."

Mara sat there and watched Jamie in awe. He had rescued her from certain death at the vampire's hands and he had also undone a great, insidious evil. The same one the great spirits of her people had charged her with exposing. Her heart beat faster as she looked him over. She had never met a boy that was so brave and strong. Not at their age, anyway. She found herself wanting him as much as she did when he deflowered her. Jamie paid attention to the road ahead so she slowly snaked a hand over to his lap. He jumped slightly as her fingers walked over his hip to his zipper. "What, what are you doing," he asked. She just smiled and started to slowly tug his zipper open. "I'm driving!"

She shushed at him and finished undoing his zipper. Her fingers slid into his underwear, causing him to shift his position in his seat. The car swerved a bit, but Jamie kept control. She pulled his limp dick out and started to tease it with light touches of her fingertips. Jamie started to get hard fast. She encircled his shaft as much as she could and then she pumped him to full mast. He groaned and kept a tight grip on the wheel with both hands.

Mara then thought back to the night when Julie had told her of how she gave her boyfriend a handjob in the car, followed by head. She smiled a wicked smile and let her red tongue lick the palm of her hand, again and again. Jamie took the chance to change gear and kept stealing glances at her licking. He was about to ask her what she was doing, as his cock was woefully bereft of her attention, when she put her wet hand over it again. She resumed her slow stroking and Jamie relaxed in his seat.

He groaned and fought to keep his eyes open as she ran her fingers over every part of his dick. For minutes she stroked him, loosening her grip on the upstroke and tightening it on the way down. Jamie was starting to feel quite frustrated. Her hand kept him rock hard with its touch, but she didn't accelerate her ministrations and he was barely inching towards an orgasm. He groaned impatiently, causing her to let out a small, mischievous laugh. "You know," he said, wanting to cover up his need for an orgasm, "I didn't tell you the most important part of our european holiday."

He told her of how the girls and he joined the Mile High Club. She put her free arm's elbow on the central console and propped her chin on it. She listened intently at his tale and nodded and made appreciative noises. Her hand, however, did not change its maddening ministrations, not one little bit. He let out a frustrated groan. Sweat trickled down Jamie's brow. He had not managed to induce her to finish him off with his little tale. All he did do was get himself even more frustrated.

Just as he was going to put his hand over hers and finish himself off, she leaned over and put her thick lips over his cock. His eyes rolled back in his head as the soft, supple lips pressed down and slowly parted to allow him entry into her mouth. His whole glans went into her hot, wet mouth and he let out a shuddering gasp of pleasure. His right hand flopped down and his fingers splayed in the lush mane of dark hair that was covering his lap. Mara made sure to keep her lips covering her teeth, even as she used them to make a tight seal under his cock head. She applied suction and let her tongue flutter wildly over the very tip of his shaft.

"I'm, I'm gonna, I'm," he tried to say. He managed to keep them on the road and avoid a collision, but he couldn't complete his warning.

Mara understood him and let out an affirmative noise from deep within her throat. Jamie's eyes closed and his whole body shuddered in short, violent jerks as he orgasmed and shot his hot spunk into her mouth. The whole car was behaving erratically as Jamie rhythmically pressed on the pedals and jerked the wheel. After what seemed like a whole eternity of pleasure, a honk disturbed him and he opened his eyes just in time to see the central divider closing in. He straightened the car, even as he spewed the last of himself into her mouth. He looked in the rear view mirror at Nova and nodded gratefully. He sighed in delight and then Mara swallowed his load with his hard cock still in her mouth. His whole body shivered in a most delightful aftershock.

Mara pulled her face off his cock and hooked her dark locks behind her ears. She put him back in his boxers and zipped him up before sitting up straight and fastening her seat belt. "Thank you," Jamie said.

Mara smiled a winning smile at him and said, "You're welcome." The rest of the ride passed in silence. They only exchanged the occasional glance and smile. Mara was trying to think of what to say to get Jamie to let her stay near him. She was coming up with nothing she hadn't already said. They were entering city limits and she was getting desperate. She affected a playful tone of voice and said, "Are we going to your secret base?"

"I'm dropping you off at your dorm room first," he said.

"Cool. I'm all packed and ready to go!"

"Go," he asked. "Go where?"

"Go move in with you guys," she said. Jamie snorted and shook his head. "Why not?! I owe you a life debt!"

"Look, Mara, nothing's changed. We are tangling with some heavy hitters and we are doing so in such a way that even Section is going after us, okay? You hang with us and you are going to be in a lot of danger. I can't have that. Not only could you get hurt, or killed, you could get one of us killed as well. We lead dangerous lives, and that's just not the lifestyle for you."

"I can take care of myself," Mara shouted.

"Yes, you certainly showed your badassitude by getting captured and then needing to be rescued," said Jamie. "Every girl that runs with me needs to be able to kick wholesale ass, all on her ownsome. "He hated being so cruel to the girl, but there was no way he was going to let her into their lives and have her discover the truth about his slaves. He looked her right in the eye and said, as coldly as he could, "You're a great lay, sweetie, but I can't be babysitting a groupie."

Mara's insides twisted up hearing those words. She could scarcely believe them. She loved him. Didn't that mean anything to him? Before she could get over the shock of his words, he parked in one of the campus lots. He got out and walked around to her side of the car. She locked the door and switched over to the driver's seat. She tried to start the car and steal and crash it, just to hurt him back, but the machine refused cooperation. Jamie opened the passenger side door and sat down. "Car's warded against theft, or locking me out of it," he said, matter-of-factly.

Mara let out a snarl of rage and got out of the car. She blinked back her tears and hugged her arms to her sides, to keep out the cold. She ran to her dormitory, desperate to get someplace where she could be alone and have herself a good cry. By the time she got inside her room, her heart and head were as cold as her limbs. She checked and saw that Julie wasn't there. She sat cross legged on her bed and focused. In a matter of a few heartbeats, she found herself in the prairie. A whirlwind of ice spun around her. The otter emerged from the Great River and paused, looking at her in wonder. "Spirit guide," she said, angrily, "teach me combat!"

"What kind of combat, Mara," her guide asked.

Mara's eyes flashed with wrath as she yelled, "Every kind!!"

Jamie sat in the car and watched her run across the quad until she was safe inside of her dormitory. He sat there and looked at her door for some time before he got out to sit behind the wheel. He took his phone out of his pocket and said, "Nova, see to it she gets her luggage. Leave it at her R.A.s room. Let the girl have her privacy." Nova confirmed receiving the order and retrieved the luggage from the trunk. Jamie started the car and drove to Bastion. He felt like shit.

Martin Harris sat in his office and sipped scotch. He finished reviewing the report filed by his L.A. office. He had sent them to Santa Barbara on a wild goose chase whose real intent was to ascertain if his family was alright. They were and Martin allowed himself a single tear of relief. He didn't sacrifice his family life so a rabid, young teen could one day threaten his loved ones. Measures had to be taken. His intercom came on and his assistant said, "Sir, Benjamin Johansson is here to see you." He had sent the three shapeshifters after "Uncle Ben", as his clan had started to call him, as soon as Jacobs had left his house. 

Martin downed the rest of his glass and pressed the intercom button. "Send them in," he said. Lilah Marsh opened the door and held it open wide for the two old shapeshifters who were guiding a blank eyed Benjamin Johansson between them. They finished a spell in his mind and left him there. Lilah closed the door behind herself. 

Ben's eyes regained their focus and he blinked. He looked around and realized where he was. "You do realize this means war, don't you," he said. "You've tossed our clan out of your organization, gotten Eric killed, imprisoned six of our name and now you've taken me. When the rest of the clan learns of my abduction, they'll come after you and you'll come to regret your actions. Profoundly so."




A-Cup Angst Ch. 08



This is the eight chapter in my series. All characters participating in sexual activity or acts of violence are 18 or over.

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Jamie came out of the final and sighed. He had to wait for it to be graded, but it seemed like he was only going to fail one course. He could make it up next semester, but he and the girls had already "talked" things out with the administration office and arranged for themselves to take a gap semester. Hunting down the vampires was going to be a time consuming job. Plus, he suspected that it would be an endless task unless they found out who was behind this epidemic and stopped them.

He buttoned up his coat and walked across the quad. Cyrus had a metric fuckton of ammo for the gatling gun delivered to them. Three sets of bindings had arrived yesterday and Jamie informed the Czechs that he'd need more of them and soon. They promised to deliver them next month. The whole thing was costing him a pretty penny, but he didn't really mind that. It wasn't like he had earned that money, or had to work for it. This evening, he was going to store up power number ten and he and his girls will sleep on the flight to L.A. He let out a long sigh and created a big cloud of steam in front of his face. Moran had sent him all the files Section had on the Syndicate Jamie and his girls had hit. There was no more cause to delay this hunt. He got in his Pagani and drove to Bastion.

Entering his fortress, he was not greeted by his girls. He scowled at the oddity and took off his winter clothing. The ground floor was plainly empty. He ascended the stairs and went looking for them upstairs. They weren't in any of the bedrooms, or offices. Jamie was starting to get worried. His girls had talked about having a wild orgy after they finished with finals and before they went off to hunt vamps. He pulled out his phone and said, "Nova, where are the girls?"

"In the rooftop garden," his A.I. answered.

Jamie hopped up the stairs to the roof and saw a tableau of lust and flesh in the hot tub. Nova was standing in the middle of the tub and Sandra and Helena had the gynoid's hands between their legs. They were both screaming in orgasmic delight. Helena was squirming wildly and clutching at Nova's shoulder, while Sandra was holding still. When Jamie came closer, he saw Rose behind Sandra, plugging her ass with the magical dildo. It was enough to distract any man and Jamie got painfully hard in seconds. 

"Hey, Jamie," huffed Rose. "You've got to try this! Come on!" Having walked closer and to the side, he could now see where the gynoid's hands were. It had four fingers knuckles deep inside the girls and a thumb against their clits. All five digits were vibrating wildly. "You gotta see how this feels."

Jamie took off his suit and kicked off his shoes, bracing himself against the cold. He got naked and stepped into the tub. The contrast of the freezing air and boiling water made him wince. He stepped behind Helena and she wrapped her arms around his neck. She twisted her face around for a quick peck and then whispered, "Fuck me, stud!"

Jamie groped her supple ass and then found her pucker. He teased it with his finger and felt some lubricant already there. He pressed his erection against her entrance and started to push in. Helena hollered her way through another orgasm as his head popped inside. Jamie sighed in delight at the contrast of the freezing air around them and the heat inside of her body. He began thrusting in and out, slowly, until he started slapping his balls against her taint. He molded himself to her back and stuck his cock all the way in. He felt the vibrations from Nova's digits on his cock and they were driving him mad with pleasure. When Helena started to clench and unclench through another orgasm, she trapped his cock inside of herself and he came as well, spurting jets of his hot seed into her ass. Rose and Sandra screamed out another mutual orgasm right next to them.

After they came down from their high, Helena and Sandra began yelping and sobbing. They ordered Nova to stop and the gynoid withdrew its hands from their crotches. The girls sighed in relief, but soon found themselves walked to the edge of the huge tub. Jamie and Rose bent them over the edge and started reaming their asses in earnest. Neither was quite finished yet and they looked at one another and matched each other's rhythm. Sandra and Helena relaxed and patiently waited for their lovers to sate their lusts. Rose's silky grunts of passion spurred Jamie on and the two of them emptied their sex juices into the girls' asses at the same time. They both pulled out and panted as they enjoyed the afterglow.

Sandra stood up and removed Rose's dildo. She took Rose by the hand and led her to the sauna cabin. Helena straightened up as well and took a hold of Jamie's softening cock. "This needs cleaning," she said and gently tugged on it. Jamie followed her into the sauna cabin. Inside the cabin, they stepped under the lukewarm showers in the antechamber. Their bodies shook violently as their cold skin began regaining its normal temperature. They all took a bar of soap each and began working suds into one another's skin. It was a tight squeeze, fitting the four of them under only two shower heads, but they enjoyed it all the more because of it. The girls rubbed tit against tit as they jockeyed for position under the spray. Jamie ran his fingers over their smooth, wet skin and loved the feel of it.

Helena took special care to clean his cock thoroughly. After a few minutes, they finished and shut off the water. They entered the sauna proper. Jamie saw Sonya lying on her side, occupying most of one bench. He lifted her shoulders and sat down before placing her head in his lap. "Jamie," she murmured tiredly, "these bitches fucked the stuffing outta me."

"I know," he said, stroking her frizzy hair. Jamie stroked her shoulders and she made a soft noise of approval in the back of her throat, before dozing off again. All five of them relaxed and took in a good steam.

They showered again after the sauna and put on the thick robes that Nova had hung out for them. They dashed across the rooftop garden and down the stairs into the warm embrace of Bastion. Nova laid out their clothes for them and they changed into them, before having a small snack. Rose, Sandra and Jamie sat around in a circle after that and stored up the tenth power spirit. While they drained themselves of their magic, Helena, Sonya and Nova finished packing what they would need into the cars. The gang drove off to the airport hangar where their jet was waiting, fully fueled and ready. Jamie petted the aircraft's skin as he boarded it. They had spent a lot of time and power on improving it and Jamie had started to think of it as his dragon. He settled into his seat, along with his witches who fell asleep almost immediately.

The rest of the gang loaded the jet with their belongings and then stored the cars in the long term parking lot. Nova started the jet and they taxied to the runway where they were given clearance to take off for Los Angeles.

Jamie had trouble falling asleep. The jet was completely quiet, except for the soft snores of his girls. He needed to catch forty winks on this flight. The thought of running into a vamp while being sleep deprived, or jet lagged, was worrying him. This whole expedition had a marked potential for disaster. Less than half the casters on the west coast had complied with Section's evacuation order. In an effort to facilitate finding the vampire, Moran had sent Jamie the files on all licensed casters in the affected areas. Nova had given Jamie and the girls a rundown of those files. Apparently, casters split into three categories. 

The first and largest group consisted of those that ignored their power. They worked regular jobs, using only mundane means and kept mostly to themselves, ignoring the magical community. Most of those had taken a vacation and left their cities, but they flooded Section's network with complaints and demands that the situation be resolved within a week or two, as they couldn't afford the loss of income and didn't want to. And those weeks were already up.

The second group was made of casters that worked regular jobs, but used their power to achieve great things and excel in their careers. As much as Jamie admired the clever ways in which they concealed their unfair advantages from others, he still thought little of those casters as they were skewing the system in their favor and shafting the mundane masses in the process. Jamie thought their actions heartless. These stayed put and ignored the order, almost to a man, despite their high level of involvement with the magical community.

The third and smallest group was made up of people who opened an arts and crafts store, or some such front, and devoted their power and time to working magic. They offered their services and wares both to other magicians and mundanes that knew of magic. They were the backbones of the magical community and almost every one of them had closed up shop as soon as they heard of the order. They were now roaming the country aimlessly and complaining to Section about loss of revenue on an almost regularly scheduled basis.

Their revenues were not something to be scoffed at, Nova had informed them. Most of the wares they sold were intended for use in the bedroom. The general public was denied knowledge of magic, but among the minority that knew the truth and didn't try to blurt it out, most were the very rich and powerful. They regularly bought those items and potions to enhance their sex lives. Of course, since any item enchanted with power would quickly lose its enchantment, repeat business was the rule and, despite the low prices, the money was coming in, hand over fist. 

When Nova had informed them that enchanted dildos were being made and sold, Helena and Sandra got the same idea at the same time. They needed to mass produce and market their enchanted dildo. Unlike the enchantments of regular casters, theirs were permanent. Their customers would only need to buy the dildo once and then enjoy a lifetime of freaky sex without having to call on a magician every time they were about to get it on. Sandra compared it to Polaroids. Before Polaroids, everyone had to get their film professionally developed and many were too ashamed to take dirty pictures of themselves. After Polaroids came along, everyone had shoe boxes of dirty pictures. It would be the same with the dildos, she reasoned.

Rose had put a damper on her mood by pointing out that they'd get no repeat business after they saturated the market, i.e. after everyone got themselves a dildo, but Sandra ordered Nova to run some simulations on how the market would react and the numbers were quite solid. Their sales would drop dramatically after a year and a half, but up until that time, they'd make millions, depending on their pricing strategy. Then Jamie pointed out that selling their dildos was dangerous, as other magicians would undoubtedly figure out their secret and then start assembling in girl-boy pairs and sharing their power to make themselves able to cast permanent enchantments and store up magic and that would lead to The Suit getting them. The girls had visibly wilted, but agreed that revealing the enchantments on their dildo would not be a wise move.

Sitting at forty five thousand feet altitude and zipping across the sky at four fifths the speed of sound, Jamie found himself musing on the idea of opening a dildo store. What would it look like? Would he have his slave girls demonstrate the product, right there, on the store counter? He grinned. That would certainly be a very successful business model. Then a stray thought killed his mood. If one of the fat cats that led the Syndicate were to walk into his hypothetical shop, Jamie wouldn't have a clue. His brow drew down in displeasure. When he had read about what their old criminal organization had been up to, twenty years ago, his lunch had repeated on him.

Their depravity had known no bounds. They had been equally merciless towards their victims, clients and even subordinates, so long as there was even the slightest chance of gaining profit. Section files on the old Organization, from which the Syndicate sprang, were terse and clinical, but even as such, they painted a very grizzly picture. Before reading those files, Jamie had thought vampires the pinnacle of unrepentant evil, but now he knew better. 

Amongst many other evil practices, such as kidnapping pretty women and using charm magic to turn them into sex slaves, the old Organization used to drain people of their life force in order to rejuvenate mundanes. The rituals were similar to the ones used to enlarge his girls' breasts, but their use was completely different. His girls had drained him of only a few years of life, which he had already gotten back, because they were using it in conjunction with their own power to modify their own bodies. Once a caster tried to use such a ritual to modify someone else's body, the transfer was horribly inefficient and the amount of life force needed rose sharply.

Rejuvenating a caster's body was very costly as it meant modifying all of their organs at once and a caster had to drain a whole healthy, young life just to undo a few years of aging. If a caster wanted to undo more years, they needed to drain more lives, but they rejuvenated less and less time with each subsequent draining, as a human body was incapable of accepting and properly utilizing so much life force. And the life force in question always brought with it a small trace of the drained life. A skilled caster could extend their life to more than a century and a half, and delay the decay that comes with age until the last few decades of such an unnaturally long life span, but in the end, the physical body would be overwhelmed with foreign life force and those impurities and traces of other lives would turn it against itself. The end for such a caster was violent and horrid. It was a combination of cancer, elephant man disease, and autoimmune disease as tissues grew out of proportion and the immune system painfully inflamed and destroyed them at random. It was a long, inevitably lethal punishment and karmically just, in Jamie's view.

When one wanted to rejuvenate a powerless mundane, it cost almost ten times as many lives. Organization's clients would be noticeably rejuvenated, at the cost of many young lives and then they'd tour all of their friends and potential clients to show them the process worked and get them interested in undergoing it themselves. It was a bloody and ruthless racket that preyed on the poor and the abandoned. Jamie, having grown up poor, sympathized with the multitudes of nameless victims.

He closed his eyes and tried to meditate, but his mind kept going back to the subject of those escaped capos that had formed this Syndicate he had struck against. They were still out there, somewhere. Hidden. They reminded him of the old Mafia dons in the stories and movies. Old men who sat in front of a rickety shack on the edge of an orchard in southern Italy, wearing a shabby, peasant's outfit and casually managing a multi billion dollar criminal empire with discreet winks and nods, shunning all forms of telecommunication. 

These capos shared such a disdain for traceable communication. In the days of their previous criminal organization, they used to communicate solely by charmed messengers that were regularly mind wiped and disposed of. There was no fucking way for Jamie to find them with the resources at his disposal.

One other thing that had been nagging at him ever since reading those files was their appetite. They used to be insatiable nutjobs, but the very idea that they had apparently settled for a small operation consisting of three clinics for organ theft and one more that did the implantations was preposterous. Jamie now suspected that he had only touched a tiny fraction of their actual organization and that they were still out there. Doing unspeakable things in the dark. 

Fear of reprisals from these maniacs hounded his every waking moment, ever since he had read those files. He shook his head unhappily. He needed to get some sleep, not dwell on these maniacs that were far beyond his reach. Vampires awaited him. He drew a deep breath and held it until his lungs started to burn. He gathered up all of the thoughts of the Syndicate and expelled them from his mind as he released that long held breath. He repeated the exercise a few more times and finally dozed off.

Jamie, Sandra and Rose snapped awake and screamed in a panic. They cast their eyes about in confusion, for half a second, before their sleepy minds zeroed in on the source of their alarm. The wards they had placed on their loved ones' homes, back in their home town, had been breached.

Sandra screamed an order at Nova to turn the plane around and fly them back to their home town. Jamie opened up his laptop as the plane tilted and turned. Unbidden, Nova put up the live feeds from their surveillance cameras, only for them to see those feeds twink out. Jamie struggled to contain his panic, but couldn't quite make it. He only managed to order his girls to master their panic and think clearly. Sandra reviewed the last footage recorded by the cameras, but spotted nothing useful.

"We should call home," suggested Rose, "and warn them! Nova, patch us through to the local 911 dispatcher! Helena, get them to send squad cars to our parents' houses! Say there's a prowler, or something!" Everyone got their phone out and nervously waited while none of their family members back home answered their calls.

"Cyrus is there," Sandra said. "If he could just get us eyes on the situation..."

"I'm on it," Jamie yelled. He selected Cyrus' number on his speed dial and nervously tapped his armrest as he listened to the ringing noise. His legs were jumping in place, all on their own. As soon as he heard the click, he yelled, "Cyrus! Jamie! Get to my house and tell me what's happening!"

Cyrus made some grunting noises and said, "What?"

"Cyrus," Jamie yelled, desperately, "please go to my house! Right now! Someone's there and they're trying to hurt my family! Please! Just get me eyes on the situation! I'm begging you!"

"Yeah, ok," mumbled a sleepy Cyrus. "Will do."

Jamie disconnected the line and looked around. Everyone else was just finishing up with their call to 911 that was supposed to send a patrol car to their parents' house. 

"This must be Section," Sandra said. "Don't we know who heads them? Don't we know who The Suit is?"

Nova answered that it did know that information, but that their minds could not retain it. It suggested routing a call to The Suit from one of his children's phones and intimidating him into calling the attack off. Everyone was confused as to how Nova was going to get The Suit to back off, as they forgot the information that it had children as soon as they heard it, but they screamed at the gynoid to get it done, all the same.

Rose suggested they scry on their families. If someone had taken them and removed their warded jewelry, then they'd be able to scry on them. Jamie did his level best to scry on his little sister. He couldn't quite concentrate with all the adrenaline in his veins making him short of breath. Finally, his need to protect his family overrode his fear and he managed to cast a couple of scrying spells. He failed to find his mother, however, much like Rose and Sandra couldn't find their own parents, or Sonya's. Alice Worth was in Section lockup, also unable to be scryed on and they genuinely didn't care about her enough to even try. Jamie scryed again on his baby sister and got no result. He didn't know if that was good or not.

The cabin was quiet as Rose and Sandra scryed in vain and Helena and Sonya dialed number after number in the futile hope that someone would answer. Only Jamie's sobbing was heard. Something bad has happened to their families, and it was all his fault. Finally, Nova said, "The phone call is complete. The Suit denied any knowledge of this attack and has offered to send an investigator, first thing tomorrow. My analysis of The Suit's voice stress levels indicates that The Suit was surprised by this attack, but that the surprise is a glad one."




A-Cup Angst Ch. 08



Jamie grimaced at the news. He had almost hoped Section was behind this breach. Helena ordered Nova to display all the traffic cameras in their home town. Nova reported the entire traffic camera system in their home town was down for maintenance. "Nova," Jamie said, "tap into my sister's phone and listen in. I'm too scared of dialing it, she might be hiding and I don't want to give her away with the ringing."

"Jamie," Nova said, "Suzie's phone's battery is empty, or removed, I can not listen in on its microphone. Her last signal is recorded at 213 Maple. The house in question is rented by the Grossman family and their oldest child is Anne, who goes to school with your sister. Their landline telephones have mechanical switches for their microphones, so I can not tap into them, but I've tapped into Mr. Grossman's cell and all I can hear is two people snoring."

Jamie ran his hand through his hair, nervously. His head was plagued by questions about Suzie. What was she doing at the Grossmans' house? Did she go there for a sleepover? Did she tell mom and dad about it, or did she just sneak out? Jamie found himself hoping the little brat just up and went on her own, without telling anyone. Their parents were sure to be charmed for info on Suzie's whereabouts, post haste, and if they knew where she had gone, they'd tell on her. Jamie held no illusions about the people that took their families forgetting about Suzie. They'd come to the Grossman house, sooner or later. Why was her phone battery removed? Were they there already? 

He scryed on Suzie again and got no result. Either she was still wearing the jewelry, or she was obscured by someone else's magic.

Jamie was about to start screaming in frustration when Cyrus called him. "Cyrus," he said, "please, give me some good news!"

"Wish I could, dude," Cyrus said, sadly. "Your house is untouched, but your family isn't here. There are no traces of anyone having been there recently, either. Oh, and your cameras are fried, dude. I'm thinking RF gun."

Jamie felt tears slide down his cheeks. "Please, go to 213 Maple," he said and sniffled, "Suzie might be there, and she could be in a lot of trouble. Please, hurry! If she's there, they might not know about it, yet. There could be time to save her!"

"Who's they, dude," Cyrus asked.

"I don't know, exactly," Jamie said, "but they're dangerous to the extreme." Jamie thought about his best friend, computer wizard that he was, going up against an actual wizard. "Don't... don't even bother getting backup. These guys are beyond you and your bosses. Just go to 213 Maple and see if you can get Suzie out of there before they come! Go now, please!"

Cyrus was silent for a few moments and then said, "You got it, dude!" He hung up.

Jamie's head was full of terrible thought as he was consumed by the fear of what might be done to their loved ones. The other girls felt the same, but his order kept them phoning and scrying and working out how to find their parents. Sandra was the only one who had a sibling and she placed a call to the "Big Stick", as her brother called the aircraft carrier that he was stationed on. All the carriers had Section personnel on board and were warded against being scryed on. Back when the ship was being built, materials that amplified the effects of a concealment ward were embedded into its structure and it now only took a few casters to cast the daily wards that prohibited scrying on the ship and all onboard personnel from the moment they boarded a transport bound for the carrier, or a vessel in its escort group. It took her a lot of effort, but she had finally managed to get a hold of her brother and heard that he was ok. She felt silly for having worried about him. He was somewhere on the high seas and surrounded by thousands of sailors and tons of firepower. He'd be safe.

Jamie's heart thumped wildly in his chest and his phone rang. He saw it was Cyrus and answered it, hoping to at least hear about who took his sister. "Hey, dude," Cyrus greeted, "I got Suzie." Jamie exclaimed in relief. "Her battery ran out and she didn't have her charger with her. She's a bit grumpy and she, uh, she wants to talk to you, dude."

Jamie sniffed and cleared his nose of snot. Suzie's voice came on the line, saying, "The fuck are you doing, birdbrain? Your boy here just scared the living shit out of Anne!"

"Everything is going to be all right," Jamie squeaked out through his tears. He had no clue how to break the bad news to her.

"No, it's not," Suzie said. "The Grossmans are going to totally call the cops and report me kidnapped, buttwipe!"

"Did," Jamie's voice faltered, "Did mom and dad know where you were going?"

After a brief silence, Suzie said, "Of course they did. No need to go calling them about it in the dead of night." Jamie yelled out in relief. He could plainly tell that Suzie had snuck out without telling anyone where she was going. The Grossmans were safe. "Are you crying, dingleberry?"

Jamie sniffed back his tears and drew a deep, shuddering breath, "You just go with Cyrus, sweetie, and do as he says. I'll be there to pick you up in no time at all, ok?"

"Yeah, I guess?"

"Put Cyrus back on the line, please," Jamie said.

"Yo, dude" Cyrus said, after taking the phone back.

"Take her to your place and keep her safe, please," Jamie said. "I'll be there in..." 

"We are half an hour out," Nova whispered.

"In about half an hour," Jamie finished.

"Ok."

"Thank you Cyrus," Jamie sobbed. "Thank you so much!"

"Yeah," Cyrus said, "Bye now!"

Jamie buried his head in his hands and cried. His parents were taken, along with the girls' parents, and nothing good was going to come of it. He still had trouble wrapping his head around it. The only ones that could possibly know about their family were Section and the Johanssons, but only the Syndicate had very good reason to go after them. The Suit had kept their secret of being unlicensed, and from what Alice had told them, it probably did so to keep from being dismissed from its post by the President. It was a political appointee and if it sent Section after all of their parents, the fallout was going to get it fired for sure. And that was only if it managed to stay alive long enough for that. Jamie was feeling quite ready to snuff the shit. 

The Johansson clan had no clear motive to go after their families, either. Jamie guessed they might want revenge for Eric, but going after their parents meant that Section would probably have to band together with Jamie and the girls in taking down the clan. And the takedown would be very fatal if Jamie had any say in it. He ordered Nova to get a location fix of all the members of the Johansson clan, via their cellphones and to listen in on their microphones until it was certain each and every member of the clan was accounted for. In mere minutes, his A.I. reported having located all members of the clan and only Martin and Jessica Johansson were in their home town, but they were attending a dinner party at a friend's house. Not a single Johansson gave any indication of knowing anything about this attack. Jamie ordered for the wiretap to go on until further notice. He was torn apart by doubts and guilt and plagued with imagining terrible scenarios until Nova announced they were landing, just outside of town.

Jamie sat up straight and set his jaw. "Fuck the past," he thought to himself. "What's done is done!" He steeled his resolve. He was going to find their parents. He was going to save them all. And he was going to rain hellfire down on the heads of those responsible, whoever the fuck they were. His fingers deformed the armrests as he let his wrath inundate him.

Nova put the plane in a landing configuration and aimed for an empty field, just out of town. It flipped a switch in the cockpit and an electrical current activated the enchantments on the engines. The underwing engines slid forward and tilted to divert all of their thrust downwards. The tail engine's nozzle elongated and tilted down. Nova selected a different setting on the landing gear lever and the tires expanded. The plane kept gliding down towards the field slowing down with each second, until it gently set down, doing about twenty knots. The brush all around the plane caught fire from the heat of the exhausts and the tires started to burst and magically reform, even as they absorbed all the irregularities of their landing site. Nova flipped the switch and the engines assumed their regular configuration. It pulled back on the throttles and applied the brakes, making the plane slow down to a stop, just beyond the brush fire.

Before the plane came to a complete halt, Jamie undid his seat belt, called on his power and flicked a finger at the door. The door opened and he leaped out of it, followed by the exclamations of his girls. He landed, rolled, jumped back up and took off running towards the nearest house, all in one fluid move. He used his magic to enhance his leg muscles and make himself run even faster. He saw a car in the distance and ran for it. When he got closer he waved his hand and the car's door opened. He twisted his wrist and the ignition turned, starting the engine. Jamie leaped into the driver's seat and put it in gear. His foot pinned the gas pedal to the metal and the car tore off down the street.

Behind him, in the distance, Rose and Sandra used a spell to cool down the brush fire and help Nova, Helena and Sonya snuff it out with handheld fire extinguishers.

Jamie zipped through the familiar streets of his home town, driving to Cyrus' place and his baby sister. He stopped the car in the middle of the street and was met at the door by an unhappy looking Cyrus. "Dude," he said, "you can't make this much noise in the middle of the night!"

"Where is she," Jamie asked.

"I'm right here, skidmark," Suzie said as she appeared in the front hallway of Cyrus' house. Jamie barreled past Cyrus and rushed to sweep her up into a tight hug. "Shove off," she wheezed, punching his shoulder weakly. "Lemme go, you ogre!" Jamie gave her one last squeeze and then set her down on the floor. "Geez!" Suzie looked up and saw his tear stained cheeks. "Did you get bit by the gay bug, or something?" Jamie wiped his tears and sniffed. He went down on one knee before her and opened his mouth to tell her their parents were kidnapped. He faltered, not quite able to tell her what happened and break her heart. "You're gonna catch flies." Cyrus closed the front door and stood by Jamie, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Well? What is it? Are you and Cy lovers? Are you coming out?"

"No," Jamie yelled. "Damn it!" At times, Jamie thought that Suzie's only goal in life was to annoy him. The kid was looking at him with eyes full of mirth, but Jamie knew her well enough to be able to tell she was starting to get a little worried. "It's about our parents, Suzie." When his sister just gave him a "get on with it" look, he took a deep breath. "They've been kidnapped."

Jamie caught a flash of worry on her face, just before she waved her hand dismissively and said, "Nah, you're gonna have to do better than that to fool me."

"I'm not kidding, Suzie," Jamie said, sniffling back tears.

"He's really not," Cyrus added.

Suzie looked around with a wicked smile. "I'm being punk'd," she said. "I know I'm being punk'd."

"No," Jamie said. "mom and dad have been taken tonight."

"Then why aren't the cops here to tell me," she asked.

"They talked to me," Jamie said. "I'm telling you."

Suzie squinted at him, crossed her arms, and said, "Bullshit!"

Jamie nearly laughed at hearing her dismiss his claims. He had spent the past half hour dreading telling her their parents were taken, and now he was frustrated that she wasn't taking him seriously. He was still in denial about the whole thing, and he asked himself if it was truly necessary for her to know exactly what's going on. He decided it wasn't. He looked up at Cyrus and said, "Could you give us a second, please?"

Cyrus nodded. "Sure, dude," he said. "I'll go see if the cocoa is ready."

After Cyrus left for the kitchen, Jamie drew on his power and put it in his voice. He waved a hand before Suzie's face and said, "Mom and dad went on a vacation and you are to stay with me until they get back."

"Jackass," Suzie said. "Like I'm gonna fall for such a lame trick? I'm telling on you for trying to scare me like that, as soon as mom and dad get back from their vacation!" Jamie hugged her and she squirmed, but endured it with just a growl of displeasure. Cyrus called out that he made cocoa and all three of them sat down in the living room and sipped the hot beverage. 

"Where am I gonna sleep," Suzie asked. 

Cyrus and Jamie looked at each other. "Dude," Cyrus said, "this house isn't zoned for bratty, little half pints."

Suzie rolled her eyes and said, "Get a haircut, Cy! You look like a dandelion."

"Suzie," Jamie exclaimed. "Apologize to Cyrus and thank him for his hospitality!" Suzie took another sip of cocoa and flipped Jamie the bird. "Suzie! I'm sorry Cyrus, she's just..."

Cyrus held up a hand and said, "Forget about it, dude. I know she loves me and daydreams of growing up to become my wife, someday. Admit it, kid! You've got a notebook full of your signatures as Mrs. Cyrus Pine."

"Ugh," Suzie grunted and stuck her tongue out. "Gross!" Cyrus laughed. "I need to use the bathroom!"

"It's the white door in the hallway," Cyrus said and pointed towards it. Suzie got up and left the room. The boys watched her go and listened for the sound of the door. "Dude, what's going on?"

"I convinced her I sent mom and dad on a super cheap, last minute vacation somewhere," Jamie whispered. "She isn't very interested in the particulars. I'm going to need you to dig up any info you can on my parents' kidnapping. Even the smallest details would mean the world to me. I'll pay you triple-"

"Dude," Cyrus said, offended. "There's no charge for this."

Jamie blinked back tears. "Thank you, Cyrus. Hire someone to do a forensics' sweep of the place. There are four other places that have been hit at the same time."

"Let me guess," Cyrus said. "The parents of your porn star girlfriends have also been taken?"

Jamie nodded. "You know the addresses," he asked. Cyrus nodded. "We'll need a full forensic sweep of all five places. I'm footing the bills. Also, I want you to spread the word that I'm offering a huge bounty on all info that pans out."

"You got it, dude," Cyrus said. The sound of flushing was heard and the boys sat back in their chairs and relaxed. Soon, Jamie took his leave of Cyrus and led Suzie to the car he had borrowed without permission. He waved goodbye to Cyrus. "I'll get you that info, dude!"

Jamie drove Suzie back to his childhood home. He grunted to himself as he realized he no longer considered it his own home. His home was Bastion. At their parents' house, he had Suzie pack her belongings for a long stay with him and had to use his magic on her again to get her to actually pack, instead of asking endless questions about where she was going and where exactly had their folks gone to. He still hadn't decided what to do. While she packed upstairs, he completed a sweep of the house. He found nothing of use. His girls came over to the house and reported a complete lack of evidence at all the other homes. The only thing that was amiss in any of the houses was the fried cameras. Even the Worth house's cameras were toasted, which meant that it was probably not Section, or the Johanssons. They'd know no one lived there anymore. Then Jamie caught himself and realized they could have fried those cameras too, just to cover up their tracks. He groaned out loud and held his hand up to his forehead. His temples were throbbing in pain.

Suzie announced she was all packed and ready to go as soon as someone carried her bags for her. Jamie smiled at her as she regarded the gaggle of hot girls in their house with suspicion. She pointed at Helena and asked, "What are you doing here?"

In lieu of an answer, Jamie used his magic to make her fall asleep and picked her up and carried her to the car. The girls followed them out, carrying her luggage. They locked the place up and left it as empty as they found it. They drove back to the field where they landed; Jamie and Suzie in one stolen car; Nova, Helena, Sonya, Rose and Sandra in the other. As soon as they turned on to the street that led to the field, they saw a fire department truck ahead of them. There were people walking around the street and they parked the cars well away from the action.

Jamie carried Suzie in his arms and followed Nova as it carried the luggage and navigated a clear path around the impromptu gathering. Jamie overheard people talking excitedly about what had happened there earlier that night. The people were focused on the big scorch mark in the field. Some were talking about the awful, loud noise they had heard. Theories were being put forth that a meteorite had burst over the field. No one noticed the jet, parked about a hundred yards away from them. Nova opened the door and everyone climbed onboard. They stowed away the luggage and strapped themselves in. The gynoid ran through the magically accelerated startup sequence and the plane came to life in just a few minutes' time.

When the engines started making noise, people began to see through the obscuration wards of the plane and noticed it was there. The plane turned around and started to accelerate down the field, its huge tires cushioning the irregularities of the ground. People ran back out to the street, fearful of the sudden appearance of the moving airplane. The jet's engines tilted part of the way down, and it slowly detached itself from the ground and began to gain altitude and speed. In a minute, it was going fast enough for the engines to resume their normal configuration and fly on the lift produced by the wings. Nova checked, via external cameras, and saw that the fire brigade was moving in to extinguish the flames they left behind. The gynoid turned the plane east, per Jamie's orders. All the passengers sat silently staring out the windows at the pitch black night. Suzie was the only one that slept.

Jamie tried to sort out the events of the night in his head. As he sat there, sleepy and yet awake, the adrenaline let up and he found himself in full command of his faculties. He reviewed the situation as thoroughly as he could and came to the conclusion that he had but one option if he was to find their parents. He had to use Suzie as bait. He asked himself if he could do that. If he could deliberately put her in harm's way. He decided the answer was yes. Suzie's days were numbered anyways.

Section files contained many instances in which the Syndicate exacted bloody vengeance on informants and slaughtered their entire families. One informant enjoyed government protection for twelve years before they found him and butchered his whole family, ending with him. Sooner or later, these sick fucks would find Suzie and get on with their revenge against him. Jamie resolved to exterminate them all from the face of this Earth, much, much sooner than that.

He managed to get a few minutes' sleep before they touched down. They got their cars and drove to Bastion. They unpacked and stowed their vampire hunting provisions before Jamie outlined the broad strokes of his plan. All the girls grumbled about putting Suzie in harm's way, but Helena was the most vocal. "Jamie," she said, "you can't use her as bait! We'll find another way! There has got to be something we haven't tried yet!"

"Like what," Jamie demanded.

Helena faltered, for a bit, and then spread her arms wide and said, "I don't know! Maybe Cyrus' people find something!" Jamie snorted in derision. Helena's lips tightened unhappily and then she smiled. "Mara! She said she's a witch doctor! Maybe she can find them!"




A-Cup Angst Ch. 08



Jamie was about to give a second snort of derision, but then realized she was right. He needed to explore and investigate all options, no matter how remote. Time was of the essence and desperate measures were called for. "Give me one of the scrying packs," he said. Rose handed him a bushel of small baggies containing their parents' hair and photographs. "While I'm there, Nova, go through the files of all local adoption agencies and compile a list of ideal couples who could take in Suzie. Rose, Sandra, pick out the ones you like the best and go interview them. Use your magic to charm them into telling you the truth. Afterwards, we'll meet back here and pick a couple to take Suzie in."

"Jamie," Helena said, "You can't be serious about-"

"Yes, I can," Jamie said, cutting her off. "If Mara finds our parents, whoopee! If she doesn't, I want plan B ready for execution before this day is out! If whoever took our parents thinks I've squirreled Suzie away for safety, they'll come for her and we'll be there. With motherfucking bells on!"

Helena grimaced unhappily as Jamie went out. Rose and Sandra sat down to review the files Nova presented them with. Helena was left with nothing to do but keep Sonya too busy to fret about her parents.

Jamie got into his car and drove to campus. He felt decidedly nervous. He needed Mara's help and he needed it badly. If only he hadn't treated the girl so poorly the last time they had met, he wouldn't find himself preparing to eat a double helping of humble pie. As he parked and walked towards her dormitory, he found himself desperately trying to come up with some way to get her full cooperation and assistance and not have to grovel and beg. He came up with nothing, by the time he got to her door. He took a deep breath, steeled his resolve, wiped the grimace from his face and knocked. His strategy for recruiting her help, he decided, was full on teary eyed begging. On his knees and groveling, if she said so. And he resolved to not let up until she rendered what aid she could.

A different girl opened the door and it took Jamie a moment before he recognized Julie from the pictures of her that he had seen, back when he had been inside the dorm room. "Yes," she asked.

"Um, is this Mara's dorm room," he asked.

"Yes," she said. "And you are?"

"Jamie Jacobs."

"Wait here," she said and closed the door.

After a few seconds, Mara opened the door and smiled a broad smile at him. Jamie flashed her a nervous grin and said, "Can we talk? Freely?"

Mara nodded. "Yeah," she said. "Come through to my room." Julie's look of suspicion followed Jamie through the common room. Jamie was just relieved that Mara seemed to be in an agreeable mood. Once inside her bedroom, Mara closed the door behind them. "What's up?"

"I need your help," Jamie said. "The girls and I need your help. Our parents have been taken by evil men, last night, and we need to find them."

"Oh, my God, Jamie," Mara said, "I'm so sorry to hear that! How can I help?"

"We've been trying to scry on them, to figure out where they were, but we can't. We were wondering... You said that you are a witch doctor and that you have a spirit guide."

"Yes."

"Could you find out where our parents are being held, somehow?"

"Do you know who took them," she asked.

"It was the same bastards that stole people's organs in a clinic on the west side," he said. Mara looked surprised. She had thought them all dead and buried. "Just... more of them."

Mara tightened her lips. She wished she could help, but there was nothing she could do, as she sincerely doubted she could scry even half as good as Jamie and his girls. Also, she could not call on the knowledge held by the Great Spirits as she had not yet repaid her favor to them. She had spent it on finding the bastard that had raped Julie and ruined her mind. Jamie couldn't ask them for a favor because he wasn't a tribe member in good standing and, if his urgent tone was any indication, he couldn't spare a year to become one. She did know of a ritual that gave an answer to one question, but it required a sacrifice of virginity. She squinted her eyes and hesitantly asked, "Are you, by any chance, an anal virgin?"

Jamie blushed furiously. He cleared his throat and shook his head no. Mara's eyes opened wide and her brows rose in surprise. "I, um... The girls... It's called pegging, and, uh..." Jamie stammered. "I'm an anal virgin if girls with dildos don't count!" Mara shook her head no. Jamie felt his hopes fade. He gave her a bag. "This has everything one would need to scry on our parents. We'd all appreciate it if you kept it with you and used it, if, you know, if anything came to you. You know, later." Mara nodded. "Well, thanks. Bye!"

Jamie left and Mara cursed the Great Spirits for not giving her an opportunity to redeem her debt to them. She looked in the bag. "There has to be a way," she said to herself.

Jamie left Mara's dorm room, waving bye to Julie, and cursed softly. He got the distinct impression from Mara's mind that she wasn't dismissing him, or hiding anything from him. She genuinely knew of no way to assist them in finding their parents. He drove to Bastion and the girls told him of some couples that looked very promising. Jamie picked one of them and they charmed Suzie into accepting her new living situation. The couple was also charmed to think they had permanently adopted Suzie and are very happy with her character, which most people would describe as "extremely annoying".

The rest of the day was spent warding the couple's domicile against magical scrutiny. Jamie picked out a foreclosed house in an upscale neighborhood and the caster girls and he got busy turning it into an inescapable deathtrap.

He wanted to have obvious traps covering up for the insidious, deadlier ones. It didn't take a lot of their power to set the traps, but it did require a lot of concentration to do it right. Jamie guessed it would take them three more days to ready the place. Then, he'd have Suzie start to call her friends back home. All his hopes of finding their parents rested on this Syndicate somehow monitoring the phone lines. Nova kept a tight watch on their home town's phone lines at all times, but found no evidence of anyone else's wiretaps.

At the end of the day, they came back to Bastion, totally drained. Jamie was a shambling mess, drained and sleep deprived. Nova informed them that the University had received a parcel for each of them. They were informed by email and queried about their forwarding address. Jamie had Nova and Rose go collect the parcels.

Nova and Rose came back and they thoroughly examined the small, but thick envelopes. They found fingerprints on them and Nova recorded them with its cameras and uploaded them into AFIS. That quickly led to identifying the man whose prints they were. Nova informed them that the man that delivered the envelopes was just found dead in his apartment by the police. His background contained nothing in common with anything they already knew about the Syndicate or Section. Jamie's lips tightened. The whole thing reeked of Syndicate. They opened their envelopes and found two DVDs inside the padding. One of the DVDs had their father's name on it, the other their mother's. Every one of them went to a different DVD player and they played the discs.

They all screamed in horror as they saw their parents being tortured on film. The torture itself was still mild, mostly psychological, but that didn't make it any less terrifying or painful to watch. The girls scattered to the upstairs bedrooms and offices to cry as they were unable to watch more than a few minutes. Nova took all their discs, uploaded them into its memory and scanned them for clues. Jamie mutely sat and watched as his mother was repeatedly intimidated and beaten. He listened as she was told, over and over again, that they were doing it to punish her for raising a son like Jamie.

Jamie sat still and motionless as he watched his mother get raped. He heard her begging and scream in vain. A voice whispered by the camera, unheard by his screaming mother. It taunted him with what will be done with her corpse after she is finally killed. Jamie's face showed no emotion, but inside, he was a roaring cauldron of lava as the images and sounds of the abuse of the woman who brought him into this world burned into his brain with a fire that removed all restraint and mercy. 

Halfway through the film, his mother was left alone to sob in shock. A man then came along, masked and hooded, and began to softly whisper in her ear. He talked to her as he slowly released her from her bondage. He wiped the tears from her cheeks, cleaned and bandaged her wounds and gave her water and some sweets. He engaged her in idle chit chat and his mother soon began to respond. The man was a skilled investigator and he quickly got Jamie's mother to tell him everything about Jamie and his childhood.

Jamie was a nuke in the process of detonation. He knew they must have plied his mom's mind with magic right off the bat, in order to get all tactical info on Jamie and discern Suzie's location. They probably even got his mom to tell them her greatest fears and weaknesses and thus script her own abuse. This tape of them getting her to talk, by mundane means only, was meant to unbalance and unhinge him. He could tell that, intellectually. It was meant to make him feel betrayed by his own mother. He knew better. She could have even been charmed to talk to this interrogator. 

He didn't feel betrayed by his mother. He was beyond enraged by the Syndicate.

His heart pounded so hard in his chest, that he thought it was going to fracture his ribs. In a daze, he went to the kitchen and found a bottle of vodka. He chugged it all down in one sitting. It did nothing to dull the horrid pain in his heart. His own mommy was being violated and beaten by some scum. His throat burned from the vodka and he focused on the feeling, desperate to feel anything but the anguish that was consuming him. He roared his pain and wrath out loud and saw nothing but flames. He passed out and welcomed the darkness.

He woke up the next day, safely tucked in a bed. He squinted his eyes about and recognized he was in one of Bastion's many upstairs bedrooms. His head hurt. He groaned as he got out of bed. He was feeling dizzy as he stood up, but that quickly passed. He slowly shuffled downstairs, wondering at the distinct aroma of smoke that permeated the air. When he descended the stairs, he turned and gaped. The kitchen and its surrounding areas were covered in soot. It was all over the back wall and the ceiling. The tiles were coming loose and all the furniture was gone, leaving only charred outlines where it used to be. Rose and Sandra were using magic to clean up the mess. Everyone else was busy scrubbing the walls.

"Did we have a fire," he asked.

Helena turned around and said, "No. We had a you." Jamie wobbled as he gave her a questioning look. "You chugged a whole bottle of vodka last night and then breathed fire all over the kitchen. We're damn lucky you didn't burn the whole place down."

Jamie grunted and shuffled off to sit on one of the couches. Helena brought him a glass of water and he drained it. She looked at him sadly. She wanted to bitch and ream him out for setting the place on fire, but she couldn't quite bring herself to do it. His hair had turned noticeably gray and, sitting down, he looked like he might just keel over and give up. She knelt in front of him and put her hands on his knees. "Jamie," she tenderly said, "we need you. Our parents need you. Your whole family needs you."

Jamie rolled his eyes and sighed. "I know," he said.

"Then promise me you're not going to get drunk again," she said.

"Go fuck yourself in your whore ass," Jamie said. "I'll get drunk whenever I fucking feel like it." Helena was stunned at how casual and emotionless his voice was. "If you think I need to be constantly reminded that I've fucked up and that it's all up to me to fix it, then you're wrong. Dead wrong. Brain-dead wrong. I don't need no fucking reminding. Now, why don't you go clean something?" Helena opened her mouth to say something, but then decided against it. Jamie was, at times, impossible to reach. It was like his brain went on fucking vacation and left a jerk in charge. This morning was, apparently, another one of those times. She stood up and went back to cleaning the aftermath of his rage, feeling quite a bit angry herself.

After a lunch break, which was breakfast for Jamie, He had Nova send Moran an email in which they ask for his help in finding their parents and offer him one favor in return, no questions asked. Moran replied that he was on it, within minutes. They called Cyrus and Mara and received no good news. The forensic sweeps of their homes were completed and yielded no results. Whoever took their parents, must have used a spell to cover their tracks as the houses showed no sign that anyone had ever been inside of them, not even their parents.

"Well, there's one last thing to try before we resume laying traps," Jamie said. "Nova, call The Suit and put its photo, name and all data relevant to any contact we've had so far, up on the plasma." Jamie studied the old man's photo and condensed personnel file as the phone rang.

"Hello," The Suit answered.

"Hello, Harris," Jamie said, "it's Jacobs."

"Mr. Jacobs, I am a very busy man," Harris said. "What do you want?"

"I just want to tell you that if we find out that information on our families was leaked by Section," Jamie said, "anyone in Section, we are going to make good on those threats you keep dismissing."

In D.C., Harris smiled a broad, satisfied smile. This arrogant little shit was finally sounding like he might start learning his place in the world. "Are you quite done," Martin asked.

"I am only getting started," Jamie said, darkly. "If you had any part in this, now is the time to repent. This is a one time offer. If you have any information on where our parents are and who took them, I'll give you a full pardon and we'll never take any vengeance against you, but only if you give us the information today."

As infuriating as the offer of "a pardon" from the little bastard was, Harris barely suppressed his glee at hearing the young upstart so broken. "Good luck searching for your parents, Mr. Jacobs," he said and then hung up. He clapped his hands together and cackled with delight. He put his glasses on, picked up the report on his desk and resumed reading it. It detailed the results of the exercises he was putting the alpha and beta strike and intervention teams through. They were to be united into one fighting force, led by the two old shapeshifters and they needed to work out the kinks in communications, leadership and tactics. Whoever won, whether it be the Syndicate or this surprisingly strong coven, Harris was going to take them down, right after the battle, while they're drained and hurt.

"That's all, folks," Jamie said, as he hung up. "That's all the ways in which we could search for our parents exhausted. We have no option but to set the trap with Suzie as the bait and hope they go for it." The girls reluctantly agreed with his assessment. "Nova, what did your analysis of..." Jamie again forgot The Suit's name. "Of The Suit's voice stress tell you?"

"The analysis was inconclusive," Nova said.

"Well," Jamie said, throwing his hands up, "that's it! Let's go lay down more traps!"

Ramon Gutierrez strolled the campus quad and looked around, while trying to be inconspicuous. It was after dark and most students were indoors, or hurrying to get indoors. The weather was surprisingly cold for this time of the year. He huddled up against the cold and huffed at his cold hands. The weather in Barcelona, when he had taken off for this city, had been twenty degrees Celsius warmer that here. He shook his head and smiled. The bounty he was promised was enough to endure frostbite of the dick, as far as he was concerned.

He continued to look around and search for a good ambush spot. He got the distinct feeling he was watched. He stopped and suddenly turned, but saw no one behind himself. Without bothering to conceal his actions, he openly cast his eyes all about and peered into the shadows, lest he see anything suspicious. Finally, he was satisfied that no one was following him. He turned back to where he was going and walked through a narrow alley between two imposing buildings. When he emerged on the other side, he saw a staircase leading down to the basement of the building to his left. He took another look all around and then hopped the rail and descended the stairs. The door was locked and a sign on it plainly read that it was for maintenance staff only.

Ramon grinned and concentrated. He called on his power and softly chanted. The lock turned and the steel door creaked open. He opened it wide and got in, closing it behind himself. He stood in the dark for a few moments, before he managed to fish his flashlight out of his pocket. He turned it on and quickly found the light switch. He was in a maintenance workshop. Tools and power tools occupied the shelves along each wall. A cage in the center of the workshop contained some machines Ramon couldn't identify. The door to the cage had a padlock on it and Ramon ignored it.

He looked around until he found some doors. The first was a closet, the second was for the washroom and the third led upstairs. Door number four made him smile. It led to a tunnel that connected the buildings underground. It was full of steam and pipes, but there was room enough for someone to walk through it comfortably. Ramon opened his coat and jacket. The steam was making the tunnel very hot. He started to explore it. The tunnel branched several times, almost creating a maze, and Ramon started to really concentrate in order to draw a mental map of it. After only ten minutes of exploring the tunnels, Ramon gave up. He took a notepad and pen from his pockets. He exited the tunnel though the nearest exit and found himself in a basement. He climbed some stairs and saw that he had come to the football field. He looked around, buttoning himself back up, and then found a cozy place to sit, under the bleachers.

He spread the paper across his thigh and began to draw a map from his memory. He would need to go through the tunnels again and explore each branch he found, but he needed to jot down what he had already seen. He was just about done, when he felt a presence nearby. He looked up and screamed in fright when he saw her. She was a gorgeous, young woman with vibrant, blood red hair that came down to her shoulders. Her pale face was rectangular, but soft, with high cheekbones, a triangular nose and thick, succulent lips that were curled into a grin.

"Ah dinnae scare ya," she asked.

"Que," Ramon asked. "I mean, what?"

"Ah seh, ah dinnae scare ya, didday," she said.

Ramon spread his hands and stood up. He had no idea who this chick was, or what she was saying, but he liked the look of her. She stood about 5'8" tall and the shape of her, hidden underneath a thin coat, suggested she was of slender build. A grin crept on his face. His scouting could wait until tomorrow. This chica looked like a very nice bed warmer.

"She asked if she scared you," said a man's voice from behind Ramon. Ramon startled, inadvertently, and turned to see this new addition to the conversation. He could immediately tell the young man was closely related to the woman. He had the same rectangular face, although his was actually rectangular with a wide, square jaw and prominent brow. The rest of his face was near identical to the woman's, only more masculine. Even his short cropped, blood red hair matched. The man's voice held no hint of the woman's playfulness. It held a keen edge of hostility.




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Ramon held his hands up and affected a smile. "Hey, amigo, no problemos here," he said. "She didn't scare me. Not at all."

"Oh," said the man. "Well, that's most unfortunate."

"Unfortunate," asked Ramon as his brow drew down. "Why would not scaring me be unfortunate?"

"We prefer our victims scared," the man said, coming closer.

Ramon had no idea who these people were and he didn't care. He was going to kill the man and rape and kill the woman, then probably rape her again, just for kicks. He reached deep into his soul and brought forth power to use against them, but then suddenly felt that power see saw inside of him, painfully. He fell to his knees and snarled in pain and rage. For as long as he could remember, his magic had never failed him. He let go of the handful he was trying to bring up and reached down for another. He looked to the man and envisioned boiling his eyes out. Ramon's own eyes began to burn and he reflexively let go of his power. He felt a blade across his throat and froze. 

He kept trying to blink the pain in his eyes away, but they burned as if he had truly used his own magic to blind himself. He could only see the bright, red blur of her hair as she leaned over him and said, "Pleh niece."

"Unless you speak with an american accent, no one is going to understand you," the man said. Ramon couldn't understand the woman's thickly accented response, but he did realize she was speaking in a Scottish accent. He could also tell she was being very dismissive of the man's request. "Never mind. Get him up."

Ramon got up on one knee to stand more easily, but he felt a foot smack the side of his knee and force him back down. He was confused. How was he supposed to stand up if he was on his knees? He felt hands undoing his coat and then a hand touching his crotch through his pants. Ramon gasped in confusion as the hand started to massage his cold, limp dick. He understood what "get him up" meant. His mouth drew down as he thought there was no chance at all for him to get an erection while a sharp blade was against his jugular and his own magic was used against him.

The hand squeezed a few more times and then worked his zipper. Ramon grunted and shifted his weight between his knees as the cold fingers snuck into his underwear to touch his cock. The blade across his throat pressed in a bit more and he froze again. The fingers were persistently massaging him and he was soon starting to swell. The woman cooed in his ear, her tone of voice that of approval and encouragement, and, for a moment, Ramon found himself distracted from everything except her delightful touch.

His cock got rock hard and she fished it out of his pants. Ramon heard the man's voice comment, "Nice," and he nearly lost his erection at that. The woman's tiny fingers were hot by now and she pulled back his foreskin and began to tickle his most sensitive flesh. He stayed hard and moaned in delight. The blade was removed from his throat and the man said, "On your feet! Come on!"

Ramon stood up, feeling the girl's hand continue to stroke him the whole time. She bent over and he felt her hot breath on his dick, just moments before she kissed his tip. She started to tease him with quick, wet licks of her tongue on his underside and Ramon almost didn't notice his belt being removed by the man. Ramon recognized that he had a chance to fight back, but her tongue on his cock was driving him to distraction. His pants fell down around his ankles and he felt her send his briefs to join them. The man grabbed Ramon's arms and started tying his wrists together with his belt. Ramon's fear broke through the haze of lust in his mind and he started to fight for his freedom and, possibly, his very life.

His body immediately clenched in a violent spasm that locked him in place before he could do anything. "Now, now," he heard the man say, "don't be making a fuss!" Ramon couldn't even draw breath as his arms were tied together and then fastened to something on the underside of the bleachers above them. His lungs burned for air and sparks danced in the corners of his vision. Just as he was about to pass out, his body was released back to his control and he drew a great, big, shuddering breath. The woman's hand was playing with his dick the whole time and she kept going, even as he gulped air, trying to get his racing heart under control.

When she stopped and let go, Ramon took stock of his situation. He was blinded, tied up, naked and bereft of control over his own magic or body. His cock had been fondled in the most delightful way, but that didn't really make up for the fact that he was completely at the mercy of these redheaded assailants.

In the dark, with his eyes all but useless, he could not see what was going on around him, but he heard the rustling of cloth. Suddenly, the woman placed her hands on Ramon's shoulders. The man grabbed Ramon's hips from behind with his big hands and Ramon started to protest. The woman giggled, jumped up, putting all of her weight on Ramon's shoulders, and hooked her knees over the man's arms, at Ramon's sides. Ramon stopped complaining as he realized he could feel her naked thighs against his own. She leaned closer to him and he could feel her hot, moist breath in his ear. She smelled faintly of some flower Ramon couldn't identify. She supported her weight with one hand and reached down with the other to give Ramon a few more pumps and line him up with her pussy.

She lowered her hips down and slowly engulfed Ramon's erection. Ramon cooed with delight. She was tight and slippery at the same time. She put her other hand around his shoulders and pumped herself up and down his cock a few times. She then sank all the way down and stopped.

Ramon felt the man behind him, that was only holding him steady up until then, move. He felt something cool and slimy press against his behind, followed closely by something hot and hard. "No," he yelled as the man behind him pressed his lubricated erection against his sphincter. "Don't! Please! No!" The man kept increasing his pressure. Ramon tightened his sphincter as hard as he could, but the pressure was painful and overwhelming. The hard cock threatened to penetrate him at any moment. The woman chose that moment to start clenching around Ramon's still hard cock. She clenched and released her pussy walls and Ramon's concentration broke. His sphincter relaxed and the man's hard meat penetrated him, seemingly forever.

Ramon screamed in denial. He was being penetrated by a man, while a woman was riding his hard cock and that treasonous cock stubbornly refused to deflate. The man started to stab his cock into Ramon in short, evenly spaced bursts, giving Ramon the impression his cock was of infinite length and would burst from his mouth at any moment. The pressure in his ass was unbearable. Finally, he felt the man's pubes against his bare ass and that feeling gave him hope that his ordeal was over.

The redheads then began to both fuck him in earnest. The man behind him pumped his cock into Ramon's ass and the gorgeous redheaded woman rode his dick in the same rhythm, but with such zeal and range of motion that Ramon could almost forget about her partner. She was using all of her pussy to stroke and stimulate his cock and her cries of unadulterated lust were very distracting to Ramon. Helpless, Ramon let go and allowed himself to enjoy her performance. He had never, in all of his life, felt such a passionate woman on his cock.

After a few more minutes, Ramon realized that he was genuinely enjoying himself and that he was going to cum. He felt the redheads accelerate their rhythm and they rushed towards orgasm in a mad cacophony of flesh slapping against flesh, punctuated by male grunts and an almost continuous, feminine wail of delight. Finally, the man behind Ramon dug his nails into his hips and slammed all the way into him. Ramon felt his cock shudder and that drove him over the edge and he started to spray his cum into the redhead's shuddering pussy. The girl slammed herself all the way down his cock and came as well. The three of them shared a simultaneous orgasm for seemingly an eternity, before the men stopped. The woman kept yelping and shuddering on Ramon's dick for a while longer.

After she stopped, the man behind Ramon softened and slipped out. Ramon's dick softened in turn and the woman backed herself off of it. She slid her legs down to the ground and stood on her own two feet, even though she still held on to Ramon for balance. Their combined, loud breathing was all that was heard in the night air. "So," the man asked. "Did you get it?"

"Hm," the woman asked, distracted. Then she launched into a tirade that Ramon couldn't quite make out through her accent, but he surmised she must have gotten it, whatever it was, and that she was insulted the man had even suggested she might not have gotten it.

"All right," the man said. "All right. Talk to us! And talk in an american accent, so he can understand you and we can see if you got something wrong."

"Got what wrong, brother dearest," she asked, a bit angrily. Ramon shuddered as he realized the two were really blood relatives and they engaged in sex with the same person. They were obviously lunatics. He was suddenly scared for his life.

"Just go ahead and tell us what you've learned!"

"His name is Ramon Gutierrez," she said, and Ramon gasped in shock. How could she have possibly known his name? "He's a mercenary caster from Spain. He usually works security, as a hired hand, and likes to case out the valuables of his charges so he can come back later and steal them." Ramon shuddered upon hearing her say that so casually, as if his best kept secret was common knowledge. "He succeeded more than a few times. He likes to rape women and had never experienced a woman shuddering in orgasm upon his little dick until tonight." Ramon couldn't suppress a dismissive scoff at such a blatant lie, though a small, quiet part of his mind wondered if there could be truth to that statement. "He came here for the same reason as we did, to collect the humungous bounty offered for these six supercasters."

"Oh, did he now," the man said.

"We can work together," Ramon said, "split the bounty."

"Shut up," she said. "Do you want to know what he wanted to do with me?"

"Go on," he said.

"Nothing," Ramon protested. 

"Shut up," the man said to him.

"He wanted to rape me," she said, then leaned in to whisper loudly into Ramon's ear, "then kill me, and rape me again."

Ramon was completely aghast. "How do you know that," he cried.

"My brother and I are special," she whispered into his ear. "We can feel one another's pain and pleasure, just like identical twins do. But it goes beyond that. We can share our thoughts and magic. And when we fuck someone between us, like we just did you, we get to feel your orgasm, as well. And I can read your mind during our mutual orgasm. It's kind of like my brother's cum projects your thoughts, through your dick and into my pussy, where I can read them."

Ramon sobbed. He was doomed and his mind got too wrapped up in denial for him to even acknowledge what was going on anymore. She handed the knife to her brother and stepped aside. He stepped on Ramon's trousers, still wrapped around his ankles, and placed the blade against the side of his throat. "No," Ramon screamed as the man held him steady by his hair. The blade slowly drew across his neck and spilled his life's blood. Ramon thrashed wildly to get away, but he was still tied and his killer held his legs in place with his weight. The man stepped away from the corpse and wiped his blade on its clothes.

"Fancy a quick shag," she asked him.

"Let's sweep this campus and see if there's any more competition," he said. He pointed at Ramon. "This one was alone, right?"

"Yes," she said. "Of course he was."

"Well, we need to nix the competition before we start the hunt in earnest."

They removed the hanging corpse, dragged it to a dumpster and tossed it in. They stepped out into the campus and inspected each other's clothing for blood. Finding none, they turned around and resumed their sweep of the campus. Soon, they spotted a figure, around which they could see the tell tale emanations of a caster. They shared the exact same, predatory grin. "I'll take him from the front," she said.

"I'll take him from behind," he said.

M'bata was sitting at the counter of a diner in Jamie's home town and enjoying a slice of peach cobbler when his phone rang. He took it out of his pocket. The caller ID was that of one of the observers he had posted. He answered the phone, saying, "Yes?"

"Sir, it's Owen," the spotter identified himself.

"I know. Why are you calling?"

The spotter swallowed nervously and said, "It's Ray and Felicity McDonough, sir. They're here, at the campus."

M'bata's face fell and his lips moved in a silent swear. Those two lunatics were the last thing his operation needed. "What are they doing?"

"They're killing the other bounty hunters, sir."

"Fucking shit," M'bata swore aloud. No one in the diner paid him any mind. He had a habit of casting a glamour from one of his dreadlock fetishes whenever he was in the States. Not only did it prevent his face from being correctly recorded on camera, it also made everyone ignore the six and a half foot tall black man with leather and bone fetishes in his dreadlocks. Without it, everyone gaped at him like he was a circus attraction, and that went double for the people in small, american towns, such as this one.

M'bata drew a deep breath and said, "Keep observing." He hung up and thought about the twins. They could really put a wrench into the workings of his operation. His most challenging operation ever.

He had been given Section files on six young people and told they were the ones responsible for the attacks against their clinics. He wasn't told who the source inside Section was, but M'bata suspected the files might not have been on the level. For one thing, they documented the members of this little coven circumventing one of the most basic laws of magic, The Law of Numbers. Every person born with magic counted as one caster, regardless of how much mojo they wielded. When a spell was cast by two or more casters, no one caster could break it, regardless of how much raw power was wielded by that caster.

There were no exceptions to the law, as far as M'bata and the spirits of his ancestors knew, but certain casters were born to count as more than one, such as north american shapeshifters, which counted as two. The file on this coven said that the boy took out both of Section's shapeshifters. M'bata knew that to be impossible. The way he read the file on this coven's first assault against Section, he guessed the truth was that the five of them cast a spell together and overpowered the shapeshifters. If that even happened in the first place.

The second violation of the Law of Numbers in the file cast great doubt on it, in M'bata's view. The boy was claimed to have been able to dispel two spells cast by fifteen casters in a heartbeat, a feat that was impossible by any stretch of the imagination. M'bata concluded that the file was probably a clever fabrication by Section and that its intent was to draw out the strength of the Syndicate, lure it into a trap and destroy it. He hated considering that option as it meant that a second international coalition had assembled against them and was poised to eradicate them once and for all, without them having had a single clue of the net being drawn around them.

The only alternative was that the boy really counted as sixteen or more casters. M'bata knew of only two ways a caster could increase their count, and one that was by getting another adult caster to willingly drain themselves of every last vestige of their magic and give it to them. M'bata considered the four chesty girls that were part of the coven. This boy might have been using them to trick or seduce casters into giving up their magic. It seemed like a stretch of the imagination but, from what M'bata knew of young, american males, it was not that big of a leap in reasoning.

The other way was for someone to become a vampire. Vampires had the ability to transfer life force and magical power between people with just a touch. That never happened because everyone that became a vamp used that ability solely to feed their own, insatiable hunger for both of those things. All six of these young people freely entered structures, so no one was a vampire.

The most preposterous part of the coven's file gave credence to both theories. The coven was claimed to have captured a fresh vampire, a feat unheard of, ever since Jovan the Mad Serb had invented them. Either it was a preposterous lie placed into the file to draw suspicion away from the smaller lies, or this coven had actually done it and let the vampire get taken from them by a shapeshifter they could have easily dispatched.

M'bata surmised that if they had actually captured a vampire, then they must have given it to the shapeshifter, willingly, which meant that they were done with it. They could have used the vampire to get themselves instilled with other people's magics and increase their count, but how then did they defeat the vampire in the first place? And why would they stop? If they had a means of increasing their power, why would they simply give it up?

He ate another bite of cobbler and shook his head. This was, without a doubt, his most challenging operation ever. Section had constructed psychological profiles on the six and attached them to the file that M'bata was given. According to them, the six were self righteous vigilantes, a type of people M'bata loathed more than any other. As much as their abilities scared him, their insolence infuriated him. Upon reading that they supposedly hit their clinics out of a misguided sense of "justice", M'bata decided to throw himself into the task of bringing them down, with zeal and caution at the same time.

His first step was to abduct their families, have them tortured and deliver the films of it to the six. It was intended both as a message to everyone who needed to see what happened when one messed with the Syndicate, and to put the coven "on an emotional tilt", as american gamblers liked to say. If they had been bait in a Section sting, then that would show soon. If not, and they were a super strong mystery coven, it didn't hurt one bit to have their judgment clouded by emotion before an attack.

His second step was to share the information of who the coven members were and where they attended school, so mercenaries and bounty hunters from all over the world would congregate on this University and attack the coven. M'bata posted men to observe and record these engagements. He held no illusion about mercenaries being able to take this coven down, so he had promised a gargantuan bounty. What he needed was to force the coven into action so he could flush out their Section backup, if they had any.

In case the coven was real, it fell to M'bata to take them down and he needed to see how they reacted to attacks, before planning one of his own. And now he heard that Ray and Felicity McDonough were there, messing with his plan by killing other bounty hunters. He couldn't send his teams in to stop them, since that could tip his hand off and ruin his strategy for defeating this coven. He also had no agents that were able to discreetly take down the "twisted twins", as they were known among those that were in the know. He was the only one that could possibly take them down quietly. His mouth twisted in displeasure. He had business in this town, and no inclination towards altering his timetable. If these twins killed everyone else, then their fight with the coven might just give them information enough to make a plan.




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But that would still not be enough if the coven files turned out to be genuine, M'bata suspected. He wanted to see a succession of assaults, using different spells and tactics, so he could see how the coven adapted to different threats. He also suspected that the true strength of the coven might lie in the four young Americans that had enlarged their breasts with magic. That made everyone else discount them and focus on the boy and the asian girl. M'bata did not intend to overlook them, just because they had increased their busts. He needed to know things in order to create his plan of attack. 

"Those fucking twins," he muttered. He left money on the counter and stepped out into the night. With a final shake of his head, M'bata decided against going after the twins. Not only was he busy, he wasn't entirely sure he could take them on. Those two were plenty dangerous on their own.

Felicity McDonough sighed and started to disrobe. She was tired from a long day of snuffing out the competition and all she wanted was a hot bath. Unfortunately, the shabby motel room only came with a narrow shower stall. She stripped out of her winter clothing and stood in the motel room alone. Her brother Ray had gone to a convenience store, as Americans called shops, to get some snacks. She wore many bracelets, rings and necklaces, just like her brother did. Each piece of jewelry held within it a spell that protected and concealed them. She smiled as she held up her hand and examined one of the bracelets. It glimmered dully in the faint lamplight. It was proof that they were special. Every other caster had to cast and recast such spells over and over again, but not Ray and she. For them, the spells were permanent, so long as they cast them together.

Felicity removed her bra and stepped out of her knickers. She went over to the bathroom and caught her reflection in the mirror. She was wearing only her jewelry and it glowed alluringly around her figure. She looked like a harem slave and she pouted and posed invitingly. She smiled and hopped under the shower. After she washed off the grime of the day, she was going to get her brother to fuck her brains out.

She had a quick and functional shower, forgoing any opportunity to fiddle with herself. She wanted to leave that to her brother. Just as she got out of the stall and started to pat herself dry, she felt her brother becoming aroused. She stood still and concentrated on the feel of his mind and quickly confirmed that he was very aroused. She got very angry and jealous that he was getting a stiffy, while she wasn't with him. If there was some chesty, blonde bimbo draping herself over Ray, Felicity was going to cut her tits off and ram them down her throat. She stomped out of the bathroom and saw Ray sitting on the bed, watching some lesbian porno on the tube.

"Tha fook are ye de'en," she asked.

"I'm doing research," Ray said, distractedly.

"Aye, rehsehrch," Felicity said, anger in her voice, "Is tha' wha' they're callin' it nuadaze when yer gettin' arused buy sum fookin' bitches tha cannae even feyk an orgasm. Shame on ye, Rae McDonough! Shame on ye fer watchin' tha' when ye could be havin' this!" She dropped the towel and stood beside her brother in all her naked glory.

Ray's eyes turned away from the screen and roamed over her tight body. They especially lingered on her firm breasts that were heaving in anger. He glanced to the remote control in his hand and stopped the film. "First of all," he said, with long suffering patience in his voice, "speak with an american accent! We cannae be yellin' at each ootha' in Scots! It's unprofessional. Anyone could overhear us and pass the information that we're Scots on to the police. We're professionals. We're the best, precisely because we pay attention to that kind of detail."

"Fine," she conceded his point. She put her fists against her hips and cocked her head. "I suppose that watching lesbian pornos is another part of your guise as an average, ordinary, everyday Joe? Why'd you call it research, then?"

Ray held up the DVD boxes that were on the bed. "Don't you recognize these girls?"

Felicity rolled her eyes and sighed. She flopped down on the bed to sit next to Ray. "I've never spent more than an hour away from you, since the day we were born, Ray. When and where would I meet these porn stars, exactly?"

Ray smiled his self satisfied smirk, that he always wore when he figured out something Felicity hadn't. He tapped his finger against the photo on the cover and raised his eyebrows expectantly. When Felicity gave him an impatient look, he finally said, "It's the girls we're hunting! Four of them did lesbian pornos last year! Look!" 

Felicity took the DVD boxes in hand and looked at all the covers. Sure enough, the four girls' faces were scattered amongst those portrayed on the covers. "How the hell did you find these?"

"I glanced at the boobs on the cover of one of them and saw the brunette's face attached to them," he said, prompting Felicity's disapproving scowl. "Afterwards, the night clerk helped me find the rest of them. He's a big fan of the 'fab four', as he's given to calling them. They only did a few pornos, and only one of them features all four of them, but it does have a scene in which they do an orgy." Ray smiled suggestively at Felicity. "I was just about to get to that."

Felicity smiled back at him and lay back on the bed. She wiggled her way to the headboard, drawing Ray's eyes to her boobs, propped up a pillow and sat up to comfortably look at the screen. "Well, go on," she said, gesturing at the TV, "let's do our due diligence and finish our research."

Ray laughed and resumed the film. He stood up and started to take off his clothes. Felicity's eyes bounced between watching the screen and her tall, powerfully built brother undressing next to her. Finally, he was naked and his cock stuck straight out from his body. It swayed wildly as Ray propped up another pillow and sat up against the headboard, next to Felicity. They watched Helena, Sonya, Sandra and Rose undress each other on the screen and begin to lave each other with their darting tongues. Soon, Felicity's arousal matched her brother's. They both sat back and leisurely enjoyed the sensation of arousal, without touching themselves, or each other. The foursome on the screen soon started to get into it in earnest and Felicity's heart raced. "Thar nay feykin' it," she whispered, astonished.

Ray nodded absently. He too had never before seen actual lesbians actually fucking one another in a porno. He now understood and shared the night clerk's obsession with them. "I'm almost sorry we have to kill them," he whispered.

"Yeah," Felicity said. "Fucking waste."

"We could have fun with them before we do," he said.

"Yeah," she said with a smile. "It's the boy and the Asian that are the real trouble, if what we've been told is to be believed." Ray grunted in agreement. They sat still and enjoyed watching the rest of the scene. Felicity felt her juices drip down the crack of her ass. She glanced over to Ray and saw a drop of precum glistening on the tip of his cock. "Ray, I want to fuck a girl."

"Well, it's about the right time of night to go out and find some drunk girl coming home from a party," he said.

"No," she said, "I want to fuck a girl, right now!"

Ray turned his head and gazed deep in his sister's eyes. He smiled and said, "Ok!" They got out of bed and knelt cross legged on the floor. They scooted closer until their knees touched and then pressed their fingertips against one another's. They stared deep into one another's eyes and quietly chanted a spell of their own making. They did this for a few minutes, getting more and more excited with each second that passed. Finally, they blinked at the same time and gasped in delight as they switched bodies. 

Ray was now looking out of his sister's eyes and up at his face. Felicity curled his lips into a predatory grin and slowly started to stroke her swollen dick. Ray took a deep breath and enjoyed the sensation of such a sensitive weight on the front of his chest. His dainty hands crept up to heft and caress his breast. He gasped in delight as shivers ran down his spine. Felicity wasted no time. She got up, lifted him bodily and tossed him on the bed. She spread his thighs and took a deep whiff of the dew that was leaking from his pussy. She licked his slit from taint to clit and then penetrated him with her tongue.

Ray writhed in his sister's body, overwhelmed by the delightful sensations coming from his pussy. She put her hands on his tits and started to massage them gently and then pull on his nipples. Ray yelped in delight. He was getting so close to climax. When Felicity sucked his clit in her mouth and ran her raspy tongue over it, his body shuddered in orgasm for a full minute.

Before he was done with his pleasure, she loomed over him and aimed her cock into his gushing pussy. She hilted herself in him with one slow thrust, making him squirm. She propped herself up over him and they looked into each other's eyes. She looked down at her face and enjoyed seeing the post orgasmic flush on it. Ray heaved deep breaths as he looked up into his eyes, knowing his sister's malice when he saw it in them. It made him shudder in anticipation.

Felicity started to thrust in earnest, working Ray's pussy as only someone that owned it could. Soon, Ray came a second time. She suckled on his tits as he came and then pulled out and flipped him over. She lifted his hips and penetrated him from behind. She set a frantic pace as she slammed her meat into his pussy. Ray squealed and yelped from a combination of soreness and ecstasy. She let her body guide her as she kept increasing the pace of her frantic stabs. Her balls tightened and heat bloomed in her belly. She seized his smaller body with an arm around the breasts and sat him up to achieve maximum penetration. An explosion of pleasure ran up her spine from her dick as she spewed her seed into his pussy. Ray came again and she loved the shuddering of his soft body against hers.

She stayed hard and blinked in disbelief. They had both managed to hold on to the spell that swapped their bodies. Years of use made them able to hold on to it through an orgasm but it usually slipped from their grasp when they came together. She smiled a wicked smile and stood up. She pulled a heaving Ray from the bed and positioned him to kneel by the bed. She laid his upper body on the mattress and positioned her slimy cock into the crevice of his ass. "Hey, wait," Ray said. She stabbed into the asshole and it gave in almost immediately. Ray lifted his head and howled in protest.

"Shut up," she whispered into his ear, "you want this, or you'd let go of the spell."

"Yeah, but slow down, please," he said.

Felicity smiled her wicked smile and pulled out of his ass. Ray sighed in relief and she slammed into his ass with all of her might, making half the hard meat slide in. Ray's hold on his side of the spell slipped and she felt profoundly disoriented. In a heartbeat, she found herself kneeling under Ray with his cock painfully shoved up her ass. She let out a soft scream of protest and betrayal. "You let go on purpose," she said.

"Nay," was his reply. He pulled nearly all the way out of her and then slammed back in, insistently working the rest of his length into her. She snarled between her clenched teeth as her brother fucked her ass raw. He reached down and fingered her pussy until she came. Her sphincter tightened in orgasm so firmly that Ray couldn't move his dick anymore. Finally, her orgasm ended and Ray resumed his frantic thrusts, pushing the air out of her lungs with each ferocious thrust of his hips. When he felt the point of no return coming on, he pulled out of her ass, stood up and tugged on his dick a few times. He splashed his seed all over her back as he came.

She just lay there and cooed as she felt his hot essence splatter against her skin. He knelt back down and licked up all of his seed from her back, making her laugh as his tongue tickled her. He then rolled her over and pulled her head up by the hair. He slammed his semi-hard meat into her mouth and she immediately sucked on it. She licked it clean and gave it one final kiss. He lay down next to her and they french kissed for a few minutes, until sleep claimed him. Felicity spooned him and lay there, listening to his heartbeat. "I love you, brother," she said, before falling asleep herself.

Anne Grossman got off the phone. She turned around and looked at her stuffed panda bear. She hadn't played with stuffed animals in years, and the panda was nothing other than a decoration in her room, yet she suddenly felt the impulse to play with it. She rummaged through a drawer of her bedside table and found a pink bow. She put it on the panda and pretended it was a girl panda bear named Pam. She then gossiped with Pam about this and that, culminating with the juicy stuff she had just heard from her friend Suzie Jacobs.

Apparently, she was hidden in a safe location in a big city on the east coast and bad men were hunting for her to hurt her. Her brother got her a new pair of parents to take care of her and Anne confided to Pam that she was feeling a bit jealous at hearing Suzie was having so much adventure in her life. Just as suddenly as the impulse came, it passed. Anne realized she was talking to a stuffed animal and she took the bow off it and tossed it aside in disgust. She sighed and sat down at her desk. She turned her laptop on and went online.

M'bata pulled out of the bear and sighed in relief. "American girls are such a pain in the neck," he thought to himself. Back in his country, girls were women as soon as they got their first period and there was no more protection against magic for them. Here, in the States, M'bata couldn't use his fetishes to send a spirit to possess them until after they were eighteen. "Savages," he commented aloud at that state of affairs. These girls should be getting married, instead of keeping stuffed toys to play with. Unable to possess their minds directly, he had to expend a lot of his precious time and power on possessing their stuffed animals and gently nudging the girls to talk to the toys by masking his suggestions as child's play.

He shuddered and shivered in disgust at recalling some of the inane idiocy he had been exposed to in the past two days. He now knew way too much about boy bands. As far as he was concerned, all these "little girls" needed a firm, no nonsense, masculine hand in their lives, or they would never amount to anything but a waste of space. He hit the button on his speed dial. Sven answered. "I know where the little girl is," M'bata said.

In Bastion, Nova didn't stop or pause with cleaning and maintenance of the gang's firearms as it said, "Jamie, Anne Grossman just told a silent entity she called 'Pam' where Suzie is hiding." 

Jamie sighed heavily. He had ordered Nova to keep a tight watch on all telecommunications going on in his home town and especially to listen in on all phones even remotely connected to Suzie's friends, whether they were on or not. He had been baffled when the A.I. reported all of Suzie's friends talking to imaginary friends late at night. Then he surmised that the Syndicate was somehow making them do that in order to learn about Suzie.

He had Suzie make the call that would lead the Syndicate into his trap and they took the bait. He stood up and ran his hands through his salt and pepper hair. He looked around himself. Rose, Sonya and Helena looked just about ready to kill. Their helplessness and anguish had been spent and they were left with nothing but a simmering, murderous rage. He nodded. He would need their inner killer to come out soon. Sandra was still a teary eyed mess. She'd pull through when she was needed, Jamie had faith in her. The gynoid was taking care of the guns and Jamie knew it would snuff the Syndicate's operatives by the dozens, like it already had. He attached two concealed holsters to his belt, loaded two .45 M1911A1 Colts and holstered them. He shook his arms loose, cleared his throat and cracked his knuckles.

"Game on," he said, darkly. "Game fucking on."



A-Cup Angst Ch. 09



Mara stood on a cloud, high above the city. The Atlantic crashed against the shore and the winds carried a salty tang to her nose. She stood up straight as she noticed a bunch of clouds moving against the wind and coming her way. The clouds came near and she could make out the figures that rode them. Her spirit guide was on the first cloud and a dour faced elder rode each of the following. The clouds stopped just short of colliding with hers and arranged themselves in a semicircle surrounding her. Mara swallowed nervously as she looked at the elder spirits atop each of the surrounding clouds. Their faces bore grim expressions and their gazes were inscrutable. 

"The Elder spirits of your people call upon you," the otter said, "and you must answer the call." Mara drew a deep, shuddering breath of apprehension. "You are to become one with the lands of our forefathers. You are to save the group to whom you owe your life and see to it that these villains that preyed upon our people are undone."

Mara nodded her understanding. She was quite a bit nervous at the thought of killing people. The elders had demanded she do this and she couldn't think up of a way to deny them their request. She had banked her hopes on getting disqualified due to being half irish and only a quarter native. Plan A failed. She needed to come up with a way to get out of the obligation to kill people. She needed to first understand what the Elders were saying. "How do I join with the Earth Mother," she asked of her spirit guide.

In answer, her guide waved his paws at her cloud and it stopped being a solid thing under her feet. Mara fell through it faster than she could gasp in shock and fright. Once out of the cloud, she saw the ground come up towards her and her heart raced as fear took over. The wind whistled deafeningly as it rushed up past her ears. She shut her eyes firmly in denial and pain. Her breath hitched and she hyperventilated in a blind panic as her heart beat so fast she thought it would give out.

The cold air kept whooshing past her as she plummeted to the ground. She thought of her mother and how heartbroken she would be when she heard of Mara's death. Tears slid out of the corners of her eyes as she dared squint at the ground again. She could make out the details of the small park that she was plummeting towards. Her chest constricted in agony as her heart stopped working and her lungs seized up. Her face and body clenched up, for a brief moment, before going slack. The last thing she saw was the snow-covered ground rushing up to end her story.

The impact jolted her upright and she flailed her suddenly working limbs about herself. Her lungs worked and she screamed as loudly as she could. She realized with delight that her heart raced. It was working again. Her eyes recognized that she was in her dorm room bed. Mara gulped air in a blind panic and looked around, uncomprehending. Didn't she just fall to her death in a small park on the north side of town?

Julie entered her bedroom, naked from the waist down, and rushed to kneel by the side of Mara's bed, concern etched on her fine features. "Mara," she called to the brunette, "what's wrong?! Mara!"

Mara shook her head to clear it. "I'm okay," she whispered, still surprised. "I'm ok!"

"If you say so," Julie said. "What happened? You were screaming like a stuck pig!"

Mara waved off Julie's concern and said, "It was just a nightmare. I'm fine now."

Knocks were heard on their suite door and a voice asking if they're all right. "It's the R.A.," Julie said. "I'll go get rid of her."

"Yeah, thanks," said Mara. She took a deep breath to relax and was assailed by a strong whiff of pussy juice. She was momentarily confused, but then saw Julie walking out, her butt and legs completely bare. "Um, you might want to put something on."

Julie seemed to suddenly realize she had ran into Mara's room naked from the waist down. She tried to pull her tight T-shirt down to preserve her modesty, but it was too short. She blushed and flashed Mara a tight, embarrassed grin as she scampered out of her room. 

Mara sat in her bed, listening to Julie screaming at the R.A. through the door that they were fine and that she'll answer the damn door if she's given half a minute to do so. At last, the insistent knocks were replaced by muted conversation and then the R.A. barged into Mara's room to make sure Julie hadn't murdered her in her sleep. Mara flashed the woman a tight grin and apologized for causing a disturbance. The R.A. recommended a bunch of pills she could take if she felt anxious or depressed and even gave them the names of a few doctors who would be more than willing to prescribe them to her, or Julie.

Julie saw Mara's eyes roll and she put a stop to the R.A.'s impersonation of a pharmaceutical rep and ushered the still talking woman out the door. Mara groaned at the way her day started. First she had a nightmare in which her spirit guide betrayed and killed her and then she screamed so loud she alarmed half the dormitory and, apparently, interrupted Julie's early morning jilling. She huffed. On days like this, it was best to just stay in bed and lock the doors. However, she had projects due soon and she couldn't afford to slack off. Besides, she needed to come up with a way to help Jamie and she wasn't going to accomplish that by sitting still.

The morning routine in the dorm room was quiet and tense as both girls were too embarrassed to talk about the state Julie was in when she rushed to Mara's side. Mara was the first to leave the dorm room and she said, "Have a nice day!" as she left. She trudged down the stairs and hefted her book bag. She stepped out into the cold, morning air and found it to be refreshing. She looked up at the cloudy, gray sky and sighed. If it was blue, she might have thought her nightmare this morning had been an actual spirit journey. She took a deep breath and focused on her efforts to render assistance to Jamie and his girls. She had been told by her spirit guide that they would be killed soon, unless she intervened. She asked it how, when and where, but she had yet to receive an answer.

As soon as she stepped off the pavement to cross the quad, she was overwhelmed by sensations. She could feel the ants burrowing deep under the ground, the people walking across the campus, the pines and other evergreen plants swaying in the gentle breeze. "Holy fuck," she exclaimed. Her mind struggled to comprehend all that she was now feeling. She could feel every living thing in her vicinity that walked upon the earth. She had no nightmare this morning, it was a full blown spiritual journey. She was supposed to use this new perception of hers to aid Jamie and his girls. This was the how, she realized.

Mara turned her attention to the dormitory from which she came. She found that she could even feel the people inside it, if she concentrated, even though they were not in contact with the earth. She thought about Julie and suddenly felt her laying back in bed, her sweatpants pulled off again. A wet tongue was roughly licking her folds and she was squirming under its assault. Mara was momentarily confused, but then quickly felt the young man that was eating her roommate out. 

"That naughty bitch," Mara whispered to herself. Julie must have snuck a boy in last night and was now having a second round with him. Mara smiled in genuine delight at the fact that Julie, a victim of rape and mind wiping, was resuming a healthy sex life. She felt the boy roughly grope her tit and winced in sympathy. As good as it was that Julie was getting back into the saddle, Mara found her choice of bedmate regrettable. He was a good guy, made evident by the fact that he had sex with Julie the night before, spent the night and was eager for a repeat performance, yet his terrible technique and inability to pick up on Julie's cues made him a poor lover.

Mara wished the boy would touch Julie's breasts more gently and she felt him do so. She wished he'd tickle Julie's pussy with light flickers of his tongue and he did. Soon, she felt Julie get genuinely aroused. Mara got caught up in the proceedings and started to script out the boy's actions in her head. As soon as she thought back on what Jamie did to pleasure her when they had been together, the boy did it. Judging by Julie's reactions, Mara guessed he did it just right. Soon, Mara felt Julie crest towards an orgasm and then cum hard on the boy's plunging tongue.

She stood outside the dormitory and started fantasizing about her ideal fuck while paying close attention to what Julie and her lover were doing together. She was amazed that the boy seemed to do everything she imagined. He pinned Julie's hands above her head and fucked her hard, varying his rhythm, then he pulled out, turned her over and did her doggy style, while giving her clit a reacharound. Mara marveled at the boy's change in technique and approach. When she had started spying on the two of them, he was worthlessly inept, and now, Mara had felt Julie shudder through six strong orgasms.

She startled as it finally dawned on her that she was the one that was directing him and his actions. She was having sex with Julie by proxy. She gasped and looked around herself in embarrassment. No one was paying her any mind. She pulled her attention away from the coupling couple and jogged towards the library. As she struggled with her guilt and shame at having spied on her friend having sex and even intervening, she felt something. North of the campus, an otter was standing in a park. Mara could feel it, despite not having spared a thought to that side of town. She set aside her studies and roommate's sex life. Her spirit guide might have manifested in the physical world. This needed investigation.

Mara took a train towards the park and got off it less than a block away. Just as she started walking towards the otter, the presence dissipated. Mara ran towards where it was and found herself in a small park, ringed with mansion homes. She walked the park up and down, trying to find a single clue as to what was going on. Finding none, she decided she was just hallucinating and speculated it might have been a punishment for intruding on Julie's intimacy. 

As she was leaving the park, something kept nagging at the edges of her awareness. She stopped, turned around and gave the place a final once over. She was stunned to realize it was the same park in which she fell to her death in her dream. The sight of it coming up towards her limp, helpless body was forever engraved in her brain, like a map. "This must be the where," she said to herself. "I can sense and influence people, so that's the how. Now, I've only got to figure out the when."

Looking around at the homes of the rich and powerful was not going to yield any information, she decided, so she went down one of the side streets to find herself a perch from which she could observe the goings-on in the park.

"Silence," bellowed Jamie. His voice rang out in the suddenly quiet mansion. Nova and the girls immediately complied, leaving Helena as the sole source of miserable wailing. He had no inclination towards acting like a bereavement counselor. Not when a quick order could bring about the quiet he needed to think. Each human member of Jamie's group had received a second pair of films in which their parents were being tortured. They were remakes of the first tapes except that, this time, the Syndicate omitted the friendly questioning and replaced it with some light mutilation. Each envelope contained an ear and a finger that used to belong to their parents. 

Rose had been staking out the University mailroom in the hope that they could catch the second person the Syndicate charmed into delivering the packages to them. They'd save that person's life and get some intel from them. Unfortunately, the parcels with the discs and body parts were just dumped anonymously into a mailbox and delivered by regular mail. The films gave no clue as to their parents' location. They were still in nondescript rooms devoid of any natural light and external sound.

Jamie ran his hands through his salt and pepper hair. His patience was wearing thin. He had half a mind to go to D.C. and start torturing Section operatives to death until some of them finally started to investigate their parents' abductions and told them where they were. As the hours passed and Syndicate wasn't coming into his trap, he became more and more convinced that was the only course of action that would result in their parents being saved in time. He didn't particularly want to slaughter a bunch of supernatural cops, but they weren't lifting a finger to help him find his parents. He was beyond caring about collateral damage and innocent bystanders. As far as his grief stricken mind could see, everyone that wasn't actively searching for his parents was to blame.

"Jamie," Nova said, interrupting his dreams of vengeance, "Dana Moran just sent you an email." Jamie waggled his fingers and the gynoid recounted the message. "He says that six known mercenary casters, two domestic and four foreign, have been found dead on campus in the past thirty hours. Three unidentified corpses were also found, slain in the same way. He says Section brass is covering this up."

The email, despite Moran being a notorious liar, was all the excuse Jamie needed. He reasoned Section was killing Syndicate mercenaries to prevent Jamie from questioning them. He decided to go kill some people, as it was long overdue. "Pack up," he said, "we're going to D.C."

Just as Jamie exited the house, he saw them. They looked so much alike that it was immediately obvious they were related. They had vibrant, red hair of the exact same shade and their faces were opposite gendered versions of the same face. Even their bearings while standing on the sidewalk were identical. They both wore the exact same expression of surprise and sudden recognition when they saw Jamie exit the house. Their expressions, coupled with the fact that their auras were obscured, told Jamie they were hostile casters. 

The two wasted no time and cast a spell against Jamie, acting in unison. Sandra walked up behind Jamie and cast a counterspell, right alongside him. Jamie let loose one of his spirit powers and it took over the boy's aura and made him cast an incapacitation spell into the girl's. The redheads fell down. Jamie scanned the area and saw no one else suspicious, or without a discernible aura. "Get them inside," he said. Nova rushed over and picked up the man, carrying him inside with ease. Jamie hauled the woman onto his shoulder and followed the gynoid back inside.

He tossed her on the floor with a sickening thump that made her start moaning and twitching. "Get me some water," he said as he roughly removed all the jewelry from the girl. Sandra poured a glass and handed it to him. Jamie gave her a look and then took the glass to pour it out on the redhead's face. 

Her eyes slowly blinked open and she squinted up at him. "Hoo are ye," she asked. Jamie could read in her aura that she was half delirious from the spell and the recent landing on her head.

"I'm the guy that's going to torture you to death," Jamie said, matter of factly, "right alongside your kinsman."

"Ray," she asked. "Is he alright? Where are you, Ray? Ray!"

Jamie kicked the woman in the ribs so hard, her body reflexively rolled itself into a fetal position. She keened in agony for half a minute, before she passed out. Jamie kicked her over onto her back and then stood on each of her hands, digging his heels into them. He undid his zipper and took out his dick. The redhead started to stir and soon her face went from slack to scrunched up in pain. He peed on her face just as she opened her eyes and tried to get her bearings. She screamed in agony and rage as Jamie kept urinating right on her face while standing on her hands. She tried to kick him, but the sharp pains in her ribs stopped her from substantially lifting her legs.

Her eyes were shut and her lips were pressed tight while he peed on her. When he finished, she glared up at him. "Wear's me magick," she said.

Jamie stepped off of her and she immediately rolled to the side and brought her hands up to her face for inspection. Her eyes teared up from the urine and the pain. She blew cool air on her hands as it was the only thing she could do to try and lessen the pain.

Jamie gestured to Nova. "Hold him up," he said. "Is this Ray?" The redhead looked over to them and her face betrayed her panic and concern. "I take it you care about him." The girl on the floor blinked repeatedly to clear her eyes and then reluctantly nodded. "You will answer my questions truthfully and quickly, or I will have him killed in the most agonizing fashion, while you helplessly watch. Understand?"

The redhead nodded and lowered her face to the floor, unable to look at the man being held up by the Asian. Jamie said, "Punch," and Nova punched Ray in the gut so hard it knocked all the air out of his lungs and made his body convulse. His eyes shot open and he feebly struggled to get some air.

The redhead looked up at the strangled gasping and screamed. "Stop it," she begged. "Don't hurt him! Let him go!" Jamie nodded and Nova grabbed one of Ray's flailing hands and began squeezing it. Ray's face was a rictus of agony and the gynoid slowly increased the pressure on his fist. "Please! Please, don't!"

Jamie crouched by the redhead. "Every time you don't answer one of my questions," he said, "your precious Ray gets hurt. Understand," he asked pointedly.

The redhead blinked away her tears and nodded. "Yes," she said. "Yes, I understand."

Jamie nodded in satisfaction. "What's your name," he asked.

"Felicity McDonough," she said.

"What's his name?"

"Ray McDonough."

Nova confirmed that they are wanted criminals in the UK, under those names. Jamie decided to ask the redhead some obvious questions so as to calibrate the improvised polygraph Nova was administering at the moment. "Is your hair color red," he asked Felicity.

She drew up her eyebrows in confusion but quickly said, "Yes! Yes, I'm a natural redhead! We both are! This is our natural color."

"What is your relationship?"

"We're brother and sister," Felicity said, then quickly added, "Twins."

"Their pulses just spiked," Nova said. "It indicates that they might be keeping an aspect of their relationship hidden." 

Jamie nodded, having seen the same thing in Felicity's aura. "Punch," he said. Nova let go of Ray's fist, only to backhand him across the face so hard he nearly flew out of her grasp. Strands of his blood sailed through the air.

"Stop," Felicity screamed through her tears. She rolled over and tried to get up to help her brother but Jamie stood up and stepped on her back, pinning her in place, face down. "Please stop! Please, please, please, don't hurt him any more! I love him! He loves me! We love each other! We're lovers, alright? We fuck!" She stopped moving and put her face down on the floorboards as she sobbed.

Jamie stepped off of her and crouched back down. He petted her long hair, making her flinch. When she finally stopped sobbing and craned her neck to look up at him, he smiled at her. "There, there," he said. "That wasn't so hard. Was it? All you have to do is tell the truth and he'll be alright." Felicity nodded and wiped her tears. She flexed her fists. The feeling was returning to her hands. She looked over to see Ray starting to come to in Nova's grasp. "Are you with Section?"

"What," she asked. "The Americans? No. We're not with them."

"True," said Nova. "Ninety percent certainty."

"Nay tell 'em anythin'," Ray said. "Ye tell and we die!" Jamie nodded and Nova punched Ray again. This time Ray stayed conscious, but his legs gave out. His face was awash with agony as he tried desperately to get his legs to support his weight again, before the hair atop his head, by which Nova was holding him up, was uprooted.




A-Cup Angst Ch. 09



"Then why are you here," Jamie asked. Felicity opened her mouth but hesitated with her answer. "Kick." Nova let go of Ray and kicked him before he could fall. His body sailed across half the room and landed against the couch. Felicity screamed again and Ray groaned feebly, between his coughs. "Vader." Nova picked him up by the neck and actually held him aloft. "Talk, or he starts losing parts."

"Please," Felicity said, weeping. "Please, kill me first! I can't bear to see him die! Please, kill me first!"

Jamie grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her face up to meet his glare. "You both recognized me," he said, spittle flying into her brown eyes. "You're both here to attack us, aren't you! You're with the Syndicate! Answer me!" 

"Whatever we came here fer," Felicity said through her sobs, "we're nay gonna do it! Let us go and we'll never bother ye again. Please! Ahm beggin' ye."

Jamie shook his head and said, "Fuck this! I haven't the patience for it. Nova, this young lady is now going to cast the modification ritual. You are to keep a tight grip on Ray, there, and watch her do it. If she tries to do anything other than cast this ritual, if she so much as mispronounces a single line or puts the wrong fucking accent on even a single syllable, you are to snuff Ray right in front of her eyes and then cripple her and leave her alive for me to torture some more. The rest of you, clear the room!"

As the girls left the big front parlor, he retrieved a book from their bags and leafed through it until he found the appropriate page. He tossed the ritual on the floor in front of her and said, "You have ten minutes to cast this, naming me in it, and ask for green eyes, or Ray dies right in front of your big, brown peepers." He left the room, closing the door behind himself. He released the hold on her power and put his bluetooth earpiece in. He spoke into it, "Patch her through." Nova transmitted Felicity's shaky voice into his earpiece as she cast the ritual and asked for green eyes. During the price naming part of the ritual, Jamie named, as her price, becoming his obedient slave for the rest of her life and the life force needed to change her eye color.

The soft chants of the ritual calmed Felicity down and her rational mind began to reassert itself. She wasn't going to just let these people hurt her brother and get away with it. She had no intention of running away. She was going to get Ray out, too. She just didn't know how, exactly. She went through with the ritual, using her own power, but she covertly tried to draw on her dazed brother's power. It was blocked off from her just as it was blocked off from him. Felicity kept chanting as she tried to think of something to do. Her only option was to try and fight their way out, but considering the Asian's strength and the fact that this Jamie guy took them out in a heartbeat, she didn't like their odds. She might get away, but Ray was going to get killed for sure. 

She finished the ritual and tossed the book aside. With all the speed and power her rage at seeing Ray in danger could give her, she cast a line of heat at the Asian's wrist, intending to sever her hand from her. Her desperate spell had no effect and the door opened at the same instant.

Jamie let loose a power spirit and it took her aura to stop her from casting again. She crumpled to the ground in fresh agony. "Set him down," he ordered Nova, "and keep him quiet." The gynoid set Ray down on the couch and loomed over him. Ray coughed and massaged his abused neck. Jamie picked up Felicity and bent her over the desk in the corner, face down. He undid her pants and tore them off. He ripped her panties off and Felicity fought through her agony to try and fight back against Jamie. He easily held her down and used his magic to make himself hard.

He slammed his hard on into her and enjoyed hearing her wail in misery. He raped her for a few minutes before he came. His orgasm drained him of his life force and almost immediately he felt it restored. He pulled out of her and let his cock soften. He put himself away and grabbed the girl. He lifted her and she smiled at him. Her radiant smile reached up to her green eyes and Jamie nodded in satisfaction. She was his slave now. He glanced over to Ray and smirked at seeing him glare at him, powerless to do anything more.

"Okay," Jamie said. "Tell me why you're here, Felicity. Leave nothing out of your story."

Felicity took a moment to collect her thoughts and then said, "We are in this house because we came here to kidnap your baby sister and ransom her to the Syndicate. We are in this city because we heard of a huge bounty offered on your head and the heads of everyone in your coven."

Jamie looked over to Ray. He smirked at the redhead's expression of panic. When he looked over to the other girls and the murderous hatred on their faces, his smirk faded. "Cool it, girls," he said. "She's mine now. You were going to ransom Suzie to the Syndicate? Didn't they send you after her in the first place?"

"No," Felicity said, shaking her head, "they sent an operative of their own to scout out this place and then they were going to attack in force and get Suzie."

"Where's this operative," Jamie asked, alarmed.

"He's dead," Felicity said. "We put his corpse in a dumpster behind the department store."

"Wait a minute," Sandra said. "Did they kill the other mercenaries? The ones in Moran's email?"

Felicity looked to Jamie and when he nodded, she said, "Yes. We killed eleven guys that were trying to take our bounty." Sandra whistled low in astonishment. Felicity had the good grace to look down, embarrassed at confessing she used to hunt her master and owner. "Sorry about that."

"Sto-," Ray called out hoarsely before Nova silenced him again.

"Back to this operative," Jamie said. "He told you where to find Suzie before you killed him?"

"Yes."

"See," Jamie said to the girls. "This is what we need! A competent interrogator! How exactly did you get him to talk?"

"We didn't," Felicity said. Jamie's face fell. "I read his mind."

Jamie's eyebrows rose in astonishment. His girls gasped behind him. "How," he asked.

"Ray fucked him up the ass," Felicity said, "while I rode his cock. Ray and I timed our orgasms to happen when the operative's did. Usually, when Ray and I experience a simultaneous orgasm, we can read each other's mind. When we experience a mutual orgasm with someone between us, I can get a brief, but strong glimpse into the third person's mind." Jamie gaped in astonishment. He had never before heard of someone reading a caster's mind. Especially not through sex. "That's how we knew where to find Suzie and how much she means to the Syndicate. We had to move quick to get her before they did."

"Wait," Sandra said. "They're coming here?"

"Yes," Felicity nodded. "The operative we questioned had to make sleeping arrangements for thirty four people and he knew that the majority of those were magicians. They are all coming to this city today. Their first assignment is to come here to get Suzie and then they are going to plan an ambush for you guys and use her as bait."

"Excellent," Jamie gleefully drawled. He was eager to get some killing done and he was very glad to hear his future victims were coming to him. "When is this operative supposed to report in?"

"What time is it," Felicity asked.

"Fourteen twenty three," Nova said.

"He was supposed to call in twenty three minutes ago," Felicity said.

"Fuck," Jamie swore. "When did you two get him?"

"At about eleven," she said.

"Well, what were you doing between then and now," Jamie asked.

"We went for lunch and then we had a quick shag," Felicity trailed off.

"How was he going to make the call," Jamie asked.

"Cellphone."

"Where is it?"

"We dumped it with the body," she said.

"Did you get the numbers that were on the cellphone," he asked. Felicity shook her head no. They didn't even write down the operative's cellphone number. Jamie rolled his eyes. If these two redheads had gotten a single phone number from that cellphone, Nova would have finally gotten its hooks into the Syndicate's network and that would be almost certain doom for them. The late operative didn't know, by heart, the name of any of the other operatives that were coming and had reserved the rooms without leaving names, but by using charm magic on the receptionists.

Jamie snarled in frustration. These two redheads had such a spectacular interrogative tool between their combined crotches and they used it so poorly. Rose and Helena asked Felicity about the bounty on their heads and the bounty hunters, but that info was all but irrelevant. Jamie ordered her to answer them all the same. Thirty four operatives of the Syndicate were coming to town and they were likely to converge on this house and Jamie's trap. He was waiting for them and he was going to kill them all. 

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He needed to save their parents. He needed to find out where they were being held. He glanced at Felicity, answering all of his girls' questions, and then at Ray, looking at his sister with heartbroken anguish. Jamie decided he wasn't going to let such an interrogative tool pass through his hands. "Ray," he said, "you alright there?" Ray's eyes darted all around in a blind panic. How was he going to rescue his sister without his magic? "Take off his protective jewelry." Nova stripped Ray of all his trinkets. Ray didn't resist, clearly intimidated by the strange asian woman's super strength.

Jamie read the emotions in Ray's aura and nodded to himself. The man would give up his life to save his sister. "Felicity," he said and drew his gun from his warded holster, "take this gun." The redhead stood up and took hold of the gun. "Work the safety and slide." Felicity released the safety on the gun and chambered a live round. "Show your brother the ritual you cast just now. Have him ask for green eyes and name you in it. While he's casting it, put your gun against your head and blow your brains out if he messes it up even the slightest bit. Kill yourself if he doesn't complete the ritual within the next ten minutes, or if he tries to escape or fight." 

He bent down and whispered into Felicity's ear, "You are going to name as his price, becoming my obedient slave for the rest of his life and half the life force required for his eyes to change color. When he fucks you later, cum as soon as you can."

Jamie stood up straight and said, "Nova, you stay here and kill Ray if Felicity shoots herself." He left the room, followed by his girls. They closed the doors behind themselves and Jamie released his hold on Ray's magic. He heard, through his earpiece, Ray begging Felicity to put the gun down or use it to save themselves. Felicity quickly calmed her brother down and got him to cast the ritual. She reminded him she loved him and told him everything would be all right and that they were going to be together forever. Jamie listened to him casting and smiled at the price named.

After the ritual was complete, Jamie reentered the room and held an admonishing finger up towards Ray. "Nuh, uh, uh, Ray, my boy," he said. "Don't even think about it! Look at your sister and her gun. She'll kill herself if you try anything. Won't you, my dear?"

"Yes," Felicity said.

"Please," Ray said, "let her go! Please! Don't make her shoot herself! Please!"

"Shut up," Jamie said. "Here's what's going to happen! You are going to get hard and fuck your sister while she holds a gun to her head. You are to fuck her until she cums. If you try to touch her gun hand, she will blow her brains out. Got it? Okay, get hard and start fucking!"

Ray stood there and silently cried as his eyes darted between Felicity's smiling face, her loaded gun, the cold expression on Jamie's face and the silent Asian without an expression on her face. "I'm running out of patience," Jamie said. "Felicity, count slowly to twenty. If your brother doesn't start fucking you by the time you finish counting, tell him your death is his fault and kill yourself." Felicity smiled and started to slowly count. She sat on the desk and lay back, spreading her naked thighs wide. Her recently abused pussy was on display and beads of moisture were showing.

Ray's mouth fell and his eyes shot wide open. "I can't," he screamed. "I can't get hard like this! No man can! Please stop this! Let my sister go! I'll do anything! Please!"

Jamie made a face and said, "Anything? You won't even fuck her. I thought you liked fucking her."

"Please," Ray begged. His shoulders shook with silent, wracking sobs. "No! Don't! Not like this! Please, no!"

"You were coming here to take my baby sister captive and sell her to the Syndicate monsters," Jamie said, darkly. "Either fuck your sister, or watch her die!"

"I can't," Ray screamed. Jamie cast a spell and Ray's cock came to life. Ray bent over to lessen the painful pressure on his erection. Felicity was reaching the teens and Ray ripped open his zipper and pulled out his cock, making himself wince in pain. 

Just as Felicity said, "Eighteen", Ray put his cock to the entrance of her pussy. He shot a final, pleading glance at their audience and Felicity said, "Nineteen." Ray pushed himself into her and slowly began to work himself in and out of her hot, wet pussy. He shut his eyes in desperation and allowed himself to think everything would be all right. He let the superb feel of his sister's silky snatch take away all of his pain, as it usually did. He started to fuck in earnest, ignoring their audience, and Felicity shuddered in orgasm on his shaft. Ray's eyes shot open in a panic, as he feared her accidentally blowing her head off. He felt a bit dizzy, for a moment, and then he felt weak.

His sister was still climaxing on his shaft by the time he got his bearings. He was now Jamie's obedient slave. He relaxed, feeling all of his fears go away. He glanced questioningly at his master. He wanted to finish fucking his sister but he didn't feel sad when he saw Jaime's slight shake of the head. He pulled out of Felicity as soon as she stopped clenching on his meat. "Safety the gun and set it aside," Jamie said. Felicity obeyed his order. Jamie holstered it.

Jamie ordered the twins to always obey him and work with his other slaves. He had Rose recite the current set of orders under which the girls operated. He gave those same orders to the twins and they nodded eagerly. He then had the girls bring the twins up to speed with their situation and all the preparations they had already made. Jamie considered the Scots in the room. They were older than him and his girls and they had quite a body count to them. He reminded himself of his recent revelations. He couldn't do everything by himself. He decided to ask for their input on tactical matters. The Scots pretty much approved of all of their preparations, having very little to add to them.

When Sandra showed them their warded jewelry, Ray and Felicity commented on the similarity to their own wards. Jamie held his hand out. Sandra handed him some of the twins' jewelry. Jamie's eyes went wide as he saw that their wards were also permanent and as pretty as the ones he cast together with Sandra and Rose. The twins had been born with equal power, making them capable of casting permanent wards. That also meant that they could both store up sorcerous spirits like he could with his girls. He saw no reason why they should not. 

He ran a scenario in his head. He could assault the Syndicate with the redheads standing by his side, each of them wielding ten sorcerous spirits. "Well, eight in Felicity's case," he thought to himself as he looked at her slender fingers. They would crush everyone that stood before them, even if they were a vampire. He would be utterly unstoppable. The gynoid leading, the redheads flanking him and Sandra and Rose on support...

Jamie's eyes shot wide open as he looked to Rose and Sandra. The two of them, put together, wielded the same amount of power as he. Why didn't he have one of them drain the other of that magic? If he had done that, then that girl could also store up power spirits and they could have been waltzing around with twenty stored up power spirits, instead of his ten. A quick glance at their fingers told him whichever girl he picked would only be able to fit four pairs of drawings on each of her rings. "Ok, so eighteen instead of twenty," he thought to himself.

He lay down on the couch and closed his eyes, barely listening in on the twins and the girls sharing info. How could he have been so stupid? Why didn't he think of this before? Such potential power was in his grasp this whole time and he had never, ever thought of it. Had he been afraid of putting so much power in the hands of one of the girls? They were his obedient slaves. They'd never use it against him, or his stated will. He simply didn't think of it sooner. "Cause I'm a fucking eeejit," he thought to himself. Jamie huffed and covered his face with his hands.

He was drained from the emotional roller coaster of the day. First he had that disturbing nightmare, then he got the recordings of his parents' torture and had been consumed with his desperate need to save them. Then he got angry cause he had no one to help him. Just now, he got the twins and felt hope that he would succeed in freeing their parents. He also felt anxious for the Syndicate to finally attack so he could get on with it. In the last minute, though, he felt like the dumbest cunt to ever walk on the face of the Earth. He beat himself up over his past failings for a few more minutes, until he couldn't help but overhear all the things he did, that the girls were recounting to the twins.

He conceded that he wasn't so stupid. He just needed to keep his pride in check and use the logical side of his brain for more than just making artificial intelligences. Besides, now wasn't the time for regrets, or experimentation and reorganization. Syndicate's attack was imminent. He took a few minutes to think on how best to incorporate the twins into their battle plans and then got up and started issuing orders. He bottled up all of his emotions and set aside his revelations. His blood was calling.

Felicity and Ray took to his orders like a fish to water and the eight of them were quickly forming a fearsome fighting machine. The redheads expressed their apprehension at fighting so many Syndicate operatives at once, since their strength lay in taking down their targets one by one. They asked how the eight of them could possibly defeat so many casters that will undoubtedly be backed up by marksmen with ammo enchanted to penetrate any magical shield. 

Jamie took his dog tags off and they marveled at his eight stored spirit powers. Jamie smirked and replaced his dog tags. "That's how," he said. "You'll be taught how to store your power at a later date. First, we need to slaughter these assailants." The gang settled in to await the assault.

In a mansion directly opposite theirs, Sven Magnusson answered the back door. "Oleg," he happily greeted. "How good it is to see you!"

"You too, Magnusson," Oleg answered. "You too."

"Come in, come in," Sven urged as he stepped aside. Oleg entered the house. Sven looked out at the thirty four people that stood in the back alley. "Is this everyone?"

"Yes," Oleg said. "Where do you want us?"

"Downstairs," Sven said and pointed to the stairs. "We're convening in the basement."

"But we're attacking tonight, right," Oleg asked.

"Yes, yes," Sven said. "Jonathan will be here, any minute now, and brief us all."

"Okay," Oleg said and signaled. His men slowly filed into the house and went down the steps to the basement. Once inside the basement, they met with more than a dozen Syndicate hired hands that were already there. The men had been sampling non alcoholic refreshments and finger foods that the family to whom the house belonged was serving them. They passed the time by pinching the hostess and groping her two maids, or by playing pool at a table in the corner. 




A-Cup Angst Ch. 09



When they saw Oleg's men come down the stairs, they dropped what they were doing and greeted their reinforcements. Everyone engaged in polite conversation to get to know their comrades. After about fifteen minutes, Sven's radio said, "Sir, M'bata Jonathan is approaching."

"Copy that," Sven said into his radio and went back upstairs to greet their boss. Everyone else made themselves as presentable as possible. They sent the charmed family and their servants upstairs, where they would be out of the way. 

In a few minutes, M'bata came down the stairs, followed by Sven. He took a few appraising looks at the assembled troops. "Listen up," he called. "I am going to tell you why you are all here!" Everyone waited for his next words, anxiously. They had all heard the rumors of attacking a supercoven, or some such. M'bata smiled a wide smile. "We are going to teach Section a lesson! They fabricated a story about some coven that was supposedly attacking our interests, when it had been their doing, all along."

The gathered men relaxed upon hearing his words. They all had extensive experience with guardians of supernatural law and order worldwide. They weren't frightened of them. "Sir," Owen, the leader of the observers spoke up, "are you sure about this?" M'bata's dark eyes landed on Owen and everyone else inched away from the suddenly unsure Englishman. "It's just that... We have been observing here and... It's not like Section to use people as bait and then not give them protection."

M'bata leveled a death glare at Owen. Everyone took a step away from the plump, middle aged Englishman. M'bata nodded at Owen's comment. "True," he said. "That is not their way."

Owen's eyes darted nervously between M'bata and his own, formerly loyal, subordinates. "Well, then, there you go," he said and nervously licked his lips. He had no choice now but to stay the course and argue his point. "It's not Section, is it then? There's no backup... There's no Section trap."

Owen took a step back at the heat in M'bata's glare. "No backup, Owen," M'bata asked. "Then what are Section's alpha and beta strike teams doing right next to the campus of the University the coven is attending?" Owen's face fell. His limbs shook with a mortal chill as his heart beat faster than a hummingbird's wings. "Is it a random camping trip? Are they there to simply expand their knowledge? Learn new things? No, Owen. They are there in full tactical deployment, led by the two shapeshifters. And how come you and your team didn't see them?"

Owen was taking quick, shallow breaths as his gaze fell to the floor in front of him. He had failed M'bata and that meant just one thing. He couldn't find the courage to face his death. "We," he stammered, "w-we were ordered to observe the engagements with bounty hunters..." Owen's voice trailed off as his hand drew his own straight razor from his vest pocket. He looked at his hand in horror as it flicked the blade open and brought it up higher, towards his throat. His hand didn't obey him and his other refused to intervene, as well. "No! No! No!" His cries of denial ended when his own hand slit his throat from ear to ear. Owen gurgled and collapsed. His blood started pooling on the floor.

Everyone was staring in horror at yet another demonstration of M'bata's power. They inched away from the dying man and the expanding pool of blood. The silence was finally broken by Oleg, who said, "So, it's a trap and we go home, yes?"

"No," M'bata said.

Oleg took a look around the basement. His group was there and they were strong casters who had been fighting together for a long time now and he had every confidence in them. Owen's group never had much of a reputation, and if they missed a host of lawmen under their noses when their mission was to observe, then he was sure they would be of no use in a fight against them. "M'bata, if it was only one of those teams, and there were no shapeshifters," Oleg said, "then we could fight them for you, maybe even win. But both of their elite teams? And those two old shapeshifters?" Oleg shook his head. "We will lose. For sure."

M'bata's dark eyes settled on Oleg. The Belarussian stood his ground and all but defied the boss to strike him down. His group had not only pulled jobs and acted as enforcers, they also fought together as mercenaries and those bonds were not likely to break. If M'bata went after Oleg, his men would kill him in a heartbeat. 

M'bata smiled his lopsided smile, the one that Oleg knew meant the tall man had already played an ace from his sleeve. Oleg smiled as well and shook his finger at him. "What did you do," he asked, playfully.

M'bata ran his hand through his fetishes and made them rattle. "I cast a spell," he said. It was a huge understatement as M'bata had nearly crossed over to the spirit world permanently, while weaving his great work of magic. "They will not be bothering us until the dawn. We have all night to make our statement." The mercenaries laughed in relief, partly eager to lighten the mood after Owen's death, partly glad to hear the long hand of the law had been dealt with. None doubted M'bata's claim.

"Sven, make it official and call off the bounty on the coven," M'bata said. Sven nodded and went upstairs to make the calls. M'bata addressed the troops. "You've probably all been poking your noses where they didn't belong and have heard about this coven that was claimed to be attacking our interests. Well, never mind that. It's actually a good thing, because we are going to use that fake file to script our assault tonight.

"The bait coven is holed up in a mansion, like this one, on the other end of the park. The boy, Jamie, is stated to be fascinated by rift spells and to have asked everyone he came across about them. We will open by disintegrating him with a rift spell. Oleg, your group is to construct the rift. You will run it, since you count as... How many people did you get to drain themselves for you?"

"Only three," Oleg said.

M'bata nodded and continued, "Since you count as four casters. I want you to disintegrate half the boy and leave half his corpse for Section to see."

Oleg asked, "Nineteen casters just to take out one warlock with a rift spell?"

M'bata nodded in agreement with Oleg's questioning of a tactically unsound move. "We are not here to do battle," he said "we are here to send a message to Section. They wanted to flush us out and capture us and use us to bring down our organization. We will slaughter their bait, right under their noses, so everyone knows what will happen to them if they ever try this again. Next on the list is the asian girl who is claimed to be able to defeat all destructive spells. I want all the casters from Owen's group to slam raw destruction spells into her. I want only a crater left where she once was.

"Remember, you are to target her with the spells, not her surroundings. I want her tiny remains scattered in an even circle so everyone knows that no asian bitch can resist our magic. Not ever. Finally, the four big breasted girls I will deal with, personally. I shall make two of them attack the other two and then the sharpshooters will kill the survivors. I want this to be over with in an instant. Everyone clear?"

The assembled nodded as one. Oleg asked, "We breach the perimeter with the rift?"

"No," M'bata said. He had managed to possess a kitten, with the use of one of his fetishes, and sent it to investigate the house in question. He made the kitten meow pitifully outside the door and one of the big breasted girls took it in to give it a saucer of milk. As soon as the kitten was taken across the doorstep, M'bata was slammed with enormous feedback from the numerous wards that were placed on the house. He had managed to maintain his link for a few seconds and determine that the place was laced with so many traps and wards that an army of vampires wouldn't stand much of a chance against the coven, while they were inside. 

The effort to maintain the link and investigate the house's magic preparations drained him more than anything he had ever done before in his spellslinging career. It took even more effort than his spell, worthy of an epic, that made all of Section's finest run around in circles, instead of doing their duty. He had reached the edge of his ability and power, even before he had to possess Owen's hands in order to punish him. "I only have two more spells to cast and then I will rest," he told himself. 

"Their dwelling has all the protection that Section could cram into it," M'bata said. "I will draw them out in the open and there we will take them. Out in the open, so Section has an even tougher time of covering it up. Sharpshooters, choose your positions so you have a clear shot at the coven as it comes out of the mansion and towards the piled snow! Go and take up your posts!" The marksmen from both Owen and Oleg's group picked up their blankets and rifles and went to climb the nearby rooftops. "Let Sven know when you are ready!"

"How will we get the coven to leave their protection," Oleg asked.

M'bata just smiled his lopsided smile and Oleg nodded in understanding. Sven came down the stairs and turned to M'bata. "It's done," he said, "the bounty is recalled. It'll take a few days for word to make all the rounds, but it's done."

"Good," M'bata said, "good. Let me know when the sharpshooters are in place, we move out when they're ready." He walked over to a table with food on it and sampled some.

Jamie sat in the bay window of the mansion and looked out at the park. Dusk was gathering and the snow was starting to twinkle under the street lights. There was no sign of Syndicate's baddest coming. He was eager to kill some bad guys and impatient to get to it. He needed them to come so the twins can fuck information out of them. Helena sat next to him. "How are you feeling," she asked.

Jamie glanced at her face and then his eyes fell to her bosom. "Where's your vest," he asked.

"I can't spend the whole day in a bulletproof vest, Jamie," she said. "It's uncomfortable and it-"

"Put it back on," he said, his voice cold. Helena rolled her eyes and went to do it. She knew better than to argue.

Jamie's eyes followed her ass as it swayed out of the room. He heaved a big breath. He missed the feel of her flesh quivering in his grasp. As soon as he got their parents back and punished all those responsible, he was going to resume his old habit of incessantly fucking his slave girls. He looked over to the Scots on the couch. Felicity was stroking the fur of the purring kitten that Rose had taken in. At first glance, Jamie perceived the kitten as a threat and nearly toasted it in Rose's hands. He didn't know why he had such a reaction to the little ball of fur. He loved cats, and kittens were the cutest thing there was, as far as he was concerned. After a few moments, his instincts to snuff the kitten had passed and he had let it stay with them.

"Isn't it cute," Felicity said with a smile.

"I say you should toss it out," Ray said. "It'll impede us in our fight."

"What have you got against cats, Ray," Jamie asked.

"Nothing," the Scot said, "I love 'em like everyone else in this house does. That's the problem. The warm, fuzzy feelings it gives us will make our spells softer in the fight."

Jamie blinked and frowned at him. "Say, what?!"

Ray and Felicity stared back at him, unsure of what to make of Jamie's statement. Finally, they decided it was an order to explain Ray's position. Ray said, "Well, every caster's spells are, in some small part, affected by his or her state of mind at the time of the casting."

"Bullshit," Jamie said and snorted in derision, it sounded like new age hokum to him. "You can't be serious." He rubbed his fingers together and fed his magic into the heat generated by the friction. A small flame came to life above his hand. "A flame is a flame, whether I'm happy or sad. Look at it! I woke up with a nightmare, then I got a tape of my parents being tortured, raped and mutilated, then I took slaves and now I'm eager to kill or capture a bunch of bad guys. For all of the strong emotions the day has put me through, this flame is constant. I could have ignited it at any time and it would have burned the same."

Ray and Felicity shrugged as one. "There's flames and then there's flames," Felicity said. "The girls say that your actual base is currently out of commission since you burned down the kitchen." Jamie's brow drew down in displeasure at being reminded of it, but he nodded affirmatively, all the same. Felicity smirked a bit as she said, "Well, there you go. A flame spell you cast was affected by your emotional state. I'm going to guess that, at the time, you had a lot of pent up wrath to release."

Jamie shot her a wry look. "Hardy, har, har," he deadpanned. "I heard the girls tell you about the first tapes. It doesn't take a psychic to guess my mood at the time." He sighed. As dumb as what they were saying sounded, the wait was boring him. "Tell me more about this supposed relationship between moods and spells."

"The simple, direct, elemental spells are a poor example," Felicity said. "Invested spells and rituals are where the mood and mindset can have the most unforeseen consequences."

"How so," Jamie asked.

"Well," Ray said, "take the ritual you enslaved us with, for instance. The duration of our slavery to you is stated by the words 'for the rest of your life', but it is determined by your state of mind as you speak the words. What were the thoughts in your mind when you spoke those words? Did you envision our servitude to last until we died? If you did, then our enslavement actually ends at the precise moment of our death and we could be free of your rule if we became clinically dead, even for a minute, and were then resuscitated."

"Bullshit," Jamie whispered, astonished. The Scots shook their heads no. Jamie pointed a finger at Felicity. "What was going through your mind as you named his price?"

"That the true meaning of the words of the price is in your mind," she said. "The ritual then retrieved that from your mind. If you want to know if Ray's slavery has an escape clause, then you have to ask yourself what you were thinking as you gave me the order. Ray and I both keep journals. We write down our thoughts of the day, what new ideas we had and such, and we also keep track of every complex spell and ritual we cast. We frequently revisit those journals to decipher what it was that we did. More often than not, we find that what we wanted to accomplish and what we actually did are two slightly different things."

"Where are these journals," Jamie asked.

"In our motel room," Ray said.

Jamie sat back and considered what the twins were saying. He knew they were telling him the truth, or at least, what they earnestly believed to be true. It did make sense to him, in a perverted kind of way. An idea came to him. He could have Sonya drain Rose and Sandra of magic and then liberate the two of them by making them technically dead for a second. Rose and Sandra didn't truly deserve to be his sex slaves, unlike Sonya, who had planned to snuff Jamie just to hide the fact that she had been deflowered by him. He'd keep Sonya to cast alongside him, and she and Helena would be more than enough pussy for him to handle, particularly with Felicity in the mix. He'd have a blonde, redhead and brunette sex slave. He grinned at the mental image.

It was a very nice plan of action, but he was one hundred percent certain that when he enslaved the Scots, he was thinking of them as his slaves for as long as they existed, not until the moment of their death. He tried to think back to the day when he had turned the rituals against the girls and made them his slaves. That day seemed like a lifetime ago, even thought less than a year had passed since.

After a long period of introspection, during which he couldn't quite recall feeling anything that day but wrath towards the girls, he decided he must have imagined them being his slaves for as long as they existed, too. He sighed unhappily and cleared his mind of such thoughts. A life and death fight was coming up and he needed to clear his mind of all the what ifs and maybes. He decided that, after they rescued their parents, he'd have Sonya drain the two girls of magic and then kill and revive them. If that could make them free, he'd wipe their memories of their time with him and let them go. If not, he'd be back to where he was.

"What was the nightmare," Felicity asked, interrupting his train of thought.

"What?"

"The nightmare that woke you up this morning," Felicity said. "What was it? Can you remember?"

Jamie looked out the window, seeking a sign of Syndicate's imminent attack. After a few minutes, he said, "I dreamed I was a character in a pointless, terrible story. Like in that Will Ferrell movie. I met the author and I begged for our families to be safe and sound. I begged for the torture to stop. The author looked at me, laughed and resumed typing. With each stroke of the keys, parts of me fell off and landed on the page. This kept going on until I was trapped on the page and I woke up." The Scots made no comment to the bizarre dream.

M'bata burned the hair his men had gotten from Suzie Jacobs' hair brush and cast his power into one of his fetishes. He took out his cellphone and pressed the call button.

Jamie's phone rang. He looked at the caller ID, but didn't recognize it. He shrugged and answered it. "Hello," he said.

Suzie's voice came on the line, saying, "Hey, bro, the guys you sent for me are here. See ya soon!"

The line went dead and Jamie insides churned in sudden dread. He lost feeling in his limbs. His worst nightmare had come true. Syndicate had somehow seen through all of his preparations and ruses and they got to Suzie while he was waiting for them here. "THEY GOT SUZIE," he bellowed and rushed outside. Everyone scrambled to follow him. He needed to get to her house and maybe, just maybe, he might pick up the bad guys' trail and save her. Maybe, it wasn't already too late.

M'bata smiled seeing the boy charge out of the house and all of its protection. "Stupid boy," he said. "Start the attack!" He gathered the last of his power to cast his spell. He hoped he didn't pass out with exhaustion. Collapsing during a mission that is meant to cement their organization's fearsome reputation would lead to a significant loss of his own reputation. He sent a spirit to possess the two taller busty girls and make them fight the rest of the team. The effort required drained the last of his strength.

Jamie's eyes teared up as he rushed towards his Cayenne. He didn't care about the icy roads, all he cared about was getting to Suzie, as quickly as possible. A rift spell caught his attention. It wasn't a solid object like the one Eric Johansson had used, but it was complete, fully functional and barreling straight towards him. His Jedi instincts suddenly burst through the chains of panic that had seized his mind and told him of numerous threats to him and his group. Jamie instinctively let his stored up spirits guide him. One of them possessed him and suppressed his emotions, allowing him to respond to the threats instantaneously. It cast all of Jamie's power, together with another stored spirit, and wrested control of the rift from its handler.

Oleg's jaw fell as the rift rushed back to him. "End it," he screamed. "End the spell-" His group was surprised to hear the panic in his voice, but they responded quickly and withdrew their power from the spell, making it fade from existence. They saw that they were just a fraction of a second too late when the back half of Oleg's body fell among them. The other half of his body was atomized and dispersed among them, stunning them all with the resulting ionic discharge. They seized weapons and readied spells and rushed out into the park to kill the bastards responsible for the death of their leader. 




A-Cup Angst Ch. 09



Nova didn't even perceive the many spells that were aimed at it. The twins did and they began to cast protective spells. The spirit possessing Jamie perceived the spell that was making Helena and Sonya attack a confused Rose and Sandra. It dispatched another power spirit and it dispelled the spell. Yet another spirit whooshed over to the source of the spell. M'bata could do nothing as he felt his ancestors' bones and skins used against his own men. He felt his allies turn against one another and him. His last thought was the realization that the file on the coven was all too true.

Owen's former subordinates started to cast against one another, instead of casting another set of spells against Nova. Nova's superior optics made out the sharpshooters on the nearby roofs and it raised its two AKs and opened fire, killing them all within seconds. It scanned the park and spotted a bunch of armed people coming out of a house on the opposite side of the park. As they rushed out the door or clambered out the windows, Nova greeted them with impossibly precise fire from the two AKs it was carrying, making the heads of the ones in front explode.

The rest of Oleg's group rushed back behind bulletproof cover. "Out the sides," came a cry and they all rushed to the windows on the sides of the house to make use of the limited cover available there. None panicked. They had been in situations worse than this and had made it out alive and victorious, more than once.

In a coffee shop three blocks away from the park, Mara had been stunned to feel Jamie, four of his five girlfriends and two unknown people suddenly appear in the park. She reformed her perception of the grounds, concentrated and felt every person's movements. The panicked thoughts of all the people in the snowy park were almost too strong for her to sift through, but she grit her teeth and kept at it. She perceived the group in the house as the biggest danger and made them run out the front again, since she could feel their firm resolution to never do that again.

Oleg's former team made ninety degree turns, mid step, and ran out the front of the house to once again be cut down by Nova's bullets. The shock of feeling their comrades' blood and brains spray them broke Mara's hold on the stragglers and they dived back into the house and the cover of its bulletproof walls. The seven remaining warrior casters looked at one another in shock. They exchanged silent looks of understanding and ran out the back of the house, away from the park and the inexplicably lethal barrage of enchanted ammo.

Mara once again intervened and they turned on their heels and rushed out the front, thinking they were running to safety. Nova had reloaded by then and it wasted no time in putting a single bullet through each man's skull.

The remaining Syndicate casters used lethal spells on one another and the twins cast an incapacitation spell on the last one standing. The distinctive roar of Nova's AKs stopped and a silence fell on the park. Jamie was guided by his spirit of sorcery and he rushed over to the body of the tall, black man that lay dead in the snow, next to a swing. He bent over and seized the dead man's dreadlocks. With a tug, he scalped the corpse and took possession of the numerous fetishes woven into the hair. He had never before seen anything like them.

Nova ran over to the body of the only survivor and picked it up. Jamie felt the attention of all the rich people that lived around the park fall on them. He knew that numerous 911 calls were in progress and that, in this upscale neighborhood, they had mere minutes to run away before the police came. The spirit that was guiding him told him of a great spell that was cast from one of the fetishes. It had been keeping the attention of a large group of casters and marksmen away from this park. It just ended and Jamie knew that they were on their way to this location. This warning spent the spirit and Jamie yelled, "Move out! We're leaving right now! Too much heat is coming this way!"

His gang started piling into the SUVs that were parked in front of the foreclosed mansion they had turned into their trap. Nova tossed the survivor into the trunk of the X5 and then ran away from the car. Jamie's eyes tracked her to Helena. The blonde was kneeling on the front steps of the house and rocking back and forth. A soft keening was heard. Jamie's felt that horrid feeling, that had driven him blindly out of the house, return and gather in strength. Out of the corner of his eye, he counted the three redheads and Sandra in the cars, awaiting departure. Helena was on the sidewalk, so was Nova. Where was Sonya?

Jamie's eyes fell on the dark figure that Helena was cradling. Nova, true to its tactical programming, picked up Sonya's corpse and carried it to the cars. Helena screamed in denial and scrambled to follow, losing purchase on the slippery steps and falling over many times. Jamie could barely hear her screams. His ears pounded wildly. Nova carried Sonya past him and he stared at her beautiful, serene face, marred only by a thin trail of blood that had trickled out of the tiny hole in her forehead. In Jamie's shocked state, it reminded him of a bindi.

Jamie didn't even notice Helena run up to him and start kicking and punching him, screaming at him the whole time. He blindly followed Nova and Sonya to the car, not feeling like he was really there, anymore. Everything just seemed so unreal to him. It was as if he was watching characters in a movie. Nova slammed the trunk door shut and herded a resisting Helena into the car. It strapped her in and Helena finally stopped fighting.

Nova then guided him to the front passenger seat, telling him of how it was able to confirm that Suzie was alright and that no one had come for her. Jamie hardly registered its words. The gynoid took the driver's seat and drove them away from the park. The other car followed. Jamie sat in his seat, numbly watching the scenery passing out his window. Hot tears slid down his cheeks. 

Mara felt Jamie's gang drive away from the park, but she didn't feel anyone in the driver's seat of the lead car. It confused her for a moment, but then she concluded that Jamie must have gotten a british car and was driving it, sitting on the wrong side of it. Her perception of all living things around her faded until it dwindled into a small dot, right next to her. She felt, in that dot, her spirit guide saying that her debt to the Great spirits was repaid and that they also counted her debt to Jamie's group repaid. Mara's spirits soared in delight. She had managed to do it all without actually killing anyone. Sure, she had been an accomplice, but she told herself that was not the same as actually killing someone.

The otter left her and she giggled and laughed aloud in relief. Many of the patrons gave her looks. She didn't care. Jamie survived the battle and might be in the mood for some intimate healing, or the fabled, "glad to be alive" sex. She whipped out her cellphone and selected Jamie's number. She hesitated. What should she do now? How best to approach him? Should she tell him she intervened in their battle? Would that get her in his good graces? Or should she omit that fact entirely and keep playing on her life debt to him? 

Her mouth twisted this way and that as she considered her options. She was up for another orgy with Jamie and his five paramours, even if one of them was a boy. Mara stopped and frowned. "That's right," she thought to herself, "one of Jamie's people was a man." She struggled to remember what exactly she had sensed during the battle. It had been brief and violent and the intensity of the life and death fight had nearly overwhelmed her at the time. She wasn't certain, but she could have sworn she had not been able to feel the asian chick, Nova. There was a new woman following Jamie. 

Mara bristled. He had given her the brush off so many times, claiming his company was dangerous, but he apparently had added another girl to the mix as well as this man. His hypocrisy infuriated her. She wished the boy didn't have such an effect on her. She wished she could make herself not obsess about him so much. She put her phone away, settled her tab and left the coffee shop.

Walking back to the campus, she found herself wishing she could make Jamie see her for who she really is. She was sure that if he gave her a chance, he'd see they were meant to be together. He'd fall in love with her as much as she had fallen for him. They'd be happy for the rest of their lives. Mara wouldn't begrudge him having sex with the other girls, she'd only insist that she be first and foremost in his heart. Besides, she still had wet dreams of the orgy they all had together. She'd want a repeat of that experience, every now and then. She'd even insist on it.

She huffed in frustration. Her best option seemed to be getting a club, whacking him over the head with it and dragging him back to her room to tie him to her bed. She slipped on the icy sidewalk and fell flat on her ass. She screamed and hollered in frustration, swearing up a furious storm, more to vent her frustration with Jamie than with falling down. She got up at last and flagged down a taxi. She could afford a ride. She got in and told the cabby to take her to campus. She was too angry at Jamie and his new female comrade in arms to call him right now.

Police patrol cars rolled up to the park from all sides, only to get stopped by agents from the FBI and Homeland Security. Dana Moran took the initiative. As one of the few members of the alpha and beta strike and intervention teams that had actual FBI and Homeland experience, he was in a position to flash his still valid credentials at the local police and tell them that an act of terrorism was thwarted in the park and that many terrorists were killed in the firefight. He told the cops that there was biological weaponry on site, still undetonated, and they rushed to evacuate all the surrounding houses and set up a police perimeter including the neighboring few blocks.

Dana huffed at the horrendous snafu the day turned out to be. He felt reasonably sure that his quick thinking made him safe from any fallout. It had enabled Section to hush up this very public magical blowout. Not only would the police let in their cleanup teams, disguised as biohazard crews, but they would also keep prying eyes away. Especially the media. He was experienced enough to know that the best cover story was the one that had someone else's face on it. In this case, he convinced the local police chief to be that face as he told the man that the identities of the relevant federal agents had to remain a secret for a while longer. The chief took to the cameras with gusto, publicly claiming all but sole responsibility for everything that had happened there that night.

Dana glanced in the direction of the team leaders. They winced as they handed a cellphone from one another. Doubtlessly, whoever was on the other end of the line was chewing them out something fierce. He smirked at the casters' discomfort, which lasted long after they were finally hung up on.

In his office in D.C., Martin Harris, The Suit of Section, tossed his phone against the wall and smashed it to bits. The intercom soon followed. He roared through the door and his secretary timidly poked her head in. He screamed out orders for a certain family in Santa Barbara to be put on the top of the protection list. The secretary rushed off to relay the order, glad to be away from The Suit's wrath. 

Harris kept swearing in frustration and trashing his office. He didn't care one little bit that this little shit Jacobs' gang wasted all of Syndicate's finest in public. What enraged him was the fact that they did so under the very noses of the best that Harris had and then got away. He threw his tumblers through the windows, smashing them all. Harris heaved big breaths of the freezing air that was rushing in. It was cooling his temper, along with the room. He forced himself to stay calm. 

He had gone through shitstorms worse than this in Desert Storm, he could weather this one, too. All he had to do was keep the President happy. That was number one priority. He needed a phone. He walked out of his office and snarled at his scared secretary to "fix it". She watched him go downstairs and then took a look inside his office. She didn't even want to think what pissed off the man that all the casters in North America feared, herself included. She picked up her phone and called janitorial services.

On the drive home, Jamie kept beating himself up about Sonya's death. Back when she had been a free Sonya Mitchell, she wanted to kill him and had even made a perfect plan to do it with. If anyone's death should not be mourned by him, it was that of Sonya Mitchell. However, she had not been that cunt for almost a year. She had been his sex slave, magically bound to please, pleasure, obey and protect him. The loss of slave Sonya hit him hard. 

He was her owner, leader, commander. It was his duty to protect her and he had failed. The buck stopped squarely at his feet. It was his fault that she was now dead. His arrogance led him and she followed him and his arrogance straight to her death. They had all been targeted by the marksmen. Nova had killed them in less than two seconds, but one of them had managed to squeeze off his shot before getting killed. Sonya had the bad luck of it being the one that was targeting her. The thought that any single one, or all of them could have died tonight, finally entered his mind and stuck there. It made him physically nauseous.

He ordered Nova to pull over and he rolled down his window. He threw up on the sidewalk. He wiped his lips with shaking fingers and ordered the gynoid to drive on. A chill was consuming him. "What now," Helena asked. Jamie honestly couldn't think of anything.

"We continue working towards our objectives," Nova said, "as defined and ranked by Jamie. The Scots must interrogate the survivor and obtain pertinent information on the whereabouts of your parents. A caster should take Sonya's remains and go to a morgue where they would use their magic to make the coroner write up her death as an accident not involving firearms. Then that caster should take her remains to a funeral home where they would be prepared for burial."

"What are you," Helena said, shocked, "a robot?!"

"Yes," Nova said. 

Helena shook her head and resumed staring out the side window. "Do it," Jamie said to Nova.

"Yes, sir," it said.

When they arrived at Bastion, the gynoid passed the orders on and Rose and Sandra both took Sonya with them. Jamie gave the corpse one last look and then went inside. He climbed upstairs, went into one of the many offices and poured himself a scotch. Nova stayed downstairs to monitor and secure the twins' interrogation of the Syndicate survivor. 

Jamie had emptied his second glass when Helena knocked on the door. She came in, without awaiting permission, and sat next to him. Jamie poured her a shot of scotch, too. They downed their tumblers and Jamie poured another round. Helena eyed the amber liquid swirling in her glass and said, "What about the Mitchells?"

"What about the Mitchells?"

"What are you going to tell them about Sonya?"

Jamie shrugged. "Nothing," he said. "What can I say?"

Helena regarded him with disbelief. "You could try saying you're sorry," she said.

"Sorry for what?"

"For the loss of their only child," she said.

"I took their child away from them last year," he said, "tonight just made it official. Anyway, sorry just doesn't cut it, does it?"

"No," she said, "it doesn't. But it's a start."

Jamie buried his face in his hands. Mr. Mitchell was a bastard and a criminal. He had embezzled a big pension fund, leaving thousands destitute, and gotten away with it. He was the type of greedy, money grubbing bastard that would make even Gordon Gekko call in the SEC, but none of that mattered. Nothing, no past sin could excuse his current fate. "Let's find and save the fuckers, first," he said, "or we'll be arranging for a whole mess of funerals, instead of telling Mitchell his girl is dead."

Jamie's cellphone speaker came on and said, in Nova's voice, "The interrogation is complete. Felicity now knows how to find your parents and the rest of the Syndicate." Jamie and Helena stood up, wiped their eyes and sniffled away their tears. They ran back downstairs.

Sven was lying flat on the floor. His pants were missing and his soft cock was glistening with juices. Ray and Felicity were sitting, naked and flushed, on one of the couches and breathing deep. "Well," Jamie demanded. "Where are they? Speak to me!"

Felicity turned to face him and said, "They're on a cruise ship that sailed out of Miami on the night of their abduction. The ship has orders to stay away from land while they torture their captives."

"Good work," Jamie said. Felicity smiled, still basking in the afterglow of her recent orgasm. His instincts told him of one of the fetishes he had ripped from the dead man's scalp. He felt like he might be able to use it to imitate someone's voice, perfectly. "We'll call them and order the torture to stop and the release of our parents, we just have to tell them-"

"You can't," Felicity said. "The big, black one, that you scalped, was the only one that gave them orders. This one," she indicated a scared looking Sven, "knows how the black one, Jonathan, rolled. He was a paranoid bastard that always gave people codes which he had to tell them if he was giving orders over the phone, in case anyone imitated his voice with magic. If you were to call them and order their release while sounding like this Jonathan fucker and not give the code, the crew would execute your parents."

"Damn," Jamie said. "Well, what's the code?"

"This one doesn't know," she said. "His best guess is that no one but Jonathan and the onboard crew did."

"Well, fine," Jamie said, "if that's the way they want to play it, then that's the way I'll slaughter all of them. Now, you said you know how to find the ship?"

"Yes, Jamie," Nova said. "As soon as Felicity told me where the ship left from, where it went and what kind of GPS equipment it was fitted with, I tracked all the GPS signals in that part of the ocean. I hacked into a Russian defense satellite and have observed all the names painted on the sterns of those ships until I found the one we are looking for. It's called 'The Forest Spirit' and is based out of Vilnius. It's current coordinates are-"

"Never mind that," Jamie said. "How soon can we be on board?"

"If we took the jet and parachuted onto the boat, we could be there in just under five hours," the gynoid said.

"Let's go," Jamie said. "Call Rose and Sandra and tell them to meet us at the airport! Pack for war!"

"Wait a minute," Ray said. "What about the guy?" He gestured at the Syndicate survivor lying on the floor.

Jamie coldly regarded the scared man. "Please," he said, "I have a family waiting for me. Two little girls who are going to miss their papa. Please, let me go!"

Jamie smiled an incredulous smile and raised his hand to stop the man's sniveling. "I'm sorry," he said, "did you just try to beg for your life by mentioning your family to me? Cause, I could have sworn that we were just in the middle of discussing how to rescue our families from you and your flunkies." Jamie laughed a bitter laugh. "And here I was going to give you a quick death cause I was in a hurry to go save my parents. How long until Rose and Sandra are finished with disposing of Sonya?"

"They have just arrived at the coroner's office," Nova said. "They have to go to the funeral home, after that."

Jamie made a face and twisted his hand as he estimated. "I guess we would have waited a half an hour for them at the airport, anyway," he said. "Might as well spend it here, killing you painfully." Jamie went to a closet and used his magic to whittle one of its corners into a long, heavy club. Everyone went to pack up their gear, leaving the man on the ground to talk to Jamie. He told him his name, where he lived and who his daughters were. 




A-Cup Angst Ch. 09



Jamie came back to him and smacked the club against one of the support pillars. The resounding smack silenced the Swede on the floor. "I've seen 'The Silence of the Lambs'. You're trying to humanize yourself in my eyes, aren't you?" Sven nervously licked his lips and nodded yes. "Smart move. Good effort. I liked the bit about your younger daughter's horse riding competition next week. Shame I was immunized against it when you took my mother!!"

Jamie swung the club overhead and slammed it down on Sven's immobilized feet with all his might and rage. Sven roared in agony as the bones in his feet were crushed. Jamie used his magic to prevent Sven from going into shock. He kept smashing all the bones in the man's legs and cauterizing the resulting bleeds with an open flame he summoned upon his fingers.

Sven's face was a red rictus of agony as he was kept feeling the horrible pain of his lower limbs. When Jamie reached his hips, he kicked his arms away from his torso and got to work reducing them to mush. His club broke and he fashioned another one from the other end of the formerly massive closet. He used it to finish work on Sven's arms. He then released the paralyzing spell from Sven and let him worsen his own pain by squirming helplessly in agony.

Everyone was packed by then and they descended the stairs, one by one. Jamie glanced at his clock and said to Sven, "Aw, Such a shame. Our time is up. I have to go save our parents, now. Too bad, cause you deserve much, much worse than what I've done to you now." Sven's mute face turned to Jamie and Jamie grinned at seeing a faint glimmer of hope in the man's eyes. "Aw, now, don't fret. I won't leave you here like this. You might live long enough until you get your magic back. And we wouldn't want that, now would we? Nah, I am going to kill you, no worries."

Jamie lifted his club and planted it against Sven's throat to crush his windpipe with it. He made to press down on it, before he lifted it and said, "Oh, and by the way, thank you for telling me who your family is and where I can find them. After I'm done with the rescue, I'm going to go to your house and rape and mutilate your women. How's that sound?" Jamie smiled at the tears that flowed from the man's eyes. "I still haven't decided on whether of not I'll snuff them afterwards."

Jamie held up his bloody club with both hands and tilted it, first one way and then the other, as he said, "On the one hand, they'd never, ever recover from what I'll do to them, particularly not mentally. On the other, killing your daughters right in front of their mother's eyes would be so cool. Don't you think?"

Jamie smiled an evil smile at the horrified man. He shrugged. "I guess I'll flip a coin when it comes to it," he said. He raised the club and smashed it across Sven's throat. "Let's go!" He turned and left the house. His people followed him and packed up their supplies in the SUVs. Nova stuffed the corpse into a body bag and sealed it for later disposal. It got in the X5 and drove to the airport. Ray and Felicity were following in the Wrangler.

Helena sat behind Jamie and whispered, "I can't believe you're going to do that to those women. Jamie, you can't do that! You just can't! They're little girls!"

"That's right, I can't," he said. "And I can't order anyone else to do it, either." He turned in his seat and gave Helena a reproachful look. "I'm not going to hurt any innocents, you idiot! Shame on you for even thinking it! Shame on you!" He faced front again.

"Well," she said. "Well... How was I supposed to know that? You get all mad at times and then..." Jamie shot her another glare and she shut up, looking down in shame. "Why'd you say it, if you're not going to do it?"

"I made those threats because I wanted to crush that fucker's spirit, as well as his limbs," he said. "Actually, that's going to be my shtick from now on, okay? I'm going to torture all the bad guys to death and just before I let them finally die, I'm going to tell them I'll do the exact same thing to their families and loved ones."

"So, you're just fucking with their heads?"

"Exactly," he said. "And shame on you for thinking otherwise! I already forgot what he said about his women. Where they lived, what their names were..."

"Jamie," Nova said, "if you do go through with your intention to kill all Syndicate operatives around the world, then the ones you get to later will probably know the families of the ones you killed earlier are safe and unharmed."

"Thank you for pointing that out for me, Nova," he said, "but that's actually part of the plan. I'm going to tell each and every piece of shit I torture that I never hurt innocents, but that I'll make an exception in their case, just because they pissed me off so much. It'll make it all the more terrifying. As a matter of fact, Helena, I want you to practice your 'eager to mutilate little children' face, ok? I don't want you to look away in horror while I make my threats, like you did back there."

"Ok," she said.

"Show me."

Helena made a face and Jamie frowned. "What the fuck is that? Are you constipated, or something?"

"It's my 'I'll kill you' face," she said, stymied.

Jamie rolled his eyes and said, "Just act like you're being offered a big slice of chocolate cake when I'm talking about mutilating the bad guys' kids, ok?" Helena smiled her eager, hungry smile and Jamie nodded. "That's it, right there. See? You smile like that when I threaten to kill their kids and they'll believe me. They'll suffer the more for it." Helena smiled a wide smile, happy for the praise. "Eh, that's too much."

They drove up to the airport and Jamie sent Nova and the twins off to find them some parachutes. The A.I. had already remotely started up the jet and Helena and Jamie loaded up their supplies. By the time they were finishing hauling the packs up the short stairs, Rose and Sandra drove up in the Cayenne. They shared quiet hugs with Helena and Jamie.

The twins and Nova came back with the parachutes and they all boarded the plane. After a few minutes, they took off and headed out to sea. Jamie looked at the seven of them occupying the cabin seats. One seat was empty, Sonya's. The cabin was empty, the A.I. was remotely operating the plane all the way from Bastion's basement, using a satellite phone. It was a risky, but necessary arrangement as the gynoid was desperately needed to spearhead the assault.

The A.I also found the blueprints for the type of vessel they were about to board and quickly rendered the ship's layout into a 3D map and sent it to their tablets. The gang practiced navigating the ship as they formed their plan of attack. Felicity taught all of them the ritual Syndicate used to drain someone of their life force. She had gleaned it from Sven's mind and the casters were going to use it to undo their parents' torture. Then she told Nova everything Sven had known about the Syndicate big wigs. It was a long recitation.

Three men sat on the bridge of "The Forest Spirit" and sipped their hot coffees. They were sleepy, tired and, above all else, bored. The sea was calm, the sky was clear and the torture of the prisoners was on hold while everyone but them slept in their luxurious cabins. One of them pulled out a deck of cards and held it up, questioningly. The other two nodded. He began to shuffle it and then dozed off, mid shuffle. The other two blinked in surprise and then their lids felt heavy and they nodded off as well.

The doors on the opposite sides of the bridge opened and the twins entered, each with an AK slung against their shoulder. They swept the bridge, looking for others that might be on watch. Ray opened a door and found the security room. It was full of monitors that displayed feeds from all of the ship's cameras. Felicity gave a hand signal and the rest of the gang filed into the bridge. Nova, holding two AKs with drum magazines, stayed outside to guard the deck.

Ray whispered, "Security room," and pointed at the door. Jamie gave a few signals and the twins guarded the sleeping watchmen. Rose guarded the bridge and Sandra and he went into the room. He quickly patched a satellite phone into the main console of the security system's computer and his A.I. hacked it to analyze the tapes. He held up the receiver to his ear and listened to the report.

"Ok, the ship's ours," he said to the everyone on the bridge. "Everyone's asleep in their quarters. There are sixty eight crew on board, all Syndicate, all dirty. Twenty are casters, forty eight are mundanes. Our parents are in the cells in the hold. They're still alive." The girls gasped at the news. 

"Keep it together," he said. "We have to take out the bad guys first. We'll start with the casters. Their bunks are-"

"Wait," Sandra said. "With this many people on board the ship, we can heal our parents."

"That's the general idea," Jamie said. "We'll drain two or three mundanes to restore each of our parents to health."

"Yes, but what about their minds," Sandra asked.

"We'll use charm magic," Jamie said.

"That's not going to be enough," Sandra said.

"True," Rose added. "Charms fade over time. Cunningly crafted ones can last for years, but they still lose their grip, eventually."

"Traumatic memories can bleed over even the strongest of charms," Felicity said.

"If what you told us about the torture is true," Ray said, "then their minds are irreparably broken by it. There's practically no way you can just cast some charms on them to make them alright again."

"Then what would you have us do," Jamie whispered heatedly. He planted the barrel of his rifle against Ray's neck. "Put them out of their misery?"

"No," Sandra said. She placed a hand on his. "We can fix them. Rose and I studied how the brain works, back when we were making the A.I. If we drain people of their life force and use it to inhibit our parents' brains' ability to turn short term memories into permanent ones, then we can effectively wipe all those memories from their brains. We have to charm them into reliving their torture and each and every memory will get wiped away as it is replayed in their minds. The brain wipes the short term memory as it replays it and stores it into long term memory. If it can't store it into long term memory, it goes away to never return."

"So, you would have us make our parents replay all of their torture," Jamie said, accusingly, "right in front of our eyes?"

"It's a choice of either a few hours of reliving horrors that vanish from their minds as they're revisited, or the rest of their lives of constant suffering and anguish. None of them have survived what was done to them, Jamie. They're broken inside. We have to wipe their short and mid term memory and then we can charm them into believing something else was happening these past few days. A charm on a blank slate is... the best that can be done for them, right now. By anyone."

Jamie lowered his rifle. "Are you sure that would work?" Sandra nodded.

"Yes," Rose said. "We're absolutely certain. We're risking our parents' lives and minds here, too, Jamie."

Jamie considered the plan for a moment and then said, "Wait, if we modify their brains to not form permanent memories, then they'll never-"

"We drain the same number of people to reverse the procedure after wiping the memories of the torture from their minds is complete," Sandra said.

Jamie nodded. "Alright," he said, "we'll do it your way. But I only have five stored spirits. I can only take down ten casters with them. Plus another one I'll take out on my own. That still leaves nine of them to fight back."

"We can take down one or two more between us," Felicity said, indicating her brother and herself.

"Fine," Jamie said. "We'll drain those first and we'll kill the rest of the casters in their sleep." He pointed to Rose and Sandra. "It falls to the two of you to take all the rest of the mundanes prisoner. Can you do it?"

The girls nodded and they used duct tape to tie up the three guards that were put to sleep magically, earlier.

They split up and went to their targets' rooms. Jamie used up his five stored spirits of sorcery to incapacitate the first ten casters he came across. The twins managed to incapacitate two more casters, using their combined magics against them. Jamie did the math and realized they had quite a lot of rituals to perform in order to drain all the bad guys' life force to fix their parents' bodies and minds. He'd need all his power to not risk fucking those up, later on. He snuck into the rooms of the remaining eight casters and knifed them to death. He caught them all asleep and unawares and he easily held them down and dispelled their desperate magical attempts to save themselves.

He saw recognition in their dying eyes. They knew who he was, right before they died. It made him feel all warm and toasty inside, knowing that they knew why they were dying. He didn't know which ones of them had raped his mother, but he didn't care. They were all going to die. A small voice in the back of his mind told him he should have felt sickened by his actions. He smirked at the silly, little voice.

Rose and Sandra followed Nova as it swept the quarters belonging to the mundanes on the crew. The gynoid would simply walk in and restrain the sleeping mercenaries with duct tape while the girls made sure they remained asleep. In just over half an hour, they finished their sweep of the ship and had subdued all the bad guys on it. They rendezvoused in the hold, in front of the heavy, locked door leading to the cells their parents were kept in.

With the risky part of the rescue over, Jamie let himself experience his emotions again. His rage flowed through him. His pulse rose up with his wrath. He screamed at the heavy, metal door and it buckled until it shattered like safety glass to spill loudly on the floor. Everyone but Jamie and Nova cowered at the horrid noise that reverberated through the ship.

Their parents were squeezed into small, metal cages, the size of pet carriers, and they wailed like wounded animals. Jamie's heart broke when he saw the wounds covering his mother from head to toe. Her eyes were lifeless, her ear missing. The tiny voice in his head told him he should feel sick for letting those cunts upstairs draw a single breath more.

The next twenty four hours were the most anxious that Jamie and his girls had ever experienced. If they hadn't have had Nova and the twins with them, they probably wouldn't have made it through. 

Their parents had been driven insane by the repeated rape, torture and maiming. First, they drained twenty one people of their life force to undo the damage to their parents' bodies, since unexplained injuries on their bodies would be traumatic by themselves. This was followed by charming their parents into recollecting everything they could since they had been kidnapped. Then they drained fourteen more Syndicate mercenaries to make their parents' brains unable to make new memories.

Holding their parents down while they tried to run away in a blind panic was terrible. The anguish and horror that was evident on their faces was too much for their children to bear. Frequently, they ran out on deck to get some air and cry. Then, they'd go down below and vent their frustration by beating the stuffing out of the mundane mercenaries they had kept alive still. Finally, Jamie ordered his slaves to suppress their own emotions, for the duration, and left to go get some sleep. It was long overdue.

When the horrible memories dried up, their parents' ability to make new memories was restored and they were charmed into thinking they had been on a pleasure cruise, courtesy of their children. The charms were fortified with magical potions that the girls prepared. Jamie and the girls breathed a collective sigh of relief when they saw that their desperate measures had worked. Their parents became themselves again and they enjoyed being on the ship.

The remaining eleven mercenaries were spelled to serve as their crew, providing them with every possible comfort and amenity while they sailed them to Philadelphia, where a private charter flight home was waiting for them. They told Jamie that the jewelry their parents had been wearing was simply torn off them and tossed into a cupboard. It was kept in case they wanted to use it to taunt them with it at a later date. No one had inspected it, naturally assuming that the wards upon it would fade within a day.

Jamie collected the jewelry and their parents donned it with joy. He also had the twins ward the ship against scrying and the A.I. masked their GPS and electronics. While they were on the high seas, their parents were safe. Nine of the eleven spared mercenaries were also charmed into following their parents back to their home town, using regularly scheduled flights, where they would serve as their discreet bodyguards. The remaining two were standing on the deck with Jamie and his coven.

Everyone had gone to sleep, courtesy of potions and spells. Only one mercenary remained awake on the bridge to stand watch. He was noticeably indifferent to the sight and very loud noise of a jet hovering right beside the ship. Sandra, Rose and the twins used all of their power to cool and deflect the hot exhaust of the engines, lest it set the ship on fire. Jamie used a spell to make himself temporarily lighter and let his magic flow into his muscles. He eyed the open door of the plane, hovering unsteadily just five feet away from him.

He smoothly leaped into the plane. The rest of the casters followed him, then the two mercenaries and finally Nova. Once they were all on board, the plane hovered away from the ship and the casters let go of their shield spell. Soon, the plane gained speed and altitude, returning to its conventional configuration and they flew back home. 

Once they landed, Jamie took the two mercenaries and Rose and went to get Suzie. Rose and he undid the charms in the couple's minds and took Suzie back. Jamie sent her home, accompanied by the two goons, who would act as her bodyguards from then on, but first, they had lunch together. 

The rest of their party went to Bastion and disposed of Sven's rotting corpse. By the time Rose and Jamie showed up, the place was squeaky clean and plans were underway to restore the kitchen to its former glory. Boxes of takeout were on the new coffee table and Rose and Jamie declined the offer of food with a shake of their heads.

"Finally, we get to the juicy stuff," Jamie said. "Nova, Felicity, tell me of all the Syndicate big wigs Sven knew about."

The gynoid and Scot then began a very long lecture, enumerating hundreds of evil casters from all over the world, organized into groups of varying size and purpose. Once it had real names, the A.I. was able to track everyone. Jamie listened patiently. He had already decided he was going to slaughter them all. The fact that only a few of them possessed the information who Jamie and his gang were, didn't matter to him at all. He needed to know how that information came to be in their possession in the first place. Besides, he had no illusions about these people cutting their losses and leaving Jamie and his gang alone. Their livelihood hinged on their intimidating reputations so they were unable to do something like that. Peaceful co-existence was not an option.

Jamie decided that the first they'd hit were the ones that were in possession of their identities. After those, they'd choose their next target on the basis of proximity and foreknowledge of the target's vulnerabilities.

"First thing's first," Jamie said. "Do you two remember seeing my stored up powers?" Ray and Felicity nodded. "It's time to teach you guys how to do that." He drew the pair of intricate, magical drawings that he used to have on his rings. The twins looked at them uncomprehendingly. Jamie magically sized two gold rings to perfectly fit Ray's fingers and two more for Felicity. "Assume the lotus position, both of you, and take off your warded jewelry." They did. He started guiding them through a meditation that would unify them with their power and each other, at the same time. He was pleasantly surprised when the twins accomplished the union in a matter of seconds.




A-Cup Angst Ch. 10



A day after they had killed the last member of the Syndicate, Jamie and his gang were back home in Bastion. They had spent most of the night engaged in an orgy. Nova came into Jamie's room and started to wake him. Jamie groaned and grumbled, but the gynoid did not relent.

"What," he mumbled.

"Jamie, someone just tried to cancel the nonexistent contracts on Samaras' family," it said. Jamie grunted and heaved a big breath. He tried to resume sleeping but a nagging feeling in the back of his mind kept him half-awake. "I have already tracked the attempt back to the person responsible and have an image of her for you to see." Jamie grunted again. He had killed Samaras himself and had exterminated his entire villainous organization in the last two months. Nova's claims made no sense.

Jamie squinted up at his gynoid. Its claims really did make no sense. "What," he said, sleepily. "What did you say?"

Nova held up his laptop and showed him the still image of a beautiful, young woman on the screen. Her pretty face was marred by an expression of pure hatred. "Hold up, hold up, hold up," Jamie said, still struggling to get his bearings. He wiped his face. "This chick just tried to get Samaras' family offed?"

"No, Jamie," the gynoid said, "she tried to cancel those contracts three minutes ago. I intercepted the emails."

"There are no contracts," Jamie said, confused. "We never sent either version out. Why the fuck would this chick try to undo them? They're not real." Jamie regarded the image on the screen with a skeptical eye. "That makes no sense, whatsoever. Do we know anything about this chick?"

"No, Jamie," Nova said. "I am running her face through several databases in order to identify her."

Jamie grunted in acknowledgement and began to shake Felicity, who was lying next to him, asleep. She let out a few noises of protest, but then finally opened her eyes. When she saw it was Jamie who was trying to rouse her, she immediately woke. "What's up," she asked.

"Can you recognize this chick from any of the minds you've read," Jamie asked.

Felicity looked at the image on the screen for a few seconds before shaking her head no. "No one we've interrogated has ever seen this girl," she said. "Why do you ask?"

"She just tried to cancel the fictitious contracts on Samaras' family," he said.

Felicity's alabaster face screwed up in confused disbelief. She cast another dubious look at the screen. "How did we get this image," she asked.

"I traced the email back to her laptop in Sacramento and engaged the integrated webcam," Nova said. "I am connected to it right now. The microphone is picking up no sound and no one is in view of the camera."

"Well," Jamie said, "Let's bring someone on to the stage. Does her laptop have an audible new email alert?"

Nova checked the settings of the remotely hacked device and said, "Yes."

"Good," Jamie said. "Send her an email confirming the cancellation of the contracts. Let's see what she does." He pointed to his own laptop. "And switch this to the live feed."

They watched the live feed from the other laptop's camera. It was identical to the still image of the girl, except that it didn't contain her. Within a second, they heard a chime indicating a new email had arrived. Jamie and Felicity took the time to sit up in bed and prop some pillows between the headboard and their backs.

A different, older woman's face showed up on the screen and she vanished in a moment. They heard a woman's voice call out for master. Jamie and Felicity shared a look. "Jamie," Nova said, "the woman whose face just appeared on the screen is Marin Hunter, the resident of the Sacramento address this computer is at. The other girl has no discernible connection to her."

Jamie scratched his beard and yawned. He had never been a morning person and waking up to a mystery was not his idea of a good morning. Finally, the beautiful girl showed up in the frame again and sat in front of the computer. Jamie was surprised that the older woman called her "master". She opened the email and read it, looking very relieved. She whispered something Jamie couldn't quite make out. "The fuck was that," he asked.

"She said, 'Thank you, God' in Greek," Nova said. Jamie's brow drew down upon hearing that. He was starting to develop a distinct dislike for this gorgeous girl. First, she was canceling fictitious contracts that no living person knew about, and then she was whispering in Greek? It did not bode well. The girl on the screen was tugging away at the laptop's clit and clicking. "She has just accessed Samaras' hidden bank accounts that we had drained."

Jamie's brow rose. He looked to Felicity and said, "Didn't you say-"

"I did," she said. "No one but Samaras himself knew about those accounts! They were his personal stash!"

Jamie turned his attention back to the screen and saw the girl's face scrunch up in hatred. She roared and hissed in wrath. Doubtlessly, she was displeased with the fact that the funds, that had been there, were donated to UNICEF. Jamie smirked at her impotent rage until she picked up the laptop and threw it against the wall. The image on their screen shorted out.

"Well," he said, "I definitely don't like this chick. She knew two things that no one but us and Samaras had known. And Samaras is dead. We need to go to Sacramento and investigate further. Nova, get some breakfast ready and load our grab bags into the cars! Felicity, you go wake up everybody else!"

They left the room to go about their tasks while Jamie went to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. He didn't, not for even a second, suspect that this girl might have gleaned the information from them. Not only did Jamie have so much faith in his slaves and A.I., but he reasoned that if she had somehow gotten the information from them, she would have known already that the hits were fake and the money taken. He concluded that Samaras must have somehow passed the information on to her. He lathered his face with shaving cream and found himself musing on the idea of Samaras passing along information he had only gained right before Jamie had killed him. He wanted to know how the hell that was done.

In the middle of breakfast, Nova announced it had identified the pretty girl. Her name was Caitlin Ford and she was identified from the national database of missing persons. Her family had reported her missing two months ago. Nova recited the girl's life history and Jamie and his gang just shook their heads at this new information. Caitlin had absolutely no connection whatsoever to the former Syndicate.

After breakfast, they piled into their cars and drove towards the airport. They were just pulling into the parking lot when Nova, driving the lead car, took the walkie talkie and said, "Jamie, another internet connection has been established from the Hunter house in Sacramento. It's a different computer, an older model, and it has no webcam."

Jamie picked up his walkie talkie in the second car and said, "Maintain surveillance."

"Jamie," Nova soon said, "someone at the Hunter residence has just downloaded detailed instruction on how to drive to your parents' homes from Sacramento."

"What the fuck," Jamie yelled. "What the fuck is going on!? We erased the Syndicate from existence! We destroyed each and every copy of that information that they had. No Syndicate successor should be able to know that!"

"Unless Ben Johansson told on us, again," Sandra said.

Jamie punched the dashboard and screamed in anger. Ben had stopped using all electronics and vanished from the face of the Earth while Jamie and his gang were knee deep in Syndicate blood. It was only later, when they reached the top brass, that they learned he was the one that had passed information on Jamie's group to the Syndicate. Jamie had been considering whether or not to abduct and torture the rest of the Johansson clan to flush the traitorous, old fart out, but now he firmly decided he'd exterminate Ben's entire bloodline, minus Helena, particularly if the old coot was still trying to get their families killed. "Blood for blood," Jamie thought to himself.

Everyone got out of the cars and looked to Jamie for instructions. "We fly," he said, "but not to Sacramento. We're going home to lie in wait for this Ford chick and the Hunter woman. They'll lead us to Ben and we'll fucking go to town on that old motherfucker!"

Everyone nodded. They loaded their gear onto the plane and took off. A cargo plane had been hired to fly their warded cars to their destination. They sent advance warning to the ex Syndicate enforcers that were watching over their parents.

Jamie and his gang spent three days in their home town, catching up with their families and friends. They each stayed with their own family. Ray and Felicity staked out the Mitchell residence and Nova backed Helena up at her mother's house, being on hand for Jamie the whole time. It watched the city streets through the traffic camera system.

When Marin Hunter's car drove into town, Nova spotted it and alerted everyone. The ex mercenaries were guided to intercept and follow the navy blue Toyota Camry as it weaved through town. They reported that only the young girl was in the car. In a matter of minutes, it became clear that the car was headed to the Jacobs or Worth residence. Jamie went outside to meet and greet the new arrival.

He saw the car slowly rolling down the street and stepped to the edge of the sidewalk, turning to face it. As soon as he did, the car's engine roared to life and the windshield blew out to pivot over the roof and fly away. It was all the warning Jamie needed. He sent a stored power spirit to seize the girl before she could fire off an offensive spell against him.

Amazingly, the spirit encountered difficulty in taking her over, as if she was already seized by a malevolent spirit of equal or greater power. The car swerved this way and that as it was getting closer. Another stored Jamie flew off and seamlessly joined the first in its efforts. Jamie could now see that the girl was indeed possessed by a powerful spirit. His spirits of sorcery succeeded in deleting it from existence and took control of the girl. The car skidded to a stop right beside Jamie. He leaned over the hood and looked in through the missing front windshield.

"Hello there," he said to the incapacitated girl in the driver's seat. Her big, blue eyes blinked tiredly a few times. The indented corners of her thick, succulent lips rose into a grin and then she passed out. Jamie opened her door, gently moved her to the passenger seat and then drove the car around the corner to Helena Worth's house. 

He parked in the driveway and Nova got out to carry the girl inside. "I've called everyone here," it said. "They should be arriving in minutes."

Caitlin's eyes blinked open for a moment and tried to focus on the people standing around her bed. It was too much effort, so she closed them again and just enjoyed the soft mattress under her. She let her hands glide over the soft duvet cover and sighed. It had been so long since she had the simple pleasure of choosing what she touched and how. The voices above her were commenting on how she was waking up. She let out a bitter snort. Her nightmare was one from which she would never, ever wake up. She was doomed to be a prisoner in her own flesh for the rest of her life and-

Her eyes shot open with sudden realization. She lifted her own two hands before her eyes and stared at them, incredulous. She was in control of her own body. She gasped and sat up in bed. She propped herself up with one arm and then the other, exchanging them with glee. She laughed her gladdest laugh ever and felt tears roll down her cheeks for the first time in months.

Her face was her own. No longer was it a mask upon her soul that tried to force her to feel the spirits' emotions. The emotions on it were those that she truly felt, and right now, she was overwhelmed with relief. Her tears and laughter increased. She shook her head in disbelief. She was free at last.

"She's nuts," said one of the redheads standing over her, with a hint of a scottish accent. She twirled a finger pointed to her temple. "Completely gone off her rocker."

Caitlin laughed some more in response. She had survived. She was still herself, still sane. For months, she had been subjected, non-stop, to the worst, unbelievable horror and she was still sane, coming out of it. She lay back down and hugged her sides. She half rolled this way and that, upon the bed and laughed a laugh of heady relief to the people standing over her.

She started noticing the expressions on their faces. They ranged from openly hostile to mildly amused. Her ecstasy at regaining her freedom began to give way to a creeping unease. She realized that she had no command of her magic and began to feel fear. Her laughter died out. She wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to get out of bed. One of the men standing over her, the brown haired one, lay a hand on her shoulder and pushed her back down. He sat beside her and she nervously bit on her lower lip.

"Lie down," Jamie said. "Just lie back and relax. We've got some questions for you to answer."

Fed up with her enforced, months-long inability to speak, Caitlin spilled everything that had happened to her ever since that day when she got possessed by the first spirit. She talked a mile a minute and brooked no interruption. Jamie and his gang couldn't stop her, even if they tried. Once she started in on the stuff about the vampires, they didn't want her to stop. They settled down on the bed and surrounding seats and nodded along as she kept talking. They didn't try too hard to keep track of what she was saying, knowing that Nova was recording everything, anyway.

Caitlin spoke incessantly, heeding no interruptions, except to sip some water they brought her, and went into great detail. By the time her tale was done, her voice was hoarse. She smiled a wide smile of triumph. She had managed to recite each and every name she had ever seen on an envelope the first evil spirit had been mailing. By doing so, she avenged her enslavement in her own, little way.

When she told of how Samaras had possessed her the other day, everyone's jaw dropped in amazement. They had no idea it could be done. It also explained all the actions she took against them. 

Jamie wore a frown while she was reciting this part of the story. He should have had Samaras raped by the twins, too. The man had managed to try and fuck with them from beyond the grave. "Well," Jamie thought to himself, "at least the fucker's deader than dead, now."

When Caitlin finished her lengthy testimony, Jamie put on a bemused smile. He checked his watch. She had been talking for two and a half hours, without pause. He couldn't help but chuckle at the accomplishment. All throughout her recitation, he could sense no deception or hostility coming from her. Actually, her emotions towards him and his group could only be described as gratitude. His gut instincts told him that the girl was telling the truth and that they should let her call her folks and help her go home. His recent experiences told him to have her raped by the twins, just to make sure.

Jamie wrestled with whether or not to go through with it. He considered all the possible outcomes. If she was raped and had a secret plan to hurt them, he'd be very justified in his actions. If she was raped and innocent, then he'd wipe her mind and, for her, it would be as if it had never happened. They'd know, however. They'd know how she reacted when pinned down and forced against her will. They'd have intimate knowledge of her body and her mind, exposing all of her secrets, without her ever knowing about it.

He considered the flip side of the coin. What would happen if he didn't have her raped? If she was innocent, then he was doing the right thing. If she was somehow colluding with the Syndicate, then... Jamie's brain kicked into high gear and he logically reviewed her actions and testimony. Everything he knew about her pointed towards her telling the truth. He mentally kicked himself for ever doubting her or his instincts. He felt ashamed for having considered raping her, even if he was going to remove the memory of it from her mind immediately afterwards.

"Well," he said, "thank you for that detailed and exhaustive recitation, Miss Ford-"

"Please," Caitlin croaked and reached out to squeeze his forearm, "call me Caitlin. You saved me from a fate worse than death, I think that qualifies you to be on a first name basis with me."

"Thank you, Caitlin," Jamie said. "This is Helena, and we are currently in her home. She will show you where the amenities are and give you use of her phone so you can call your loved ones and let them know you are all right. If you need anything, just tell her. Oh, and here's your magic back."

Caitlin nodded in gratitude. The feeling of her power being at her disposal again, after so much time, was an intoxicating delight. "Don't worry about the vampires," Jamie said. "We are going to pass all the names on to Section and we will go hunt down the casters that performed the ritualistic sacrifices and stop them." Caitlin shot him a look that obviously questioned his sanity. "We've memorized all the names you spoke, Caitlin. Nova, show her!"

Nova began to recite the names Caitlin had told them but soon stopped when Caitlin raised her hand. "You are going to go hunt vampires," Caitlin asked, her tone incredulous.

"Yes," Jamie said. "We've already caught a fresh one, last year, and we did it with about a quarter of the power we now wield and less equipment than we now have. Don't worry, we are going to go all Pokémon on the fucks and catch 'em all!"

Caitlin stared at him in mute shock. Helena took her by the arm and tugged a few times to get her attention. "Come on, I'll show you where the bathroom is. You need to get your story straight before you call your folks." Caitlin opened her mouth to say something to Jamie but reluctantly let herself be led by the tall blonde. She felt very sad that these attractive, young people, that had saved her, were hell-bent on getting themselves drained by a vamp.

As soon as they left, Sandra closed the door and said, "Do you actually believe her story?"

"Yes," Jamie said.

Sandra's face made an incredulous expression and she said, "What? You believe that this spirit that was possessing her had no problem finding and contacting dozens of casters in the first few weeks but then suddenly couldn't find more than one a day for two whole months. That doesn't make sense!"

"Well," Jamie said, "it does when you factor in the evacuation Section ordered. Many casters left the west coast and are roaming the country even now." Jamie sighed. "We should definitely go and put a stop to this menace. We were going to go do it, anyway, we just got sidetracked by our parents being kidnapped."

"Aw," Rose said, "you said you were going to take us on a pleasure tour of the whole world. We only got to go to Paris for a split second!"

"If you think I can go around the world and have fun while murderers are on the loose," Jamie said, "then you clearly haven't been paying attention to anything I've been saying or doing."

"Dammit, Jamie," Sandra said, "Rose has a point! Life is for the living! We are supposed to enjoy it and not run around taking down bad guys. It's not our job! We are not getting paid to do it. We never took an oath or made a promise. It's not our fucking problem!"

Jamie looked at her and Rose, standing there with arms crossed. They looked like they were going to issue an ultimatum at any moment. The twins just watched and waited for his response. "Funny how I didn't hear a single word of complaint when our families' lives had been on the line," Jamie said. He held up a hand and the girls' protests died on their lips, correctly interpreting it as his order to be quiet. "It is my problem, Sandra! It is my problem because I can't go have fun while I know that hundreds are dying and I could have stopped it.




A-Cup Angst Ch. 10



"I'm not omnipotent. I know that. But this isn't some civil war in a shithole I can't even find on a map, or global warming we're talking about. This is a bunch of unscrupulous murderers that are on the loose and I am the only one that can find them and stop them. Section isn't going to do shit. We are packing up our vampire hunting gear and we are totally going to go hunting. That's an order! Nova, give us a rundown of all the names Miss Ford spoke of!"

Nova had managed to correctly identify each and every person Caitlin had spoken of. It told them that two hundred and thirty three of the two hundred and forty two names had been using their credit or debit cards indoors in the last few days. The fact that they were able to enter structures meant that they weren't vampires. The remaining nine people, however, dropped off the grid, much like a vampire must.

"These nine are almost certainly vampires," Jamie said. "We are going to go and pay them each a visit. Pack up and go say goodbye to your parents, wheels up in forty minutes!" His slaves left the room to follow his orders. "Nova, get some security images of these people using their cards and verify it's really them and not someone that just looks like them and they made them do it. I don't want a vamp to escape our sweep by being crafty like that."

"Yes, Jamie," Nova said.

"And forward all the names to Moran. Tell him it's a list of people who were given copies of the ritual and that Section needs to run down the names to identify the vamps and make triple sure the ones that chose not to go through with the ritual don't change their minds. Don't mention Caitlin, though. I don't want her to get in any trouble for this. She's been punished enough, already."

"Yes, Jamie."

They left the room and descended the stairs to find Caitlin and Helena sitting at the kitchen counter. Helena was frying up some eggs and bacon that Caitlin was eyeing hungrily. It was the first meal of her own choice in months.

"Everything all right down here," Jamie asked. "Did you get in touch with your family?"

"Yeah," Caitlin said, "They're okay, they were just worried sick. I told them to call off the search and that I'll be back home soon. They were too relieved to ask any questions."

"But they will ask when you come home," Jamie said. "Have you given any thought to what you'll tell them?"

"Yeah, but I don't know," she said. "I'll get my grandmother, who is a magician herself, to spin a cover story. I've decided that everything was her fault, in the end, and she has to make it right with my parents and brothers."

"Well, that's up to you," he said. "We would just be grateful if we were never mentioned in your story."

"Oh, yeah," she said, emphatically, "sure. No problem. You got it."

"Thank you."

"No, no," she said, "thank you!" She smiled a radiant smile at him. Jamie looked at her and wondered if she would fly into his arms for a big hug. He thought he could sense her desire to do so. She settled for a nervous, little laugh and a pat on his shoulder. "Yo-you're not really going to go hunting for vampires, are you?"

"Yes, we are."

Her eyes opened wide and she looked to be on the verge of tears. "Listen, I don't mean to be disparaging of your abilities, or power, but-"

"Nothing you say or do is going to change our minds," Jamie said, with an easy smile. "We know the dangers and the risks involved and we know how to overcome them. We've already done this, before."

"My grandmother would say, 'Once confident, twice lucky-'"

"Thrice dead," Jamie finished the saying. He put a finger against her soft, red lips and shushed her quiet. Caitlin's protests stopped, but her giant, blue eyes pleaded with him. "Don't you worry 'bout a thing," he said. "We got it all covered. You just have some food and then you can go home." He gave her a small wad of cash. "This ought to be enough to get you there. You go and be with your family. We will take care of this."

When he took his finger off her lips, she quickly said, "But it's my mess!"

"No it isn't," he said over his shoulder as he was walking to the door, "but we'll clean it up all the same!" He paused at the door. "If you want to help, take care of Marin Hunter and try and find out who the spirit that originally possessed you was. Just in case there are others like it, lurking in the shadows, waiting to come out and make more vampires." Caitlin gave him a little nod and Jamie left to go pack his things. 

Helena set Caitlin's plate before her. Caitlin took a long whiff of the savory smell and then dug into it with the zeal of the starving. She moaned her approval of the taste. Helena smiled at the wordless compliment. Their eyes met and she read the worry resurfacing in Caitlin's. "Don't worry," she said, "we've done this before. As a matter of fact, the very first time we went off to get medieval on a vamp's ass, we barely escaped with our lives. We are not going into this with high hopes and blind optimism, we know what we're doing."

Caitlin swallowed her mouthful and reluctantly nodded. Everything she had ever learned of vampires, suggested these young people are about to become vamp fodder, especially when coupled with their seemingly overconfident manner. However, if their claims were true, then they might just be vampire slayers. They certainly managed to save her from her doom. She raised her glass of orange juice in a toast and said, "May the spirit of Buffy guide you in your hunt!"

Helena returned a blank stare at her toast and Caitlin turned her face down to eat her food. After she was finished, Helena washed the dishes, dried them and put them away. She ushered Caitlin out of her house and locked it. Caitlin saw that the windscreen on the Camry had been replaced. Helena reminded her that returning the car to its owner was her job and left for the airport. Caitlin grinned. She would have been terribly annoyed at being left in someone's front yard like that, but she was still floating on a cloud of her newfound freedom. She snapped her fingers, glad for the simple freedom to do so at will, and looked all around herself. "I'm free," she declared, loudly, to the empty street. She laughed out loud and got in the Camry. There was life to be lived and no time to waste.

Nightfall saw the gang land in Seattle. There were two suspected vampires there. Two more waited in both Portland and Los Angeles; while San Francisco, San Diego and Sacramento had one suspect each. Jamie chose to sweep the coast from north to south. They had to wait until dawn for their SUVs to arrive, and then they drove to the first suspect's house.

Her name was Jessica Stansfield and there was no one home. Jamie unlocked her front door with a small investment of his power and a flick of his finger. They snuck inside, split up and examined the entire house, looking for anything they could use to scry on her. The whole place was covered in dust, as it had not been used for more than a month. They found some hairs in a drain.

"This girl was a loner," Sandra said.

"How do you figure," Jamie asked.

"Nothing but moldy, old, takeout boxes in the trash," she said. "No pictures of friends or family on the walls. Plus, I've seen her wardrobe."

Jamie's brow drew down. "I saw her clothes, too. There's nothing wrong with them."

Sandra and the girls smirked. "Let's just say that her clothes indicate her lonely status was going to continue, indefinitely."

"Also," Ray said, "she's fuck ugly. No wonder she's single." He held up some photos of her. "I wouldn't fuck her if she paid me!"

"You'd fuck anything with tits," Felicity said.

"Shut up, you two," Jamie said, "and clear some room for us downstairs. We're scrying on her, right away."

They gathered round and the four casters pooled their power to cast a scrying spell. Jamie didn't know if they could penetrate the vamp's concealment spells, but he was determined to have them do their level best. Their spell rose and fell like a tidal wave of mana that threatened to rend reality itself. It roared its refusal to be denied. The casters strained to govern so much raw power and focus it into a single spell. They concentrated so much that they didn't notice the symbol on their map move to a location.

"Hey," Sandra exclaimed. "It's working! We got a location! It worked!"

The casters peaked at the map and dropped their efforts. "But," Rose said, "we haven't even..."

Jamie shrugged, catching her meaning. They had hardly even begun their scrying chant when the symbol moved. "I guess she isn't warded," he said. Everyone shared uneasy looks between them. "Fuck it! We're going there to scout things out. She's an evil, bloodthirsty fuck, not a genius. She might have just forgotten to renew her wards, or something. Anyway, it looks like she's at a highway overpass. She might be hiding under it for lack of places to go."

They obeyed his order and left Stansfield's house to go to this overpass she was at. When they drove close, Jamie's gut instinct told him he shouldn't be there. Rose scryed again and confirmed that the vampire was at the overpass. Jamie took out his binoculars and saw that the overpass contained nothing but cars. "She's definitely under it," he said. He observed their surroundings. "Open range as far as the eye can see. We can't sneak up on her." He considered the traffic on the overpass. "Suggestions?" His gang exchanged looks and shrugged or shook their heads no. "We'll just storm her hideout and take her down. Let's wait for the traffic to ease up. I want minimal chances of witnesses or collateral victims."

Everyone nodded and settled in to wait. Just before sundown, the traffic decreased a lot and Jamie called, "Go time! Ray, Felicity, you two counter her spells! Nova, you reduce her to a puddle with 'Old Painless'! Sandra, Helena, stay with the cars! Rose, you and I are on support and capture!" He took out a set of vampire bindings and handed it to Rose. He took another set for himself.

They walked up to the side of the overpass and gave each other one last look. For all the preparations and power they wielded, they were still going after a fresh vampire and they each knew how risky it was. Jamie swallowed back his nervousness and nodded. They ran into plain view of anyone under the overpass.

They saw nothing but a ratty, old tent there. Ray and Felicity took flanking positions as Nova strode forward, effortlessly carrying the Avenger cannon and pulling 4000 rounds on a cart behind her. Rose and Jamie walked behind the gynoid, casting uneasy glances all around. It looked like no one was there. They advanced carefully.

When they got halfway to the tent, Nova whispered, so quietly they barely heard it, "I hear noises from the tent."

Everyone took note of the warning and focused all of their attention to the tent. Just as they did that, the flap on the tent opened up and a woman crawled out. She had long, dark hair and was wearing skimpy underwear. Despite his fear at the imminent fight and loads of adrenaline coursing through his veins, he noted that she had a perfectly proportioned body. She stood and stretched, giving him an opportunity to truly appreciate her sexy form.

Her head suddenly turned towards them and her beautiful face twisted up in hatred. Jamie's instincts punched through his fog of lust and told him the gorgeous woman was definitely a vampire. She broke into a run at them, using all of her magic to enhance her considerable speed. The Avenger roared to life and a steady stream of hot lead drew a tangible line between the gynoid and the vampire. 

The vamp tried to duck, but the gynoid's aim was infallible. Ray and Felicity tore down the woman's shields as fast as she could put them up and the hundreds of biting pieces of lead that were striking her each second began to override her super healing. Her spectacular, naked body turned slowly into a humanoid pile of mush that fell down to become a puddle of chunky blood.

The rotary cannon went quiet and Jamie let out a breath he didn't even know he had been holding. Everything went off much better than he had hoped it would. He saw a set of bindings fly up into the air and slowly fall towards the hourglass shaped blood stain on the concrete. Rose had deployed her set. It assumed the woman's shape and descended to imbed itself into the rapidly reforming body and fuse irreversibly with each and every cell as it was regenerated.

Jamie walked over to within reach of the slowly rising mess. When he could spot ears reforming on the sides of the head, he said, "Follow my orders! Harm no one! Drain no one! Don't use your magic for any reason! Do not attempt to leave my presence! Follow me! Be silent!" The woman's body reformed and she knelt before Jamie, staring up at him with murder in her eyes. "Cut the glare, cunt!" Her face adopted a significantly more polite expression. Ray and Felicity looked through the tattered remains of her tent and shook their heads when Jamie gave them an inquiring nod.

Jamie turned around and led his group back to their rented cars. The woman obediently got up and followed him. He ordered her into the back seat. Nova stowed away the cannon and ammo cart and sat next to her. The twins sat in the second car. On Jamie's order, they drove on to the second vampire suspect's house. "You will answer all of our questions truthfully and completely," Jamie said. "Where is Jessica Stansfield?"

"I am Jessica Stansfield," the vampire said.

Jamie turned around in his seat and looked her up and down. "Bullshit," he said. Jessica Stansfield was a plain looking woman, not a Jessica Alba look-alike. "Nova, check her fingerprints."

Nova took the woman's hand in its own and peered closely at the ridges on her fingertips. "Jamie, these fingerprints match the ones in Stansfield's police file," it said.

"Well, I'll be fucked," Jamie said. "How did you manage to change yourself so much?" As soon as he asked the question, his lips tightened in regret. He already knew the answer.

"I drained people of their life force to alter myself," she said.

"Good grief," Sandra commented from behind the wheel.

"How many," Jamie asked.

"I honestly don't know," she said. "Ten? Twelve? They were at a picnic party and I didn't keep count. I just let my desire for beauty take over."

"So you killed a dozen people just to make yourself look better," Jamie said, barely containing his rage. "And that's not counting the six innocents you sacrificed to become a vampire?"

"No," she said. "Look, I-"

"Don't speak unless it's to answer one of our questions," Jamie said. He giggled maniacally. "That's, that's, that's..." He shook his head and laughed bitterly. "Doesn't even know how many..." He bit his lip and nodded to himself. He looked out the window and pointed. "Sandra, park at this gas station!"

Sandra pulled in and parked. The other car followed her lead. No one noticed the gorgeous, naked woman in the back seat. The cars were warded to be inconspicuous. Jamie got out and said, "Stay in the car, cunt!" The vampire obeyed. Jamie went inside the convenience store. Ray, Rose and Felicity jumped out of the follow car and rushed after him, confused at the unexpected stop. They exited the store in a moment and got back in their car. Jamie came out too, less than a minute later.

He got back in his seat and said, "Drive!" Sandra pulled out and resumed driving to the second vamp's former home. Jamie had a bag and pulled something out of it. He unpacked the item and revealed it to be a box cutter. He handed it to the vampire. "Cut yourself until further notice. Make it deep and frequent." The vampire nodded and began to slice her skin open. It healed nearly instantaneously, but the pain was evident on her face.

The second suspect's home was an apartment that was already rented out to a new resident. The building manager was charmed into giving them access to the basement where the former tenant's things were boxed up and stored. They rummaged through them until they found a used toothbrush. A quick scry showed that the vampire, named Jake Ryman, was warded against it. Jamie huffed and gave out orders. The casters split up and went all over the neighborhood to charm people into telling them about their ex neighbor.

Not one of his neighbors had anything nice to say about him, once they started talking honestly. He had been a loudmouth with a nasty temper and a violent streak. Many thought he had connections with the mob. Jamie was amazed that the man, who had only been living in this neighborhood for eight months, had managed to leave such a strong and unfavorable impression on everyone that had met him.

Armed with the portrait of his character that the neighborhood gave them, they finally understood the big gaps in Nova's file on the man. Ryman had lived all over the States, but had years of gaps between residences, during which he had completely vanished. Jamie guessed the man must have been in Section lockup during those years. "Great," he said, "a fucking jailbird vampire."

They parked at a bar and grill in the man's former neighborhood and went inside for lunch. Nova stayed outside to guard the naked vampire that was cutting on herself and it proceeded to crunch every single speck of data even remotely connected to the man's life. By the time Jamie and his gang finished lunch, its heuristics had cobbled together a theory it couldn't disprove.

"Jamie," it said, "I have a working theory on Ryman's movements for the past decade. It has a 36% chance of being correct."

"Lay it on me," Jamie said.

The gynoid then proceeded to explain how three different women had filed restraining orders against Ryman, the vampire suspect they were searching for. Their photos were not identical, but they shared similar traits, and each woman had a son that shared the exact same birth date and first name. Nova postulated that the three women are one and the same that is living on the run from Ryman, who is the father of her child and that the discrepancies between their photos are due to obscuration wards, like the ones he and his slaves use.

Jamie nodded along with the explanation. It seemed a bit far fetched that a witch would file for a restraining order in a mundane court of law, three times, but they had nothing else to go on. "So, how do we find this woman," he asked. "And, more to the point, how do we find Ryman's son?"

"The woman changes her identity and profession with each move so she is very tough to track online," Nova said.

Sandra piped up with, "She must be doing everything in her power to make the transitions as easy as possible for her son. We should see what his interests are and maybe we can find them that way."

"Do it," Jamie said to Nova. After a few seconds, the gynoid reported having found a single parent household that has a very high probability of being the one they need. "Pinpoint their current locations and let's go!"

They got in their cars and soon found the boy walking home from his bus stop. Rose simply walked up to him, smiled, laid some charm magic into his brain to distract him and trimmed a small lock of his long, sandy hair. The boy gave her a smile and continued on his way home.

Rose came back to the cars and handed the hairs to the twins. "I always thought you needed a relative's blood to cast blood hexes," she said to them.

"Nope," Ray said.

"It's called blood magic because it involves your blood relatives," Felicity said, "not because it necessarily involves anyone's actual blood. It does work best with blood, that's true, but you can use hair, just as well."

The twins cast their blood hex on the hairs of Ryman's son and they started to dance in the air, swirling by an unseen and unfelt whirlwind. Finally, their spinning stopped and they coalesced into the shape of a small, sandy-haired fly that pulsed in their vision. The hairs then flew off at a moderate speed. "It's working," Ray exclaimed. "He isn't warded against it!"




A-Cup Angst Ch. 10



Everyone got into their cars and followed the pulsating hairfly as it zipped through the air until it left Seattle, came to a trailer park, and began to silently hover over a very large trailer. Jamie surveyed the park. It looked like it was abandoned. His gut was gripped by dread, all the same. "Nova," he said, "get the gun and the ammo." The gynoid retrieved the rotary cannon and attached a new belt of ammo to it. The casters got out of the cars and spread out. They looked around. There was no trace of anyone living in the trailers, despite them looking like they had been parked there for quite some time.

They shared uneasy, questioning looks. Sandra lowered her window and quietly said, "Hey, the fucker needs to eat every other day and Seattle is not only forty miles away, but he also can't get back into the city limits. He probably ate everyone here."

Jamie nodded at her explanation and gestured for her to close her window. He took one last look at the park and focused all of his attention on the trailer that had a tiny, but pulsating, ball of sandy hair hovering above it.

Jamie froze at a sudden shift in the currents of magic that were permeating the atmosphere. The hairfly was sucked into the trailer itself and the casters gaped in surprise. The others turned to Jamie for orders but then the door to the trailer burst open. Jake Ryman, the vampire, stood before them and grinned like a madman. "I gotcha now," he said, brandishing the tiny lock of hair. "Can't hide him from me, anymore, you cunt! I'll get-" The vampire noticed the other people around him and roared.

"Fire," Jamie reflexively bellowed. Nova's concentrated fire was repelled by Ryman's shields for a second before the twins dispelled them. Ryman let out an inhuman snarl of agony and frustration as the hot lead poured into his body to rend it into tiny pieces. The Avenger suddenly jammed and everyone was startled by the ensuing silence. The vamp was still in one piece, nowhere near damaged enough for their bindings to sink through it. "Oh, fuckity fuck! Raw power!"

Jamie and the redheads unleashed several of their pre-stored power spirits to burn the vamp into a crisp. It worked but Jamie knew it to be a temporary measure, at best. They needed the body ripped wide open and the brain liquefied for the bindings to take. Nova was diligently working to clear the jam, but Jamie needed a backup plan. His eyes darted between the redheads and the cars and soon settled on the gorgeous vampire in the back seat.

He pointed at her and screamed, "Get out of the car and drain this vampire!" Jessica leaped out of the car with all of her inhuman speed and ran over to the vampire. She grabbed him with one hand, while the other was still busy cutting the flesh of her perfect thighs. A strange keening was heard from Ryman and then his body began to rapidly desiccate. In seconds, he was reduced to a dry husk that toppled over. A light breeze immediately began to scatter the cloud of pinkish dust that rose from the pile.

Nova cleared the jam and pointed the gun at Jessica who was still cutting herself with a grimace of pain on her face. Jamie glanced at his redheads. Their faces asked the same question that was going through his mind. "The fuck just happened," Jamie asked of Jessica.

"I drained him, per your orders," she said through teeth gritted with agony.

"I... I didn't know that could be done," Jamie said. He had yelled "drain" in a blind panic, but he had actually meant to say "distract".

"Neither did I," she said. She moved her hand to repeatedly slash her belly open. 

Jamie took some comfort in seeing that she was still following his orders. "Stand on one leg," he said. She stood on her left leg and continued to cut herself. "Hop and cluck like a chicken." She obeyed. A low giggle of relief was heard coming from the three redheads. Jamie wiped the sweat from his brow. Jessica was still bound by the bindings.

"Do you feel any different," Rose asked, "now that you've drained a fellow vampire?"

Jessica seemed to adopt an expression of intense concentration and introspection, even as she kept clucking, hopping and self mutilating. "Yes," she said, after a few seconds.

Everyone's eyes bugged out. "Stop clucking and hopping and tell us how," Jamie said.

"My power feels doubled," Jessica said. "And I feel like all future power I'll ever get will be doubled, too. And the hunger... I feel like it's gone, but at the same time, I can feel it lurking in a dark corner of my being." Jessica closed her eyes and swayed to an imaginary tune. Her lips tightened into a grin. "It was such a strong presence, the hunger... It drove me on, like a slaver's whip... But now... It's like it's taken a leave of absence."

"Oh," Jamie said, clearly worried by her declarations, "that's all right, then." He cast questioning looks at the redheads. They wore the exact same expression of unease as him, but shrugged in response. The breeze dispersed the Ryman dust into nothingness. "Well, fuck it. We just saved up on some ammo and a very expensive set of restraints. Plus, we don't need to hand over another vampire to Section. It's all good, man. Let's go!"

They got back in the cars and drove away from the abandoned trailer park. After dinner, they retired to a motel to sleep, ordering Jessica to sleep naked in the car. Jamie then ordered Nova to sneak out the back window and creep around the building to keep a discreet watch on the sleeping vampire woman. 

He called the Czech contact that had provided them with the bindings to ask her a question about vampires. He was told repeatedly that no vampire can be rid of the bindings, once they had been properly installed. Jamie asked her about a vampire draining another vamp and she replied her society only knew of a few other cases. It doubled the vampire's power and increased the time they can go without draining another's magic to decades, instead of years, but she insisted that draining another vampire did nothing to enable a vampire to escape the bindings.

Jamie bore an unhappy grimace. She sounded like a typical salesperson, eager to deflect any and all complaints away from their product. Her assurances inspired little confidence in him. He threatened to cancel his order of more bindings unless she told him the truth. She insisted she was telling the truth and Jamie cancelled his order and hung up.

He had trouble falling asleep. He was worried about the changes the vampire reported feeling. On the one hand, she claimed her hunger for life force and magic was gone, which was good. On the other, she claimed her power was vastly increased, which was bad as far as Jamie was concerned. He dwelled on her words until the wee hours of the morning, when sleep finally managed to creep up on him.

He was roused by Rose. She handed him a cup of coffee and he sipped at it. "What time is it," he asked, his voice hoarse.

"Half past ten. We decided to let you sleep in. We also took the time to interrogate Jessica and test her bondage to us." Jamie's eyebrows rose expectantly. "It looks like she is our slave, without question. The bindings are in there to stay."

Jamie grunted. "That's what everyone keeps telling me," he said. He climbed out of bed and stretched, nearly spilling his coffee. "Ah, fuck it! If the bitch does try to slip the bindings out of herself, somehow, we'll just have to launch her into the Sun." Rose chuckled at his comment. Jamie didn't feel much like laughing, himself. If Jessica ever did manage to get rid of the bindings, their only backup plan was to run for their lives.

Jamie went for a quick brunch, while Nova measured Jessica's body, declaring that her measurements were, indeed, perfect. Sandra and Helena went with the gynoid to find the vampire some clothes. The two of them chose the clothes and Nova examined them for size. It wouldn't do to have their secret weapon running around naked and attracting attention as soon as she got out of the car.

They got into their enhanced cars and drove back to the airport. They flew to Portland, their next stop on the hunt.

In Portland, one of the vampires had sacrificed her own family in order to turn. The bodies had been since cremated and Jamie and his gang found themselves plum out of relatives to track her by. The missing persons' reports yielded no pattern or clue and they found themselves with no way of finding her. The second vamp had also vanished without a trace, but he had left his family intact. When they were questioned about him, they claimed he had gone nuts.

After a whole day of charming everyone that knew either person, they finally got a weak clue. The male suspect, one Mark Thicke, had once taken a few work colleagues to a remote cabin for some stream fishing. After some more charm magic was applied, they managed to remember different and incomplete directions to the cabin in question.

Jamie huffed in frustration and set out to find this cabin. It was a long shot, but better than none. Jamie was glad he had decided to bring their SUVs along for the hunt. They were capable of handling all terrains, even without all the magic they were enhanced with, and the Wrangler's engine had been significantly beefed up in order for it to be able to keep up with the Cayenne and X5 in a high speed chase.

After a lot of annoying negotiating the steep, muddy, dirt roads, they found themselves on a hilltop, face to face with a log cabin. Jamie, in the grips of a sudden, strong terror, swore at the loss of the element of surprise as the door to the cabin exploded outwards and a woman charged at them. Jamie reflexively dispatched his stored spirits to undo her offensive spells. "Drain her," he said to Jessica. "Get the gun," he ordered Nova.

Both of them hopped out of the back seat and ran off in opposite directions. Nova retrieved the Avenger and stuffed an ammo belt into it, while Jessica ran over to the vampire, and drained her in two seconds flat. Her desiccated corpse toppled over and a cloud of pink dust rose. "Fuck," Jamie said.

"Ditto," Sandra said, gripping the wheel like it was a life preserver. Only then did the other two cars catch up to them.

They all got out and examined the heap of dust. They probed Jessica with questions about how she felt. She told them she felt like her power was again doubled and that her hunger is now so faint, she can't even imagine ever feeling it again.

Satisfied that she truly wasn't going to escape her bindings, they examined the log cabin. Their brows bunched up as they noted that it was freshly made. It was not something that has stood there for years. They also remembered that the directions Thicke's friends gave them all agreed the cabin is supposed to be down in the valley of a stream, and not on a hilltop. They examined the cabin, but found no trace of a second vampire living there. They did find a bag containing personal effects and wallets of five loggers that Nova said had been reported missing to the local police.

Jamie ordered them back to their cars. Nova was going to pass on the information about the loggers to the police, but only after they made sure there wasn't another vampire in the vicinity. They drove on, glad of their choice of vehicles, until they came to a second hilltop clearing. It gave them a good, all around view so they got out of their cars and took out their binoculars. They quickly spotted the cabin they were searching for. 

Nova's optics allowed it to identify the man going in and out of the cabin as Mark Thicke, who had fallen off the grid, just like the rest of the vampire suspects. "Well," Jamie said, "that cabin must be the property of his blood kin. Shame this county doesn't have online access to its records. New tactic, everybody! We sneak up to the cabin, then Jessica goes over to the vampire and drains him. We watch and back her up, if necessary."

They spent twenty minutes trekking to the cabin and hid in the tree line encircling the cabin. They observed Thicke come out of the cabin, carrying a tin can and eating something out of it with a plastic spork. Jamie's brow bunched up in confusion. He was under the impression vampires didn't actually eat food. "Do you eat food," he whispered to Jessica.

Jessica nodded her head yes and said, "Life force sustains us, but without physical food, we would eventually turn into skin covered skeletons." She calmly awaited Jamie's order to go and drain Thicke of his life force and magic. Jamie felt something nagging at the edges of his awareness, but he couldn't identify it. Everyone was looking at him expectantly, except for Nova that was merely looking at him. Jamie fixed his eyes on Thicke, ignoring the rest of them. Something was wrong here. A tiny voice in the back of his mind whispered so and he needed to find out what it was before all hell broke loose. 

He closed his eyes and tried to focus. He took a deep breath, held it and slowly let it out. He wasn't very nervous, or afraid, he was just frustrated that the message his instincts were trying to deliver to his conscious mind was so faint and... absent. Jamie startled and his eyes shot opened as he finally got it. He wasn't afraid. Usually, when he was in the presence of a vampire, other than the enslaved Stansfield, his instincts told him to get very, very lost and now they weren't saying anything.

Without conscious thought, Jamie stepped around the tree into full view of the man sitting on a stump in front of the cabin. Everyone followed Jamie and only his raised hand stopped them from attacking. Thicke stood up, his aura obscured, but his eyes lingered on the asian woman pointing a minigun at him and dragging a big cart of ammunition.

"Mr. Thicke," Jamie said, walking calmly towards the man, "we apologize for the intrusion, but we've come here to ask you if you are a vampire." 

Thicke's eyes darted between them. Finally, he said, "Fuck you, fuck Section and fuck The Suit!" He tossed his can aside and stepped forward, proud and defiant. "I don't answer to any of you!"

"We are not with Section and I agree with your sentiment about The Suit," Jamie said pleasantly. Then his demeanor became dangerous. "However, I am here and I am asking a question. I will have an answer."

"I didn't ask for the fucking ritual," Thicke shouted. "I didn't ask for it and I didn't perform it, neither!"

Jamie wanted to threaten the man into submitting to an examination, but then realized he had no way of determining if he was or wasn't a vampire. He had just stepped before the man without a game plan. He cursed himself inwardly. What was he supposed to do? Drag him to the nearest enclosed structure and see if he can go inside it? Jamie realized that was exactly what he needed to do. He adopted his most menacing expression and said, "You are coming with us to be tested for vampirism."

"Fuck you," Thicke replied. "I'm a free man on my own property and I've got every right to drop you for trespassing! Now, fuck off before I do just that!"

A flash of ethereal light went from Rose to Thicke. Jamie recognized it as her unleashing one of her stored up Rose spirits of sorcery upon the man. Thicke fell to his knees and wheezed.

"Jessica," Jamie said, "pick him up and carry him with us to the cars." The vampire picked up the incapacitated man and carried him to the cars. They drove back to the first cabin, where they had found the woman vampire and parked. They roused Thicke and told him to enter the cabin, if he was able. He glared at them the whole time, and protested against violating private property, but he didn't really have it in him to defy them, not with his magic choked off from him. He entered the cabin and immediately ran through it to jump out a window in the back and run away.

On Jamie's order, Jessica chased him down in a matter of seconds and brought him back. "If you refused the ritual, then why did you leave your home and job," Jamie asked.

"Because the Apocalypse is coming, you idiot," snarled Thicke. "Vampires are rising, sacrificing people! Soon, Section is going to use nukes to stem the flood of sacrifices, disguising it as power plant accidents. I came here to survive! This place is out of the blast range and safe from fallout!"

Jamie laughed at the man as he finally got a handle on him. He was a survivalist. Thicke glowered at the younger man that was laughing at him. "Do you know what this is," Jamie asked between chuckles. He pointed at the cabin behind them. Thicke gave the cabin a glance over his shoulder and then resumed glaring at Jamie. "This is the cabin that a vampire just had built for herself." He pointed to the dwindling pile of pinkish dust. "And that was the vampire!"

Thicke regarded the pile with suspicion as Jamie roared with laughter. The rest of his gang joined in, now that the irony had been pointed out. Jamie had Jessica let go of Thicke and they got in their cars to leave. The older man kicked at the dust pile and then watched them drive away with an expression of horror dawning on his face.

They carefully drove down the hills, still chuckling at the man moving to safety within a mile of a vampire. Nova untraceably notified the authorities about the missing loggers' wallets and they tore down the freeway towards Portland. They got on their jet and loaded their cars into a hired cargo plane. They took off towards California and the remaining five vampire suspects.

Jamie sat in his seat and chuckled. "I can't believe vamps turn to dust when snuffed," he said, shaking his head. "It's just like an episode of Buffy." He laughed out loud and then turned to his vampire captive. "Did it feel different for you to snuff them? Compared to your human victims, I mean."

"Yes," Jessica said. "I could feel their energy was very different as soon as I touched them."

Jamie nodded at her explanation and then his brow bunched up. "Wait, wait, wait! You can tell if someone's a vamp by touch?" Jessica nodded in the affirmative. "Why the fuck didn't you just tell us Thicke wasn't a vamp!?"

"Because I fucking hate you," Jessica calmly said. "You are holding me prisoner and I want to sabotage your efforts at every opportunity." Upon saying that, Jessica's expression turned into one of pure panic.

Jamie snorted a bitter laugh and shook his head to himself. It was stupid of him to assume she'd cooperate with them. He ordered her to never drain a person she could feel was human under her touch. Then he remembered the trick with the bindings. They made the vamp obey every order anyone gave them. Jamie had ordered her to never drain anyone, but she drained Ryman as soon as he inadvertently gave her that order. Her blind obedience to any order given meant that they weren't going to be able to keep her around as a useful tool. 

He sighed and decided to use her to drain the remaining five vamps. It seemed the better choice to him. If he took them all prisoner with the bindings, then he'd have to spend years babysitting them until they starved. Having them drained permanently solved the problem of their existence. After that, he'd just have to come up with a solution to Jessica Stansfield. In the wrong hands, she could be a weapon of mass destruction. He wiped his face tiredly and shelved the problem for the time being. They still had five monsters to catch.

All five proved to be vampires and easily tracked. They stayed in homes owned by a family member and Jamie and Rose's Jedi senses could feel the presence of a vampire from dozens of yards away. After they sensed it, they simply had Jessica walk up to the door, ring the bell and drain the vampire into dust, if they were an actual vampire. All five people who answered the door were vampires, but didn't manage to resist Jessica draining them. Jamie surmised that draining vampires made her unbeatable by other vampires. Within a week, they were in the air, flying back east to their home town where Martin and Jessica Johansson also lived.




A-Cup Angst Ch. 10



Now that the vampires had been snuffed, all that remained to prevent them from traveling around the world and having as much fun as they could was Ben Johansson, the traitor that had nearly gotten them and their families killed. That and storing Stansfield someplace she'd never be found. Jamie selected Martin and Jessica as the first of the Johansson clan to be taken down and interrogated, since they had put up their names as Suzie's guardians last year, when the clan had legally kidnapped her.

Jamie walked up to the Johanssons' door and rang the bell. After a few seconds, he heard footsteps and then the door opened. Jamie enjoyed the look of recognition on Martin's face, for just a moment, before he cocked his arm back and punched him with all of his magically enhanced might.

Martin stumbled backwards and toppled over, stunned by the ferocious punch. Jessica appeared in the hallway, attracted by the noise. "What's going-"

Jamie cut her off by letting loose one of his stored power spirits and having it take over her aura to cast a debilitating spell into Martin's. She fell to the floor and moaned helplessly. Jamie grinned.

Martin was the first one to come to. He blinked rapidly and looked all around until he got his bearings back. He was on the floor of his living room, surrounded by Jacobs and his gang. His hands were bound behind his back and his mouth was gagged. He saw that his wife Jessica was lying next to him unconscious, but also tied up and gagged.

"Welcome back to the land of the awake, Martin," Jamie said. "Here's what's going to happen! You are going to get raped by these two," he indicated Ray and Felicity, "and you are going to cum like a motherfucker, or we are all going to rape your wife." Jamie pulled out their enchanted dildo and held it up for Martin to see. "The girls are going to join in the fun by using this!"

Martin shook his head in denial and pleaded behind his gag. He especially cast pleading looks and entreaties in the direction of his cousin Helena, but the tall blonde paid them no mind.

"Now," Jamie said, "I hope you're done with the sniveling, cause we are starting!"

Ray hauled Martin to his feet. Nova held him steady while he used his pocket knife to slash the man's pants down the sides. He ripped the garment off and repeated the procedure with the boxer shorts Martin was wearing underneath. Naked from the waist down, Martin began to cry.

Felicity stood before him and took his chin in her hand. She cooed at him reassuringly until he opened his eyes and looked into hers. She smiled a warm smile at him and rubbed his chest with both hands. She slid her hands lower and lower, until they landed on his manhood. Martin tensed up, expecting to be castrated at any moment. Instead, she gave him a few encouraging, gentle squeezes.

She kept smiling at him and looking him in the eye as she went down until she was on her knees in front of him. Martin was embarrassed beyond belief when she took his flaccid member into her mouth and began to apply suction. Despite his fear and shame, his cock was beginning to respond. He shifted his weight uncomfortably and kept shooting glances at his unconscious wife on the floor next to him.

His cock quickly grew to full mast and Felicity began to give it long, slow licks from stem to tip. She lathered it with her drool and Martin couldn't help but groan in delight at her expert touch on his most delicate flesh. His hands were suddenly released from their bindings and pulled out to the sides. The Asian was stretching one of his arms and the unknown, dark-haired beauty was holding the other at full length. Both the women possessed enormous strength and Martin knew he had no chance of getting loose from their grasp. He feared they might inadvertently rip his arms off.

His fear vanished when Felicity stood up and began to undress. Martin devoured every inch of her alabaster flesh that appeared before his eyes. He kept stealing guilty glances at his wife on the floor, but she looked like she wasn't waking up, so he let himself relax. Besides, he wasn't cheating on her, he was being raped. Jacobs said so.

Before long, the shapely redhead was standing before him clad only in her white, thigh-high stockings. She pressed her slender body against his and let him smell her scent. The women stretching his arms placed a hand against each of his hips. Felicity wrapped her arms around his neck and jumped up to hook her slender calves across the arms holding him in place. Her crotch was rubbing up against Martin's erection. She looked him in the eye as she slowly rubbed her juices all over the head of his cock.

Martin groaned in pure, sexual frustration. He didn't care that his wife was lying next to him, or that his cousin and some other people were watching. All he cared about was the promise of the tight wetness dancing above his cock. He tried to move to stab into Felicity, but was held too firm to do more than twitch. Felicity took one hand from his neck and reached down to aim him into her.

She slowly lowered herself upon his rod and they both groaned in pleasure. Martin was more aroused by this redhead than he could ever remember being with his wife. He smiled back at her, as best he could around his gag, when she fully sheathed him inside of her. Felicity gave him a wink and ground herself against his cock, ever so slightly.

Something cool snuck between Martin's naked buttocks and he tensed them up. It was Ray's finger and it started spreading lubricant over his asshole. Martin groaned in protest and tried to get his new lover to intervene with pleading looks, but she just chuckled and said, "You'll love it, I promise!"

Martin again tried to break loose, but the two women held him too tightly. He only succeeded in making his shoulders hurt. Ray finished spreading lubricant and removed his hand from Martin's buttocks. Martin took a deep breath to try and calm himself, but completely lost his shit when Ray grabbed his hips and placed the tip of his hard cock against Martin's asshole.

Martin screamed behind his gag, shook his head wildly and struggled as much as he could, to no avail. Ray pressed his cock against his rear entrance and pushed the head inside. Felicity stilled Martin's swiveling head and said, "Look at me! Look me in the eyes!".

When Martin peaked into her eyes, she squeezed his cock with her pelvic muscles, distracting him from his anal violation. "Hush now and relax," she cooed at him. She milked his cock, slowly, until he relaxed. Then Ray would shove another inch of his hard meat into Martin and make him cry out in pain and humiliation, all over again. Felicity relaxed and distracted the man until Ray's cock was all the way inside of him.

The twins then began to slowly rape Martin Johansson between them. Their efforts to make him cum were greatly hindered after he glanced down at his wife on the floor and saw her looking up at him. He shut his eyes in shame and tried to hide away, someplace deep inside. Felicity pressed her firm titties against him and Ray toyed with his nipples and they forced him to stay with them. After he spent a long while sandwiched passively between the twins, he began to buck his hips into Felicity, feeling heat gathering deep in his belly.

Felicity and Ray were near the edge of their endurance when Martin's resistance finally broke. He raced to an orgasm and the twins let themselves come to the edge as well. Ray came first and his spurts triggered Martin's contractions. Felicity felt the hot jizz fill her up and let herself be carried off on the rising wave of ecstasy. Heat bloomed across her skin and images from Martin's mind exploded on the backs of her firmly shut eyelids. 

She twitched and shuddered in orgasm for a whole minute more. Martin's flaccid cock had slipped out of her by then. She gathered herself and slowly unhooked her legs and stood on her own. Nova and Jessica Stansfield bound the man's hands again and forcibly sat him down on the floor.

"Well," Jamie asked, "what did you see?"

"He regularly reports to Ben Johansson," she said, still gasping for breath, "along with a few other members of the clan. They use radios, believe it or not."

"That's all well and good," Jamie said, "but it doesn't tell us where Ben is. When is the next transmission due?"

"Martin is supposed to report to Ben in five days, but his cousin Oliver is due to have a talk with Ben tomorrow. Oh, and Ben's hiding in a cabin somewhere in Vermont."

"Vermont," Jamie said, pleased. "Will Ben be transmitting as well, or does he just listen in?"

"He usually gives instructions," Felicity said.

"Nova, can you triangulate Ben's location," Jamie asked.

"Yes," the gynoid said. "But I need the frequency he is using."

Felicity gave it to the gynoid and Jamie rubbed his hands together in satisfaction. "What else does Martin know that could be of interest to us?"

"Nothing much," Felicity said. She then proceeded to lay bare all of his deepest, innermost secrets for the amusement of her company. They chuckled at some of them and clucked disapprovingly at others.

Finally, Jamie stood up and said, "Yeah, Martin's just a tool Ben's using to get updates. However, we need to see if the female of the species is just as harmless. Fit her with the dildo and do your stuff!"

Felicity and Ray exchanged a quick look confirming they were both ready for round two. Nova and Stansfield got Jessica Johansson upright and tore her dress off. Jessica's screams were muffled by her gag, but still loud. She tried to fight the vamp and gynoid off, but they stripped her nude in two seconds flat, ripping all of her underwear off.

Jessica shook with dread. Her husband's muffled screams reached her ears and she craned her neck to look down at him. He was trying to comfort her through his gag. Everyone could make out the words "It's ok" or "It'll be ok", despite the gag. Jessica shook her head in despair and closed her eyes.

The redheaded rapists converged upon her and kissed her cheeks. Jessica frowned and tried to get away from the tender touch, but was held by the other two women. They took off her restraints and stretched her hands out to the sides, immobilizing her in a standing position. She tried to drop to the floor in an effort to slip out of their iron grasp, but their grip on her wasn't affected in the least and she only succeeded in making her shoulders come very close to dislocating. With a scream of agony, she quickly resumed standing on her own two feet. The twins then started kissing lower, teasing her skin. They applied suction when they reached her neck and nibbled her, a bit, above her collar bone.

Jessica stoically endured the tender touches. She'd be damned if these two rapists were going to find out and then spill all of her secrets out in the open. She braced herself mentally. The twins then turned their attentions to her arms. They each massaged one of them and laid a line of tender, teasing kisses from her wrists to the inside of her elbows.

Jessica had to admit it felt nice, but she conceded only that. She was not going to cum with these animals and have her life ruined by them. She was adamant about that. They laid ticklish kisses down her sides, nearly making her giggle, but she suppressed the spark of arousal and held fast. When they moved down to massage her buttocks, their efforts to arouse her were wasted. She allowed herself a small, victorious smile.

"This is taking too fucking long," Jamie said, sounding bored. He got up and walked behind Johansson. He gently rubbed his palms together, running his fingertips up and down the length of his fingers. He focused on the ticklish sensations upon his skin and let them bloom and grow under the effects of his magic. Ray and Felicity stood aside as he laid his hands upon the small of Jessica Johansson's back.

Jessica screamed in horror and denial as she was instantly overwhelmed by sexual arousal. Her pussy swelled and began to drip juices while her clit popped out to say hello to her rapists. She wailed in denial behind her gag.

"Fit her with the dildo and make this quick," Jamie said, returning to his seat. He would have tied all three of their auras together so they could share their arousal and orgasm, but that would render Felicity unable to read Jessica's mind. She could only receive a person's thoughts if she shared her own, natural connection with her twin brother during the sexual act. Tying their auras together was something Jamie didn't do even when they had an orgy, as it felt awkward to the twins who were very used to their own connection.

The twins easily slid the dildo into her pussy and closed the clasp on the belt. As soon as they did, Jessica felt hope. The dildo's inner protrusion had not been very thick or stimulating and as soon as they shut the clasp on the belt, she completely stopped feeling it in her.

Then Felicity bent over to give her new cock a kiss on the tip and she knew she was going to cum without fail. She felt those lips directly upon her engorged clit. She cried and begged behind her gag, but no one paid her any mind. Her husband tried to offer muffled encouragement, but he only made her hurt worse. Tears slid down her cheeks, even before Ray applied lubricant to her asshole.

He shoved his hard meat into her without much preamble. She stiffened and wailed at the unwelcome intrusion. Felicity was once again helped to mount her victim and her wet pussy slowly engulfed Johansson's cock, making the woman feel like she was the one that was fucking the redhead with her huge clit.

Felicity rubbed herself up and down the unyielding phallus, doing everything she knew how, in order to bring maximum pleasure to herself and Jessica. Jessica was by now completely lost in the indescribably exotic and sensual feelings. Her clit, G-spot and all of her vagina were being stimulated by Felicity's wet, tight cavern and her tits were mauled by Ray's big, strong hands. There was no way for her to not cum. She tried one last, desperate thing she could think of to save herself and her marriage. She allowed the pleasure to come on with every fiber of her being.

She surprised them with her orgasm, twitching and shuddering between the two women stretching her arms. She wailed like a woman possessed. Felicity and Ray suspended their efforts and let her enjoy her orgasm. When Jessica came back to her senses, she opened her eyes and looked upon the smiling, alabaster face of her redheaded rapist.

"That's the spirit," Felicity said. "Now you've got it!"

The twins resumed their efforts and she realized with horror that she was going to cum again at any moment. Ray's grunts and Felicity's squeals signaled the imminent approach of their orgasms and Jessica shut her eyes in denial. She had to stop her second orgasm from happening. She had to do something to not cum when they did. Her whole life, everything she had ever built, hung upon it.

She summoned all of her willpower but was defeated when she felt Felicity shudder upon her phallus. The contractions upon her clit sent her over the edge and the twitching in her ass, as Ray unloaded his seed into her bowels, sealed her fate. She was swept away with a torrent of ecstasy.

When they were done, the two women that had held her up removed the dildo, tied her hands behind her back again and set her down on the floor. Jessica allowed herself one last, pleading look up at her assailant. 

Felicity smirked at her and said, "Why, Mrs. Johansson, yer such a cunt!" She laughed as Jessica rolled away from her husband and assumed a fetal position, closing her eyes in shame. "She is fucking half the clan behind this one's back. She even sucked uncle Ben's cock last week. Good call on having us fuck her as well," she said to Jamie, "cause now I know the exact location of the cabin."

Jamie stood up and sent the Johanssons to dreamland for the whole night to come. "Nova, Jessica, carry these two to the cars! We're taking them with us so they don't warn Ben that we're coming. Come on! Off to the airport!"

In Vermont, they again had to wait several hours for the slower cargo plane to deliver their cars. Ray rode with the cars to make sure the Johanssons stayed asleep in the trunks and that no one noticed them. The rest of the gang spent the time in a hotel room, fucking their brains out in a wild orgy. After the cars were delivered, they freshened up and set out to find Ben's cabin in the woods.

Felicity led them to the place without a problem. They drove through a well-used forest road and soon found themselves at the turn off towards Ben's place. They drove as close to the cabin as they could, without losing tree cover. The cabin itself was large and had three or four stories. Its roof was steep and extended all the way down to the wraparound porch. 

The gang crouched behind trees and Jamie, Helena and Sandra gazed at the cabin through binoculars. "Anyone see anything," Jamie asked.

"Motion detectors and infrared cameras with all-round coverage," Nova said, before anyone else could say they saw nothing.

"Well, fuck," Jamie grumbled. "How are we supposed to sneak in close with that kind of surveillance in place?"

"Can't you hack into them," Helena asked Nova.

Jamie shot Helena a look but the gynoid politely said, "The system is closed circuit without any wireless capability."

"Let's just charge him," Ray said.

"No," Jamie said. "He's a fucking Johansson and, in my experience, they're all a little bit nutty. Fucker might even snuff himself if he sees us coming and I want to know why he did what he did. Plus, I still have no fucking clue as to what his uncle used to attack us last year." Jamie let out an exasperated sigh. He needed Ben alive and well for rape questioning, but he didn't know how to get him. "I need ideas. I'm ordering you to give me an idea. Ray!"

"Um," Ray said, "I still say we charge at the cabin. He probably has an escape plan in place and we just run him down as he makes a go for it."

Jamie grimaced. He didn't want to risk it. "Sandra!"

"What if we cast a minor rift spell in front of the cameras and motion detectors to fool them with a false image," she said. The other girls nodded along with the sound of that suggestion.

"Motion detectors work via sound, not image," Jamie said. "Also, how do you get a false image to present to the camera? How do you remove us from the image?"

"Well, uh," Sandra floundered, "I don't know."

"Felicity," Jamie said.

"Um, uh," Felicity said, "we, uh, we fly in?"

Jamie gave her a look and then nodded. "That's plan B. We parachute in from above, unseen by his detectors. Before we turn around and drive all the way back to the airport, someone give me plan A. Rose!"

"We get the Johanssons from the cars and keep them unconscious," Rose said, "while Nova and the vampire walk them to the cabin, making it look like they're the ones walking up the driveway. Then Nova and the vamp take out Ben."

"Huh," Jamie said. They did have two people on hand who would not scare Ben off, unless he saw them shuffling towards his cabin, stiff like a pair of zombies with closed eyes. Jamie shook his head. That idea wouldn't work, either. Ben was holed up in this isolated cabin, precisely because it allows him to see who's coming and respond in plenty of time.

Jamie took a deep breath and was about to order them back to the airport when Nova said, "Jamie, I believe I have a plan of approach." Jamie gestured for her to continue. "We put Martin behind the wheel of one of our cars and I start to broadcast his voice on Ben's radio frequency, stating angrily and emphatically that he's come here to kill Ben for fooling around with his wife. If my understanding of human nature and Ben Johansson in particular are correct, there is a high probability that Ben will exit his cabin to intercept Martin and talk him down, as the expression were. This would give us an opportunity to drive up close to him and take him out before he knew what was happening."




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"Fuck me," Jamie whispered in admiration. "I could just kiss you!" Nova quickly calculated that Jamie's utterances were colloquialisms and chose to not point out to its creator that it was not anatomically correct. It smiled instead. "Alright, we have a plan of action! Twins, you lie down in the back seat! You are to seize Ben as soon as you get close enough to him! Nova, you hide in the passenger seat and do as you just said! Get the radio out and start broadcasting Martin's anger right now!"

Their radio wasn't digital so Nova had to actually speak aloud into the microphone with Martin's voice. The vampire sat Martin up in the driver's seat and the twins and Nova took their positions. Nova started the car and drove towards the cabin, swearing up a storm along the way.

Jamie crouched behind his tree and looked through his binoculars. The SUV was halfway across the open ground between them and the cabin when he saw the door open. He grinned as he saw the object of his hatred emerge and stand on the porch, defiantly glaring at the approaching car. Then Jamie remembered their car was laden with lots and lots of wards that made it unrecognizable and the passengers unnoticeable. He cursed himself inwardly and desperately hoped Ben wouldn't notice it. He obviously didn't notice an inability to spot the license plate on his camera screens, if he had even bothered to check them. Jamie just hoped he wouldn't realize he was unable to make out Martin's features behind the wheel.

The car drove nearly all the way to the cabin before Jamie saw Ben step away from it and back to the door. "Shit," Jamie cursed aloud. He made no move to pursue Ben. They had a few minutes' drive to get to there and if the twins weren't able to take Ben down in one hit, he was going to be able to enact his emergency plans, whatever they were. Jamie held his breath and stared on through his binoculars, hoping the twins noticed Ben and took action.

Just as he saw Ben turn around to head inside, the rear doors to the Wrangler opened and the twins started hanging out of them. Jamie saw two slight flashes of light and Ben Johansson fell down on his front porch. Jamie sighed in relief and gathered his posse to drive down to the cabin.

A few minutes later, Jamie drove up to the cabin and walked in. Nova greeted him in the front hall and said, "I've deleted all the footage from the security system and disabled it."

Jamie nodded in acknowledgement and said, "Where's Ben?" Nova led him into the front parlor where the head of the Johansson clan lay on the floor, unmoving. Jamie let out a great sigh of joy when he saw the glad sight. "Finally, we get to the bottom of this big, ugly mess. Wake him up and interrogate him!"

Ray made Ben come to and then Nova and the vampire Jessica picked him up and roughly divested him of his warm, layered clothing. Ben tried to fight back and resist, but soon saw the futility of combating their super strengths. He craned his neck to face Helena, while he was being manhandled and said, "Helena, help me! Stop your friends! Talk to them!"

Helena regarded him with a blank look. "No," she quietly said.

Jamie stood next to her and whispered in her ear, "You really don't have to be here for this." 

She nodded and looked conflicted for a few moments, before shaking her head and saying, "I'll be fine."

Ben saw his options dwindle. "Mr. Jacobs," he said, "let's talk about this! I have information! A lot of knowledge that an ambitious, young man like yourself could use. We can come to an arrangement, please!"

Jamie stepped before the naked, pasty, white man covered in blubber and fat. "I am going to take all of your knowledge for my own, don't you worry," he said. "Ray, Felicity."

The twins got to work and Ben was soon squealing and wailing in protest at his anal penetration. Ray's thrusts set Ben's blubber shuddering and Felicity had trouble riding his surprisingly large cock with all the gut fat hanging over it. "Ray, this cannae work," she said. Ray nodded to Nova and Jessica and they helped him drag Ben backwards to a couch. Ray sat down and Ben was impaled upon his cock again, screaming in humiliation. Felicity mounted his hard shaft again and began to bounce up and down it with relish.

Soon, the three of them came together and Felicity's pleasure ridden mind was overwhelmed with images of Ben's thoughts and memories.

Jamie patiently waited for his redheaded slave to catch her breath after she dismounted Ben's softening cock that was glistening with her juices. Nova pulled Ben off Ray and restrained him on the floor, next to the couch.

"Well," Jamie finally said, "Why did he do it?"

"The Suit ordered him to," Felicity said. "It offered him rehiring all the members of his clan and releasing the ones in lockup if he passed a file on you and your group to the Syndicate."

"Everything I did," Ben panted from the floor, "I did for my family. It was nothing personal against you."

Jamie's blood boiled at hearing that. The memory of the videos of his mother being raped and mutilated surfaced in his mind. A vision of her in a dog cage, naked, bloody and broken, danced before his eyes. The edges of his vision turned red as his wrath consumed his sanity. Jamie stood up and grabbed a heavy coat rack stand by the door as if it was a toothpick. He roared in anger as he brought it down on Ben's prone form again and again.

"My mother was kidnapped because of you," he yelled at the semi-conscious old man on the floor. "She was raped, because of you! She was mutilated, because of you! You fucking bastard!" Jamie kept swinging the heavy stick until it broke against Ben's bruised body. He saw that Ben was still breathing and he reached down and snapped the man's neck with his bare hands. Jamie stood over the corpse and gulped air to catch his breath. He kicked at the corpse repeatedly. "Fucking cunt!"

The rest of his group stood around and calmly waited for orders. He had done this many times over in the last few months and seeing him bludgeon someone to death was nothing new to them. Felicity and Ray got dressed in the meanwhile. She popped out of the room and returned very quickly to ask, "Shall I tell you about the vault?"

"What fucking vault," Jamie asked.

"The Johansson clan had been formed way back when Ben was just a toddler," Felicity said. "His father and uncle had been archaeologists that went on digs throughout the world and scoured the ancient finds for magical objects. They found lots and lots of them and brought them all to D.C. and stored them in a vault that's accessed from under the Smithsonian."

"I take it there are dangerous things of great power in this vault," Jamie said. Felicity nodded. "There always are. Is there anything here that is connected to the vault, or grants access to it?"

Felicity nodded her head yes. "This is an almost complete inventory of its contents," Felicity said, brandishing a thick bundle of papers she had just retrieved from Ben's office.

"Ok, then," Jamie said, "Nova, take those and scan them into your memory. Let's get the fuck outta Dodge and burn this place down to the ground! Nova, toss the Johanssons from the car!"

Nova dumped the unconscious married couple out on the snow and they set the cabin on fire. They sat in their cars and drove off. The huge blaze could be seen in their rear view mirrors for several minutes. They drove to the airport and took off towards Washington, D.C.

Once the plane reached cruising altitude and speed, they were settled in the seats and Jamie said, "Ok, Felicity, tell us all about this vault that the Johanssons have!"

"Well," she said, "it's fucking huge, for one thing! It's more than a hundred feet underground and it's about as big as a football pitch. It's hidden and sealed with very powerful and dangerous magic. If you can find it and know the passwords that allow you to survive the magical traps, you can enter it by simply turning the knob on the doors. The vault itself is just a big room made of armored concrete, nothing special. Now, inside the vault is where the magic really is. Ben did an inventory of the place. It took him nearly the whole time from when his uncle Eric died to the time when he disappeared to hole up in his cabin.

"The most important thing in the vault, at least in Ben's mind, is a fountain that pre-dates ancient Babylon. It has the power to create and bestow magic upon those born without it." Everyone gasped at the news. "The catch is that you have to drain thirteen people of all of their blood to convert their life force into magic that you then absorb. And that's how all the Johanssons got their magical power."

Astonished whispers of "fuck me" and "damn" spread throughout the plane's cabin.

"Not a single one of the clan had been born with magic," Felicity said, "they all got it while they were kids and the clan elder made the sacrifices in their name and dipped them in the spilled blood. Obviously, the elders gave themselves magic while they were already grown up. Helena's magic came to her the same way."

"That must be why I was able to knock out all the Johanssons when I first attacked The Suit," Jamie said, still sickened by the recitation. "I spent only one spirit for each gender. Fucking cunts! Slaughtering innocent people for power. Fuck! I left Martin and Jessica alive back there! Which one of them knew about this?"

"Besides the founding brothers, only Ben had been told about it," Felicity said. "Everyone else believes they were born with magic since the sacrifices were performed while they were still infants. Besides, I interrogated those two, remember?" Jamie nodded and sat back in his seat. "And Ben only found out about it after Eric had died," Felicity said with a mischievous grin on her lips.

"What do you mean," Jamie asked. "How?"

"Another thing they have in the vault is a small, magical pool," she said. "It serves as a sort of answering machine. A magician can record a message consisting of his or her thoughts and have it deliver that message to a person of their choosing after they die. That's how Eric told Ben where to find the vault and how to get in."

"And who did Ben leave a message for," Jamie asked. He was starting to get the nagging feeling that this whole thing was only going to end when he slaughtered each and every last Johansson.

"No one," Felicity said. Jamie gave her an incredulous look. "He hadn't picked a successor before you snuffed him." She laughed. "In Ben's opinion, his whole clan is made up of incompetent idiots." 

"Wait," cried Sandra in sudden alarm, "hold up! Jessica Johansson! She wasn't born a Johansson, she married into the clan! Where did she get her magic from?"

"She was born with it," Felicity said. "The clan has the practice of only wedding people that were born with magic."

"So, she doesn't know about the vault," Sandra asked.

"No, she doesn't," Felicity said.

"What else is in the vault," Jamie asked.

"Enchanted weapons, captive monsters, stored spells, ancient items and artifacts of great power, and quite a lot of stuff that's obviously very powerful but they hadn't yet figured out what it does, exactly," Felicity said. "I'll give you a run down of everything when we tour the vault itself, but I doubt you'll want to use any of their shit."

"Oh," Jamie said, questioningly. He grinned at the flippant tone of the young woman that was his slave.

"Yeah," Felicity said and settled back in her seat. "See, the price for activating and using nearly all the things in there is human sacrifice." Jamie's grin evaporated. "And a lot of the stuff there kills the one that uses it, as well. Like the preconstructed rift spells. You activate one of those and it ends with disintegrating you."

Jamie remembered the one that was used to clean up after Eric Johansson's failed attack on them. He faced forward and let Felicity get some shuteye. She was exhausted. Ray was already snoring in his seat. Jamie shook his head to himself and let out a heavy sigh. Dark thoughts were swirling around in his brain. He counted up the Johanssons by birth and multiplied the number by thirteen. Then he felt sick. Helena's power, the power gained by murder, was inside Rose and they used it, on a regular basis, to store up Jamie's power spirits. He felt violated and disgusted by the realization.

"So, what are you going to do about The Suit," Helena quietly asked, breaking him out of his reverie of revulsion.

"Huh, what?"

"Are you going to confront The Suit about what it did," Helena asked.

"No," Jamie said. "I'm just going to kill the shit."

"Can you do that," Helena asked.

"I think I've thought up of a way," Jamie said. "We'll see. Even if it doesn't work, and The Suit survives, it'll be scared a bit. Just like we were when we got those DVDs."

Helena shut her eyes and nodded in sympathy. She hadn't gone through what the rest of them had, because her parents had not been taken, but she was plenty disgusted by what she glimpsed of the others' tapes. "Is that wise," Helena said. "Is it wise to kill the head of a nation's supernatural law enforcement?"

"Fuck wise," Jamie said. "The fucker knew full well what would happen if he, or she, didn't back the fuck off. They made their choice and they must be made to suffer the consequences of that choice." He turned and studied her features. "You disagree?"

Helena sighed and reluctantly nodded. "Jamie, you've done so much killing by now. Aren't you sick and tired of it, already? When is this going to stop? Is The Suit your last victim? Or are you going to decide to kill the President for having appointed whoever it is?"

"Dude," Jamie whispered in protest. "What the fuck? When did I ever kill someone who didn't have it fucking coming to them? Whom did I kill that didn't have innocent blood on their hands? Name one! Just one name!"

"You know that isn't-" Helena started to say.

"If you can't remember the name, then give me a rough description," Jamie said, insistently.

"Look, I'm just saying-"

"I get what you're trying to say," Jamie said. "I get it. And you're completely wrong. The Suit is the last. Very last one. We snuff him, or her, and we stow Stansfield in the Johanssons' vault and beef up its security and we're off to see the world."

Helena sat and considered his words for a few more moments, before saying, "We're not going to have any choice in that matter anymore. Regardless of The Suit's guilt, once you kill it, Section is going to come after us and never stop. We are going to have to roam the world, like gypsies. Do you remember that pimp in Vegas?"

"I didn't kill him," Jamie said.

"No, but you were going to, Jamie," Helena whispered. "If those hookers hadn't come back so fast, you'd have killed him dead."

"I didn't kill him," Jamie said, insistently.

"My point is that you have trouble putting things into perspective, Jamie," She said, her tone of voice soothing. "You were dead sure that guy was a baddie."

Jamie's hands rose and mouth fell open in an expression of incredulousness. "Are you fucking dumb," he asked. "Did you not hear it when Felicity read Ben's fucking mind?! Cause I could swear you were standing right fucking next to me when she did!"

"That's not my point, Jamie," Helena said.

"If ever there was a way to tell if someone was guilty of something, or not, then-"

"That's not what I'm saying, that's-"

"What are you saying, Worth," Jamie all but shouted. Everyone was awake by then and listening to the argument. "What are you saying? Are you saying that The Suit isn't guilty and that Felicity read Ben's mind wrong? Or is my slave just lying about everything?"

"No, Jamie, that's-"

"Then what in Bigfoot's furry asshole are you saying?!"

"I'm just saying," Helena said, her tone reconciliatory, "that maybe killing The Suit isn't the best way to handle our situation. It might not be the wisest course of action, here."

Jamie glared at her for a few moments. His chest heaved up and down in anger. "I'm going to do my damnedest to kill the shit," he said. "It's a just punishment and it's what I'm going to do. You can help me, or you can get out of the fucking way." Helena opened her mouth to say something but Jamie cut her off with, "I fucking mean it! I'm not gonna report The Suit to itself, or start circulating a petition to get it removed from office. That shit wanted death and suffering and I am going to give it what it wants!" Helena's lips drew down unhappily. She raised her hand in the air. "What?!"

"And what if The next Suit decides to go after our families to punish you for killing this one," she calmly asked.

"Then I will drench the earth on our families' graves with the blood of Section operatives until there are no more operatives to be had," Jamie said, glaring daggers right between her eyes.

Helena passed up on the opportunity to point out the hypocrisy of his last statement. She sniffed back her tears and faced front. She shook her head to herself and gave up. Jamie was again in the grips of his alpha male madness and impossible to reason with. She loved him to bits, but she felt like he would benefit from a stabbing in the ear, right about now. 

The uncomfortable silence in the jet's cabin lasted until the rest of the jet's passengers managed to drift back to sleep. Once they landed in Washington, D.C., everyone got up and stretched as best as they could. Jamie said, "We're going to this vault, first. I don't want to be dragging this vamp into a hot zone and have her attack us when someone else tells her anything that might be interpreted as an order." He turned to Felicity. "What do we need to get in?"

"Just magic," she said and then tapped her temple. "And the passwords."

They had breakfast while they waited for their cars. Felicity used the time to annotate the inventory they took from Ben. She marked the few items that weren't powered by human sacrifice. Jamie noted all of those were made useless by modern technology. Many of the items powered by human sacrifice were also rendered obsolete by progress and science, but Jamie could see how someone would want to kill a human being in order to ensure with sorcery that their well's water was clean and safe to drink. 

Their discussion of the inventory list was interrupted by the arrival of the cars. They retrieved them, taking care to have the vampire minimize contact with humans. At least one of them was next to her at all times to nix anything she might overhear and interpret as an order. After retrieving their vehicles, they set off to find the vault. They used charm magic to gain access to the Smithsonian's underground storage rooms. In one nondescript room, Felicity had them line up in single file behind her and said, "Squid."

The wall in front of them suddenly split into two halves that swung inward to let them through. Only when they passed through the doors, did they spot the incredibly intricate illusion that was hiding the seams from prying eyes. "No one could ever spot this door," Felicity said. "The illusion is made by using this artifact." She pointed out a delicate golden chain hanging above the door. "It's from one of the tribes that sacked Rome."

They found themselves standing at the beginning of a long and nondescript corridor. The walls were concrete and cold. A faint glow was seen in the distance. "Doodle," Felicity said. The glow increased until it transformed into a pale light that illuminated their way. "That password disarms the traps and turns on the lights. Come on!" The doors closed behind them and they could no longer see a doorway, or the golden chain hanging above it. Everyone was disconcerted.

"What fucking traps," Jamie demanded. "I can't sense any traps."

"Well, duh," Felicity said, "they're disarmed. Even if they weren't, you'd never be able to sense them until they killed you. The traps were made by Eric and his brother and they incorporate some of the craziest stuff that magicians had made since before language was invented."




A-Cup Angst Ch. 11



Jamie was admiring the night sky with a contented sigh. The orgy he had just had with his slaves left him drained and satisfied. The stars above him twinkled. He grinned at them and tried to make out the constellations. The night sky was ridiculously dark, allowing for thousands of stars to be seen. He looked around himself and realized he wasn't on the roof of Bastion. He was comfortably lying on a floating carpet. The city was so far below him that its lights could not interfere with the pale light of the distant stars.

Jamie ignored the ridiculous height below him and turned his attention back to the stars above. They still blinked in and out of existence and Jamie frowned. He realized they weren't blinking randomly. They were disappearing and reappearing in concert, as if a giant, dark shape was passing in front of them. Jamie squinted and struggled to make out the shape when it suddenly flew towards him with terrible speed and seized him.

The dark shape clutched him in its talons and they plummeted to the city below at breakneck speeds. The air whistled and hollered past Jamie's ears. He squinted his eyes against the buffeting wind. The shape then gave him one last shove and Jamie landed headfirst into a viscous, cloying liquid. It suffocated and blinded him, slowing down his desperate efforts to surface with its molasses-like consistency. Finally, Jamie curled up into a ball and he slowly rose through the fluid until he broke the surface and gasped for air.

His lungs didn't burn, strangely, and he looked around at the impenetrable darkness that surrounded him. He was in a cauldron and the fluid he had been drowning in was blood. A large hand, marked with age, reached out of the darkness and submerged his head under, once again. Jamie fought against it, ineffectually. The hand raised him out of the bloody cauldron.

Jamie looked to the source of the gargantuan arm that held him up as if he was a puppet. Only two dark red, squinting eyes glowed malevolently in the darkness. A second gnarled hand reached out and tore his clothes off.

He hung there, limp and naked in the grasp of this giant, dark figure. His fear and dread were paralyzing him. The hand that tore off his clothes brandished giant, sharpened nails and began to tear off Jamie' skin with the exact same ease it tore his clothes off. Jamie moaned and shrieked in agony, desperate to get away from the monster that was flaying him.

His skin pooled under him in thin strips. His blood dripped over it, copiously. The figure drew his skinless, soon-to-be corpse towards the two glowing eyes. They tried to pierce right into Jamie's soul and suck it out of his eyes. Jamie's own eyes lit up at that moment, powered by his own magic and he began to evade direct eye contact with the dark creature, knowing it would mean the end of him. A pale light projected out of his eyeballs. The two thin shafts of light intersected in the air between Jamie and the dark figure. As Jamie's eyes darted away from meeting the perpetually shifting gaze of the assailant, the light emanating from them left a pale line hanging in the air between Jamie and the evil flayer.

The line seemed to be random, at first, but soon Jamie realized it made up a complicated three-dimensional sigil. When it was finished, Jamie smugly glared at the red eyes in the darkness. He was protected from them. His soul was safe. The creature simply opened its claw and Jamie began to fall. He fell towards the heap of his flayed skin that leaped up and began to wrap him up like a mummy.

Jamie jumped up and rolled away from the skin strips threatening to suffocate him. He rolled off the bed and adopted a combat stance it the middle of the dark room. His magical, Jedi-like senses stretched out and confirmed that he was in reality. No more cartoon physics and uncooperating limbs. He huffed in relief and slouched. The adrenaline rush was dissipating and he giggled maniacally in its wake.

Nova entered his bedroom and held out a large sketch pad and pencil. Jamie sat back down on the edge of the bed and began to draw the sigil that had protected him in his dream. The skin of his face and throat was itching him terribly and distracting him from his drawing. He closed his eyes, resisting the temptation to go scratching at his raw skin and envisioned the sigil. It danced vividly on his eyelids. He nodded to himself. He wasn't likely to forget it. He opened his eyes and stood up.

Jamie walked to the ensuite bathroom and turned on the light. He winced at seeing the deep scratches that he had clawed upon his own face and throat, his subcounscious desperation to awaken from the nightmare had struck again. The scratches were oozing blood. The ones he had inflicted upon himself during the previous nights were healed, but still visible under the harsh light of the vanity. Combined with the new ones, they drew a terrifying tapestry of self-mutilation upon Jamie's face. He sighed and opened the medicine cabinet.

Jamie applied a generous amount of the healing salve upon his whole face and throat, shellacking himself like a fifties' wife with a cold cream fetish. The salve was something they had mixed up the other day, after he first had the nightmare and the girls woke him up in the middle of the night to stop him from gouging out his own eyeballs. He swore then, in the middle of the night, when he couldn't get back to sleep, that he was leaving the States, as soon as he planted additional guards on the vault, and not coming back. In the two nights since, the nightmare always repeated itself, but Jamie was woken by his concerned slaves before he could see the sigil, that his inner light drew, completed.

At first, Jamie thought the nightmare was another warning that some kind of vampire was loose in the city, or that Stansfield had managed to break free of her bindings. He had Nova check, and Section was not issuing any vampire warnings. Not for their city, the eastern seaboard, or anywhere at all. Plus, none of his slaves shared the nightmare. He was the only one that had it and it was truly terrifying. He also had his A.I. check for anyone named Bolton that was moving into the area. It found none. 

When the nightmare didn't go away on the second night and he was again awakened to stop his self mutilation before he could see the whole sigil that his inner light was drawing, he decided he would sleep alone on the third night and experience the horrible dream to the bitter end. He reiterated his firm intention to get the hell away from the east coast and whatever was hounding him in this terrible nightmare. The slaves were ordered to sleep in the other rooms and Nova stood on watch, ordered only to wake him up if he stopped breathing for more than thirty seconds, at which point it was to sound the alarm and begin CPR. 

Jamie finished covering his face with a thick layer of regeneration salve and went back to his bed. He picked up the pencil and paper and began drawing. His eyes stung and teared up, blurring his vision. He was sleep-deprived, still feeling the aftereffects of his terrible nightmare and he had nearly poked his own eyeballs out during it.

He blinked frequently to clear his vision and kept sketching. The sigil didn't look right 

to him, on paper. He scowled at it, trying to figure out what he drew wrong. He set the first sketch aside and tried again. He drew the sigil again and again, the memory of it fresh in his mind, ignoring the fact that the Sun rose and everyone else woke up to have breakfast. His stomach growled when he smelled the food someone had brought him, but he kept drawing. He couldn't figure out what was wrong with it. It had looked so beautiful and purposeful in the dream. It looked so flat and impotent on a sheet of paper.

Flat.

Jamie's mouth opened as he realized the flaw. The sigil was meant to be three-dimensional, not flat, like a rune, or a ward. His instincts led him to draw pieces of the sigil on different sheets of paper and fold them over one another until he had managed to origami it just right. He smiled a beaming smile of relief. The sigil felt just right. "Nova," he shouted, "fetch me Rose, on the double!"

"I'm here," Rose said, standing right next to his bed. Jamie startled at the proximity of her voice and looked up. Everyone but Helena was standing in the room with him.

"Oh," he said, "I didn't see you there."

"Or hear us," Sandra said.

"Yeah, whatever," he said, distractedly. "Rose, we need to pool our power and cast it together in the shape of this sigil." He held it up for her to see and explained how the flow of the lines he drew was to form a permanent investment of their power. Rose nodded along with his directions and they set about casting the sigil in no time. Soon, the folded up paper glowed with power. The glow was dull on one side and bright on the other. Everyone admired it for a few moments, before Jamie's smiling mouth opened very wide and he stuffed the empowered sigil into it. He swallowed it with some small difficulty and chased it down with a glass of orange juice that had been brought up to him as part of his breakfast.

The other occupants of the room looked at him with unease and worry painted on their faces. "You okay there, boss," Felicity inquired.

As soon as the paper settled down into Jamie's stomach, he felt the power invested in it suffuse his whole being. He didn't know what the sigil's intent was, or how it was affecting him, but he felt certain that it was going to save him in the near future. But only if it was kept secret, his gut told him. "Everyone," he said, "forget about me drawing this sigil and then investing it with permanent power and swallowing it. That's an order." Everyone nodded and concentrated on blanking their minds.

After Jamie witnessed his slaves forgetting the last few minutes, he forgot all about the horrible, disturbing nightmare. The fear that had been consuming him for the past two days, about vampires coming after him, or Jessica escaping the vault, simply vanished from his mind. He picked at some of the things on the tray he had been brought and said, "Are the robots finished?"

"Yes," Sandra said. "Ray and Felicity drained the two mercenaries to form the skins and they cursed them to be magic-proof."

"Excellent," he said. "Let's go install them and get the hell out of this town!" He stood up and smiled, bringing genuine relief to his slaves that had not seen him so much as grin for more than fifty hours. "Wait! Where's Helena?"

"She left earlier this morning to run errands and buy stuff she thinks we'll need in Europe," Felicity said.

Jamie shrugged and they went downstairs to inspect the gynoid shaped after Felicity and the android shaped after Ray. After a brief discussion, they decided to call the android Felix, after Felicity, and the gynoid Raylene, after Ray. They packed up the very large supply of permanently enchanted ammo and four AK-47s for the robots to use in case of a breach of the vault. They drove to the Smithsonian and set the robots to stand guard over the immobile Jessica Stansfield, vampire extraordinaire.

They were connected to Nova the A.I. by a lesser rift spell, just like Nova the gynoid was. However, they lacked the crystals with critical thinking routines that Nova the gynoid had in its skull. Jamie sighed. If Sonya had still been with them, they'd be able to make new A.I.s and semi autonomous robots. Now, he was stuck with two robots he didn't trust to be operational in the field. Guarding a secret vault, however, was definitely something they could do. The robots flanked the vampire, facing the door and powered down to standby mode. Since the vault didn't have electricity, Jamie and the gang set up small, portable photovoltaic units that were drawing power from the light of the lanterns the giant statues were holding. It dimmed the vault a bit, but it would allow the robots to remain operational for a very long time.

The vault was sealed up again and they drove back to Bastion, stopping off for lunch along the way. When they came back home, they were reunited with Helena and they sat down for a spot of dinner. 

"So," Jamie said, "where are we going to, first?" The slaves had spent the past few days either fretting over Jamie's nightmares or building the robots. What little spare time they had was spent debating all the places in the world that they would go see during their world tour of fun and pleasure.

"Iceland," Ray declared. Jamie's brow rose in surprise. Ray grinned. "I showed the girls a few episodes of 'Game of Thrones' and they agreed it would be grand if we had an orgy in a frozen cave with a hot spring."

Jamie nodded. "Sounds good," he said. "Nova, find such a cave for us and make the necessary reservations."

"Yes, Jamie."

"Ok, let's go to the airport," Jamie said and they all finished dinner and left Bastion in full control of Nova the A.I. The takeoff was uneventful and, once cruising altitude was established, Sandra and Felicity wasted no time to go down on Jamie. They fought over his cock, slobbering and licking like crazy, until he came all over their faces. They cleaned his cock, zipped him back up, and then licked the cum off their faces before settling down in their seats.

Rose loudly announced her orgasm. She was sitting in Ray's lap and grinding down on his cock. Ray grabbed her to hold her still and began to stab upwards with his cock. Rose moaned in feeble protest as Ray grunted away. Soon, he came and Rose followed suit. They kissed for a while before Rose got up and went to her seat.

Everyone reclined their seats and covered themselves with blankets. It had been a long day and they were tired. Jamie was just nodding off to sleep when he was suddenly gripped by a feeling of dread. "Awake," he yelled in a panic. "Fear! Fire! Foes! Awake!" Everyone in the cabin sat up and cast their eyes about to locate the source of Jamie's alarm.

The cabin door suddenly pivoted up into its open position. The enchantments upon the plane prevented a loss of pressurization, or the 400 knot air currents from whipping into the cabin, but they did nothing to stop the woman from gaining entry. Jamie's mouth dropped as he saw her. She was petite of build, but her lavender shirt was barely containing a pair of large breasts. Her facial features were delicately sculpted and framed by a thick mane of dark brown hair, coiffed to cascade down to her shoulders in large waves.

Her enormous, brown eyes locked with Jamie's. The indented corners of her thick, luscious lips drew up into a dimpled smirk. Jamie couldn't quite bring himself to admire the beautiful woman at the door. His guts were churning, telling him she was a vampire. He let loose a pair of spirits against her. He intended for them to throw her out of the plane so they could get away from her. He couldn't spare a single thought as to how she had managed to get close to an airplane that was cruising at altitude in the first place. As quickly as the spirits were released to knock her back with a prodigious amount of kinetic force, the vampire woman sucked them into her skin, giving a tiny shudder of delight as she did so.

Jamie was stunned by the sight. Spirits shot off from the other casters in the cabin, but she effortlessly sucked them into her skin and then opened her hand. Jamie felt a sensation coming from his stored up spirits of power. The woman's fingers closed into a fist and all the stored spirits attached to the four casters in the cabin flew into her, pulling their attendant rings off the casters' fingers with them. Jamie's fear finally broke through his shock and he yelled, "Toss her out!"

Ray, Felicity, Rose and he each tried a desperate spell to knock her out through the pen door next to her. Ray and Rose tried to push her with force against her shoulder, while Felicity and Jamie tried to unbalance her and make her fall out of the plane on her own. Nothing worked. Sandra pointed a gun at the woman, but it clicked without discharging, it's firing pin disabled by the woman's magic. Nova left the cockpit and the woman's insolent smile faltered, for just a split second, when she saw it.

The step Nova took to reach the woman and shove her out was so fast that Jamie could not see it happen. All he saw was two big blurs where the woman had been and then he saw the gynoid's hand clinging to the doorframe to pull itself back in. He sensed the vampire woman standing at the back of the aisle. Before he could ask himself how she got there, or try to defend himself, she touched the side of his neck and consciousness eluded him.

Jamie snapped awake from a restless sleep, plagued by bad dreams that retreated from his mind on the coattails of slumber. He brought his hand up to wipe his eyes and see where he was. He was shocked to see and feel a thick pair of manacles joining his wrists together. He envisioned two opposing vectors of force and infused them with his power, intending to break the manacles apart. Nothing happened. Jamie's heart beat a mile a minute as he sat up in bed and took stock of his location. He was in a small, windowless room, lit by fluorescent lighting from the ceiling. It reminded him of a prison cell. He looked to the massive, metal door, with its food slot at the bottom and large peep hole, and realized that was exactly where he was, right now.

He could still sense his magic under his skin so he drew a deep breath and infused his muscles with his power, intent on breaking the manacles apart. They held fast and bit into his skin. Jamie let out the breath and tried to think. The manacles hummed lightly against his skin, letting him know they were magical. He tried to create a small, harmless flame in the air above his hand. It didn't appear. Jamie began panicking. The manacles were somehow preventing him from using his magic. He forced down his sense of panic and did his level best to look at the situation rationally. The manacles were placed upon his wrist, therefore, there must be a way to get them off.

He gave them a thorough look, but found no catch or lock. They looked and felt like they had been forged in place while he slept. Jamie hummed to himself, partly to force himself to stay calm, but mostly to let himself direct his magic into a vibration that would shatter the manacles. He kept at it, desperately trying to sense and reproduce the frequency of the manacles themselves, to no avail. He took a deep breath and beat his fear down. He needed to find the others. He needed to escape whoever was holding him captive in this cell. He needed to shatter the manacles to do that. He needed to allow his Jedi-like instincts to tell him what frequency the manacles were naturally vibrating at.

Jamie's consciousness retreated deeper and deeper into himself, until he finally felt it. He had the frequency and set his magic to making his skin vibrate at that exact same frequency in order to shatter the manacles. After a few moments, he realized he couldn't make any part of him vibrate with magic. His power was completely suppressed. Jamie blinked back his tears and the rising feeling of helplessness. He allowed his wrath to supplant it. He forced himself to try and cast each and every spell he had ever cast, or even heard of.

He was halfway through his repertoire of failure when the door suddenly opened. Two young men in uniforms entered and seized him by the elbows. Jamie thought he could see the word "Françe" written on their insignia. "How the hell did I get to France," he thought. Unceremoniously, they dragged him out of his cell and down a few corridors, lined with heavy, metal doors that were doubtlessly hiding cells like his. They led him into a round chamber and the chamber walls rotated to seal the way they came from. After they completely covered up the entryway, they kept rotating some more until they uncovered an exit. Jamie began cooperating with the guards, but he took the time to memorize their faces. He would have his revenge on them for daring to treat him this way.




A-Cup Angst Ch. 11



Jamie was led by the two guards down a short corridor lined with normal, wooden doors until they came to another room with a rotating wall. After they passed it, they found themselves in a room filled with benches. Another, older man sat in manacles and looked utterly miserable as two guards stood over him. Jamie was steered towards a door at the side, before he could even take a closer look at the men. The door led to a small room with a table and two chairs. Jamie was made to sit in one of the chairs.

The guards left and Jamie spent a few minutes both working through his rising rage and beating back his rising sense of panic. The door on the opposite side of the room didn't have a handle or a knob that would allow for it to be opened from the inside. The door he was led through didn't either. Jamie huffed in frustration. He was obviously caught by the French authorities, which baffled him as they had been in american airspace, heading towards Iceland when the vampire had attacked them. 

His bafflement gave way to a quiet despair. There was no doubt in his mind that he was going to pay for killing Harris. He drew deep breaths and held them, and chanted and rubbed his thumbs to his ring fingers, but none of it stopped his heart from beating wildly or his throat from drying up. He was sweating profusely, despite the air conditioning.

If he was in France, somehow, that he might be granted an extradition hearing. His hopes soared as he knew that extradition processes were lengthy and complicated, subject to all sorts of appeals and the like. He could have as much as a few years in the relative safety of the french penal system. Every day he could spend away from Section's clutches seemed like a blessing and an opportunity to break free and avenge himself. Then he remembered that NATO had bases all the way up in Greenland. Could they have flown that far? It didn't seem far fetched to him that there would be french MPs in a NATO base. If that was the case, then his grim fate of being at the mercy of Harris' heir was to come to pass very soon.

He didn't know how long he was left to sit there in the quiet. Finally, the door opposite him opened and a middle aged, balding man in a dark suit entered and said, "You are mister Jamie Jacobs, yes?" Jamie nodded and the man smiled. "Ah, good! I am Georges Loran and I have been appointed as your defense attorney during these proceedings." He set his briefcase down on the table and opened it.

"What proceedings," Jamie asked. "Where am I?! What is going on here?! Where are my friends?!"

The man smiled patiently and began to take documents out of his briefcase. "You are in the central jail of the General Directorate for Supernatural Safety of the Fifth Republic of France," Georges said, matter-of-factly. "Location: classified. You are charged with premeditated murder and your friends are being held in this facility as well. Now, time is of the essence so I suggest that we-"

"Hold on, hold on, hold the fucking fuck on," Jamie shouted. "What fucking murder?!"

Georges opened a folder and flipped through a few pages before saying, "The charge is that of premeditated murder of Ionas Samaras, committed on the twelfth of-"

"That was done in necessary self defense," Jamie protested.

Georges' face lit up with a smile. He pulled out the other chair and sat down. "Tell me all about it."

Jamie looked at the man in suspicion. "You're my defense attorney, right?" Georges nodded. "Everything I tell you is between us, right?"

"Everything you tell me is protected by the Civil Code and cannot be used against you either during these proceedings, or any other," Georges said. "However, I must warn you that I am required to report to the authorities if you begin asking me to take illegal measures to remove certain witnesses or tamper with evidence."

"Yeah, yeah," Jamie said, "that's ok, it won't come to that." He gave the smiling man another skeptical look. "Are you sure you know about french legal procedure? Shouldn't we have a french lawyer with us as well?"

"But, mister Jacobs," Georges' smile faltered as he said, "I am a french lawyer with twelve years of experience in these matters."

"Oh," Jamie said and nodded. "Well, that's ok, then. Your English is very good. Fooled me."

Georges chuckled politely. "I speak only a few words of English, mister Jacobs. The Court's halls are enchanted with a spell that facilitates understanding despite language barriers, so I guess I could compliment you on your French."

"Ah," Jamie said as he nodded.

"Now, let's get down to the matter at hand, shall we," Georges said. He flipped through the pages of Jamie's file and let his eyes pour over all of it. "The prosecution has, in its files," Georges paused as the door behind him opened. The vampire woman stood in the doorway, sporting her insolent grin. Jamie couldn't stop his eyes from glancing at her bosom, now partially exposed by the deep cut of her slinky, maroon dress. "Mistress Sylvie, what are you doing here?"

"The prisoner is to be compelled," she said, her voice smooth as silk. Jamie's eyes darted to Georges in desperation. He didn't like the sound of that.

Georges protested by saying, "I have not prepared my client for-"

"And how would you have prepared him to answer on this matter," Sylvie inquired, politely. She handed Georges a piece of paper and he unfurled and inspected it. Jamie couldn't quite bring himself to face the vampire that had taken him and his crew down in two seconds flat. His insides churned, giving his discomfort a physical dimension.

"This is a valid court order," Georges said, absentmindedly. "What are these charges against the security of the Fifth Republic?" Georges set the paper down and rifled through the papers he had brought. "I have not been informed of-"

"Why would a criminal defense attorney be informed of matters of national security," Sylvie asked. Her tone was still polite, her voice silky smooth, yet Georges seemed nervous under her scrutiny.

Georges looked at Jamie and said, "Go with mistress Sylvie. There is nothing I can do. This is all perfectly legal."

Sylvie walked over to stand by Jamie's side. "Perfectly legal," Jamie asked incredulously. "What are they going to compel me to do!?"

Sylvie hooked her hand under Jamie's bicep and said, "Calm down, mister Jacobs. We are only going to compel you to answer a few questions that are pertinent to our national security. We will not be asking you anything about the criminal charges that have been leveled against you." She lifted him out of his seat, gently, but insistently. "We do not intend to hurt you any more, or any less than you deserve, mister Jacobs. And if you do not deserve to be hurt at all, than we will not hurt you at all."

Her voice was warm, cordial, yet Jamie could not bring himself to relax in her presence. If she wanted to, she could drain him to death with but a thought. The realization that she could have killed him at any moment during the long time that he had spent unconscious, but didn't, calmed him down. "Don't I get a phone call," he asked of Georges. 

"Unfortunately, no, mister Jacobs," Sylvie said. "Not until this matter of our national security is resolved. Come along!"

He let her lead him out of the room and into a marble floored corridor. Unlike the hallways that led from the cells, this one was illuminated by natural light streaming in through the floor to ceiling windows. Looking out at the city beyond the windows, Jamie recognized the place was warded against people knowing its exact location, just like Bastion was. The view told him nothing about where he was and he could not commit it to his memory for later research.

"Mister Jacobs," Georges said, following them out of the room, "aside from this matter of national security, you will also be asked if and when you used your magic to take a life and-"

Sylvie cut him off with, "And he will answer truthfully, as everyone must." Georges stood in the doorway of the small room and watched Sylvie lead Jamie away.

Jamie's legs could barely function anymore. He was going to be made to confess taking so many lives. He felt like the beautiful woman was leading him to slaughter. "Don't I have a right to remain silent," he asked with a trembling voice.

"This is not an american movie, mister Jacobs," she said. "Also, not on this matter. All casters are compelled to answer the murder question before the court proceedings against them start, regardless of why they were arrested in the first place." She walked him steadily down the corridor, their footsteps on the marble floor muted by the rich wooden panels that covered the walls. 

Jamie licked his lips nervously. He was on the verge of hyperventilating. His only hope of evading whatever the French did to murderers was if they were bluffing about being able to make him tell them the truth. The petite vampire that took out his crew and was leading him to his doom, was living proof that his hopes were unfounded. "Why," he said.

Sylvie shot him a look as they rounded a corner and ascended a brief flight of stairs. Jamie was unable to tell what kind of a look she had just shot him. "As a caster of your caliber and accomplishments must surely know, mister Jacobs," Sylvie said, "when a caster takes a life directly with their magic, it leaves a mark upon the caster's spirit, or soul, if you prefer. That mark then preys upon the mind of the caster, reinforcing aggressive thoughts and suppressing rational ones. At first, the effect is subtle, but it grows over time until the caster is eventually transformed into a remorseless murdering machine."

Sylvie led him through a set of tall, double doors and into a richly appointed courtroom. Jamie couldn't appreciate the decor as his mind replayed the thousands of victims that had fallen before him. The vast majority of them had been shot dead by his gynoid with enchanted ammunition. Some had been killed by his slaves and he himself had literally beaten to death dozens of the Syndicate's bosses, only using magic to make them feel it all. He felt a spark of hope as he, technically, had not used his magic to directly kill all those people. 

His hopes fell as he thought back to the one event of his life he wished he could forget. The assault on the boat where their parents had been held. After they had found them bruised and broken in body and spirit, they had drained dozens of the Syndicate's mercenaries to restore their families to health and sanity. No matter how he tried to spin it, they had used their magic to drain those people of their life forces. He could only hope that using the resulting life force to heal could count as a mitigating circumstance.

Sylvie sat him down at the bench for the accused and he winced in memory of the Syndicate's caster he had taken prisoner at their clinic and drained of life force to make a skin covering for Nova. There was no way he could get away with draining a life to complete a Terminator. He did, however, do that right alongside Rose and Sandra, so maybe he could share the blame for it. And the monster he had killed by boiling his innards and suffocating him with his own filth certainly had it coming to him. That had to count as necessary defense of the dozens, if not hundreds, of innocent young women and newborn babies he was going to kill. Jamie told himself it must count. 

He swallowed again. He was going to fight this court with everything he had. If all he had was words, then he'd just have to talk his way out of his predicament. His mouth was parched and his throat felt like sand. Jamie reached for the glass of water that was on his table and took a few sips. They did little to combat the dryness of his throat. He looked up at Sylvie. "That doesn't sound right to me," he said.

"What is magic, mister Jacobs," she asked, "but the amplified essence of the magician's soul and will? And every action has a reaction. When a person uses their willpower to snuff a soul, the will to kill is affirmed and amplified by the act itself. And a caster that uses the essence of their soul to kill another soul, gives license to their own magic to slay their own soul, or conscience, if you will."

The casual way she said that made Jamie's skin break out in goose bumps. He didn't like the sound of it. He particularly hated just how logical it all sounded. "What do you do with people like that," he asked, his voice hoarse.

"Their magic is taken away from them," she said. "Without magic, the mark on their spirit is just a distant memory without any effect on their mind." The doors at the back of the room opened and started admitting robed figures. "Stand!" Jamie stood up and watched the men and women that would decide his fate file into the room and take their places behind the court bench. When all eleven were in front of their high backed chairs, they sat down as one. "Be seated!" Jamie sat back down and took the chance to look each and every judge in the eye. He kept telling himself to not glare at them, or stare them down, but that was exactly what he wanted to do.

The middle aged woman sitting in the middle of the eleven robed figures stood up and picked up a file. She opened it and read aloud, "This Court is now in session. In the matter of the Republic versus Jamie Jacobs, we are making compelled inquiries into whether or not the accused used magic to murder human beings and how the accused came to learn of the use of permanent investments of magical power, a secret protected by the General Directorate of Supernatural Security under The Secret Act of Supernatural Security of 1634."

Jamie's brows rose in surprise. He was being tried under a law passed in the seventeenth century? He shook his head in displeasure. He had no intention of getting punished under some law written by idiots that had probably thought mercury was a panacea.

The presiding judge then said, "We will begin with the customary murder inquiry." She gestured to Sylvie and the vampire took Jamie's chin in her hand and forced him to look into her eyes. She drained him of all magical power and set a charm into his mind that made him confess to draining the mercenaries on the boat, the caster from the clinic and killing the crazy terminator creator in the Midwest. 

He was then asked which of these drainings were done in necessary self-defense and Jamie responded with, "None." He teared up and began to sob. The crushing guilt at causing all that death suddenly pressed down upon his shoulders. He was stopped from blubbering and squealing that he was sorry by the sight of The Suit walking into his line of sight. Jamie was stunned. He was dead certain that his gynoid had snuffed Harris. He could remember the man's name, after all. He couldn't do that if the man was still alive and still ran Section. Jamie reasoned his replacement was here to personally see to it that Jamie got extradited to the US with all possible haste.

"Director," the presiding judge said, "you are free to ask your questions, now."

Jamie blinked his tears out of his eyes and sniffed. Director? A voice, whose gender, age, or any other characteristic Jamie could not determine, spoke Sylvie's name and she said, "Yes, Director." Jamie's brow bunched up and he looked at her questioningly. She put more charms into his mind and made him talk. He told the court about how he had taken half the power from Rose and Sandra and all of Sonya's power and had Rose drain Helena of her power and how they had spent power on transforming Helena into his perfect lover and Chris Welling into Helena's perfect lover and how by sheer, dumb luck the amount of sorcerous power he held matched up perfectly with the amount of power Rose and Sandra held between them and was now wielded by Rose alone. He then recounted the afternoon he had spent in the shade of a tree where he had let his need to save his family from the clutches of the Johansson clan guide him in figuring out how to store up power spirits of sorcery.

"Impressive," was The Suit's only audible comment before it left the courtroom.

The lead judge stood up and said, "This inquiry is complete. The trial will commence this afternoon, at three o'clock."

At Sylvie's gesture, Jamie stood up. The judges filed out of the courtroom and Sylvie put her hand on Jamie's. The grief Jamie felt gave way to his rising anger as he felt his magic returned to him. Sylvie led him out of the courtroom and back towards the room where his public defender waited. Angry that he was going to get his magic taken away from him by this vampire, Jamie said, "Tell me, mistress Sylvie, the vampires that you drain, did they transform themselves willingly, or did you have them make the sacrifices while in your custody?"

Sylvie made no comment, but the slight change in her facial expression told Jamie that he had hit the nail right on the head. The secret to her incredible, almost god-like power was that her diet consisted of other vampires. "So, how does that work exactly," he said. "I imagine you're strong enough now to just drain them to a pile of dust, nowadays, but the first one or two you drained. How did you manage to weaken them enough for you to drain?"

Jamie could see muscles rippling under the smooth, taut skin of her cheeks. She was grinding her teeth in frustration. "How often do you need to eat a vampire to maintain your awesome power? Or do you need to eat at all anymore?" He was going to get no response from her on these matters, but he felt so much better after having revealed to her that he gets her power.

"You should really have asked Jessica Stansfield about all that," she calmly said.

Jamie grimaced. The French knew about his hidden superweapon. Desperate to change the topic, he said, "Why was The Suit here?"

"The Director, represented by a suit of armor, or clothes nowadays, is always present when matters of national safety are concerned," Sylvie said.

"You mean, that's the head of the french Section," Jamie asked. "Does every country have a Suit running its supernatural police?"

Sylvie gestured Jamie into the room where Georges sat and waited. Jamie entered and she said, "The Suit of Armor has been in charge of France's supernatural safety since Charlemagne. It currently serves as head of the Directorate. As for the american Section, we loaned some enchantments to them so they could establish their own Suit and rebel against english rule. You have until three o'clock, Georges. Good day!"

"Good day, Sylvie," Georges said. He gestured for Jamie to sit after Sylvie closed the door. "We need to discuss your defense."

"We need to get my people and plan a defense together," Jamie said. "Get their defense attorneys in on it, as well."

Georges looked at Jamie as if he were stupid. "Your 'people' are not accused of anything, mister Jacobs," he said. "As slaves, they cannot be held accountable for something they did at the behest of their master." 

Jamie gaped at the man in shock. The cat was out of the bag, now. He sat down, lest his legs give way. "You," he stammered, "you know?" Georges nodded. "The prosecution, too?" Georges nodded again. "What is going to happen?"

Georges obviously suppressed a feeling of disdain for his client and said, "Since neither you, nor the slaves are citizens of the Republic and the enslavement did not occur on Republic soil, you can not be prosecuted by a french court for slavery."

Jamie barked out a laugh of relief. If he was allowed to go with his slaves still in his possession, then it didn't matter one, little bit what the Frenchies did to him, it could all be undone. With interests.

"Of course, they will have to be set free," Georges said.

"What?!"

"Come now, mister Jacobs," Georges said, agreeably, "just because the prosecution doesn't have a legal leg to stand on in prosecuting you for turning young witches into slaves, they will not tolerate slavery occurring on french soil. The american ladies are to be released and the british twins are to be released from slavery to you and handed over to the British authorities that have many outstanding warrants after them." Georges deliberately didn't tell Jamie that he was going to wind up in Section hands and that they will prosecute him for slavery, among other things. He saw no point in telling him since all that was going to have to wait until after Jamie had served his time. Georges didn't doubt for a second that Jamie was going to get convicted. Not with the case the prosecution had against him.




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"Released," Jamie barked. "Released, how?!"

Georges shrugged. "I don't know. I am not a wizard. Once the exact nature of their enslavement to you is determined, and whether or not they killed with magic, a solution to their predicament will be concocted and enacted. Now, back to the matter at hand, mister Jacobs. Three o'clock will come quickly and I need to be told every last detail concerning the death of... of..." Georges consulted the file on the table. "Of Ionas Samaras."

Jamie shifted his weight in his seat. "So, that's all I'm being tried for? Killing that shit?"

"You did cause his death, then," Georges asked.

"Hell yes, I caused his death," Jamie said. "And I'd cause it again! As a matter of fact, I deleted his essence from existence when he came back from the dead to haunt a young woman and try to kill my family, again!"

"So, you had a motive, then?"

"Yes, I had a motive," Jamie said. "Wait! Why are we even talking about a defense? Aren't they going to just have Sylvie make me tell the truth?"

"The court only has legal authority to compel wizards to answer the question of direct magical murder," Georges said. "Since you did not kill Samaras with a direct application of your magic, you are free to mount a defense. You have the option of making a statement under compulsion of truth. It's a very good tactic and can yield great results with a carefully worded statement. You can also agree to be questioned under compulsion to speak the truth and that is a sure way to get acquitted if one is wholly innocent of the charges." Georges paused and shot Jamie a wry look. "But I suspect that we will not be using that option in this case. "

Jamie snorted. "Now they're concerned about legal and illegal? What about abducting me?"

"Abducting you? I don't understand."

"They sent this Sylvie character to snatch us right out of the air," Jamie said. "And we were still in american airspace. I bet we were." Georges rifled through the file. "If this court is so concerned with 'legality', then we should raise the fact that I have been abducted from a foreign, sovereign nation's airspace, instead of legally arrested and extradited."

Georges found something relevant in the file and said, "But you weren't abducted, mister Jacobs. You were legally attained in french airspace."

"Bullshit," Jamie barked. "We were over the water, off the coast of either New England, or Newfoundland. We were over US, Canadian, or international waters, and we were on a plane that's registered in the US and took off from-"

"No, no, no, no," Georges said, interrupting. "You were arrested in french airspace. It says so right here, see?"

"France does not extend to North America, dumbass!"

"It does, actually," Georges calmly said. "Saint Pierre and Miquelon are an overseas collectivity of the Republic and subject to all of its laws. Your aircraft was flying over Saint Pierre when mistress Sylvie apprehended you. There was no abduction involved."

Jamie shook his head unhappily and then finally said, "Who the fuck are these... Pierre and Mickey Long?"

Georges sighed and said, "Never mind that, mister Jacobs. Your arrest was perfectly legal. We need to discuss the trial and your options, what few you have of them. The evidence the prosecution has against you is overwhelming and legitimate."

Jamie gave the man a disbelieving squint. They had caught Samaras when he was flying alone out of Monaco and there were no witnesses or surveillance equipment around to see it. He doubted the radar tracks of the two aircraft could be used to condemn him. Particularly not if these Frenchies were so adamant about "legal" and "illegal". "Well, what is this evidence they have on me?"

"A recording of the last two and a half minutes of Ionas Samaras' life, as seen from his perspective," Georges said.

"What," Jamie flatly said.

Georges rifled through the file and picked out a paper to read. "Ah, here it is. On the fifteenth, the Directorate was contacted by the greek authorities on behalf of a mundane named Costas Dounas by means of, blah, blah, blah. Mister Dounas was found to be under the effects of a charm which compelled him to repeatedly venture into a secure location on the island of Corfu, once a week, where he was further compulsed to..." Georges' voice trailed off as he read on. "Ah, here it is! Apparently, mister Samaras had in his possession some ancient artifact that continually recorded and displayed his life with a two and a half minute delay and this mister Dounas was charmed into checking on the artifact regularly. In the event of mister Samaras' death, the artifact was to record and display a two and half minute loop of mister Samaras' final moments and death. Dounas saw that it did and contacted the greek authorities, who in turn contacted the Directorate that came and took possession of this magical artifact and its recording."

Georges sat back in his chair and looked Jamie in the eye. "The artifact and the recording had been examined by the best the Directorate has at its disposal and both had been determined to be genuine. Mister Dounas was also examined for possible subterfuge or deceit and none was found. The recording has already been entered into evidence and examined by the Tribunal."

"So, what does that mean? Have I already been found guilty?"

"Technically, no," Georges said, "but in reality... They have the most compelling case against anyone I have ever represented in my career. A direct recording of the last moments of a dying man's life, as seen from the perspective of the dying man himself. It is very prejudicial and has already damned you, I'm afraid." Georges leaned forward and said, in a gentle, compassionate tone, "I understand that all of this is an unexpected shock to you, mister Jacobs, but what's done is done and we need to discuss how we are going to get you the lightest sentence possible."

Jamie thought back to the last few minutes of Samaras' life and the laughter and the emails. "Wait," he said, "do they know the emails were never sent out?"

Georges sifted through the file until he found the relevant papers. "Yes," he said, nodding, "the experts determined there was no activity from the account. You are not charged with anything other than murdering Samaras, causing a brush fire and some violations of the Civil Aeronautics Code. I believe we need to enter a plea of guilty to all the charges and ask the court for clemency."

Jamie sat back and bit his lip nervously. He was in quite a pickle. "No," he said after huffing in frustration. "We need to get this pled down to manslaughter, or something. Necessary defense of loved ones. I'll tell you the whole story and then we'll decide how you'll spin it for me." Georges nodded and took out his pen and paper to make notes.

The trial itself was brief and to the point. Jamie pled guilty to the lesser charges and his lawyer made a good-sounding argument for releasing Jamie as the killing of Samaras was necessary to ensure the safety of his family. The prosecution tried to make a case of Jamie having hard evidence of Samaras' wrongdoings that would have led to his arrest and imprisonment in many countries around the world, thus ensuring his family's safety. Georges, armed with Jamie's information, shut down that line of reasoning right quick. The prosecution conceded that they could not prove Jamie had any such evidence and settled for pointing out the fact that Jamie had no right to appoint himself judge, jury and executioner. The court sided wholly with the prosecution and unanimously condemned Jamie for murder.

He was sentenced to thirty years and sent back to his cell to have dinner. He sat on his cot, his hands still bound by the anti-magic manacles and picked at the trey of food while he plotted his revenge. He memorized the faces of the judges and the faggot cunts from the prosecution and swore to himself he'd get them for this. Sooner or later, he'd make them all pay.

After dinner, the guards brought him back to the small room close to the courtroom, where Georges Loran sat and waited for him. "All right, Georges," Jamie said, "tell me exactly what's going to happen to me and mine. I've never been arrested or tried, or convicted for that matter. Give it to me straight and don't assume I already know anything."

Georges' eyebrows lifted in surprise and then he nodded. "I can actually tell you all that," he said and brandished a few pages of paper bearing fancy looking seals, "since the court has just issued it's official verdict. First off, you are going to be remanded to a mundane prison, where you will be imprisoned for the next thirty years."

"What?! Mundane prison!? Why?! How?!"

"Well, your magic is going to be taken away from you," Georges said, feeling decidedly uncomfortable under Jamie's enraged glare. "I am just the messenger, mister Jacobs." Jamie sat back in his chair and heaved a mighty sigh. He nodded and gestured for Loran to continue. "You would have been remanded to the anti-magic facility for the duration of your sentence, but your magic is to be taken away from you-"

"What," shouted Jamie as he stood up. Both doors opened and the guards leaned in, sporting glares, to see if Georges needed rescuing from his client. Georges waved them off and Jamie reluctantly sat back down. After they closed the doors, Jamie hissed, "What gives them the fucking right to take my magic away from me?!"

"You used it to directly murder a man," Georges said. "That leads to homicidal madness, without fail. It is the standard practice of the courts to remove magic from anyone that used it to slay."

"So I am to waste thirty years of my life in a french prison without the benefit of my magic?"

Georges nodded. He read on from the verdict and flipped to its second page. "You will be compelled to keep the existence of magic a secret during your imprisonment."

"Well, what about early release, or parole, or an appeal," Jamie asked.

Georges looked him in the eye and shook his head. "Once you are convicted by the magic tribunal, you have no more legal recourse."

Jamie shook his head and said, "That's bullshit!"

Georges shrugged and made no comment. He continued reading the verdict. "Are you interested in the disposition of your slaves?"

Jamie's head perked up and he said, "Of course I am! What do they plan to do with them?"

"Well," Georges said and read on, "apparently, they intend to release them."

"What," Jamie barked. "Gimme that!" He snatched the verdict from Georges' hands and began to read for himself. His efforts were immediately stymied by the fact that the verdict was written in French and he barely spoke the language. He shot Georges a glare and handed him back the papers. "I thought this place had a universal translator spell in effect."

"It does," Georges said, picking up his reading where he had been interrupted. "It facilitates the communication necessary before the court. If you were mute, or deaf, then it would extend to the written word. Now, may I continue?" Jamie nodded. "First off is Helena Worth. She is to be released from your slavery," Jamie snorted, "given the magical power wielded by Rose Romano, as recompense for the power you had drained from her, and set free. Is something funny?"

"They can't release her from my enslavement," Jamie said. "Not a single one of them can be released."

Georges again consulted the verdict and said, "I am afraid that Ms. Worth can very easily be released. She will be the first, actually."

"What?"

"Mistress Sylvie is to," Georges put his finger to the relevant text in the verdict and read aloud, "'remove the power sacrificed by the warlock Jamie Jacobs which actively skews Ms. Worth's mind towards great affection for him', and this will set her free."

Jamie gaped at his lawyer. "They can't do that! It can't be done!"

Georges let some of his disdain towards his client slip into his voice as he said, "I have seen this method of enslavement many a time, mister Jacobs. I can assure you that it is the easiest method for a vampire of mistress Sylvie's caliber to undo. After all, it is merely a matter of siphoning away the magical power that you deposited in Ms. Worth's mind."

Jamie was consumed by dread. Helena, loose in the world, sporting magical power. She'd have not just her own power back, but she'd also wield half the power Rose and Sandra were born with. And she'd be pissed beyond belief at Jamie for having enslaved her. Jamie swallowed nervously as he realized she'd probably go after his family to avenge herself. Panic threatened to well up inside of him.

"Now, the other slaves are going to be more complicated," Georges said. Jamie hardly paid him any mind as he explained the disposition of the other slaves. His mind kept conjuring up images and thoughts of Helena taking revenge against his family. Hell, she'd probably even go after Cyrus, too. He wiped his face and stared off into space. 

After a while, he realized Georges was calling his name. "Hm? What?"

"Are you listening, mister Jacobs," Georges asked. "Should I repeat myself?"

"I... Um... Yes. Yes, do tell me again about what is to be done with my other slaves."

Georges sighed and flipped back to the second page of the verdict. "In short," he said, "you are going to have your magic removed and then you'll be charmed to give a series of orders to your slaves." Georges held up the relevant page of the verdict. "These three whole paragraphs," he indicated on the page, "are the orders that you will issue to your slaves in order to make them free people." Georges read on a bit. "Then you will give your slaves one final order to perform the ritual that led to their original enslavement. Apparently, as a consequence of this ritual, the slaves will be rendered unable to recognize you in any way, shape or form and you will be unable to give them any more orders, ever again. Thus, they shall be set free. In practice."

Jamie winced unhappily. They must mean the bodily modification ritual. He should have thought of it himself. He couldn't explain to himself why he hadn't think of it on his own. It would probably work. He didn't have a chance to examine the orders that were written in the verdict, but he didn't doubt that they were well thought out and would make them free thinking adults, despite still being, technically, his slaves. And, since he couldn't countermand those orders anymore, they'd remain free for the rest of their lives. 

It was a clever workaround and Jamie found himself almost admiring it. It not only rid him of slaves, but also made it impossible for them to seek him out for revenge at a later date. Still, that would only leave him safe from harm. The slaves would be released and perfectly capable of teaming up with Helena and exacting vengeance upon his family. The magnitude of his personal catastrophe was becoming more and more apparent with every passing moment.

"That's the disposition of the two american slaves," Georges said, "Ms. Romano and Ms. Grant. The McDonough twins are going to have the same done to them, except they'll be handed over to the Commonwealth Supernatural Security Service." Georges read on. "Ah, here it is! They will be modified to obey the orders of anyone who tells them the secret code phrase, which is not listed here, and then they will be handed over to the CSSS for trial. They will also be given a second secret code phrase and one utterance of this other code phrase will set them free for ever." Georges looked up at Jamie with a pleasant smile. "We always like to make it easy for our Channel neighbors."

Jamie flashed a tight, insincere grin in response. He swallowed nervously and eyed the verdict as Georges flipped to the next page. "What else does it say there," he asked.

"It reads," Georges said, "that all of your slaves' minds, and that includes Ms. Worth as well, will be modified to be unable to remember a classified piece of information that pertains to the national security of The Fifth Republic of France and its citizens. It is not specified what this information is -and please don't tell me what it is- but it is specified that they will all be rendered unable to think up this information again, on their own, and they will dismiss the information as ridiculous or irrelevant if they are ever presented with it in the future. After your magic is removed from you, you will be charmed into never remembering or revealing the same classified information."

Jamie closed his eyes and sighed. They meant the fact that magical spells and wards cast with the same amount of power wielded by a male and female caster at the same time are permanent. And also that this allows for magical power to be drained one day and stored up for instant use at a later date. Those were the two cornerstones of Jamie's supernatural power and success. Without them, he was just a caster. Or, he would be, if they didn't plan on removing his power from him in a permanent fashion. Obviously, they meant to name this inability to form such thoughts as part of the price in the ritual that would also render them unable to recognize Jamie's face, voice, handwriting, email etc. They had thought of everything. All of his hard work was undone. While he wasn't exactly heartbroken to see the girls released, but he did hate the fact that he wasn't the one to release them.

"And this is followed by a long list of every item in your possession that is to be seized as they are imbued with some kind of forbidden magic," Georges said and showed Jamie the last two pages of the verdict. He began reading the list aloud and Jamie's face fell. They knew about everything that was warded. Bastion was to be destroyed. The expensive and warded cars, the plane, the weapons, everything that they had invested with permanent power was listed to be seized or destroyed, or both.

Jamie lowered his head and buried his face in his manacled hands. They were going to take everything from him. Every single thing he had back in the States. They'd even take the warded jewelry from his family's wrists. Jamie's head shot up as he got an idea. "Wait," he said. "All of that stuff is in America! They can't get to it! Not without warrants, right? We can fight them on this, right?" Georges shook his head, solemnly. "What do you mean, no?! We can hire some american lawyers! I've got money! They didn't list my money in this verdict! I can have some fancy legal injunction-"

Georges held up his hand and interrupted Jamie by saying, "Mister Jacobs! These items pertain to a vital matter of national security. The Directorate will not obtain them by slow, legal means." Jamie bit his lip nervously. "I am sorry to have to tell you this, but I've been told that most of the items on the list have already been obtained and destroyed." Jamie gaped at him in disbelief. "I don't know what you did that got their panties in a bunch, but they dispatched their very best, less than an hour after you were apprehended. These operatives already called in to report that they were almost done. By the time the rituals are completed tomorrow and your slaves released, the operatives in question will be halfway home with their objective completed. Actually," he glanced back at the verdict, "no one is to be released until they call in and give the all clear, so to speak."

Jamie's anger flashed over again. All of his stuff was gone. His family was vulnerable to be scryed on by anyone who wished them harm. He glared at the doors as if he could cast against the guards that stood just on the other side of them. "So much for their legality," he said, darkly. 

Georges gave a shrug and said, "In these matters, the Directorate acts first and makes damned certain that no one ever asks questions about it later." He checked to see if he had forgotten anything in the verdict that he was duty bound to explain to his client. "Well, that's it, mister Jacobs. Our time together has come to an end." Georges began to gather up his papers and put them away in his briefcase.




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Jamie's heart raced all of a sudden. He was going to be thrown into a french prison without magic for the next thirty years and his family will probably be targeted by his former slaves for revenge. He had never before felt so helpless in his entire life. "Please, mister Loran," he pleaded, "please wait! I need your help!"

"Mister Jacobs," Georges said, "I cannot help you any more. I did the best that I could."

"Is there any way for me to get released," Jamie asked. Georges just shook his head no and shut his briefcase. "What about a, uh, a presidential pardon!? Can't I get one of those? Can't we even apply?"

"No, mister Jacobs," Georges said, standing up. "The President of the Republic has no legal authority to issue clemency to prisoners condemned by the supernatural court. Even if they serve in a mundane prison." Georges turned to the door and knocked for it to be opened.

"Well, who does," Jamie asked, desperately. Both doors were opened by the guards that had been standing on the other side of them the whole time. "Someone must have that authority!"

Georges made to leave and then turned around and said, "Only The Director can convert a sentence that has been passed."

The guards seized Jamie by the armpits to take him back to his cell. "Then let's get my sentence converted," Jamie said. "Get your hands off me," he hissed to the guards, "we're not done here yet! I am not done talking to my lawyer!"

Jamie resisted the guards that were trying to haul him out of his chair and they were about to reach for their batons when Georges apologetically said, "Sorry, fellas, give us just one more minute and we'll be done. Ok?" The guards reluctantly released Jamie and stowed their batons. They retreated behind their doors and closed them, glaring daggers at Jamie.

"What's this about converting a sentence," Jamie said, breathlessly, as soon as both doors were shut.

Georges took a deep breath and slowly let it out. Jamie was sitting on the edge of his seat, bristling with impatience. If Georges didn't answer his question before the guards opened the doors, he was going to get convicted of another homicide. "The Director can," Georges said, "but rarely ever does, convert a sentence."

Jamie rolled his eyes in impatient anger. "Yes, yes, you said that already! What does it mean?!"

Georges sat down in his chair and said, "To convert a sentence means to age the condemned for the duration of their sentence by draining them of the appropriate amount of their life force." Jamie's hopes fell. That sounded pretty horrible to him. He'd turn 49 in a day. A shiver ran down his spine. "Anyway, The Director is unlikely to convert your sentence, mister Jacobs, even if you asked him for it. And you are not going to even ask, are you?"

Jamie's heart raced as he considered his meager options. Option A was for him to find out what thirty years in a french prison was like, while the Johanssons doubtlessly went after his family. He also imagined they'd be waiting for him as soon as he got out. Option A was not something that he was looking forward to.

His alternative was to try and get his sentence converted and lose the best three decades of his life in a single day. He'd get released and he could try and save his family from the Johanssons, but there wasn't much he could do for them without magic. After the Directorate's operatives were done with gathering all of his magical items, he'd be allowed to make a phone call home. Probably. He had no clue how he was going to convince his family to go on the run and find a caster than was willing to obscure them from magical scrying. He was going to have to call the mercenaries that were guarding them and have them simply abduct his family to safety. But where would be safe for them?

The mercenaries! Jamie remembered that they had been given enchanted ammo. Permanently enchanted ammo. Jamie didn't doubt the ability of the french operatives to subdue the mercs and take the ammo from them, but what if the zealous French decided to investigate the mercs as well? The agents they had sent must be magicians, they could charm the mercs into getting themselves arrested by the cops in Jamie's home town. His family could be left with no protection at all. He needed to get released and see to his family's safety in person. He had no time to waste.

Besides, it wasn't like he had much of a chance to survive thirty years in a french prison. He barely spoke the language and could never understand it spoken colloquially by native speakers. The French hated Americans and here he was, a nineteen year old american boy sentenced to thirty years among the dregs of french society. Jamie didn't know anything about french prisons and that told him they were not known for their hospitality and safety. He nodded to himself just as Georges checked his watch and was about to stand up and leave.

"Go to The Director and get my sentence converted," Jamie said.

"I can make an appointment with The Director next month," Georges said, "but it will last less than a minute and the answer will be no."

Jamie grinned. "No, it won't," he said. "You'll go to The Director right away. And The Director will see you. Just remind him, or her, that I still know the secret that's so vital to your national security. They can't make me unable to think it. They're going to take my magic from me and charm me into ordering the slaves to modify their brains to be unable to retain that information. But not me. Not my brain." Jamie leaned forward and tapped his temple. "That knowledge will forever be bouncing around in here. If I have magic, I can't be compelled to perform the ritual to make myself unable to think of their precious secret. As soon as I am without magic, I can't perform the ritual at all. They're going to take away my magic and compel me to be unable to ever reveal that knowledge to anyone. But it'll still be here. Waiting." Jamie sat back with a smug smile. "The director will want that knowledge wiped from my mind as well as everyone else's. Tell him, or her, that I am willing to perform the ritual and have my brain altered as well. I ask, in return, that I am released on the same day as my slaves and Helena. That's a deal breaker."

Georges drew a deep breath and slowly let it out. "I'll try," he said.

"You'll do," Jamie said. "There is no 'try'. Go to The Director's office, right away, and have the secretary deliver my message at once." Jamie adopted a mock urgent tone and said, "It is a matter of national security, after all."

Georges nodded and knocked on the door again. The guards opened it and let him out. The door behind Jamie opened as well and he didn't resist as the guards led him back to his cell. Jamie ran scenarios in his mind for the rest of the day. He stayed awake for a long time, thinking about all the people he was going to have his revenge against. Faces played in his mind's eye as he tried to memorize the court and prosecutors. Sleep snuck up on him.

Jamie woke up with a start. For a split second, he hoped yesterday had been just another one of his bizarre nightmares, but Sylvie's large, brown eyes were staring down at him with amusement as he lay on the uncomfortable prison cot. "Get up," she said, "it's time to enact your sentence."

"Is my sentence converted," Jamie asked. Sylvie's smug grin continued to infuriate him as she stood over him and said nothing. "Well?"

"It is," she finally said, making Jamie sigh in relief. She then bent down and Jamie felt her hot breath on his nose as she whispered, "From today onwards, I will tell everyone I meet that I took, not only the Bludgeoner's magic, but also the best years of his life." She stood back up and waved her hand over Jamie's prone form. Gravity shifted in Jamie's cot and he was suddenly lifted and pressed vertically against the wall.

"Whoah, there, sweet pee," Jamie cheerfully said. He was emboldened by her sudden irritation. He wanted to hurt this bitch that had snatched him from the air. If he could so much as get her reprimanded by her superiors, it'd be worth anything else she did to him. She was already slated to take his magic and three decades of life, after all. "Is this any way to treat a prisoner? And who is this 'Bludgeoner' you speak of?"

"Wash up," she commanded, pointing as the cell's washbasin. "You have a busy day ahead of you."

The spell was removed from Jamie and he stepped off his cot with grace. "No," he said, glancing at the washbasin. "I have a busy day ahead of me. No time to waste."

Jamie was disappointed by her lack of reaction to his jibe. The vampire turned on her heel and left the cell. Jamie suddenly started to float after her, completely immobile. He jeered at her, calling her his porter, but she didn't react to it in the slightest. She turned down a corridor that didn't lead to the rooms with the rotating walls and he soon floated into a large, gymnasium-like room. His manacled slaves were already sitting there. Helena and Sandra wore handcuffs. All of their tearful faces brightened when they saw him.

Their reunion was prevented by The Director saying, "There will be none of that!" Jamie looked to the enchanted suit and was astonished to see it had pants. His gaze slowly rose and saw that the suit jacket faded and revealed a crisp, white shirt, unbuttoned at the collar, with the sleeves rolled up past the elbows. Further above it, Jamie looked into the large, grim face of a typical middle aged Frenchman. "I must say, mister Jacobs, that it is a shame you had not been born with magic and instructed in its use from an early age. Considering what you came up with and accomplished on your own, you could have become one of the greatest magicians in history, if you had only been properly guided."

"Well, let's not be talking in these tenses," Jamie said. "You can leave me my magic, forget about wiping my mind, and maybe we can work together."

"I don't think so, mister Jacobs," said The Director, "removing your magic is for your own benefit, after all. I am certain you will agree with us as soon as it is done."

Jamie bit back a few choice responses to the claim that depowering him was for his own good. Instead, he chose to ask, "How come I can see your face?"

"I can show my face to people," The Director said, "whenever I choose. I've found that makes it easier to hold a conversation and get my point across. Of course, as soon as our conversation is ended, you will no longer remember anything about me."

"Just out of curiosity," Jamie said, "can The american Suit do this as well?"

"No," The Director said. "When our predecessors created that enchanted suit, it was just a lesser version of our own. It was meant to facilitate starting your nation's revolution and later be upgraded. That was delayed by our revolution and some later wars cancelled the upgrades. Anyway, enough of the small talk. I only wanted to let you know that your efforts, as misguided as they were, did end up making the world a better place. You deserve a reward for them."

"Some reward," Jamie remarked, brandishing his manacled hands.

"Once the taint from your soul is removed," The Director said, "you'll be thanking us."

Jamie bit back his response and instead said, "Can't I talk to my girls, first?"

"Of course not," The Director said, brusquely. He regarded Jamie with disappointment and then waved at someone behind Jamie. Georges entered Jamie's line of sight and held up a clipboard and pen. "This is the settlement we must both sign." The Director signed it. "After you sign it, we will immediately begin carrying out the converted sentence."

Georges turned to Jamie and held up the clipboard for him to sign. "If you sign this, you'll be aged thirty years before this hour is out," he told him.

"But this gets me released today, right," Jamie said. Georges nodded. "Then let's do this!" Jamie signed and The Director made a brief, formal declaration before the casting began.

Cassandra Ainsworth was tapping her foot and munching on a hot croissant she had purchased at a nearby bakery. She stood near the main entrance of the Gare du Nord and waited for her french contacts to show up and render the McDonough twins into her custody. Normally, showing up with the twisted twins would be a huge coup for anyone in the Commonwealth Supernatural Security Service, but the twins had been declawed by The Directorate. Their magic had been taken away from them and they were subject to any order preceded by a code word her french contact was going to pass on to her.

"If they ever show up, that is," she muttered aloud. Technically, she had been very early and they still had ten more minutes before they were late, but that didn't stop her from being impatient. There was a big pile of paperwork still to be done when she brought the twins to London and she wanted to be done with it by the weekend. Finally, she spotted the twins approaching. A man was leading them. He signaled them to wait and came over to Cassie alone. They exchanged the agreed upon recognition phrases and shook hands. Cassie found his accent delightful. He told her the code word that made the twins obey and the code word which would one day release them from this slavery, if the CSSS ever chose to set them free. Cassie repeated the words to him to make sure she got them. 

He waved the twins over and said, "Sudo, follow this lady's orders from now on. Goodbye, agent Ainsworth!" The man waved and left.

Cassie took the chance to give the much feared twins a good once over. They were quite attractive and looked to be about her age. As soon as the french agent was out of earshot, Felicity opened her mouth to say something, but Cassie beat her to it, saying, "Sudo, be silent unless spoken to!" The twins glared at her, clearly unhappy with the whole situation. "This way!" Cassie turned on her heels and strode over to the platform where the fast train to St. Pancras International was waiting. She boarded it and found her reserved cabin. The twins mutely followed her in and she shut the doors behind them.

Cassie sat down and pulled her phone out of her purse. She connected her earphones and played some music. The twins stood there, looking awkward as she ignored them, immersing herself in her music. When the train started to move, she gestured for the twins to sit down and they did. Pretty soon, the french landscape began to whiz by the window. Cassie huffed in boredom and took out her earphones.

"So, how did you two get caught, anyway," she asked.

"Mistress Sylvie snatched us from our master's plane," Ray said.

Cassie's jaw dropped. She struggled to reconcile their statement with what was commonly known about the two. She had personally taken quite an interest in the twins. Their life as outlaws was far more exciting than the dreary daily routine of serving in the CSSS. "You had a master?!"

"Yes," Ray said.

"Since when?!"

"Since this past winter," Ray said.

Cassie turned off her phone and put it away. "Sudo," she gave the code word for obedience, "tell me everything about this master of yours and tell me true!"

Ray and Felicity told her of how they had nearly been caught in Leeds and decided to leave the UK until the heat died down. They had learned of a large bounty being offered on the heads of the members of a small, american coven and went there to collect. They told her of how they were caught and enslaved by Jamie and how he used their unique mental link to interrogate his captives and bring down The Syndicate.

Cassie listened with bated breath. The story was briefly interrupted by the conductor when he came by to inspect the tickets. Their tale was everything Cassie had dreamed of experiencing during her long years of magical training. The daily routine of a typical CSSS operative was not the life of adventure Cassie had always desired. Operatives got up in the morning, went to their posts, expended all of their power on reiterating some spell or ward that is deemed necessary for the smooth functioning of the Realm or the Service, followed by a cup of tea and then paperwork until it was time to go home again. That was boring as all fuck to Cassie.

Cassie had the good luck to be deemed too flighty to be counted on to perform such duties, day in and day out, without fail. She was then assigned to the ready reserves, which meant that she was spared the endless, repetitive castings and paperwork. Instead, she got endless training and waiting for something to happen that would need an extra set of hands. She had hoped it would mean she'd get promoted to the SSO teams and see some action, but she usually wound up covering for a caster that took a sick day. Six months into her service, she was told, point blank, that she didn't have what it took to qualify for the Service's elite intervention arm and all her hopes of having any adventure in her life were dashed. The only things she ever got to do were milk runs, such as picking up prisoners that were safe to transfer, or stake outs.

She spent her days fantasizing about adventures. Sexy and exciting, like the one they described having with this american master that took them as slaves. Cassie found herself envying them. Even being enslaved would be preferable to the endless tedium of her daily wait for something -anything- to happen, particularly if it meant she'd get to go around the world and fight bad guys like the twins had done under their master.

Cassie sized up the twins again. He was handsome, despite being a ginger, and she was very beautiful. Perhaps even more beautiful than Cassie. Cassie bit her lip and entertained a bad idea. She could have some fun with the twins. They were in her mercy. She was supposed to just deliver the twins to headquarters and she'd get in a whole heaping mess of trouble if she interfered with them, but their story got her all worked up. She lowered the shade on the window and said, "Sudo, both of you make love to me. Sudo, don't ever tell anyone about this. Sudo, say we just sat here in silence for the whole ride over if anyone does ask about this trip."

The twins nodded and their succulent lips spread into predatory grins. Cassie felt her insides flutter in exhilaration. She was finally doing it! She was finally having an adventure, of sorts. The terrible consequences she'd endure if she was found out only served to heighten her excitement. "Sudo," she said, breathlessly, "don't be gentle about it."

Ray tore his shirt off while Felicity sat next to Cassie and twisted her face around. She plundered the blonde's mouth with her tongue. Cassie moaned. She had kissed girls before, but she had never gone further than that. She watched out of the corner of her eye as Ray pulled down his pants and undies and stood there naked. His cock looked like it was rock hard and it stood out from his body, pointing right at Cassie's head. Felicity released her grip on the blonde's face and gestured for her to stand. Cassie did and Ray bent down to grip the hem of her summer dress. He pulled it up, revealing her knee high white socks, her shapely, creamy thighs and white panties.

Felicity bit the back of Cassie's thigh, eliciting a jump and squeal from the blonde. Ray pulled her dress higher, revealing her white bra. Cassie raised her arms for the dress to be taken off her. Ray lifted it higher and then left it there to cover her face and trap her arms. Cassie let out a muffled moan of protest, but was cut off by the sensations of Ray's hands kneading her breasts. Felicity unhooked Cassie's bra and they pulled it up and out of the way. Each twin sucked on one of Cassie's breasts. Cassie squirmed and moaned between them. On one side, she pressed her naked skin up against Ray's hot, firm flesh. On the other, the fabric of Felicity's shirt and pants felt so deliciously rough against her skin.

Soon, their hands roamed south. Ray's big, strong hand glided down her belly to slip into her panties and he began to tease and explore her mound. Felicity's hand scratched down Cassie's back until it too entered her panties. She began to slide her slender finger between Cassie's firm buttocks, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from the blonde.




A-Cup Angst Ch. 11



Cassie struggled and managed to pull her flowery print dress off of her head and arms and tossed the light fabric aside. She shrugged the twins' mouths off of her sensitive nipples just long enough to slip out of her bra. The three of them then embraced and kissed, letting their tongues run wild. Cassie jumped and squealed in their tight embrace as Felicity's finger found her asshole and began to toy with it. Cassie was still an anal virgin and she felt nervous about being touched there.

Felicity stepped back to undress and Ray kissed Cassie, leaving her breathless with the intensity of the kiss. His hands began to slide her panties down her hips. He broke the kiss and squatted to remove her wet panties, leaving her clad only in her white, knee high socks and red, lacquered, high heeled shoes. Once Cassie stepped out of her panties, Ray took a big whiff of her crotch, making her blush profusely when he moaned appreciatively at her aroma. Cassie couldn't quite meet his gaze when he looked up from her crotch so she settled on watching Felicity remove her underwear. Cassie admired the redhead's alabaster flesh and her gaze lingered on her pale pink nipples.

Cassie gasped when she felt Ray's wet tongue licking up and down her slit. He attacked her pussy with zeal and incredible deftness. It was obvious to Cassie that Ray had a lot of experience eating pussy, or it would be if she hadn't been so distracted by it. She came with a series of barely suppressed shrieks of ecstasy. Ray stood back up and kissed Cassie, forcing her to taste herself for the first time in her life. In her post orgasmic haze, she decided she didn't mind it all that much. Ray kept them kissing with a hand on the back of her head. His other hand went down and played with her sensitive pussy.

Cassie enjoyed his attentions, allowing herself to get lost in the waves of sensations that Ray's fingers bombarded her with. When Ray broke their kiss and began to nibble at her neck, she giggled and gasped with exhilaration. She heard a slurping, wet noise and opened her eyes to see what it was. She looked down and saw Felicity giving her brother a blowjob. She was swallowing him nearly all the way down her throat and then pulling her head back up to just lavish his head with the quick attentions of her tongue. One of her hands was on Ray's sack and the other was between her own legs.

Felicity's pleasure at the act was obvious on her face. Her eyes opened and locked on Cassie's. Cassie nearly came when she saw the fire in her big, green orbs. Felicity again swallowed her brother's large cock all the way down to her throat, this time not breaking eye contact with Cassie. Her cheeks puffed out, mostly to accommodate all that hard man-flesh, but partly because the redhead was smiling. Cassie couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight of the redhead's passion.

Felicity's hand left her crotch and went straight to Cassie's ass. Cassie nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt the redhead's wet finger wiggle between her buttocks and begin to press against her virgin asshole. "She's going to sodomize me with her finger, lubricated by her own sex juices," she thought to herself. The thought made her knees weak. The depravity and wrongness of the act was too great for Cassie to resist. She didn't protest as Felicity began to slowly penetrate her ass with her finger. 

Ray hugged her tightly to his hard body and slipped two fingers into her pussy. The combined penetration of the twins' digits made Cassie soar to new heights of pleasure and she orgasmed again in quick order. Ray then sat down and pulled Cassie to him. Felicity's finger stayed embedded in her ass the whole time. Her hand reached out and aimed Ray's cock into the descending blonde's pussy, making her gasp as she impaled herself on it. Cassie rode Ray's cock while Felicity worked the finger in her ass. Cassie let the motion of the redhead's finger dictate the way she was riding her brother. She was getting closer and closer to another orgasm.

Suddenly, Felicity pulled her finger out of Cassie's ass and Ray pushed the blonde off his cock. The twins stood Cassie up and turned her around in their arms. She thought they wanted her to ride Ray's cock while facing away from him, so she didn't resist. Felicity again aimed Ray's cock and Cassie moaned plaintively, impatient to have that thick cock back inside of her. Ray pulled her down hard and his cock popped into her bowels by at least an inch.

Cassie's breath hitched at the sudden penetration. It was very uncomfortable, almost painful, despite her lubrication on his cock, or Felicity's in her ass. Cassie's protests were stifled by Felicity's kiss. Ray nibbled on the sensitive spots on the back of Cassie's neck. The twins made no move to further impale Cassie on Ray's cock. They kneaded her tits just right and let their mouths drive her to distraction, knowing it'll help her relax and enjoy.

Their touches and caresses distracted Cassie from the pain in her ass that was lessening with each and every heartbeat. She relaxed and let herself enjoy the teasing. Soon, she began to mewl plaintively into Felicity's mouth. Still, the twins made no move to impale her further on the unyielding cock in her ass. Cassie then resolved to take her own pleasure. Taking a series of deep breaths, and letting them out slowly, she began to inch herself down the shaft in her bowels, until she was sitting comfortably on Ray's lap. Accommodating such a large object in her rectum was quite a strain, but she found herself all the more excited for having taken it all in.

Cassie began to squirm in Ray's lap, delighting in the brand new and somewhat pleasurable sensations coming from her ass. Ray pulled up the armrests on the seat and lay down on the three seats, pulling Cassie down to flop atop him. She now had more freedom to move and took immediate advantage of it. She decided anal sex was definitely good.

Felicity spread Cassie's legs wide and knelt down on the seat with one of her legs. She began to press her pussy into Cassie's. The feeling of Felicity's warm, wet pussy rubbing lightly across Cassie's own combined with the sensations of Ray's hard, hot cock reaming her out, drove Cassie mad with pleasure. She gave up her last inhibitions. Ray unleashed thick ropes of his cum into her bowels and it triggered her orgasm.

The three of them writhed on the seats, using their bodies, tightly pressed together, to give and take pleasure without reserve. They became a single, undulating entity of sensual delight. Orgasm after orgasm piled atop their consciousnesses until Cassie passed out in pleasure.

Felicity stood up and bent over to whisper a word in her brother's ear. Ray whispered it back into her ear when she presented it to him and the two of them shared a beaming smile of heady relief. They were set free by the secret code word that she had read from Cassie's mind during their many mutual orgasms. She set Ray free by whispering it into his ear and he did the same to her. Ray mimed snapping Cassie's neck. Felicity frowned and shook her head no. She bent over, retrieved her clothing and began to quietly dress. Ray patiently waited for his softening cock to slip out of the blonde's asshole. When it did, Cassie moaned softly in protest. Ray gently and carefully rolled them until he could slip out from under her.

When he finally extracted himself, he crouched by the seats and held his hands above her head, ready to snap the blonde's neck if she showed any sign of waking up. Cassie's long, blonde hair was plastered to her face and neck, obscuring her features, but her breathing was slow and regular and she made absolutely no movement. Felicity gave Ray his shirt and then held out his shorts and pants for him to step into. They quietly slipped out of the compartment. Felicity took Cassie's clothes and purse with her. 

"Calais is coming up," Felicity whispered. "We've got to get to the end of the train before it reaches the station."

"Why didn't you let me kill her," Ray whispered, buttoning up his shirt. "She's a witch and we've got no power. If she wakes up right now, we're buggered."

Felicity turned and began jogging down the train car, gesturing for her brother to follow her. "Two reasons," she said. "First, I liked what I saw when you projected her mind into mine. And second, when she comes to, she'll be so embarrassed we gave her the slip, that she'll try to cover up her indiscretion with us and buy us the time we need to get to someone who can cast an anti-scrying ward on us. It's no good for us to get off this train, only to get scryed on and caught within the hour, now is it?"

"No, I guess not," Ray said when they got to the end of the car and crossed into the next one. "Poor thing. Not her fault nobody knew we're still connected."

Felicity turned around and smiled at her brother. They shared a tight embrace. "Forever together, brother," she said.

"No one can ever sever our souls," he said, looking into the eyes of his one, true love. He had been scared shitless that his special bond with his sister was going to go away with their magic and was so relieved when he felt her shared misery and fear even after their power was drained from them. "No one, darling. Not american warlords, french vampires, whole armies and nations. No one!"

Felicity hugged him again and gave him a quick kiss, just a taste of what was to come. "Come on," she said and led on through the train, "we're not out of the woods yet!" They giggled and laughed as they made their way to the back of the train. Their magical power was gone, but all they had to do was lay low and evade capture until they found a nobody that was unaware of their own power and tricked them into giving it up. She felt his spirit soar right alongside her own and he felt hers.

The train finished braking and the slight jolt roused Cassie. She moaned in delight. Her arse was still raw in the most delightful way. The texture of the seats under her body felt so delicious against her bare, sensitive skin. She blinked her eyes open and drew her wavy, blonde locks out of her eyes. Her heart leaped in her throat as she saw she was alone in the compartment. The twins were gone.

She sat up and exclaimed in panic. She couldn't believe what her own two eyes were telling her. Aside from the twins, her clothes had also gone missing. She was wearing only a pair of lacquered red shoes and white, knee high socks. She stood up and gave the small compartment a third, detailed sweep. She just couldn't accept the fact that her magically enslaved prisoners had escaped.

She touched every surface of the compartment and waved her arms through each and every cubic inch of space, thinking in her overwhelming panic that they might have, somehow, made themselves invisible. When she didn't find them, she thought of the bollocking she'd get in London for showing up empty-handed. She swallowed nervously and decided she was going after the twins herself, right now. If she caught them quickly, she could still get out of this mess. Besides, they couldn't have gone far. There can be only so many places to hide on a moving express train.

Cassie's heart, that had just managed to calm down a bit, raced again as she realized the train wasn't moving. She could hear voices and sounds outside the window so she lifted the shade, letting in the sunlight. She blinked at the sudden glare and then gaped at the sight of the train station platform that was before her eyes. The people on the platform began to point her way and pretty soon, all eyes were upon her. The men grinned as their eyes roamed over her, while women mostly rolled their eyes, or shook whatever they had in their hands at the moment at her, threateningly. It was only then that Cassie remembered she was naked.

She bent over to hide her groin from the stares of onlookers and brought her hands up to cover her breasts. When that didn't discourage the gathering crowd outside her window, she spared a hand to reach up and pull the shade back down. She could see the shadows of the people outside the window gathering close and raising their hands. They knocked on her window and called for her to show herself again. Cassie ignored her embarrassment and reminded herself that she had let two dangerous fugitives escape her custody. She didn't have time for a bunch of voyeurs or the police, if they got involved.

Cassie bent over to search for her purse but quickly realized it wasn't there. "I'll fucking gut those redheaded, scottish cunts with my bare hands," she screamed in frustrated rage. She let out a few more choice curses and then heard jovial, male voices in the hall in front of her compartment door. The handle twisted and the door swung open. Three rough looking, middle aged men of arabic descent entered the compartment and closed the door behind them.

They immediately violated Cassie's personal space and made her back up until she was next to the window. They spoke a language Cassie didn't understand, but it wasn't French. "Damn," Cassie thought to herself. The language barrier prevented her from charming them into leaving her alone and giving her their clothes. She could make them open to her suggestions with charm magic, but if they couldn't understand her, it was for naught. Their hands came up and began to touch her naked flesh. Cassie, still pissed from losing her charges, drew on her wrath to power a simple spell of kinetic motion and slammed the three men down into the seats that she hadn't been fucked on.

The men were stunned for a moment, doubtlessly telling themselves that they had lost their balance because the stationary train had started moving, even though it hadn't. Cassie seized her chance and broke the world record for fastest stun charm ever weaved. The three men sat mutely and didn't resist when Cassie took the shirt off one and began to slip the pants off another.

The compartment door opened at that moment and a young man leaned in. He looked at what Cassie was doing, chuckled and left, closing the door behind himself. Cassie quickly donned the oversized clothes she had just obtained and left the compartment. The train was just starting to move when she reached the end of the car. She shorted out the safety system on the door with an application of her power and swayed on her feet. The train was moving at a run now. She took a moment to compose herself and managed to cast a shield spell on herself.

She stepped out of the train and rolled off the end of the platform unharmed. She got up and immediately ran back to the train station to begin her search for the twins.

In the last car of the train, Ray and Felicity saw her running as the train finished passing her. They laughed in relief and clinked their glasses. "See," Felicity said. "I told you this would work!"

"And no one will be waiting for us in London," Ray asked. Felicity shook her head. Her smile turned mischievous as she counted the money from Cassie's purse.

The plain, white Citroën pulled up to the airport terminal. The front passenger door opened and a young man exited the vehicle to open the rear passenger door. Jamie Jacobs, now approximately 49 years old, grunted with effort as he clambered out of the vehicle. "This is a fucking outrage," he grumbled as he straightened up and felt his lower back protest in pain. 

After aging him up, mistress Sylvie had cheerfully told him that he'd feel much, much older than 49 for a few days, until his body acclimated to the change. Then she had led him back to his cell, despite his protests. The Director called after them, telling him that he had agreed to release Jamie that very day, but not at what time. Jamie needed to get home to his family ASAP and began to protest his treatment in a somewhat loud manner, enhanced with lots of colorful language. Sylvie just smiled at him and his impotent swearing. When he called The Director an honorless pig, however, her amused smile evaporated and left behind an expression that quickly told Jamie that he was less than a bug under her heels. 

She calmly said, "Our agents in America have given us the all clear, so we will release you today. However, we will only release you after we've made certain that Ms. Romano, Ms. Grant and Ms. Worth have gotten enough of a head start. It simply wouldn't do to set them free and then release you to go after them the very next instant."

Jamie glanced at the large clock as he was being led into the airport by the plain clothes agent. It read 23:15. The agent wasted no time in leading him straight to the gate from which his flight to Washington would depart. He released him at the gate and handed him his one way ticket. He was being deported from France. There was no need for an agent escort on board the plane itself. Mistress Sylvie had, in the presence of his lawyer, given him a charm that made certain he'd take the flight and disembark it in Washington, without causing any incident.

Jamie gave the attendant his ticket and passport, in which his date of birth had been modified by the french authorities, and she gave him his boarding pass. He was admitted into the plane and guided to coach, where he spent a few minutes squeezing past other passengers until he found his seat and plopped down into it. His joints ached.

The plane took off and Jamie fidgeted in his seat, unused to so little space while airborne. He swallowed to get his ears to pop and adjust to the changing pressure. He soon began coughing. He felt a sharp sense of annoyance and borderline hostility. He coughed on, covering his mouth with his sleeve, unsure why his lungs were having such trouble with the cabin air. The feelings of annoyance were joined by others and soon they converted into feelings of hostility, followed by worry with a side order of disgust.

Jamie couldn't stifle his cough. Soon, he began feeling threatened. He gave up on coughing into his sleeve and looked up. Nearly all the people that sat near him were looking at him askance. On their faces, he read annoyance, hostility, worry and disgust. Jamie then spotted the man that was sitting across the aisle from him and one seat forward. He wasn't looking at Jamie directly. He was glaring at him, askance. Despite not being able to see enough of the man's face, Jamie felt with one hundred percent certainty that the man was planning to inflict physical violence upon his person.

Spurred on to avoid trouble by the charm in his mind, Jamie ignored the feeling that he was drowning and undid his belt. He got up and went forward, towards the lavatories. There, he'd be able to have a good cough and splash some water in his face.

After his coughing fit cleared up and he managed to get a hold of himself, he realized he needed to use the toilet as well. He undid his belt and sat down. His bowel movement was short and strange. He stood up and looked down in the bowl. His jaw dropped as he saw a wadded up piece of paper in the water. A memory resurrected in his mind. The recurring nightmare that wouldn't go away, no matter how much he swore to get away, the sigil he nearly clawed his own face off to see completed and the casting of that sigil on the very same piece of paper he had just passed.

Could the sigil have saved his magic from being removed? At least in part? Jamie felt his hopes rise. He couldn't feel it under his skin, like he could since the day he first got it, but that didn't necessarily mean it wasn't there, hidden just out of reach of both him and the vampire. 

He quickly wiped and buckled up. His instincts told him the paper was no longer relevant, so he flushed. He was going to try to cast some spells. He turned to the mirror and grimaced at the wrinkled face that was looking back at him. His skin was thin and flabby. His hair was more gray than brown and he took comfort in the fact that he didn't grow bald with age, at least. But that was the only thing that could comfort him in his present state. 




A-Cup Angst Ch. 12



Minutes after the cargo plane had lifted off and headed towards the Caribbean, Jamie realized the flaw in his plan. He had chartered a cargo plane from his home town. It was something he had done frequently before and it was like a bright, neon sign that said to Section and the French, "Jamie Jacobs is here!" He grimaced at his own stupidity and thoughtlessness and made his way to the cockpit as soon as they attained cruising altitude. He had the captain divert to Cuba. He hoped that would delay the efforts of his pursuers.

The rest of the flight was, thankfully, uneventful. His mother and sister were silent and sullen. Jamie looked long and hard at the enchanted BMW X5 and Subaru. The cars were great assets to have, but, at the moment, they were millstones around his neck. He debated with himself over whether or not to ditch them or even have them flown elsewhere to throw the hounds off the scent.

Just before landing, he decided he would keep them. He needed any advantage he could get and, besides, the damage was already done. Everyone with two brain cells to rub together knew he had flown to Cuba. He needed to get creative and escape the island unnoticed in order to lose his pursuit. He decided to charter the plane to fly on a tour of South America, empty, in order to throw off the inevitable pursuit. He hired a new crew, one that wouldn't mind not being able to contact their loved ones for a week, and plotted out a path for them that would look like someone was trying to shake off pursuit while still staying within the bounds of the laws and regulations regarding air travel. As the plane was being fueled, Jamie felt good about his chances.

When he approached the passport control desk, he sensed that the man at the counter was malleable to large amounts of cash and was currently in need of some cash, for whatever reason. Just as Jamie smiled thinking the man was potentially the answer to his troubles, he sensed the man feel the same way about Jamie. Jamie handed over his passport and the man duly ran it through the machine. His mother and sister hanged back and waited.

Jamie sensed the man's pleasure at what the machine read, even though his face gave no indication of it. "Problems, officer," Jamie asked.

"Well, that depends," drawled the man in a thick, hispanic accent, "the machine reads you as a wanted criminal, but it could just be mistaken." Jamie bit back a grimace. He guessed Cyrus had his people flag the backup identities they had provided for Jamie and his family. "It is a bit old and temperamental, you know. Not like the shiny, new computers you use in America."

"Maybe it's something to do with the passport," Jamie offered. "May I rub it for good luck?" The official put Jamie's passport into his outstretched hand and Jamie discreetly placed a thousand dollars in fifties into it and handed it back. "Try it now!"

The official took the money, his jaw dropping at the amount, and palmed it. "Your passport seems to be in order, sir," he said.

"Thank you," Jamie said. "I'd really like it if I didn't have any such trouble with my passport in the future. Could you direct me to anyone that could help me with that?"

The official grinned as he caught the gist of Jamie's request. He told Jamie to be at a café tomorrow afternoon in order to meet a contact that would guide him to the people that could whip up a fake passport for him. Jamie grinned right back as he managed to follow the man's trail of thought. He felt happy at diverting more money to his brother, who was the guy that made the fake passports.

Jamie put more money into his mother's passport and told the official he needed to unload two cars from the cargo plane without anyone taking note of them. The trunks were full of guns and ammo, among other things, but Jamie didn't tell the man that. The most important part of his cargo plane diversion was that no one know there were two cars unloaded at the airport tonight. The official just nodded and made the necessary arrangements and used the opportunity to get more cash from Jamie. Jamie handed it over with a glad grin. They drove away from the airport while the plane took off to, hopefully, lead his pursuit on a wild goose chase around South America.

He took his sister and mother to a hotel and checked them all in. The girls took showers and then went downstairs to get something to eat, while Jamie went out. Time was of the essence and he needed to make arrangements to get them off the island as soon as possible. He wandered around Havana for a few hours until he recognized the street whose image he had seen in the official's mind for an instant. He found the house where the official's brother lived and kept the things needed to make passports. Jamie sat on the terrace of a cafe at the end of the street and staked the place out. He didn't want to have someone else make the new passports for him and his family as that would leave a trail for someone to follow.

He had brought his laptop and some of the programs his A.I. had sent him. His intention was to sneak into the house and make the new passports himself. He sat and sipped on non alcoholic drinks for an hour and a half. He took the time to enjoy the sunset. Just as the Sun had set, the official's brother left his house and walked down the street towards the cafe where Jamie was sitting. The man passed him and Jamie couldn't sense anything he was thinking. Jamie had no idea where the man was going or how long he was going to stay out of the house. He could also not glean any information on where the equipment was hidden or whether the house was empty or not.

Jamie heaved a great big sigh of disappointment. It seemed he could only read the thoughts that were first and foremost in a person's mind, like the official back at the airport that had vividly visualized his brother getting more money and giving him his cut. Jamie tossed some money on the table and got up. He slowly walked down the street and slipped into the house unnoticed.

The house itself was split into six apartments, all accessible by the central staircase. Jamie walked up to the doors on the ground floor and concentrated. After a few seconds, he could sense the apartments were occupied at the moment. He climbed the stairs and checked the apartments there. One was empty, his senses told him, so he focused his attention on the lock and made it open with a flick of his finger. He went in and closed the door behind himself.

He let his Jedi instincts guide him in his search of the apartment but felt nothing. He checked the underwear drawers and saw that they only contained women's underwear. Jamie winced and softly cursed at himself. He was in the wrong apartment. He went to the door and checked for any presence on the staircase. Feeling none, he exited the apartment and locked it with a flick of his finger.

On the top floor, he again sensed an empty apartment and flicked his fingers to undo the lock. He went in and quickly sensed what he was searching for. He found blank passports from many countries taped to the underside of every drawer in the apartment. In the bathroom, he found the machines and tools he'd need to forge a passport, cleverly concealed in holes behind the very large tiles on the wall.

Jamie wasted no time and got to work, guided by his Jedi instincts. He made canadian passports for the three of them and used his laptop, and the programs his A.I. had left him, to program the biometric chips properly. He stamped the passports to make it look like they had left from Canada. He left the date of departure empty with the idea that he'd fill it in when he figured out how to get off the island.

Once he was done, he put everything back where it belonged and left the house, wary of anyone's attention on him. When he turned off the street where the house was, he heaved a great big sigh of relief. The pressure of sneaking into someone's house, not knowing if they'd be back at any moment and always keeping an eye on the door, had left him a soaking wet, sweaty mess. His hands started shaking in relief. One half of his escape was completed, but now he needed to figure out how to leave Cuba without leaving a trace. His options consisted of either ship or airplane. "Well, ships aren't tracked on radar so much," he thought to himself.

He went down towards the harbor and found a crowded bar. He went in and downed a few shots of rum to steady his hands and nerves. After that, he leaned backwards against the bar and took a long, hard look at the patrons. Most were not hispanic, he realized, and they were leaving the bar with young, local women, intent on getting their fuck on. Jamie put two and two together and realized he was in a sailor friendly bar. He spent an hour looking around, trying to spot a ship's captain that might be amenable to a bit of honest smuggling.

Jamie spotted several men that gave off an air of authority amidst their groups of sailors. He paid special attention to them, determining that they were really captains of their respective ships. He tried his level best to get a sense of which one to approach, but not a one of them was dwelling on the possibility of smuggling, so he was plum out of luck. Jamie decided on a different tack. He turned to the bartender and asked him, "Where can I find out about ships' departures?"

The skinny barkeep smiled, revealing crooked, yellow teeth and said, "Right here, señor." He bent down and retrieved a shabby looking notebook. He flipped it open and Jamie saw that it contained the names of ships and their captains, arranged by dates of departure. "We keep a ledger so we know if any sailors plan to leave without paying." The barkeep laughed and Jamie laughed alongside him as he perused the list. He saw that a ukrainian ship was scheduled to depart early tomorrow morning. Jamie slid the barkeep another note and the man smiled and thanked him.

If there was any captain who could be persuaded to smuggle, it had to be someone from the ex-Soviet Union. Jamie couldn't speak a word of Russian, but he could tell who the Ukrainians were, just by listening. He sat down at their table and said, "Hi, guys! Who's captain Zaposhenko?" 

The sailors shut up and looked at Jamie with suspicion and hostility. He sighed as he sensed their happy mood turn sour by his addition to the table. He raised a hand to get the barkeep's attention and called for another bottle of rum for the table. The sailors waited until they had gotten the bottle and he had paid for it, before they began to shove him away from the table. He could tell that they didn't want to cause any trouble by beating him up, but that they also didn't want to have anything to do with him.

Jamie went outside and took in some fresh, sea air to clear his head. He was rubbing his sore neck and stretching it this way and that when a short, stocky man came out of the bar and said, "Why you looking for Zaposhenko?"

Jamie could tell by the man's accent that he was from the ukrainian crew. "I have a business proposition for him," he said as he turned to look the man over, up and down.

"If you giving me proposition, I give to Zaposhenko," the man said, before lighting a cigarillo.

Jamie's senses told him that the man standing before him was Zaposhenko. "Captain, I don't have the time or the inclination for games. If you want to make a lot of money without any trouble, then we can talk. If you don't, then we can go our separate ways."

The captain took a long drag on his cigarillo and then slowly let the smoke pour out of his mouth. Finally, just as Jamie was about to roll his eyes at the man and walk away, he said, "Ol' write. We talk."

The captain agreed to take Jamie and his family and their two cars on board and take them to their next port of call, which was in Morocco. He had insisted that the cars had to be stowed into a cargo container and that Jamie and his mother and sister had to be in another container. He then made Jamie pay for each container separately and began citing all sorts of costs to get as much money out of Jamie as he could. Jamie forked over the cash as he could sense that the man intended to deliver him safely to the destination, he was only looking to make as much cash as possible. Jamie wasn't happy with the way the captain was shaking him down and he certainly wasn't happy that they were sailing to a French-speaking country like Morocco, but he was out of options. He was keenly aware of the fact that a Section grab team, or the french spec ops boys, could show up at any moment. Besides, he had loved the movie Casablanca, why not see the city, too?

In the morning, a truck hauling a shipping container drove past the hotel and Jamie and his mom drove the two cars to follow the truck. They drove the cars into the container and it was then driven to the port and loaded on the ship.

The first day of sailing to Morocco was uneventful. On the second day, Jamie didn't need any Jedi senses to tell what three sailors, assembled on deck and watching his mother, had been thinking. Jamie walked over to them and intimated his displeasure with their intentions. The captain blew a gasket and demanded more money as recompense for the fear Jamie had put into his crewmen. Jamie forked over some more cash, now having next to none left, and walked away smiling. He could sense the dread in every sailor and knew they wouldn't have the guts to even look at his mom any more.

The rest of the trip was boring. Suzie amused herself by exploring every nook and cranny of the ship and their mother simply stood near the bow and looked out at the water most of the time. The crew kept well away from them at all times.

Off the coast of Morocco, Jamie went online and transferred some cash from one of his coded accounts to await for him ashore. Once they disembarked the ship, Jamie dated their passports and pulled a mind trick on the passport control officer to make him believe everything was in order. He led his mother and sister past the checkpoint and into a nearby hotel. After that, he went to a bank and withdrew enough money to get his cars out of port.

The city itself was nothing Jamie had imagined. He had expected to find a small, quaint town filled with kasbahs and the like and found himself face to face with a metropolis the size of New York. Casablanca was bristling with skyscrapers and Jamie was particularly surprised by seeing trams, that were chock full of people, running over tracks built into the city streets.

He joined his family for lunch and his mother then surprised him by actually speaking to him, in place of the perfunctory conversations they had had since they had left the cabin in the woods. She insisted on exploring Casablanca. Suzie joined in and Jamie found himself chaperoning them as they visited the sights and bought trinkets and whatnots at every other stand they stopped at. At first, Jamie handed over the asked for amounts, but then he sensed he was doing wrong and began to haggle with the sellers. He was shocked when he realized he could haggle them down to less than a quarter of the asking price. He shook his head to himself and let the people at the first stands they had visited enjoy their windfall.

Pretty soon, the girls heard of a huge mall and decided to go there. The three of them gaped at the humungous mall and the aquarium that was so big, people could go diving in it. As Jamie watched the divers in the huge aqarium, he realized just how sheltered his life had been and just how little he knew of this "pale blue dot" he was living on. He had thought he knew about the world, but now it seemed to him that he merely had prejudice in place of actual knowledge. He resolved to fix that in the near future.

The tour of the humungous mall quickly exhausted his mother and sister, so they sat in a cafe. Jamie sipped tea and his mother smoked a hookah. Suzie was munching on some kind of aromatic confectionary they had bought in the market. Jamie's mom hung her head back, let out a long trail of smoke and said, "We're going to Tuscany."

"What," Jamie said.

"I've always wanted to go to Tuscany," she said. "You're taking us there."

Jamie watched his mother take another long drag on the hookah and nodded. "Tuscany it is, then," he said. "Are you going to live there, or is this just a tourist visit?"

His mother shrugged. "Haven't decided yet."

Jamie nodded again and began to hatch a plan to get there. He decided against flying there so that only left taking a ship to Italy. Jamie didn't feel comfortable taking a ship from the same port that they had disembarked in so he decided they'd drive along the coast for a bit until they came to another port where they could find passage to Italy. The three of them retired to their hotel and enjoyed the simple comfort of sleeping on dry land after all that time at sea.

They drove east, along the coast of the Mediterranean, until they came across another port city. It was a very picturesque city called Tétouan and it was surrounded by high mountains with perilous looking roads. The city had a very small port that did not see much traffic and that, combined with the difficult approach by land, made it a very unlikely choice of outgoing port. Which was the exact reason why Jamie took them there. It took Jamie two days to find a ship that was willing to take on three passengers and two cars. It was even sailing to Livorno, on the coast of Tuscany. Jamie smiled at his good fortune and booked passage on it.

Once they disembarked in Livorno, Jamie's mother completely transformed. Gone was the moping woman whose previous life had ended ignominiously. Everything she saw brought a smile to her face. The old buildings awed her, the museum exhibits fascinated her, the fields and forests made her giddy with their beauty. Pretty soon, her enthusiasm infected Suzie and the two of them would run around and gape at everything from Sunup to Sundown, prompting Jamie to trot along and pay for their shopping. While the girls shopped and explored, Jamie walked behind them, deep in thought.

He didn't mind paying for their shopping, as they raided their way through every haute couture shop in the region, but he was taking the time to brood. Questions that he had been avoiding for weeks had taken the opportunity to rear their heads up and demand Jamie's attention. Questions like what was he going to do after he found a nice, safe place for the two of them to live? Where was he going to go and what was he going to do with his life? He had no idea and that lack of any kind of direction in life left him down in the dumps. 

He had been a regular high school student that was eager to go off to college and there make some, hopefully informed, decisions about the direction of his life. Then he had gotten mixed up with magic. The experiences he had gathered during his year of magic did nothing to improve his mood. He had lost so much power and so many abilities that being a Jedi seemed like a very weak consolation prize. And he had done so much.

He had hunted down vampires and criminals and saved so many lives, not just the ones that those bad guys would have doubtlessly ended, but also the hostages he had released from every Syndicate base he had taken out. As misguided as it was, taking down the Syndicate was a huge accomplishment. He was never going to do anything that big in his whole life. He knew that.

On the other hand, Jamie reminded himself that he had killed The Suit. That was another mind-blowing accomplishment. "Too bad it was the dumbest thing I had ever done," Jamie thought. Murdering Harris had changed pretty much nothing, as far as Jamie could tell, except to turn him into a fugitive from justice. Jamie's lips tightened and his head shook a little as he silently berated himself for that stupidity. He had The Suit at his mercy and could have had the man dismissed in shame and ensured his family's safety, if only he had thought of coaxing a confession out of the man and presenting it to the President, or the magical community at large. Instead, he had gone for the fatal solution. Jamie sighed. He hoped that was the dumbest thing he'd ever do, but a small voice in the back of his mind jeered him that he'd top it some day.




A-Cup Angst Ch. 12



His depression was worsened by the fact that he sorely missed getting laid whenever he felt like it and in every way he could dream of. As wrong as having a harem of sex slaves had been, Jamie couldn't help but miss it, now that it was gone. His hand seemed woefully inadequate after all that pliant pussy had been his 24/7. Now the girls and twins were at large and at least one of them was hell-bent on revenge.

"Still," Jamie thought to himself as he stuffed more shopping bags into the back of the X5, "at least no one knows about my fall from grace." Jamie strongly suspected that he'd lose his cool if he were surrounded by people who knew just how much he had lost. If he had people in his life, right now, who would pity him for all that he had lost, he'd go berserk. As things stood now, his mom and sister had no clue, and the people he met were also completely clueless. 

He found his new anonymity to be his only source of hope. He could be anything and anyone, free from the burden of his past. He just had to figure out a single thing he'd like to be. A single goal to work towards. "As if it was that easy," he muttered into his chin.

Jamie crossed the small town square and entered the trattoria where his sister and mother were excitedly discussing their last few days spent in Pisa. The town they were in right now was a small, charming, walled one just northwest of Pisa. Technically, it was considered a city by the Italians, since it had walls encompassing it, but Jamie couldn't quite bring himself to call it that, since it was the size of a small town. Every house that made up the town looked to be older than the entire history of the United States, but still serviceable. Unlike all the other small towns they had seen in Tuscany so far, this one actually had some young people living in it.

Jamie joined his family at their end of the long table and sat down. His mother and sister were reviewing the photos they had taken in Pisa. "Oh, look, Jamie," Suzie said and turned the camera towards him, "you were so right! This one's much better than you holding it up!"

Jamie leaned forward and looked at the camera's screen. On it was a photo of him looking down at the phone in his hand and casually leaning. The leaning tower of Pisa was in the background and it looked like Jamie was a giant making the whole tower lean. "Yeah," he said, "it's really good." Suzie had begged him to pose for a photo where he pretends to be holding the tower up, like everyone else was doing. She had managed to annoy him to the point where he actually got up and struck a pose, though a different one than she had intended.

The warded jewelry they were all wearing, protected them from scrying and made their faces look a little different on photographs and video surveillance, making it impossible for them to be tracked with facial recognition software or even the good, old Mark One Eyeball. The wards on the jewelry also allowed for the person wearing them to see through their effects, so Jamie, Suzie and their mother could see their faces on photos. However, other people would not see them as such. They'd see very similar, but ultimately different faces. Jamie rubbed his temples. Once his mother decided on a place to make her new home in, he was going to have to address the problem of getting them to not be photographed by people that know them. If a friend took their photo, they'd see their face was different on it, sooner or later, and that would spell trouble. A blurry picture or three-quarter profile would not arouse suspicion, but a full on portrait would get them busted. Jamie sighed. He was getting a headache just thinking about it.

Suzie laughed and said, "It's a great photo!" Jamie offered a polite smile of agreement. The smile left his face as he felt attention on himself. Jamie tensed up and explored this new and intense attention paid to him. The sound of a tray clattering to the ground and shattering glass broke through his concentration. He reflexively turned to the sound and found the source of the attention.

A skinny, swarthy, young girl had dropped a tray of drinks. She was staring right at Jamie with an expression of ecstatic joy on her round, cute-as-a-button face. She wore a white shirt, black skirt and beige apron with the emblem of the trattoria. Jamie couldn't help but notice her shirt was quite filled out for such a slender girl. She suddenly began shrieking in Italian and dashed into Jamie's arms. Jamie had sensed her rushing towards him before she did it, but he had been utterly confused by the sheer joy that was both evident on her face and perceived by his Jedi senses. The girl hugged him, yelling gladly in Italian the whole time. The only word Jamie could make out was, "Mamma". 

Jamie had done some crazy shit with magic, even by crazy magical standards, but he was fairly certain that he wasn't the girl's mother.

His own mother and sister looked at the sudden hug in worry. They cast questioning looks at him. Jamie shrugged, as best he could while grappled by the cute waitress, and returned as confused a look as they were giving him. He felt decidedly uncomfortable in this new position as all eyes in the trattoria were upon him. The establishment itself was small and cozy, taking up the ground floor of the house and most of the patrons were seated at the four long tables with benches instead of chairs. Even if he wanted to, he could not avoid getting their attention, the place was so small. He noted that even some people out in the square had heard the commotion through the open doors and were stopping to look.

"Um, miss," Jamie said, trying to get the waitress to stop. Her yelling had devolved into blubbering and the other people in the trattoria were beginning to speak in Jamie's direction. Their words rang like good-natured advice, but Jamie didn't know what they were saying and he had no intention of sticking around long enough to find out. He shot Suzie and his mom a look and nodded towards the door. The two had just begun to rise when the doors to the kitchen opened and all eyes in the trattoria turned that way. A beautiful woman, wearing a chef's hat and looking like she was the older sister of the one holding on to Jamie for dear life, came out and directed a question towards the mess on the floor, just in front of the kitchen doors. Then the woman looked up at Jamie and the waitress and Jamie sensed her wrath boil over. Whoever the cook was, she was very protective of the girl that had managed to squirm her way onto Jamie's lap.

She rushed over to them and all but screamed a question. The waitress looked up at the cook and addressed her as "Mamma," making Jamie blink in disbelief. "Did the cook give birth when she was in kindergarten," he asked himself. The waitress then spewed forth a million words of Italian in just a few seconds and the cook's face dropped in an expression of stunned joy. She screamed and jumped in joy and Jamie's eyes strayed to her ample bosom as it bounced, for just a second, before he looked back to her glad and pretty face.

The chef then bent over to hug Jamie from behind. "Ah, yes," Jamie thought to himself as the two italian girls sandwiched him in a public place, "this is exactly what I need now that I'm trying to lie low." The chef seized his jaw in both of her surprisingly strong hands and twisted his head around, nearly snapping his neck. Jamie grunted in discomfort as the woman began to plant wet, sloppy kisses on each of his cheeks.

Finally, Jamie had enough. He growled and got up out of his chair. The waitress had managed to get off his lap without falling to the floor and then she let go of him to step back. Jamie rounded on the chef and took her hands off his jaw, stopping her kisses. He shoved the hands away and said, "Get off me, lady! What's the matter with the two of you?"

The two women smiled beaming smiles at Jamie and made gestures that implored for Jamie's patience, talking at him in Italian so fast that Jamie sincerely doubted anyone could understand them. The other patrons and staff in the trattoria seemed to be able to pick up on what was being said. Jamie had been ready to bolt, but seeing the other patrons turn back to their meals and the rest of the staff move to clean up the broken glass, gave him pause. Perhaps it would be best if he stuck around for a few more minutes, to let this loud and public situation cool off, before leaving.

The waitress responded to his hesitation to leave by skipping excitedly in place. Jamie's eyes again strayed to a bouncing set of tits before he caught himself and forced his eyes up. He noted the waitress was tearing up in joy and it baffled him. The chef took to yelling for an Andrea, if Jamie understood her correctly. He shot a look to his mother and sister and they shrugged in response. The chef waved them to sit back down and then turned around to scream for Andrea again.

A muscular, bald guy walked over, wiping his hands on a dirty dish towel. The chef berated him for a minute, while the waitress put her tiny hands on Jamie's shoulders and tried to coax him to sit back down with a truly disarming smile. Jamie glanced at the other customers before reluctantly lowering himself back in his seat. Behind the waitress, the chef took the dish rag from the bald guy and gestured at Jamie. Jamie huffed. The last few minutes of his life on the lamb had turned into one of those european comedies that were so unfunny it was uncomfortable to watch them.

The bald guy shot back some arguments to the chef, while she was still yelling at him and the waitress leaned down to whisper in Jamie's face. Despite the fact that Jamie spoke Spanish and knew some basic French, and Italian was supposed to be a similar language to those, the way these three were machine-gunning their way through the language he doubted he could ever get even an inkling of a clue as to what they were saying. Jamie held up his hands, palms out, at the waitress and said, "Look, miss, we just came in to have a nice, quiet meal and if it's ok with you, we'll be going now. Ok?"

The waitress kept smiling at him as she gestured for him to wait some more and turned around to the chef and bald guy. She smacked the bald guy upside the head and addressed him as Andrea and then barked an order at him and stamped her foot. Jamie didn't like that she was pointing at him while she had barked the order. The guy called Andrea lifted his hands in surrender and squeezed past the girls to say, "Welcome to trattoria Rossi! Everything you want is on the ows."

Jamie guessed they meant to treat him to a free meal. He squinted his eyes at the staff and wondered why. They were only making him more confused and less comfortable.

The chef smacked Andrea on the shoulder and pointed at Jamie while spewing a million words at the man. Andrea rolled his eyes and said, "Laura and Alessandra owe you debt they can never pay and you are their dearest friend in whole of the world."

Jamie had had enough of the farce and he stood up and put on a polite grin as he said, "Andrea, please tell these ladies that I appreciate their sentiment, but we'll be going now." Jamie gestured at his mother and sister and they stood up. Jamie bowed to the women as Andrea relayed his words to them. "Thank you. Gruhtzea meal-eh," Jamie said, attempting to thank them in Italian.

The girls looked shocked and saddened at what Andrea translated. The waitress grabbed Jamie's hand and began to spew millions of words at him in a pleading tone of voice. She looked to be on the verge of tears and Jamie was at a loss as to what to do. His mother jumped into the fray and addressed Andrea as she said, "Look, Andrea, we don't mean to insult the hosts, we just don't understand what's going on. Can you explain things to us?"

Andrea gestured patience, even as the chef talked his ear off. Then each girl grabbed one of Jamie's wrists and started to pull him towards the bar, smiling warmly and invitingly at him. Jamie's patience had just about run out and he was ready to wrest himself free, when Andrea said, "All will be explained now. Free drink for you at the bar!"

Jamie took another look at the patrons of the trattoria and saw that they were smiling at him and feeling envious. He couldn't sense any malice coming from the girls so he allowed for the two of them to drag him over and sit him on one of the stools. The waitress sat on the stool next to him and thoroughly invaded his personal space as she hugged his arm and molded her body to his. Jamie had to concentrate on not getting an erection as he felt just how sheer her shirt was and just how hot her skin was under it.

The chef took Andrea aside, behind the bar, where the other entrance to the kitchen was. The were out of sight of the rest of the patrons but, from Jamie's seat, he could spy them in the mirror on the wall behind the bar. The chef took Andrea's chin in her hand and spoke to him in a deliberate tone of voice. Alarm bells went off in Jamie's head. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something about the situation was seriously damaging his cool. When Andrea mechanically talked back at the chef, Jamie recognized the source of his alarm. The brief, hidden interaction between the chef and Andrea was a dead ringer for all the times he had witnessed Rose use charm magic on the mundanes.

Jamie gulped. The chef was a witch. He had walked right into a spellcaster's place of business and that could only mean trouble. He tried to catch his mother's eye in the large mirror behind the bar to warn her to run, but she was talking to Suzie at the moment. Jamie took a look around himself and assessed the things in his reach for their potential use as weapons when the chef and Andrea walked back over.

The chef smiled and spoke. Andrea translated, saying, "Welcome, Bludgeoner, to our humble trattoria, we owe you a great debt."

Jamie felt such a big relief that he nearly smiled. They had mistaken him for someone else. Someone called Bludgeoner who was probably a magician. Then Jamie froze in his seat. His heart raced when he rememebered the french vampire had addressed him by that same nickname. That settled the matter. Their stay in Tuscany was over and all that was left to do was to talk their way out of this joint and then get in the cars and never take their feet of the accelerator. "Look," Jamie said, "I'm not who you think I am. I am not this Bludgeoner you're talking about. You've got me confused with someone else."

Andrea translated his words and then the waitress whispered into Jamie's ear. Andrea said, "Yes, you are. You are the one that saved me. You killed Syndicate thugs and set me free. You gave me hug and wrapped me in blanket and then arranged cars to take me and other hostages to our nation's consulates. You sent me home to Mamma."

Jamie fought back a wave of panic. These women obviously knew who he really was. He took another look at the waitress and wondered why he couldn't sense her trying to hide the fact that she was keeping him here until the authorities came for him. There must be a bounty on his head by now. As he looked at her round face, her cute, little lips curled into a disarming smile and the warm, brown eyes above her thin, straight nose, he suddenly remembered where and when he had seen her before. His jaw dropped loose as he said, "Moscow!"

"Yes," yelled the waitress and hugged him tighter, obviously glad that he remembered her.

Her tight hug and glad laugh did little to dispel Jamie's worries. These two women might be truly grateful to him and have no wish to ever see him come to any harm, but they had been yelling their delight at seeing him at the tops of their lungs, just seconds ago. That was not conducive to laying low. He needed to get the hell away from them. He looked the chef in the eye and said, "We need to speak alone, discreetly."

Andrea translated his words and the chef replied. Andrea said to Jamie, "Everything you say is private. I will make Andrea forget anything that we say about magic or the Syndicate."

"Listen," Jamie started to say.

He was interrupted by his mother's hand on his back as she said to the italian women, "Is everything all right here?"

While Andrea was translating her question, Jamie hissed in her ear, "They know who I really am. We need to leave, quickly and quietly."

His mother gave Jamie a disapproving look and said, "Honestly, Jamie," in a long suffering tone of voice.

Andrea said, "Who are these two women? Are they with you?"

Jamie paused for a second. He didn't want to give away the identities of his mother and sister, yet he floundered as he couldn't come up with a convincing lie on the spot. His mother held out her hand and said, "I am his mother, Lori, and this is his sister, Suzie. We are the Bensons." Jamie gaped at his mother in disbelief. She had just identified them to a witch. She had the presence of mind to use their new family alias, but that didn't make it any less boneheaded in Jamie's view.

The chef and waitress smiled beaming smiles and hugged and kissed both women on the cheeks while Andrea said, "Any family of the Bludgeoner is our family, too. You are most welcome to our little restaurant. If there is anything we can do for you, please, just say so."

Jamie's mother gave him a quick, questioning look at the appellation "Bludgeoner" and then smiled right back at the ecstatic, italian girls. "Thank you," she said. "Thank you so much. It's very nice of you to say so."

Jamie recognized the look in his mother's eye. He had seen it happen a few times before that he could remember. Lori would simply decide she liked a woman and then did her level best to make that woman her friend. If Jamie remembered it correctly, the last time he saw such a look on her face, she had made friends with the woman from work that had wound up fucking her husband and then spilling the beans to her about it. 

Jamie's lips tightened in displeasure. His mother had obviously decided she liked these two women that had all but sexually assaulted him in public. "That's just what I need," he thought to himself, "my mom to become BFFs with the two women who know exactly who I am." He panicked anew as he realized his mother might learn of magic at any moment. He shot the chef a pleading, desperate look and put his finger over his lips. He shook his head at her.

The chef winked at him and then began to have a conversation with his mother. Jamie tried to get included and break things up, but Andrea was only translating between the two matriarchs and Jamie was left to listen in increasing horror as the conversation progressed. His mother expressed a desire to explore the picturesque little city to which the chef offered to be her personal tour guide. Then the chef offered for Jamie's family to stay upstairs in the spare bedrooms and his mother accepted.

The waitress, that had been listening with increasing delight, let off a squeal of absolute joy now that the matter was settled. She hugged a panicky Jamie even tighter. Suzie grinned. The two matriarchs worked out the details and Andrea was sent to retrieve their luggage from the cars and carry it upstairs. Jamie squeezed out of the waitress' grip, jumped in Andrea's way and said, a bit too loudly, "No! Stay away from my cars!"

All the attention that the other patrons had been paying to their little group came back in spades at his little outburst. Andrea raised his hands, palms out, and backed away. Jamie winced and shot his mother a look that questioned her sanity. She didn't know exactly how many guns and how much ammo Jamie kept in the trunks, but she had known there were guns and ammo there. She shot back a disapproving look of her own. Jamie rolled his eyes and grabbed her by the elbow and began to drag her out of the trattoria. He was past caring about making a scene any more.




A-Cup Angst Ch. 12



"Are you fucking nuts," he hissed in his mother's ear. "We are not staying here, with those nutjobs!"

He quickly dragged her across the square and into the side street he had parked in. There, he let go of her arm and she wheeled on him and landed a loud slap on his cheek. "Don't you ever get handsy with me again, young man," she said. Jamie glared at his mother but made no move or sound. "Now," she said, in a more agreeable tone of voice, "you said I could go live anywhere in the world, so long as it wasn't America or France. This is neither, so we're going to stay here for a few days."

"Have you lost your damn mind," Jamie said. "Do you have any idea? One word! One Facebook post, one Twitter blast about me staying here and we're going to be snatched up in the dead of night to be tortured to death! All three of us!"

"Don't be absurd, Jamie," she said, "these women think the world of you. They'd never do anything to hurt you, or us."

"Not intentionally," he said. "They'd get snatched up too. You're putting us all in danger if we stay here. Every minute we spend in this town is a minute closer to being tortured to death!" His mother just rolled her eyes. Jamie's fists tightened as images from the ship suddenly welled up in his mind. Images of his mother in a dog cage, mutilated and broken by the constant torture and rape. He had drained the people that had done that to her of their life force to undo the damage to her body and mind. He didn't have that option any more. If she got tortured again, she'd stay broken until the day she died. Jamie bottled up the horrible memories and set them aside again. There was no fucking way he'd ever risk that happening again. 

He opened his mouth to say something but his mother said, "How does the girl know you?"

"What?!"

"How did you and the waitress meet," she asked. "She clearly recognized you from somewhere. And what's this debt they are saying they owe you?"

Jamie's hands rose in a gesture of disbelief and he sputtered, "That's completely beside the fucking point!"

"I don't think so," she said. "I think you've hauled Suzie and me half way across the world and you've not even bothered to tell me the truth about why you did it. We're staying with these women. For a few days, at least. Now get the bags out of the cars and take them upstairs."

"Mom!"

"I'm done with half-truths and lies," she said, dismissively, and walked past him to go back into the trattoria.

The experiences from the ship surfaced again in Jamie's mind. His heart raced. His breath became short and his nails dug painfully into his palms. He was consumed by panic as the sights from the ship consumed his sanity. He let out a strangled roar and spun. He kicked the X5's rear right door so hard he made a big dent in it. The adrenaline rush began to let off and he leaned into the door, both to feel the cool metal against his clammy skin and to hide the size of the dent until the enchantments on the car repaired it. The metal was scorching hot to the touch. Jamie winced and endured it. His limbs shook like he had ran a marathon. He deliberately heaved big, deep breaths to cool down. He felt the metal of the doors righting itself and wondered what the hell had possessed him to kick the door in public like that in the first place.

It couldn't be the homicidal madness, he didn't have magic anymore. He began to suspect that someone had charmed him into acting nutty, but his logical mind quashed that line of thinking. He stood leaning against the car for a few more minutes and was only jolted from his reverie by a soft touch on his shoulder. 

The waitress was standing next to him and looking very concerned. She offered him a tentative smile and said, in a thick italian accent, "Is something wrong?"

Jamie flashed her a tight, insincere grin and shook his head no. "Everything's all right." She kept looking at him in concern and he smiled at her until she walked back inside the trattoria, shooting him concerned looks the whole time. A few of the patrons exited the establishment and cast dark, disapproving looks at him while they made their way across the square, carrying boxes of takeout from the trattoria. Jamie gave them a small wave as he felt his adrenaline settle down. He turned back to the trattoria and looked up at the two stories above it where his mother intended to stay. He needed to keep a tight muzzle on his emotions for the rest of the day. He had drawn far too much attention to himself already. Exhausted by his brief, emotional outburst, Jamie opened the door and began to retrieve the luggage from the car.

He hauled a load into the trattoria and nodded at his mother, saying "Where?"

"Follow Alessandra," Lori said, indicating the cute waitress. "She'll show you to our rooms."

Alessandra smiled another radiant smile at Jamie as she saw that they were definitely staying with them. She kept waving for him to follow her and led him up the stairs, constantly casting looks back at him. Jamie didn't know if she was checking to see if he had changed his mind, or if she was making sure he wasn't trying to look up her skirt on the steep stairs. "Maybe she's trying to get me to look," he thought to himself. The girl had wide hips and Jamie wasn't sure how much of their swaying was natural and how much, if any of it, was exaggerated for his benefit.. He did his best to keep his eyes on the steep staircase, instead of on her tight, round ass.

She led him to a pair of small rooms at the end of a corridor and he set down the bags in one of them. He decided that he was going to have one of the rooms and his mother and sister would share the other one. He went downstairs to retrieve more luggage, ignoring the girl that was saying something. He had better things to think of. His temper tantrum was one of them.

By the time he had hauled a second load of luggage up the steep stairs, his head had cleared enough to allow for rational thought again. For some reason, he thought back to the Psychology course he had taken in college. Jamie froze at the door of the room he had decided to leave for his mom and Suzie. He realized he had been experiencing symptoms akin to post-traumatic stress disorder. He set the bags down and reviewed his recent history in that new light. It all fit neatly with what he had learned about PTSD. The experiences from the ship were definitely enough to traumatize anyone. And he had forced himself to watch both the torture tapes Syndicate had sent him on top of that.

"Fuck," Jamie groaned and buried his face in his hands as he slowly sank down on the bed. "Now I'm a mundane nutjob, too. Will the fun never end?" The realization that he was damaged in a well-studied and entirely mundane manner soon made Jamie's mood lighten. There were treatments and methods to deal with PTSD. Now that he knew what was wrong with him, he didn't even need a mental health professional. All he'd need was some good books on the subject, some discipline and time and he'd mitigate and manage the problem on his own. He grinned and went downstairs to get his own luggage before he locked up the cars.

As soon as he walked into the trattoria with his own duffel bag, suitcase and laptop bag, he sensed the chef become alarmed. She looked right at him. Jamie raised an eyebrow at her and proceeded to walk to the stairs. By the time he had climbed them, he heard footsteps following him. The chef and Andrea followed him up. She approached Jamie in the hallway, all sugar and spice, but Jamie could sense the concern she was hiding. He drew a deep breath and started to apologize for his temper tantrum outside.

The chef began talking at the same time and Andrea translated her words into English. Jamie shut up and listened as the chef once again said Jamie was welcome in her house and that she owed him her daughter's life and her own sanity. Jamie took the time to look closely at her face. She possessed classically beautiful features and exquisite bone structure. On closer inspection, her skin did reveal some signs of age, but Jamie still found himself doubting she was actually old enough to be Alessandra's mother. Mothers were supposed to be wrinkly.

After a few more minutes of the chef thanking Jamie and promising to be in his debt forever, she said that Jamie had every right to bring an active spirit spell across her threshold, but that she would be more comfortable with a spell of such caliber and dark undertones having been left outside.

"What," Jamie said.

The chef apologized for disturbing Jamie and insisted that everything was alright. He could sense her deep misgivings as she started to retreat down the stairs. He remained standing in place as he knew she'd stop and climb back up, even before she did it. Andrea then translated her words as she said, "Look, I am in your debt, forever, but I can't allow for any risks to be brought into my home. My daughter's home. You returned her to me and made my heart whole, and set me free from Syndicate, but I can't have anything in this home that might risk her safety ever again."

A pause ensued and Jamie prompted her to continue by raising his eyebrows. "I cast magical wards on the threshold of my home every day," Andrea said, translating the chef's words. "They warn me of dangerous magic that comes into my home. You have brought in something that has blood magic and a deep connection to unquiet spirits in the great beyond."

"What," was Jamie's only response.

"I don't know exact nature of magical object you have brought into my home, but I would ask you, with respect, to either allow me to examine it, or to take it back out."

Jamie stared at the chef uncomprehending. He thought that Andrea must have mistranslated most of what she had said because what Jamie had just heard made no sense to him. Then Jamie remembered the battle he had with Syndicate enforcers back in the States. He had ripped the scalp off a black man who had dreadlocks with dozens of bone fetishes and leather thongs woven into them. The entire shaggy thing was in Jamie's duffel bag.

He set the bag down on the floor, opened it and retrieved a box made of dark wood. He unlocked the box and retrieved the Ziploc bag that contained the scalp, which Jamie had dried and cleaned while he was on his worldwide rampage. Jamie knew the black man had used those things to cast some pretty heavy spells, but he had never taken the time to examine them closely. Now, he no longer could. He held it up to the chef for inspection and she took it. Her face showed an expression of awe as she opened the bag and began fingering the many fetishes woven into the dreadlocks. 

She muttered something under her breath and went up the stairs to the attic, mesmerized by the many fetishes in her hand. "Where is she going with those," Jamie asked Andrea. The bald sous-chef shrugged in response. He shot a look after his boss that was climbing the stairs and then looked Jamie up and down before going downstairs, presumably to get back to work. Jamie tossed his bags in his room and came back to the landing of the stairs. He stood there for a few minutes, uncertain of what to do. Finally, he sensed the presence of the chef's mind upstairs and felt some joy and exhilaration coming off of it.

Jamie climbed the stairs and found the chef in one of the attic rooms. The low ceiling forced him to hunch over as he entered the room. The chef was sitting at a massive, dark red table that had geometric patterns inlaid on its surface. She smiled at Jamie and held up one of the dreadlocks, brandishing its bone fetish. She spoke at Jamie and gestured for him to sit on a small chest beside the table. He slowly lowered himself onto it and looked at her questioningly.

She continued her explanation but soon saw he didn't understand her at all. She then gestured repeatedly at the two of them and repeated a phrase over and over. Jamie listened to her and thought he could hear her saying "lingua" over and over. He guessed it meant tongue, or language. Another word she kept repeating he guessed might mean to interpret, or translate.

Jamie guessed she was trying to tell him the fetish in her hand enabled translation, somehow. It made sense to him that a Syndicate operative would have such a fetish, as the Syndicate had been an international criminal organization. He pointed at his ear and mouth, saying, "This is going to allow us to understand each other?" She smiled and nodded her head at him. "Well, finally."

Jamie gestured for her to proceed and she gestured for him to stare at the bone fetish in her hand. Jamie gazed at the thing. He examined the way the hair was knotted around the bone. Slowly, his conscious mind drifted away, like he was falling asleep. Jamie startled alert and stood up in alarm. Only his Jedi senses stopped him from smashing the top of his head on the roof beams. The chef had used some kind of magic on him. "What did you do," he shouted.

"Can you understand me now," she asked in Italian.

"Yes, I can," Jamie said, also in Italian. "But that's beside the point! What did..." Jamie's voice trailed off as he realized he could understand and speak fluent Italian. He looked at the chef in slack jawed wonder.

She leaned back in the rickety chair she was sitting on, sporting a cheshire grin. "This fetish," she said, "allows for one spellcaster to share a specific knowledge or skill of their own with someone else. I just shared my knowledge of Italian with you. It's the least I could do for you."

Jamie felt stupid for having been alarmed a moment ago. "Well, you should have said you were going to do that," he said.

"I did," she said. "You just didn't understand me."

"Well," he said, "I can understand you now. Thank you for that. Is it permanent?" 

She nodded and said, "As far as I can tell, yes, it's permanent."

"Could you teach my family Italian, as well?"

"No," she said. "This fetish only allows for a single use by a mind."

Jamie sat back down on the small chest and leaned towards her. "How so," he asked.

"A caster can only use it once to transfer one particular knowledge from their mind," she said. "Also, the recipient can only receive one knowledge from this fetish. I can not teach anyone anything else with this one, and you can never learn anything else from it, either." She looked up at him in alarm and said, "I apologize if I overstepped my-"

Jamie stopped her with a raised hand and said, "No need to apologize. It's not like I had any plans with it. Are you sure about those... restrictions?"

"Yes," she said. "The fetish allows for voluntary imparting of any knowledge or skill from any one mind to any one other mind. But the offset of this great power is that neither of those two minds can ever be touched by the fetish again. Another caster can use it without a problem on someone else, but I can not use it ever again."

"How can you know that?"

The chef tapped the large table she was sitting at. "This table was made by my family. Please don't ask me for the secret of how the table was made and imbued with its power!" Jamie held his hands up in a gesture of acquiescence. He had seen many items that had been permanently imbued with magical power, back in the Johansson's vault. He knew how those things were usually accomplished. He couldn't blame the chef if she didn't want to talk about the human sacrifices her ancestors did. "The table allows for all gifted members of my family to gain knowledge about any object that is placed on its surface. It is our great heirloom." She looked down at it with a cold expression. Jamie sensed her mood was turning bitter. "It was also the reason the Syndicate had taken Alessandra from me. They forced me to use its power for their ends, always threatening to..." She trailed off and put a hand over her brow to hide her tears.

Jamie laid a compassionate hand on her shoulder. "Hey," he whispered, "that's over now. They're gone."

She sniffed back her tears and blinked them away. "Yes," she said. "They are gone. You rid the world of them and gave me back my daughter before they could have interfered with her." She smiled and put a hand on his. "I am so grateful for that."

Jamie gulped nervously as he felt something odd stirring in her mind. "Um," he said, "what about these other fetishes?"

"Well, I don't know just yet," she said. "I've determined that they are not an actual danger to anyone, by themselves, and that they are not currently executing or holding any kind of invested spell. The next thing I looked for in the fetishes was knowledge and the table showed me visions of this bone fetish and how it's to be used."

"Your daughter doesn't have any magic, does she?"

"No. Why?"

"I was just wondering if we could teach my family Italian, as well," he said. "If I understood you correctly, knowledge of the Italian language can be transferred by this fetish again, it just can't be done by either of us."

"Yes, that is true," she said. "The fetish doesn't recognize or understand the information it is allowing to be copied between minds. It can only recognize minds and is restricted to a single use per mind."

"So, if we had two more casters to use this fetish," he said, "we could teach my sister and mother Italian?"

The chef smiled at him. "If the casters in question knew Italian, then yes," she said, "your mother and sister would know Italian just as well as those casters."

Jamie gently pulled his hand out of hers and said, "Listen... I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch your name."

"My name is Laura," she said, still smiling. "Laura Rossi."

"Laura," Jamie said. "Listen, Laura! I'm very grateful to you for offering your hospitality to my family."

"Oh, please," she said, "it's an honor. We are like family!"

"Thank you," Jamie said. "I hate to do this, but I must warn you. You can never say who I am to anyone. Not you, or your daughter. I have made quite a lot of enemies. Some of them are in high places enforcement. If anyone was to ever hear of me staying in your home, then they'd come after you and Alessandra and torture you until you told them all you knew."

"I understand," Laura said, nodding. "The world of magic can be very dangerous at times."

"Yes, it can," Jamie said and nodded. "Can I count on you never telling anyone who I really am?"

"Of course!"

"And Alessandra, too?"

"Yes," she said, emphatically, "yes of course!"

"Do you promise?"

"I promise!"

"Swear to me," Jamie said, "on your daughter's safety that you will never tell anyone who I really am!"

Laura took both his hands in hers as she leaned forward and kissed them. "I swear to you," she solemnly said, "on my daughter's head, that neither she nor I will ever reveal your true identity to anyone."

Jamie smiled at Laura. He felt genuine relief to hear her swear it. "Thank you," he said.

"No, no, no," she said, "thank you. Listen, I had better get downstairs and talk to Alessandra before she gets her phone out of her pocket."

Jamie's smile faded. "Yes," he said, "yes, you better hurry."

"The young nowadays with their gadgets," she said. Laura went downstairs and Jamie soon followed. She seemed like a reasonable and level-headed woman. He thought that she was probably trustworthy but decided against telling her that he was no longer a caster. He considered that piece of information a bit too dangerous to let loose.

During the next few days, Jamie and his family stayed with the Rossis that were impeccably generous hosts. Jamie acted as interpreter, for the first few days, until Laura called some friends over and had them share their knowledge of Italian with his mother and sister. Jamie also bid her to have them charm his family into thinking that they had learned Italian years ago, back at home, and that they didn't need an interpreter this whole time they had been in Italy, but had made use of them to test their own Italian. He also had them put charms into their minds that would make them hesitant towards having their pictures taken and make them partially turn in profile when they couldn't stop it.




A-Cup Angst Ch. 12



Jamie explained to Laura and Alessandra that he had taken a solemn oath to never use his magic again as he was aghast at all that he had witnessed during his crusade to end the Syndicate. The Rossi women nodded in understanding and Laura repeatedly offered to cast any magic he'd ever need, all he had to do was ask. Jamie thanked her and asked them to never tell anyone about his oath, either. They promised they wouldn't.

"Why did you call me the Bludgeoner," he asked them.

The Rossi girls looked at each other in surprise and then Alessandra said, "Because you bludgeon evil casters into a pulp. And rescue innocents." She blushed and looked down.

"You have saved many people from the Syndicate, Jamie," Laura said. "Every magician in the world knows that a group of young Americans had ended the Syndicate. All the magical police forces in the world could never have stopped the Syndicate. They had tried and failed, years ago. You did it in one season. And you did it in such a way that you have created a legend for yourself. All the hostages that you had freed," she rubbed her daughter's back, "are carrying your story worldwide. The story of how you found every single one of those bastards, no matter where they hid, and how you tore down all of their defenses and then bludgeoned them to death while they felt every single blow."

"I didn't do all that on my own," Jamie said. "I had accomplices."

"It doesn't matter," Laura said. "You are the one that did the bludgeoning of the most evil and powerful bad guys. Parents are using the story of you to keep their unruly magical children in line. They tell them to behave and not use magic to pull pranks or hurt anyone or the Bludgeoner will find them and beat them into a pulp." Laura smiled a glad smile. "I honestly believe that for as long as the story of the Bludgeoner is making the rounds, there will never be another Syndicate."

Jamie didn't know what to make of all that. Him, a boogieman for little spellcasters? Laura gave him the rundown on some of the many fetishes he had left with her. They had many odd uses and she didn't have the time to focus on figuring them all out, but the ones she did manage to study, so far, allowed for some amazing things to be done, like summoning lesser spirits of intellect, contacting deceased casters in the Great Beyond, or casting intricate illusions. Jamie bid her to keep studying them, even though she expressed her doubts at being able to figure them all out. They were very complicated and neither spirit nor blood magic were her forté.

Jamie's mother occupied herself with exploring the small town they were in. She fell in love with the old houses, the people that lived in them, the rolling hills that surrounded the town. She even liked the wild, marshy forest that was less than a mile north of town and served as the staging ground for the mosquitoes that were determined to annoy every human that strayed out of town.

Within days, she decided that she was staying there. Permanently. Jamie tried to persuade her to stay in a different town, away from the Rossi girls, but she wouldn't hear of it. She had already scouted the local school and gotten informed on the educational opportunities available for Suzie. Laura helped her with everything she needed. She considered Laura her new best friend and thought that Alessandra would be a great positive influence on Suzie. Jamie knew the girl found his baby sister annoying, but gladly endured her to get closer to Jamie. It didn't take Jedi instincts to see that Alessandra had a profound crush on Jamie. It even became a matter of town gossip.

Lori ended her son's attempts at nagging by pointing out that while he had always had few friends and had never been very close with them, that was not how she and Suzie rolled. "I need friends, Jamie," she said, "everyone does. No one is an island. The sooner you accept that, the sooner you'll stop being so miserable and build a life for yourself. Now, quit this nagging and find us a place to stay! I have a job interview on Friday."

Jamie sighed and nodded. With Laura's help, they found an old, stone house ten miles out of town, surrounded by vineyards. It had been a farmhouse and still had the outbuildings around it, but the lands had long ago been bought up by the neighbors and the house itself was sitting empty. Lori turned her nose up at the small home. She loved the large brick and mortar building next to the house. "This could be our home," she said and pointed out to Jamie how the former farm building could be converted into a two story house with a basement. It already had a large cellar that had been used to store food and huge barrels of wine the former owners used to make on the premises. 

Jamie ignored her use of the pronoun "we" and merely nodded as she told herself how the place would look once it had been sanitized, a new ceiling made a second story and so on. She gave it her seal of approval and Jamie bought the place for quite a low price. An architect was hired and she drew up the plans for the new house the farm building was to be converted into. Jamie took the time to get the former farm house ready for them to move in.

The most important modification he made to the small, former farm house, was to make secret compartments in the floor. He hid his enchanted ammo, AKM, Saiga and brace of M1911A1s in there, along with their enchanted holsters. It was such a relief for him to no longer have to worry about someone opening the trunks of the cars. They stayed with the Rossis for a few more days until they got the water turned back on in their new place. Lori had felt that they had imposed on their hosts too much already. Laura and Alessandra kept begging them to stay with them, but Lori moved them out.

On the morning after they had slept in the farm house for the first time, Lori switched on the espresso machine Jamie had bought the other day and asked him how big was the budget for renovations and improvements on the main house. Jamie mulled over her question for a moment. He had millions of dollars but he felt that sharing all of them with his mom would be an unwise move. They had lived a humble life back in the States, not because of humility or frugality, but because they had always been poor. If he gave her carte blanc to make a dream home for herself and Suzie out of the giant, empty farm building, he'd soon find his bank accounts to be blank. He decided to only give her as much money as he had spent buying the place. Lori's eyes nearly popped out of her head at hearing the amount. It was more than she had hoped for. She sat down with Suzie and the two of them spent the days making up plans for their dream home and Jamie shook his head to himself. If he had told her the truth about his money, they'd be making plans for an olympic sized pool, too. There was just about room enough in the yard, too.

The contractors came and went, interviewing for the cushy job and failing to meet with Lori's standards or not showing enough appreciation for her vision. Jamie began the work on the house himself. He used the telekinetic power of his mind to make the frame and the armature for the new floor. He then mixed and poured the concrete. The architect came over and gave her blessing to the adaptation. During the time it took for the concrete to set, Jamie found some more contractors and interior designers for his mother to interview, but she found them all lacking and then declared that the three of them would fix the place up themselves. Jamie grumbled but agreed to it. He strongly suspected the biggest part of the reason his mother turned away all those experienced builders and carpenters was in order to keep him around for as long as she possibly could. 

It seemed like the Rossis were in on the conspiracy to keep Jamie local. Every day one of them would either call or show up in person. Laura would either invite them over for dinner or show up in person to deliver a basket of food for them. She made a point of always asking what Jamie liked. And then cooking it next time. Alessandra would either call to see if Jamie was free to go to the local open air cinema, or some concert, or she would show up in person to flirt with him and ask him to go for a drive with her. Fortunately, the work on the house was enough of an excuse for him to keep her at bay. He needed to keep things simple until he figured out what he wanted to do with his life and getting involved with the daughter of his mother's new best friend was a complication waiting to happen.

The work on the house had begun as a group effort, but soon the school year started and Suzie would bike away to attend class for most of the day. Then she'd come home and do homework, or go out again on her bike to meet with her friends. Then Lori found a job at a wine shop in town and Jamie was left to work on the house alone. This actually sped up the process dramatically as it allowed him to freely use his Jedi abilities. He fixed the roof in one day, replacing all the shingles. He then set about making the brick walls that would split up the new floors into rooms. Despite the pride at creating something with his hands, he was still frustrated by his mother making alterations on the fly, constantly piling more things on his to do list, or making him undo the renovations he had already done and redo them to fit in with her new idea.

Jamie realized his mother may well keep him there to work on her new home until the big budget ran out if they kept up their little charade. He was ambivalent about the whole thing. On the one hand, he had no idea where he would go and what he would do after finishing, so he was no longer eager to leave his only remaining family. On the other hand, staying put and playing handyman was not getting him anywhere. He needed to find a path for himself. He had more than enough money to last him for the rest of his natural life, but he felt like there was more to life than just having money and he needed to find out what that was for him. Wracked with indecision on how to proceed, Jamie decided to make the most of his time. He trained and tested his Jedi abilities and bought books on PTSD whenever he went to Pisa to buy something his mother decided she wanted in her house.

By using his telekinesis, he'd accomplish in an hour the work a construction crew would have taken days to do. The rest of his alone time, he'd use to read up on his PTSD and do some mental exercises and meditations with the goal of managing his condition. The construction work was good training for his Jedi powers.

At first, he could not turn screws to tighten or loosen anything and had to resort to using his hands and a screwdriver. He could also not levitate more than two things at a time. Pretty soon, he realized that as long as he felt like it was his mind that was doing all the work, he was very limited in how much he could accomplish. One morning, as he dwelled on his limitations as a Jedi, he decided to test the bounds of his abilities, just to find out exactly where they were. He tested how long he could hold something up and how heavy an object he could lift with his mind. He tried again and again to levitate other things while he was still levitating the one to determine his endurance. The results were unsatisfactory.

The next day, Jamie tried something different. He sat down on a folded up blanket on the floor and cleared his mind. He envisioned that there was an actual Force in the world. He knew for certain, or at least strongly suspected, that he was the only real Jedi on the planet, but he allowed himself to think that there was an actual Unifying Force and a Living Force as well. He told himself that there was a Force in him, running through him and everything around him. It was at once unifying him and all of his surroundings exactly as they were and showing him the possibilities that everything had in itself. It showed him the possibilities that were within him, too.

In Jamie's mind, he stopped focusing on an object and making it do his bidding and began to envision that the Force was already connecting him and the object and then asking the Force to make the object do his bidding. It was such a small change, but it yielded huge results. As long as Jamie imagined the Force levitating things, he could levitate more than two things at a time. The length of time he could keep something in the air increased to hours. The maximum weight of the object he could make hover went up to half a ton. He found that he could sense things at greater distances than he had previously thought. If he concentrated, he could sense a needle in the next room and a person at two hundred yards. He learned the last bit by watching the road and sensing drivers in the passing cars.

His abilities greatly increased just by a change in how he conceived they worked. He shook his head to himself in disbelief that such a small change in his head could grant him such a profound effect on the world around him.

Jamie used the Force to unscrew the lids off of several buckets of paint and make the paint gently spread itself all over the walls, not getting a single speck of it on any of the furniture of window frames. He then stood up and went to work on the rest of the house. He used the Force to levitate dozens of things at once. Tools, lumber, tiles, even screws, fell into place according to Jamie's will. He was even able to use the Force to turn screws and mix cement and plaster. He finished up with the walls, the plumbing and the wiring and then descended into the basement. He let the Force guide him in installing the Jacuzzi and the sauna. Pipes, pumps, sealants and fixtures lifted off the pile on the floor in the correct order and assembled in their intended position. The knowledge on how to do it just flowed into Jamie's mind, guided by the Force telling him how the parts available could fit.

Delighted at his new abilities, Jamie laughed and cackled as he finished all the work on the house in a matter of hours. It left him exhausted, but he slowly recovered. He checked the clock while he was panting and resting. He had an hour before Suzie came back from school. He was tired and he had a meal to make for his mother and baby sister. "Not much of a baby anymore," he thought to himself. Suzie had had a growth spurt during their summer on the run and was now approaching 5'7". She was as skinny as a pole and Jamie decided he'd join in on their mother's recent campaign to get Suzie to eat more.

Jamie was almost finished preparing a veritable feast for dinner, when Suzie came home. She was puzzled at the lack of building materials sitting in clumps in the yard. The whole yard was cleaned up. She tried the door to the small house and called out for Jamie when she found that it had been locked. He called out to her from the kitchen, located on the eastern side of the ground floor of the former farm building. Suzie walked in with an awed expression on her face. She explored their new pad, constantly yelling questions at him that expressed her inability to believe the house was finished. The dinner was all but ready when she came into the kitchen and said, "I can't wait to try out the Jacuzzi and the sauna!"

"The Jacuzzi is ready, but the sauna isn't," he said. "There are still some things that need to set until tomorrow." 

Suzie grumbled good-naturedly but then sat down and sampled some of the dinner. "This tastes good," she said.

Jamie grinned. "I'd thank you for the compliment, if it wasn't delivered in such a surprised tone," he said. Suzie stuck her tongue out at him and went to the entertainment room.

Jamie was just about done with dinner when he saw the Subaru pulling in. His mother got out of the car and looked around the yard. He saw the sad look on her face and knew then that his suspicions had been correct. His mother didn't want him to leave. Jamie set the dining room table while she explored the place. He could sense her growing unease as she saw that all the work had been done.

They sat down to dinner. His mother showed him as cold a face as she had been showing ever since he had her taken from her home, yet he could sense the anguish she was hiding deep inside. After a few minutes of enjoying their meal in silence, Lori said, "This house isn't done right. I can smell it."

"Mom," Jamie said, "the house is perfectly fine. The paint hasn't had time to dry properly, that's all. In a day or two, this place is going to be ready for you to move in. How are you enjoying your first meal in your new dining room?" Lori ignored his question and began to list some complaints and make a list of the things that didn't work now that she could see them in their finished form. Jamie took her hand and softly said, "Mom, let's spend a few weeks just living in this big house, as is, and see for certain what works and what doesn't."

He sensed his mother's anguish dissipate. She smiled warmly at him. "Alright," she said. "We can call it a test run." They finished their meal before retiring to the small house for the rest of the evening. The following weekend, they moved their things into the big house, which they called the house from then on, and repurposed the small house as their guest house.

For the next two weeks, Jamie used every moment he had to himself to train his Force abilities or work on his PTSD exercises. During the hours his sister or mother were home, he also thought about where to go and what to do. He tried to come to a decision about the future, but he was drawing a blank. Nothing in his life experience could tell him what he needed to do now. Finally, he started asking himself what the old him, from before this whole magic business, would have liked to do right about now. His only real interests had been computers and robotics. He went into town and staked out the meager supply of electronics shops. There were two places in town that sold cellphones and one that sold computers and computer accessories and one that sold electrical equipment. Jamie sighed. None of those places could provide him with a clue of what he had been looking for. 

He decided to go exploring the next day and walked down each and every small street and alley of the town, paying particular attention to the pedestrian-only ones that followed the city walls. In one such street he had come across the shop. The faded sign above the front door simply said A-D Repairs & Restorations. Jamie's attention had been drawn by the strange collection of items in the shop's window. There were all sorts of household appliances from the past fifty years piled up against it. Washing machines made up the lowest row. CRT television sets were on top of those and all sorts of irons, vintage turntables and coffee machines were at eye level. 

It was the telephone in the top left corner of the window that finally peaked Jamie's interest in the place. It was one of those old-timey phones that he remembered seeing in black and white movies, the ones that had a microphone on the base and the receiver was made up of just the speaker that a person had to hold up to their ear. Jamie went inside. The elderly shopkeeper was busy working on a rusty-looking washing machine in the back of the store. Jamie could barely see him for all the appliances that were strewn across the shop in varying stages of disassembly. He noted there were some very pretty-looking vintage chairs strewn about the shop, obviously being restored. The walls were covered in dozens of ornate clocks and there were two grandfather clocks flanking the door to another room in the back of the shop.

"Uh, hello," Jamie called, stepping up to the counter.

"Be right there," the shopkeeper mumbled as he finished removing the gasket from the machine he was working on. He stood up and wiped his hands on his apron repeatedly. "I'm not taking in any more repairs unless I am paid in advance," he complained, in a long suffering voice that made Jamie crack a grin. "In full! You hear me? I'm tired of impatient people just dumping their machines here and then running off and buying new stuff while I'm busy fixing their old stuff."




A-Cup Angst Ch. 12



Jamie laughed and held up his empty hands. "I don't have any appliances with me," he said. "See?"

The shopkeeper stood on the tips of his toes and tried to peer over Jamie's shoulder and the clutter in the window at the street outside. "No scooter parked outside," he asked. "No sidecar mounted washing machine?"

"No," Jamie said, nearly laughing at the man's exasperation with unclaimed appliances. "No scooter, no machine, just me."

The shopkeeper squinted at Jamie and gave him a thorough once over. "Well," he asked, "what do you need fixed, young man?"

Jamie ignored the way the shopkeeper had inflected the word you and pointed to the antique telephone in the window. "Does that telephone work," he asked.

"No, it doesn't," said the shopkeeper. Jamie felt disappointed. "It just sits there and waits to be sold."

"What," Jamie asked. "Wait, wait, wait! Does it work, or doesn't it?"

"It doesn't work here," the shopkeeper said, "it just waits to be sold. Does it look like it's working here? I'm the only one that works here!"

Jamie chuckled politely at the man's idea of a joke. There was something odd about a shopkeeper that treated his potential customers sarcastically. "So, it's a functioning telephone, I take it," Jamie asked.

"Yes," said the shopkeeper. "What else would it be? Does this look like a knick-knack shop where useless odds and ends are sold? Do you see any doilies around?" The shopkeeper gestured around the place. "No, this is a repair shop, where they are expertly fixed!" He lowered his head and mumbled into his chin, "And then never picked up."

"Well," Jamie said, "I would like to test this telephone and maybe buy it. If its owners aren't going to come back to get it, that is," he added.

"Come back and get it," mumbled the shopkeeper as he went over to retrieve the phone. "Not very likely. They're in Japan by now." He brought the phone over to the counter, set it down next to a blender, and plugged it in. "There, you can try it out!"

Jamie asked for the number of the shop and dialed it. The phone rang and he picked up. The shopkeeper watched him with a mildly amused expression on his face as Jamie tested the clarity of the phone line by alternately speaking into his cellphone and the antique phone. "How much for it," Jamie asked after he had hung it up.

"One hundred Euros," the shopkeeper said.

Jamie raised his eyebrows at the low price and handed the money over. The shopkeeper wrote him up a receipt and put the phone into a bag. Jamie thanked him and then asked, "Why don't you try to sell this stuff off, if no one's going to come and claim it?" 

"Sell it," asked the shopkeeper sarcastically. "How? Do you mean that I should get a shop and display it all in its window?"

Jamie smiled at the man's sarcastic humor. "I meant, why don't you put it all on e-bay?"

"Put it all in the bay," the shopkeeper exclaimed. "That's littering! They'd have my pension fund for that! And more! Are you nuts? Tossing it all in the bay! As if I could find the time to drive it all down there and toss it. As if I could find the car." 

"No, I meant," Jamie started to say and then gave up. He waved his hand. "Goodbye!"

Jamie strolled through the town some more and then made his way back to trattoria Rossi. He sat down on the terrace and was quickly reminded why he didn't like to go there, despite being worshipped by the lovely owner and her daughter. The staff immediately noticed him and began to call for Laura, setting all sorts of things before him. Laura then showed up and kissed him on the cheeks and hugged him tight, squashing her ample breasts against him. Jamie didn't like all that loud attention on himself, even though the hug was quite enjoyable. 

He managed to keep his erection from showing, thanking his lucky stars that he had worn thick denim jeans that day. Finally, Laura had let go of him and loudly insisted he sit down, even though she had just pulled him to his feet. She then called for many dishes to be brought to him, without even bothering to consult with him. Jamie flashed her a polite grin, hoping to hide his discomfort. Although he was treated like royalty, or the Pope, whenever he came to the place, all he really wanted was to enjoy a meal inconspicuously.

Laura stood next to him and urged him to try one of the dishes she had brought to him. Jamie sampled it and nodded his approval. It was very good. He noted a waitress come around the corner that led to the stairs and give Laura a slight nod. It was peculiar because he had learned during his stay at the house that, for the staff, just coming near the stairs was grounds for immediate dismissal. There was something brewing. A waiter came out of the kitchen and whispered to Laura about a problem with the calamari, but Laura dismissed him. She stayed near Jamie for a few more minutes, until he dug into the pasta, and then apologized and went off to the kitchen.

Jamie had just managed to relax and enjoy his food when Alessandra came down the stairs. She bounced over to him and planted a big, wet kiss on his cheek. She hugged him from behind, pressing her firm globes against his back. Jamie took a deep breath and let it out slowly. His erection had just gone down before she did that. She sat down next to him and sampled some of his food before she said, "Are you free this Sunday?"

"Um, no," Jamie lied to her, as usual, "I have some work to do around the house."

"What work," Alessandra asked, cocking her head. "I was there the other day and Suzie showed me the whole place. It looks spectacular. And finished." Jamie grimaced internally. He was busted. "So, now that we've established that you have nothing to do this Sunday, you are going to come here and attend my patron saint's name day feast. I won't take no for an answer." She leaned forward and pointed a finger right between his eyes. "And no excuses! If you don't come, I shall be very, very angry with you. The feast starts at two o'clock."

Alessandra stood up and left for the stairs without even glancing back. Jamie shrugged and had some more pasta. At least he knew the food at the feast would be good.

After his dinner, Laura broke her usual custom of refusing payment by citing a price. He was to attend her daughter's eighteenth name day feast that Sunday. Jamie politely agreed and again thanked his host for a delicious meal. Laura hugged him tightly for half a minute, inspiring yet another boner in his jeans. On his way home, Jamie made a mental note to always wear thick jeans when going to casa Rossi. The surprisingly crisp autumn weather allowed for it.

The next day, Jamie tried to think up of a gift for Alessandra. He did start to feel a bit bad for having been so distant to the Rossi girls. They had been perfectly polite and very helpful to him and his family. Laura helped Lori find the house and a job, Alessandra showed Suzie how to get along with her new peers at school and they had done a great job of smoothly pitching in with whatever hiccup had appeared on the horizon for the family formerly known as Jacobs. Jamie was starting to feel like an ass for having always been so tight-lipped around them. He decided to start amending for his behavior by giving the girl a great birthday gift, but couldn't quite come up with one. For all the jabbering she had done in his ear this past month, Jamie had hardly retained any information about her likes and dislikes. He finally settled on buying her a new laptop computer. The one she now had kept overheating and switching off for a few minutes, at random, making her grumble in frustration at lost data.

Jamie went to the computer store and found a depressingly similar bunch of laptops on offer. A drive around the neighboring towns didn't reveal anything much better. Finally, Jamie decided to make a laptop for her. One that wouldn't overheat every hour or so. He drove home with a grin on his lips. It was a simple and silly thing to do; making a laptop computer, but it thoroughly occupied his mind and gave him an excuse to shelve all thoughts of the future, at least for the time being.

He spent the evening at home, making up the new design. He decided to add a heat sink made of aluminium and have fans blow air over it to stop the overheating. That left him pondering how to direct the hot exhaust until he came up with the final design in one fell swoop. He decided to make Alessandra a briefcase computer. It would be made of an impact-resilient composite material and then covered with leather to make it look like a fashionable briefcase. The heat exhausts would be diverted behind the screen and come out of the top, disguised as locks that popped open whenever the case was opened.

The more Jamie thought of the new design, the more he got lost in it. He decided to go all out with it and swap the standard keyboard with one from a typewriter. After that, he went whole hog and turned the whole briefcase computer into a steampunk work of art. By the time he finished with the design and compiled a big pile of schematics, it was already past midnight. He went to sleep tired, but still thinking of reducing the weight of his creation.

The next day, Jamie got up early and drove Suzie to school, as the weather was no longer suitable for her bicycle. After he had dropped her off, he did a tour of all the electronics' and hobby shops in the area, even going as far as Pisa to get what he needed. He was still missing the new keyboard and some other things, but he was beginning to feel confident that he could make a computer for Alessandra by Sunday.

His last planned stop was the A-D Repairs & Restorations shop he had bought his mother's new landline phone in. Jamie remembered seeing a disassembled typewriter on the counter when he had been there. He walked in and called, "Hello!" The typewriter was nowhere to be found.

"Oh, it's you," said the shopkeeper, obviously disappointed to see Jamie.

"Yes," Jamie said. "How glad you must be. I am looking for a typewriter."

"A typewriter," the shopkeeper inquired in surprise. "I thought you young people only wanted your fancy word processors from Japan, nowadays?"

Jamie was surprised to hear the shopkeeper say "word processor", instead of just a derogatory "computers", as it implied the man knew the first thing about electronics, which most members of his generation did not. "I remember seeing a typewriter on your counter the other day," he said.

"Yes," the shopkeeper replied, "what of it?"

"I'd like to buy it," Jamie said.

"It's not finished."

"That's ok," Jamie said, smiling, "I don't need a working typewriter."

"My name is Aldo Domenico," the shopkeeper grandiosely declared, "and I have never sold a single machine that did not function properly in all my life!"

"It's ok, mister Domenico," Jamie said, "I don't need it to work."

The shopkeeper looked nonplussed. "You don't need it to work," he asked. "Well, what do you need it for, then? A paperweight?"

"No, no, no," Jamie said, chuckling, "I just want to take the keys from it and fit them on this computer I'm building to make it look prettier and old-timey."

Aldo's face darkened and his thin mustache twitched twice before he said, in a low voice, "That is out of the question, young man. This is a repair workshop, in case you haven't noticed." He crossed his arms across his chest. "And my repair business is not licensed to be a spare parts distributor!"

Jamie blinked at the odd turn this conversation had taken. "Um, I, uh, I don't understand what that means..."

"That means," Aldo said, almost yelling, "that I can not sell you anything that is not a fully functioning and completed machine! If I were to sell you a part of a machine, I would be in violation of several legal acts that regulate commerce and taxation in this great country! The Financial Guard would be on my case!"

Jamie just stared at the old man. "Look," he said at last, "I want the typewriter. Will you sell it to me or not?"

"No," Aldo said. "It's not finished."

"But I don't need it to work!"

"I don't sell junk that doesn't work," Aldo said. "I have a reputation to uphold!"

"I won't tell anyone," Jamie said.

"You insult me, young man," Aldo said.

"You drive me nuts, old man," Jamie said, under his breath, in English.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, nothing," Jamie said in Italian. "So, let me get this straight, if I can! You won't sell me the broken machine because..." Jamie honestly floundered for a way to complete the sentence. "Why, exactly?"

Aldo rolled his eyes and sighed in exasperation. "If I were to sell you the broken machine as if it was fixed, then my reputation would be ruined," he said. "People would hear of it and start to think that I don't do a good job of fixing things! And then I'd be ruined!"

"And you can't sell it to me as a broken machine, because...?"

"There are laws on these matters, young man," Aldo said. "I am not licensed to sell spare parts and you are not licensed to purchase scrap materials."

"I think I understand now," Jamie said. Aldo nodded in satisfaction. Jamie muttered into his chin in English, saying, "I took a wrong turn somewhere and wound up in a Monty Python routine."

"Young man," Aldo said, "this is neither a cheese shop, or a pet store, so I'd appreciate it if you took your eels and went back to your hovercraft!"

Jamie's brow went up in shock. "You speak English," he asked.

Aldo put his fists down on the counter and leaned forward threateningly to say, in accentuated English, "Very little."

Jamie couldn't help but laugh at the man's quirky antics. "Alright, mister Domenico," he said, "I have a proposal for you! I would like to buy a functioning typewriter. I offer five hundred Euros for it, but my offer is only good until the end of business today. What do you say to that?"

Aldo looked Jamie up and down with a suspicious squint and then said, "I only do repairs when I'm paid in full, in advance. It's my new policy."

Jamie counted ten fifty Euro notes and put them down on the counter. "I'll come round for it at six this afternoon," he said. "It had better be finished by then, or I'll expect a full refund." He turned around and walked out of the shop without bothering to look at Aldo. He strolled back to his car and decided to drive home to have an early dinner with his family. Laura Rossi's trattoria was just ten minutes on foot from Aldo's store, but Jamie was no longer spending calories doing construction on the house and her bountiful and tasty cooking represented a clear and present danger to his waistline.

Because Jamie had been out all day foraging for the materials and tools he'd need for his project, Lori was the one that made dinner. Halfway through the meal, she casually said, "You kids are alone tonight." Suzie and Jamie hardly paid it any mind until she said, "I've got a date." Jamie looked up at his mother in shock, while Suzie actually choked on her food.

Jamie clapped his sister on the back while she coughed. He had no idea what to think about his mother dating.

"But, you're married," Suzie managed to wheeze out between coughs.

Lori shrugged. "So what? That never stopped your dad, did it? Fuck it. If he can do it, so can I. Besides, if it bothers your father so much that I've got a date, why doesn't he say something about it?" Lori looked around, as if noticing something for the first time. "Oh, that's right! He isn't here, is he? He left us!" Suzie got up and ran away from the table. The door to her room slammed so hard, it made Lori jump. "Honestly, that girl... I don't know what gets into her at times. I mean, did she harbor a dream that your father and I would get back together some day?" Lori snorted. "Not very likely."

Jamie decided to keep his mouth stuffed. As repugnant as the thought of his mother getting pawed by some greasy Italian was, he could recognize the horrible hypocrisy he'd be guilty of if he engaged in any kind of attempt to sabotage her relationship. If she was even starting one. A car pulled into the driveway and Lori left. Jamie took the opportunity to probe the mind of the person behind the wheel. It was a man and he was glad to see Lori. Jamie couldn't sense any malice in the man's mind so he settled for taking a photo of the car. He digitally processed it until he got the man's license plate number. The car's headlights had prevented him from seeing it with his bare eyes. He was going to find out everything there was to know about the man.

"But that's going to have to wait until tomorrow," Jamie thought to himself. He had to go to town and collect the typewriter from Aldo. He went to Suzie's door first and knocked on it. "Suzie," he called. "You alright in there?" He got no response, but he could sense her mind on the other side of the door. He read a little of her emotions. "Look, sweetie, I know you must feel betrayed and ashamed for feeling betrayed and just plain lost. I get it. It's a lot to process and you don't even know what you're supposed to feel. I feel that, too." He listened but heard nothing coming from the room. "Look, I've gotta make a quick run into down. Are you gonna be alright by yourself for forty minutes, or so? Do you need anything?" More silence came from the room. "Ok, I'm going now. Try to stay cool, Bones!"

He walked down the stairs and put on his jacket. He left the house, locking the door behind himself and sensed his sister watching him. "Why'd you call me Bones," she asked from her window.

Jamie unlocked the car and said, "Cause you're nothing but skin and bones, Bones. And Skin is the name of a singer." Jamie got in the SUV and drove to town.

Aldo was standing by the counter when Jamie arrived, looking like the cat that got the canary. Before Jamie could even say hello, he bent down and began typing. Jamie stepped closer and tried to read over Aldo's shoulder, while the old man typed away at a fast rate. Nearly half a page of text was typed up by the time Aldo said, "It's rude to read over people's shoulders, you know."

"And it's rude to use other people's things without permission, too," Jamie replied. Aldo stood up straight and glared at Jamie. "That's my typewriter, I believe." Jamie pulled the paper from the machine and looked it over. "According to this anti-electronics manifest you have begun to type up, it's in proper working order. And since I've already paid for it, in full, it's mine."

Aldo bristled at Jamie's impatient tone and then said, "I was merely demonstrating that the typewriter is functional." Jamie raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth to say something, but Aldo said, "And I have not yet given you a receipt! It's not yours until I give you a receipt!"

Jamie rolled his eyes and put one hand on the typewriter, pulling it across the counter towards himself, and held the other one towards Aldo, palm up. Aldo wrote up a receipt and put it in Jamie's open hand.

"Good night," Jamie said, leaving the shop with the typewriter under his arm.

"What are you going to do with that keyboard," Aldo called after him. "Make a computer?"

"Something like that," Jamie said, opening the door.

"Well, if you think your work's any good, you might want to come round and show it to me. If you've got the-" Jamie didn't hear the rest of Aldo's sentence over the noise of the door closing behind him. He trotted down the pedestrian-only street to his car that was parked around the corner and drove back home as quick as he could. He felt bad for having left Suzie alone.

His concern had turned out to be completely unfounded. She had calmed down by the time he came home and the two of them spent the evening playing computer games. Suzie would never have normally stooped so low as to actually play a game with her older brother, but she wanted to stay up until her mom came home and gaming with her brother provided her with both an excuse and a means to do it.




A-Cup Angst Ch. 13



Jamie woke up from his impromptu nap and felt Alessandra shift in his arms. He immediately sensed her arousal and grinned at the memory of taking her virginity. The girl was trying to rub herself against him, while simultaneously trying to not wake him up. He opened his eyes and looked at her cute face. Her eyes were shut and her brow bunched up in concentration. Her small, shapely mouth was hanging open. Her breasts were rubbing against his side and her erect clit was in constant contact with his thigh, her pussy leaving a wet smear on his side.

"I take it you would like some more," he softly said. Alessandra froze and blushed. She kept her eyes closed for a few more seconds and then slowly blinked them open. Jamie couldn't keep from smiling at her embarrassment. It was so adorable. He hugged her tight and kissed her, feeling her rapid breath on his face. "All you have to do is ask." He rolled her over and held himself above her.

She lifted her hands and ran them over his torso, tickling him. He lowered his face to her breasts and feasted on them for his enjoyment. She was already beyond aroused. He sucked and nibbled on her nipples, making her arch her back at the intensity of the sensations. As soon as his cock reached full mast status, he kissed his way up her collarbone and neck to her sweet lips.

He positioned himself at her entrance and gave her a questioning look. She spread her legs even wider and returned a smoldering look, adorned with a playful grin. Jamie smiled and penetrated her, making her call out in delight. He felt like he could last for ages, so he began to fuck her slowly, just enjoying the sensations of their flesh rubbing against each other. She moaned and squealed more and more as the minutes dragged on. His hard meat was steadily fueling her pleasure, but not yet delivering the final spark needed for lift-off.

Alessandra started to gyrate her hips as best she could, considering that he was impaling her, and tried to bring herself off. Jamie smiled and let himself enjoy her random bucking. He could sense how maddening his slow rhythm was to her and how desperately she wanted it to never end, at the same time.

He kept stabbing her and she kept teetering on the brink of orgasm, just moaning and squealing her frustration out loud, until Jamie realized his own release was coming along like a freight train; slow, but unstoppable. With the last of his strength, he sped up his motions and changed his angle, providing her with maximum stimulation. Alessandra shrieked in ecstasy as she shuddered wildly in climax. Jamie went over the edge and his mind blanked from pleasure. He lost track of time and space as his body went through the motions on autopilot. The haze of ecstasy in his brain made him barely aware of rolling off his lover.

Jamie quickly came to and took stock of his situation. He was lying on his back and the sheets were wet and sticky. The water was running in the bathroom and he reached out with his Jedi senses, perceiving Alessandra there. Her whole being hummed with happiness as she washed herself. Jamie shut his eyes and grinned, delighting in the feel of her happiness and the knowledge that he was its cause and source.

He sensed a strong emotion from the other female mind in the house and focused on it. Laura was in the attic and she was frustrated. His grin faltered as he tried to get a better read on her frustration, but couldn't. All he knew was that it was profound and that she was on the verge of tears. He lay in the bed and debated on whether or not he should go upstairs and offer her some help, or comfort. He did have sex with her earlier in the day, after all.

The water in the bathroom stopped and Alessandra came back into her bedroom. Jamie's eyes roamed over her slender, but curvy, naked body and traced the many beads of water that were running down her tanned skin. She smiled in embarrassment and covered herself up with the towel she was using to dry herself. Then she took another look into Jamie's eyes. The lustful appreciation she saw in them made her grin. She exposed herself to him again and reveled in his appreciation of her body. She slowly ran the towel over herself, prompting Jamie's eyes to follow where it lead.

When she was finished with drying, she tossed the towel towards Jamie's face. Jamie caught it and laughed. Alessandra crawled back into bed, moving up his body on all fours like a young panther on the prowl. When she reached his head, she smiled and kissed him. She lowered her firm body upon his and he wrapped her in his arms. They made out for quite a while.

"Are we going to make love again," Alessandra dreamily asked into Jamie's mouth.

"I don't have it in me to go another round," Jamie said. "Though I am tempted. Maybe we could get your mother to cast a spell on me?"

He felt a brief disturbance in her mind, just before she sweetly said, "And maybe you could cast the spell yourself. I wouldn't mind."

Her little suggestion brought to the surface all the secrets in his life. Jamie's mood turned sour. He considered whether or not it was wise to keep the Rossis in the dark about his lack of magic. He decided to stay the course for the time being. "You know I swore I'd never cast another spell, for as long as I live," he said.

"Oh," Alessandra whined in protest, "just a harmless, little one? Just for me? Please!"

"No," Jamie said and gently rolled her off of himself. His limbs felt like wet noodles after all the sexual activity of the day, but he sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

"Wait," Alessandra said, hugging him from behind. "Don't go! Please, stay! I won't ask you again. Just, don't go!"

"I'm tired," he said. "I need to go home and get some rest."

Alessandra began laying little kisses on his shoulder and murmured, "Don't go," into his skin. "You can sleep here, with me. There's room in the bed."

Her offer was tempting, very tempting, but she had picked at a can of worms that Jamie was just not ready for. He needed to tap the brakes and take the time to sort things out in his own head. Going home was the best way to do it. He sensed she wasn't going to let go of him so easily, so he said, "What is your mother doing in the attic?"

"Oh, some witchy stuff with the old table, or something. Who cares? I want to know what else you can do to me in this bed."

Jamie ignored Alessandra's continued caresses. Laura's grief, frustration and yearning were so strong and so visceral that he was starting to get affected by them, just by casually sensing them. "I have to go," he said, standing up. He looked around for his clothes and then remembered they were in Laura's bedroom.

"Wait," Alessandra called after him as he left her room. She got up and followed. "How do you know she's upstairs?"

Jamie chose not to answer her. He put his boxers and pants on and gathered up the rest of his clothes. He sat down to put his socks on and glanced up at Alessandra, barring the way out of her mother's bedroom. He was starting to sense her fear of rejection rising and that was making him feel bad. "This has been a fantastic day," he said to her. "A day I'll always treasure and remember." He sensed her anxiety rising as she feared a "but" coming along in his voice. He stepped into his shoes and walked to her to rub her sides. "A day of days. With a girl of girls." She giggled as he tickled under her chin. "But I am just a boy. I'm tired and drained. I can be of no more service to you this night."

"We don't have to," she started saying.

"And my mother expects me back home tonight," he said.

Alessandra nodded in understanding and then her eyes lit up. "You can call her," she said. "Tell her you're staying over. I promise I'll let you sleep until the morning."

Jamie sighed. He didn't want to hurt the girl's feelings, not today and not down the line either, but he feared her becoming too attached to him. He feared her falling in love with him and asking him questions. Questions about his past, present and future. Reasonable questions between lovers, yet questions he feared asked. Mainly because he had no answers about his future, only shame to recount about his past and a terrifying uncertainty about what his present was even like. He wasn't eager to tell a bunch of lies in response. Lies always wound up hurting someone. 

He tucked a lock of her long, straight, nearly black hair behind her ear and hugged her close. He kissed her forehead and said, "Alright. I'll spend the night here." Alessandra squealed in delight and would have jumped for joy if he hadn't been holding her at the time. "But we need to have a serious talk before we go to sleep."

Alessandra quieted down some and nodded. Jamie turned her around in his arms and led her back to her own bedroom. He sensed Laura's mind turn to grief upstairs and wondered what the hell was going on with the woman. He dwelled on it until Alessandra slipped out of his grasp to sit on her bed and said, "I'm listening."

"What?"

"You said we need to have a serious talk," Alessandra said, laughing, "just five seconds ago! It obviously can't be that serious, then!"

Jamie shook his head and cleared it of all thoughts of Laura upstairs. He tossed his clothes on the nightstand and knelt before Alessandra. He took her hand in his and searched her eyes. She was smiling at him, but he could sense her trepidation. He was having great difficulty coming up with the words he needed, mainly because he wasn't entirely sure what he wanted to say. He opened his mouth to start a few times and then decided to sugarcoat his words, but play it as straight as he could.

"Listen," he said, "this has been a magical afternoon. We have shared a beautiful experience. I would love to make love to you every day, if I could, but I don't think that's wise. I have done things. Terrible things. There are consequences to my past actions, consequences that I've yet to find out and consequences that would be awful for anyone that is near me when it all comes to a head. There are powerful organizations after me and they'd hurt everyone near me if they came here. For that reason, I think it's best if I don't have anyone close to me in the near future.

"I think it's best if people keep their distance from me until matters... resolve themselves. I don't know when I might have to leave this place, but I do know that I'll leave and it'll be in a hurry. For those reasons, I think it's best that we don't allow a relationship to develop between us. It should be just like your mother said earlier today, a casual thing. I am your casual boy-toy, for as long as you want me, but no more than that. I can't be anything more than that. Not to you, your mother, or anyone else. Do you understand what I'm trying to say here?"

"Yes," Alessandra said. She took both of his hands in hers and nodded. "I understand completely, Jamie. You don't need to say any more." She kissed his hands. "I understand." She kissed him and they tenderly made out for a while.

Jamie was completely drained, but he sensed her arousal rekindle. He pinched her nipples, making her jump and squeal, and pushed her back down on the bed. She lay back and panted as he lowered his face between her legs. He ate her out until she came three more times and then started to beg him to stop. Jamie slowly relented, kissing her pussy and thighs gently as a protracted goodbye. He stood up, undressed and lay down with her in the bed. He pulled her boneless body up into his arms and wrapped a blanket around them. Thoroughly sated, the two of them drifted off to sleep.

Jamie woke up with a rock hard erection between his legs. The sheets were tossed off of his body and he felt Alessandra's dainty fingers slowly tracing the ridges and veins of his shaft. He peeked and saw, in the light of the dawn breaking outside the window, her looking down at his upright staff. He sensed her fascination with his cock and couldn't help but grin at it. "I take it you like it," he whispered, startling her.

Alessandra looked into his eyes, guiltily, and smiled. "And you took the covers off me to look at it," Jamie said, in a mock reproachful tone. "Do you want me to catch a cold and get sick?" She shook her head no and opened her mouth to say something in her own defense. "Then you had better get me warm, this instant!"

Alessandra threw the covers back over him and pressed her body against his side more tightly. "That's not going to be good enough," he said. She looked up at him in slight confusion, uncertain what else she could do. He took her hand in his and guided it lower, until it reached his cock. "I'm losing heat through this thing. If only there was a warm place to put it."

Alessandra smiled a dirty smile as she finally caught his drift. She rose up above him and threw off the covers. She knelt over his hips and took his shaft in hand. She held it steady and lowered herself upon it. They both hissed in appreciation as her wet, tight cavern descended to engulf him. She took him all the way in and moaned at the feeling of fullness. She rode him with wild abandon for as long as he could stay hard. They both lost track of the time in their ecstasy.

When he finally deflated and slipped out of her, she shuddered and collapsed atop him. She opened her eyes and looked out the window. She then turned her attention to the nightstand and tossed Jamie's clothes off it to check her alarm clock. It had already given off its alarm, but it had been muffled by Jamie's clothes and outdone by their cries of pleasure. She swore breathlessly and leaped out of bed. "I'm sorry, I'm late for work," she said to Jamie as she hurriedly jumped into her underwear.

"I thought you worked downstairs, with your mother," Jamie panted questioningly.

"I do," she said, retrieving her work uniform from the closet, "and I'm late."

Jamie lifted his head and checked the time. "At this time of day," he asked incredulously. "It's practically still night!"

Alessandra wasted no time slipping on her uniform as she said, "Half our business is people coming round before work and getting a home cooked meal to go so they can take it to work as their lunch. Mamma cooked up most of the stuff yesterday, but there is fresh pasta to be cooked, fresh bread to be baked and lots of containers to be filled. And I'm so late!" She ran out of her room and then popped her head back in. "I'll be busy until around nine, so..."

Jamie shook his head no. "I have work to do today," he said. "I need to go."

"Will you come back later," she asked. "Tonight, after ten. We always have a dinner crowd on Mondays."

"Ok," Jamie said, "I'll come round after ten."

She smiled a radiant smile and ducked out of sight. Jamie lay back in the bed and stretched his limbs. The sleep had restored his strength, but the lengthy session had drained it all over again. As much as he wanted to get back to sleep and get some rest, he feared Alessandra coming back upstairs around nine and finding him in bed. She'd jump his bones again and he'd find himself hard pressed to resist her advances. The girl was truly spectacularly beautiful. She was cute and sexy at the same time and her exuberance and energy made her irresistible.

Jamie groaned and forced himself to roll out of bed. He gathered up his scattered clothing and slowly put it on. He yawned and stretched again. As soon as he got home, he was going to take a proper nap, he decided. He checked his phone and saw that he had no missed calls, or messages. He frowned. He had half-expected his mother to explode in worry when he didn't come home last night. He felt bad that he hadn't called or sent a message that he'd stay over tonight, but now he saw his worries were unfounded.

He went down the back stairs and exited the house. He walked up the back alley to his car. As soon as he got to it, he sensed attention on himself. He turned around and saw Laura trotting to catch up to him. He sensed mischief and lust coming from her mind and sighed in relief. He had been very worried about her, ever since he had sensed her sorrow and frustration last night.

"You didn't think you could sneak away like that, did you," she said, smiling. She stepped in close, stood on her toes and whispered in his ear, "You didn't think you could just go without fucking me, too? I heard you two this morning."

Jamie sighed. "I'm drained, Laura. Thank you for the offer, but your daughter has left me with nothing in reserve."

"That can be easily fixed," she said, still smiling. She whispered some syllables and waved her hand around, despite Jamie's protests. He recognized the spell as soon as she started to cast it. It was a spell to make him hard and restore his sexual energy.

His cock turned rock hard in an instant and Jamie had to bend over and lift a leg to try and push it down his pant leg. He grimaced in discomfort and pain. Laura, meanwhile, took his keys and unlocked the passenger door. She pushed him back and he fell into the seat, taking the chance to adjust his erection to sit more comfortably in his jeans. She unzipped his fly and reached in to grab his cock. Jamie seized her wrist and whispered, "Not here!" He cast his eyes about. They were on the street, in plain sight, and if people were going to start coming to the trattoria to get take out, then they'd definitely be seen.

She ignored his protest and leaned in to kiss him. Her tongue penetrated his lips and she deftly used it to rid Jamie of his misgivings. When she pressed her large globes against his chest, he forgot all about how tired he was and remembered his car was warded against drawing attention to its contents and passengers. He swung his legs into the car and she somehow clambered onto his lap. Jamie telekinetically swung the door shut.

Laura's skirt rose up to wrap itself around her waist, like a belt, and her crotch was left bare to rub against his cock. She moaned as her pleasure mounted. "You fucked my daughter," she said, "now fuck me!" Without waiting for him to reply or take action, she impaled herself upon his shaft. She rode him with wild abandon, making the entire car shake and rock. A few people passed mere feet away from the car, completely ignoring its rhythmic motions, the two people fucking in it, and even Laura loud wails of sexual pleasure.

They shared many orgasms before Laura was finally sated. She let her spell fizzle away and leaned in to share a deep, passionate kiss with Jamie. "Come back tonight," she said. "After ten o'clock." With that, she left the car and went back into her kitchen, straightening her skirt along the way.

Jamie sat there and panted. He wasn't any more physically exhausted than he had been before she had cast the spell on him, but he couldn't take any more fucking that day. Not emotionally or mentally. He decided, right then and there, that he'd never reveal to the Rossi girls that he was bereft of magical power. He began to suspect that if he did, Laura would charm him into being her sex slave. He scooted over into the passenger seat and started the car to drive home.

When he got there, he saw a note on the fridge that said his mom was at work and that she had taken Suzie to school. Jamie tilted his head quizzically as the message ended with, "you just get some rest!" He heaved a big breath. It seemed to him that his mother had known what the Rossi girls had planned for him yesterday and she approved of it. 

Initially, his mother had been very cold to him for taking her away from her old life. He could tell that she had even blamed him for the revelation that her husband had been cheating on her during their whole marriage. Her feelings completely turned around since he had finished work on the house. He guessed having a big, fancy house he bought and renovated for her had something to do with it. The horror stories Laura had been telling her about her time apart from her own daughter probably had more to do with it than that. He could tell his mother was dreading the day he'd say it was time for him to leave. 




A-Cup Angst Ch. 13



He set aside the horrid thoughts of his mother finding out the intimate details of his sex life and had breakfast. After that, he took a nap and woke up just after noon. He made himself a sandwich and sat at the kitchen counter as he slowly chewed on it. The empty house quietly reminded him that he had nothing to do. He glanced at the clock and remembered the many fancy clocks in Aldo's store. He had promised the man to come and tell him how things had gone at the Rossis' as thanks for his help with the laptop.

He parked at the end of Aldo's street and walked over to the store. As soon as Aldo looked up and saw him coming in, he stood up, threw his hands in the air and declared, "The conquering hero returns in triumph!"

"What," Jamie asked, from the door.

"You conquered the Rossi girls, you saw the Rossi girls naked and they came!" Aldo snickered. "Get it? Conquered, saw, came?"

"What?"

Aldo waved his hands dismissively as he lowered them. "Ah, young man," he said, amicably, "please don't be offended. The whole town knows that you had made love to both the Rossi women last night."

"What," Jamie all but screamed.

"Please, please," Aldo said, "come inside and close the door."

Jamie slammed the door shut and rushed over to the shopkeeper. "What do you mean the whole fucking town knows? How? Did you go around spreading rumors?"

"No," Aldo said, "nothing like that!"

"Then why would people think anything happened yesterday," Jamie asked.

"Well," Aldo said and then hesitated, "I heard that there was an upstairs window open at the Rossis' house yesterday. A window that faced the town square." Jamie's face fell as the man continued. "People were taking their afternoon walks across the square and they had heard... some sounds that were very... suggestive." Aldo shrugged. "Everyone already knew Alessandra had the hots for you so they just assumed it was you up there with her. Everyone just blushed, smiled and felt happy for the two of you."

Jamie lowered his head and shook it in irritation. He leaned on the counter for support. He had locked his senses onto Laura's pleasure and, while he had felt spied on during the whole time he was making love to her, he had sensed Alessandra doing it and assumed that was all. He had been too focused on the task at hand to sense the entire town listening in on it, as well.

"When people heard a second female voice cry out in," Aldo said and paused when Jamie's face shot back up, "uh, suggestively, then they realized that there were two girls and one young man involved and that, my young friend, has started the rumor mill of this small city to go into overdrive." Aldo patted Jamie's hand. "Unfortunately, this city has been starved of scandals for a long time now and a canadian boy being the lover of a mother and daughter at the same time is just the sort of thing they had been waiting for."

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Jamie muttered in English.

"Yes, precisely," Aldo said.

"Does the whole town know?"

"No," Aldo said. "Some won't find out until they come home from work. But by the end of today, literally everyone over the age of five in this city will know about you and the Rossi girls." Jamie rolled his eyes and groaned in frustration. "Little children will run around you, reciting clever, little songs about you and them kissing. Men will tip their hats at you in envy. Women of all ages will either reproachfully stare you to death or flirt with you. It's a toss up with the ladies. Except for the grannies. They'll just jump your bones. Brazenly. In public." Jamie just stared at the shopkeeper and showed no interest in his attempt at humor. Aldo scrunched up his wrinkled face in an expression of silent commiseration as Jamie rubbed his brow. "Enough about that. What brings you here today?"

"I came to tell you how it went yesterday," Jamie said.

"Now, look here, young man," Aldo said, ire in his voice, "I hope you didn't come here to brag about your conquest."

"What," Jamie said, insulted. "No! Of course not! You're the one that just-"

"Because I have no patience for silly, young men that brag about things that involve others and should be kept in the privacy of the bedroom! Such a breach of the bonds of intimacy is unforgivable!"

"I didn't come here to brag," Jamie interrupted him, forcefully, "I came here to tell you how the laptop computer went over."

"Oh," Aldo said, more calmly. The two of them stood staring at each other for a few moments. Jamie was insulted at Aldo's implications that he was a braggart and he sensed Aldo was annoyed at the thought of him recounting last night. There was tension in the air "So, how was it received," Aldo inquired at last. His voice was tight.

"Splendidly," Jamie replied in an equally clipped tone.

"Glad to hear it," deadpanned Aldo.

"Good," Jamie said. "I came here because you wanted to know how it was received and you made me promise to come over today."

"I guess I did," Aldo said, more calmly. Jamie nodded. "Well, is that all that brought you here today?"

"No. I also wanted to thank you for your help. I could not have made the computer so pretty without it. So, thank you."

Aldo nodded and adopted a lopsided grin. "You're welcome," he said.

Jamie glanced around the cluttered shop and said, "I was also thinking of helping you sell some of these things."

"You were," Aldo asked, hopefully.

"Yes," Jamie said. "I'd even be willing to start today. Right now, actually." Jamie turned away from Aldo and gestured at the cuckoo-clocks on the wall. "These I could move in a few days, definitely. There's a market for them." He gestured at the washing machines occupying the bottom row of the store's window. "And these will definitely move fast, we just have to price them for it." Jamie sensed Aldo's mood had changed and he turned back to the counter, only to find him missing. He sensed him in the back room and called out, "Hey, you listening?!"

Aldo came out of the back room wearing a coat, no apron, and carrying a very thick binder that was only held together by the many lengths of twine tied around it. "I need to get to the city administration's office," he said, hurrying to the door. "Many matters to settle!"

"What, right now?"

"I was going to have to lock up the store for a whole day later in the week before you came along," Aldo happily said. He opened the door and went out.

"Hey, wait a minute," Jamie said and followed him out.

"I'll be back before closing time, don't worry," Aldo said, agreeably. "They won't keep me past their closing time!"

"Hey, you can't leave your store like this," Jamie said.

Aldo was retreating down the street with surprising speed for a man of his age. "Like what," he shot back without stopping.

"Empty," Jamie yelled after the retreating figure. "Unmanned and unlocked!"

"It's neither empty nor unmanned," Aldo yelled, without slowing down. "My salesman is tending to it in my absence!"

Jamie looked into the store in confusion. He stretched his Jedi senses and felt no one on the premises. "There's no one in there!"

"Well, of course not," Aldo yelled in annoyance. "You're standing in the street, aren't you?!"

"I'm not your salesman!"

"Yes you are," Aldo yelled. He was nearly to the end of the street. "You asked to sell my wares for me and I accepted. That makes you my salesman."

"No! Wait! You misunderstood! I only-"

"Too late," Aldo yelled as he rounded a corner and finally disappeared from view. Jamie could see the old man had been wearing a smile.

Jamie gaped in disbelief at the corner the old man had vanished around. He had just left his store and all of its contents in Jamie's hands. Jamie looked back at the store and shook his head in disbelief. "He's crazy," he muttered into his chin, in English. He stood in front of the store and looked up and down the street. There were people here and there, mostly crossing it on the intersections it had with bigger streets. He obviously couldn't just leave the store like this. Someone might come along, see that no one was in there, and then help themselves to whatever they wanted. Aldo wasn't going to get back until late in the afternoon, he said so himself.

Jamie thought it best to use his telekinesis to lock the door and then go about his merry way, so he did it. As he stood outside the locked doors, he wondered what to do with the rest of his day. He bit on his lip as he considered. He stared into the store's window and realized he'd feel bad for leaving it unattended if people came along and wanted to buy something, or have something repaired, but couldn't. It would cost Aldo his much needed business. Besides, Jamie had come there today to offer putting most of Aldo's wares online to sell them.

Jamie idly nodded to himself and went to his car to retrieve his laptop and digital camera. He returned to the store, unlocked it with the Force and went back inside. He found a spot of pristinely white wall in the back room and cleared the clutter in front of it. He intended to use that spot as a backdrop in which to photograph the darker appliances and cuckoo-clocks Aldo had so he could post adds selling them online. He also found a section of dark, wooden panels on the wall of the back room and cleared it to serve as a backdrop to photographing the light appliances, mainly washing machines.

The first thing he did was go over a ledger Aldo kept to identify which appliances were unclaimed and how much to sell them for. He used his telekinesis to gently move and pose those appliances in the correct spots before taking their pictures. After that, he posted add after add online. By the time he was done, two of the adds had already yielded sales via the "Buy It Now" option. Jamie found boxes and packing materials in the back room and began to prepare the turntable and cuckoo-clock for shipping when he heard the doorbell ring to announce someone's entry.

He looked up and saw a man standing in the doorway and looking around uncertainly. "Yes," Jamie said. "May I help you?"

"Where's Aldo," the man asked.

"At the city administration's office," Jamie said and immediately regretted it. What if the man started thinking Aldo was in some kind of trouble with the authorities? He had no business revealing Aldo's business to strangers in the first place. He should have just said that Aldo was absent for the day. "May I assist you in any way?"

"Will Aldo be back?"

"Yes, later in the day," Jamie said. "Would you like to leave a message for him?"

"Uh, no," the man said. He held up a wristwatch and said, "I just came over to see if he had the time to fix the watch again. When will he be back?"

"You can leave the watch with me, sir," Jamie offered. The man seemed uncertain and looked at Jamie as if he was just then realizing that someone else was in Aldo's store, behind Aldo's counter. "I'll make certain that he gets it before the end of business today."

"Who are you?"

"I am Aldo's, uh," Jamie said and grasped for words, "new assistant, Jamie."

Jamie sensed a flash of recognition in the man's mind and saw it on his face. The man grinned, pointed a finger at Jamie and said, "Jamie the Canadian?" He shook his finger at Jamie as he stepped closer smiling. "Who did the Rossi girls last night?"

Jamie's brow drew down in displeasure. He planted his fists on the counter, like he had seen Aldo do the other day, and glared at the man. "What did you say?!"

The man lowered his finger and dropped his smile. "Nothing," he said. "I said nothing at all." Jamie kept glaring at the man. "Goodness, you really are Aldo's assistant," the man nervously said. "I think I best be going now."

"And the watch," Jamie asked.

"Oh, no, no, no," the man stammered, "I have to catch a train later today and I can't wait for Aldo to come fix it. I'll just find a clocksmith in Florence."

"You'll do no such thing," Jamie forcibly said. He held out his hand. "Give it here!"

The man nervously, but gently placed his prized wristwatch in the palm of Jamie's hand. Jamie looked at the watch. It was a high-quality item, but old and worn. The leather straps were new, however. He flipped the watch over and read the inscription on the back. "We had faith in God, our cause and our commander. Only the last of the three had never failed us." It was signed with 10th Bersagliere regiment.

Jamie opened the back of the watch and took a good look at the mechanism inside. The man babbled nervously about it being a precious family memento, given to his great-grandfather some sixty years ago, during the war, and then told of how the watch stopped working. Jamie turned around and retrieved a few precision tools from the toolbox. He mostly turned around so the man wouldn't be able to see him use the Force to repair the delicate mechanism. All the parts were still there and mostly intact, they were just loose and misaligned. The winding spring was the biggest problem as it had left its screw. Jamie fixed it all with the Force and then mimed using some precision tools on it. He turned around, replaced the back of the watch and wound it up, setting it to the same time as the clocks on the wall.

"There, all done," Jamie said. The man's mouth opened in admiration and he reverently picked the watch out of Jamie's hand. "You need to be more careful with it in the future. It is a fine piece of mechanical engineering, but it isn't immune to damage."

"Yes, yes, of course," the man said, absentmindedly.

Jamie whipped out Aldo's ledger and began to write a receipt for the man. He also used the opportunity to flip through it to find out how much Aldo usually charged for fixing a watch. The man set a twenty euro note on the counter and turned to leave. "Where do you think you're going," Jamie asked.

The man froze and turned around. He stepped back to the counter and waited for Jamie to write out the receipt. He took it and said, "You should really reconsider working for Aldo, Jamie the Canadian. He's started to rub off on you."

Jamie just looked at the man until he turned around and left. "Thank you, please come again," he called after the man in a deadpan voice.

Jamie finished packing the sold items and spent the rest of the afternoon working on repairs Aldo had in progress. His mother interrupted him with a phone call. She had been worried that he hadn't come back home from the Rossis and had called them. When they told her he had left early, she started to worry that maybe the drug dealers had found him. She ranted at him and gave him a lesson about keeping in touch. Jamie endured it for a few minutes, as he was the one that had put the fear of the phantom drug dealers into her, but then he became annoyed at her patronizing tone so he just clicked her off. He turned his attention back to the repair work on hand. The Force guided him and he finished it all. He cleaned up after himself and sat idle in the store for almost an hour more until Aldo came back.

"Finally," Jamie said.

"Yes," Aldo tiredly said, "bureaucrats. They do love to waste everyone's time."

"And you love to waste mine," Jamie said. "I've been stuck here minding your store the whole day!"

Aldo looked Jamie up and down with a measured glance. He sniffed and said, "That kind of attitude is inappropriate when speaking to your employer, young man."

"I'll speak to you in whatever manner I choose. You're not my employer!"

"Oh," Aldo said as he went into the back room, "then why do I have the paperwork that proves otherwise?"

"What?!"

Aldo hung up his coat and pulled an envelope from its pocket. He brought it to the counter and set it down before Jamie. "There," he said, pointing at the envelope. "That's got your employment card, your social security card, your national health insurance card, the works." Jamie stared blankly at Aldo. "Of course," Aldo said, "your work permit and visa are contingent on you being an artisan artificer, or I'll get in trouble with the Financial Guard."

Jamie finally shook off his shock and laughed. "Ha, ha, you got me," he said, shaking a finger at the shopkeeper, "I fell for it. Well done."

"Fell for what," Aldo asked.

"I can't be your employee because I never signed a contract with you and I never signed a single application for any of those things."

Aldo dumped the contents of the envelope on the counter. Jamie's mouth fell open as he saw a bunch of cards and documents in the name of Jamie Benson. "What? How?"

"My best friend is the deputy mayor," Aldo said and winked. "He pushed all the applications through. Cut through all the red tape."

Jamie was stunned with disbelief at the sight of the documents. A scenario played in his mind. Someone in an office somewhere would notice all the corner-cutting done in his name and alert the proper authorities about it. Cutting through all that red tape must involve breaking the law, or at least some kind of fraud. The authorities would then come and ask questions. Questions Jamie really didn't want to have to answer. Couldn't answer, even. The house was in the name of his mom and sister, so they were safe, but he could be deported. He would be deported, Jamie realized, and probably banned from ever getting back in the country, as well. Then he'd never be able to come back to Italy and help or protect his family. The horrible scenario made him shake in fright. He leveled a glare at Aldo and said, "Are you fucking insane!?"

Aldo's mouth tightened in a grimace of disapproval. He shook his head and said, "For that attitude and use of bad words, I'm docking you today's pay, young man."

"What pay," Jamie all but screamed at the man. "I don't work for you!"

"Not with that attitude you don't!"

"Not with," Jamie started to say and stopped in shock at the man's lunacy. "You... There are... I can't believe that... That you... I mean... What!?"

Aldo looked over the many finished repairs and realized that his workload was now nonexistent. He noted two boxes ready for shipping and lifted them to judge their weight while Jamie was just sputtering in disbelief. "Shame you don't work for me anymore," Aldo said, throwing Jamie for another loop, "this is some quality work you've done here today. And lucrative." Aldo looked at the receipt stub in his ledger. "And what's this? You fixed a watch? When did you manage to do all of this? It would have taken me days!"

Jamie took a deep, calming breath and brought his wrath under check. With a tightly controlled voice, he asked, "Mister Domenico, we are going to the police and you are going to explain to them that you were the one that submitted all those legal documents today and that I had nothing to do with any of it."

"No," Aldo said with finality.

"No, what?!"

"No, I won't go to the police and I won't say anything like that, young man," Aldo said in all seriousness.

Jamie's brow drew down and his anger rose. "I am not going to get deported and severed from my family because of your insolence and lunacy," he declared. "You are coming with me to the police and you are going to tell them everything. There is no 'no' about it."

Aldo gulped a bit at the fire in Jamie's eyes. He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and said, "No, I won't. Do you know why I won't?"

Jamie's fists tightened. He briefly debated with himself over the best course of action to take. Obviously, he was going to have make Aldo susceptible to Force suggestions. He'd need to do it in a way that leaves no visible marks or makes him unable to walk and talk. Perhaps he'd use a sedative, or something. He'd also need to find a competent lawyer to have this mess undone in a professional matter. But first, he needed to move Aldo someplace where he'd have total freedom to mess with his mind. He wracked his brain to come up with a location. His mom's house and the Rossi places were right out. The shop was too exposed as well. He paid attention as Aldo resumed talking.




A-Cup Angst Ch. 13



"Because there's nothing to undo," Aldo said, laughing. He picked up the various cards and documents and held them up for Jamie to see. "These are fakes, all of them! My friend whipped them up for me as a joke!"

His words broke through the whirling gears in Jamie's head and Jamie glared at him in disbelief. "Look," Aldo urged him as he held up the various items for his inspection. "The cards are demagnetized, they don't have the holograms on them, the seal on your visa approval is that of the State Forestry Corps and the stamps on your work permit are from the Office of Standards and Measurements! It's all fake! It wouldn't fool anyone."

"Fake?"

"Yes, fake," Aldo said. "My goodness! You really are yesterday's fruit if you believed for even one minute that this much bureaucracy could be handled in Italy in just five hours!" Aldo snorted. "More like five months!"

Jamie took a closer look at the things and saw what Aldo had meant. His family name had been "The Canadian" in some of them. He set his elbows down on the counter and buried his face in his hands. He had almost gone medieval on the old man because of a completely harmless joke. He had mistaken a joke for an actual problem and jumped to start solving it. If he had only bothered to take a second and look at the name on all of the documents, he would have instantly seen through the prank. He felt ashamed and so stupid for his failure. How could he have, even for a second, thought that he'd do any good if he hadn't first identified the fucking problem?

"Think before you act," He admonished himself in his head. "Look! See! Listen! Keep a cool head and let the Force guide you, you fucking idiot!" He grimaced and drew deep breaths to try and stabilize his mood.

Aldo began to ask Jamie about the repairs he had made that day, but Jamie felt too bad to give him any kind of answer. He reached for his laptop, heard the chime announcing that another item had been sold, and took out a piece of paper from Aldo's notebook. He wrote down the shipping address, tore the paper out and stuck it to the item in question. Aldo kept asking him about things and Jamie just ignored him. He picked up his laptop and camera and left the shop.

Jamie got in his car and started the engine. The memories of all the bad things he had done and all the lives he had taken began to choke the life out of him. His chest felt tight and his heart raced. A cold sweat beaded on his skin as anguish and despair clouded his mind. His meditations and mental exercises weren't going to cut it tonight. Not after his gargantuan display of blinding stupidity.

He let the engine roar his anger as he drove away from the A-D Repairs and Restorations shop. Away from the city. Away from his mother's house. The roads wound up and down the hills of Tuscany and Jamie followed them blindly. He stopped at a gas station to refuel and bought two bottles of hard liquor. He kept on driving without aim or intention, avoiding even looking at the road signs. His tears began to obscure his vision, so he parked in a field where there was no sight of people anywhere near.

He loaded the queenadreena CD he had into the CD player and let it play at full blast. Katie Jane's voice screamed of frustrations and Jamie screamed right alongside her. He tossed back drink after drink and hollered her lyrics right back at her. The few cars that passed him during the night, saw nothing odd and heard no noise.

Jamie woke up in the morning with a splitting headache. His throat was dry and his gut felt uneasy. He groaned and squinted out at the morning sky. A tractor passed him by on the road, pulling a huge trailer full of hay. Jamie flinched and covered his ears at the noise. He growled and cursed after the retreating noisemaker. He needed to pee. He tossed the empty bottles aside, opened the door and struggled to clamber out of his seat. Leaning against the car, he managed to get around it and relieve himself.

He felt like shit. The road he was parked by wound out of sight, behind a hill, and then popped back into view, lined by tall, swaying trees on both sides. Jamie growled again as the tractor came around the hill and plodded on down the road. He needed to do something about his condition. He retrieved a canister of water from the trunk. It was there to replace the water in the cooler after an accident, such as the one he had had when Nova had been pulled offline. He chugged half the canister in one go. It made him feel a bit better. Then he had to pee again.

His physical condition had improved after all that water, but it only receded to let the anguish of last night surface again. Jamie knew he wasn't the smartest guy around. He didn't want to be the smartest guy around and he didn't want to be thought of as such, whether deservedly or not. All he wanted was to stop being the dumbest version of himself. He needed to stop making wild assumptions and then rushing off to act on them. He needed to find a way to instantly bitchslap himself back to sense when the assumption monster struck. If he couldn't, then what fucking good could he do in his life? Could he ever be of any use to himself, or others?

He sighed and sat cross-legged on the roof of his BMW X5. He needed to clear the mess in his mind, reorganize his thoughts and instill some order and discipline into it. The problem was in his mind. He was the only one that could fix it. He began his meditation with breathing exercises. Cars that passed him by, noticed him and honked. Despite the Force warning him of when they were coming, they were abrupt intrusions in his mental work. Jamie welcomed their interruptions. He needed to train his mind to work through whatever came along and suss out the truth of the matter.

As the Sun rose higher on the horizon, he went deeper into a state of semi-lucid trance. Soon, he started feeling the Force shield his mind when the next honk was coming. He braced his mental muscles each time and let the loud, interrupting sounds wash over and through him, while his inner cool stayed undisturbed. He reached a profound state of calm and remained in it. It reminded him of the time he had meditated in a forest next to his slave witches. In this state of mind, his magic had spoken to him and told him how to defeat every magician that stood in his way. Now, only the Force was there and it had nothing to report. Jamie let himself stay in this deep state of mental clarity. He imagined it to be his new mental home and felt around to find all of its borders and edges. He committed them to memory and did his best to conceive of a mental shortcut that would immediately pull him back to this place of calm reflection, if he so needed.

As he took the time to construct and strengthen his shortcut to clarity, he started to receive a vague feeling of foreboding. It was distant and hazy and he could not get it to coalesce into anything concrete. After a while, he realized he could do no more at that time, so he gently surfaced into the outer world. He slowly loosened his limbs and slid down the car to stand on his own two feet. He checked the time on his phone and saw a dozen missed calls from the Rossis and his mother's house. There were also messages asking him to call. He sighed and dialed his mother's work number.

"Hello," a male voice asked.

"Could I speak to Mrs. Benson, please," Jamie politely asked.

"There's only a Miss Benson here," the voice said. Jamie hung his head in shame. He had not even asked his mother what marital status she was giving out to people. He took the freshly made shortcut and calmed down, suppressing his shame.

"Yes, her, please," Jamie said.

"Hold on," said the man.

"Hello," Jamie's mother said.

"Mom, it's me," Jamie said. Lori sighed in relief. Jamie could hear her choke back a sob. "I'm fine." He heard his mother sniff. "I'll see you back at the house and we'll talk this afternoon, ok?"

"Yes," she said.

Jamie hung up and felt his stomach growl. He needed some food. He also needed to call the Rossi girls and apologize for standing them up last night. He was feeling like a bastard for having done it. He took the shortcut again and controlled the bad feelings. Perhaps ditching them to get drunk had an upside to it. It, coupled with not calling them, or answering their calls and texts, was a loud and very clear message that they were not in a relationship. Back when he had had slaves, he had spoken to them in order to understand the mysteries of the female mind. Those conversations had been short and infrequent, but the girls did tell him that women do not recognize one night stands. If there was sex involved, women always saw it as the starting point of a new relationship. Jamie nodded to himself. Giving the girls the cold shoulder felt like the right move to make. It made him a heartless bastard, but at least it stopped them from working on a crush. He put his phone away and got in the car. He started the engine and began to drive. He purposefully ignored his GPS and drove around blindly, intending to find an eatery and have some breakfast. He'd be home before his mother got there and that was his only commitment for the day, as far as he was concerned.

He found a small village on a hilltop and drove through it. When he saw the little ristorante in the main town square, he parked across from it and went in to have some food. It wasn't as good as Trattoria Rossi, but it wasn't all that bad either. As he was leaving the village, he finally checked a road sign and saw its name. He consulted the road map of Tuscany in his glove compartment and saw that he had less than an hour to drive back home. He had been going in circles last night and today.

He came home and changed clothes. He texted his mom that he'd cook dinner and pick Suzie up from school. His mom texted him right back, saying she'd pick Suzie up after work as Suzie was going to be with friends in the city. She also texted that she'd pick up something to eat at the trattoria. Jamie sighed unhappily. His mother was going to talk to her best friend, the woman he had fucked on Sunday afternoon. "Shitfuck," he muttered to himself. "No good can come of that." He entertained the idea of going to the Rossis before his mother, but he honestly didn't know what he'd try to accomplish there. He stayed at home and meditated. After that got boring, he made himself a sandwich and played videogames until he sensed his family driving up. He descended the stairs and joined them in the dining room.

"Aaaah," Suzie called out in mock fright. "Mommy, there's a stranger in our house!"

"Hardy, har, har," Jamie deadpanned.

"Help, Mommy," Suzie hugged her mother, "I'm frightened!"

"Knock it off, Bones," Jamie said.

"Mom," Suzie said, indignantly, "tell him to stop calling me Bones!"

"Will you two kids stop," Lori said. She set the containers of food down on the table and sat down. "Sometimes you just wear me out. The both of you. You're acting like children."

"I am a child," Suzie said. "I'm not supposed to behave any other way. I don't know what his problem is."

"Enough," Lori said, forcefully. "Both of you! Let's just sit down and have dinner like a normal family!"

Suzie slowly slunk down into her seat, Jamie handed out utensils, and the three of them each took a container from Rossi's and began to eat. After a few minutes of silent eating, Lori got up, poured herself a glass of wine and sat back down, saying, "So, the whole town is talking about how you've bedded both the Rossi girls." Jamie choked on his food and coughed to clear his throat. "Even the kids in Suzie's class are teasing her about it." Jamie punched himself in the chest to ease the passage of his food. He glanced over at Suzie who shot him a reproachful glare in return. When he cleared his airway at last, he locked eyes with his mother. The look in her eyes was accusatory, but she held her tongue. "I take it you're going to stay with us, then?"

"No," Jamie said.

"What, you're gonna dump both your girlfriends," Suzie asked.

"Shut up, Bones," Jamie said, not taking his eyes off his mother.

"Mom," Suzie said, offended, "he's still calling-"

"Shut up, Suzie," Lori said, holding Jamie's gaze. "So, you plan to leave us?"

"That has been the plan since day one," Jamie said. "Yeah. I intend to leave."

"When?"

Jamie shrugged and said, "As soon as I figure out where I'm gonna go and what I'm gonna do."

Lori sat back in her chair and took a long sip of wine. At last, she spoke, "What are you looking for, Jamie?"

"I don't know, yet," he said.

"Are you looking for love," Lori asked. "Because, you have it. Right here, right now. I love you. Suzie loves you."

"No, I don't," Suzie interjected.

Lori shot Suzie an annoyed look and then continued softly speaking to Jamie. "As I understand it, you have two willing girlfriends in this town and-"

"I don't have girlfriends," Jamie said, cutting her off. "I was asked by Laura to deflower Alessandra and I had to pass an audition with her, first. That's it. No boyfriend-girlfriend stuff." His mother's face turned beet red as her jaw hung loose.

"Bullshit," Suzie said and masked it with a cough.

Lori chugged her glass of wine and stood to refill it. Jamie did his best to not sense her mood, but her shock at hearing her sweet, darling boy speak of such matters so casually was almost too much for her to handle. After she chugged another glass of wine, she topped it off yet again and sat back down at the table. Jamie could tell she was getting a bit tipsy. "Anyway," she said, "what about your job?"

A part of Jamie had been quite pleased at shocking his own mother in a sexual manner, but he decided to never tell her about any of the things he had regularly gotten up to with his harem. She'd probably die of shock. His musings were ended when he finally processed what she had said. "What job," he asked.

"Uh, you work in a repair shop for antiques," Lori said.

"No, I don't," Jamie said. "Where did you hear that?"

"Your boss came by the trattoria when I was there and he asked about you," Lori said.

"I don't have a boss," Jamie said. "And Aldo can count himself lucky I don't bitchslap him for claiming he is my boss."

"Jamie," his mother said in shock. "I didn't raise you to threaten old men with violence. Shame on you!"

"Shame on me," Jamie asked. "Shame on him! Going around town and spreading lies about me. Did you know that he tried to get me deported as a joke yesterday?"

"What?!"

"Yes," Jamie said. "The guy is more than a few cards shy of a full deck."

"Jamie," his mother admonished.

"I'm serious," he said. "He seems charming and quaint, at first glance, but his screws aren't so much loose as they're altogether absent."

His mother looked at him and hiccupped. "Excuse me," she said, putting her hand over her mouth. "So, you don't work for him?"

"Nope."

"You really should, bro" Suzie chimed in. "No one but a lunatic would ever hire you."

"Shut it, Bones," Jamie said.

"Suzie, hush," Lori said at the same time. She blinked back her tears and Jamie could feel her getting very emotional. She reached out and took both her children's hands in one of her own. "Please don't leave us," she tearfully said. "We're all the family you have. You two are all the family I have. Jamie, please, please don't go. Please stay!" Jamie bit back tears of his own. He was getting overwhelmed by his mother's grief. "Please, son, don't abandon your mother."

Suzie pulled her hand out of her mother's and stood up. "This is getting way too disturbing for my taste," she said and took her container of food with her as she left the dining room. Lori hung her head and cried.

Jamie felt really bad seeing his mother cry. A desire to hug her and promise to do as she says threatened to overwhelm his rational mind. He took his mental shortcut and composed himself. "And do what, Mom," Jamie asked. "Play nanny to Suzie? Housekeeper, perhaps? I need to make a life for myself. I need to find some direction in life and take it. I'm not going to just sit on my ass and play video games for the rest of my life."

"I don't see why you can't do that here," Lori said, her voice hitching. "Finding your direction, I mean. You can stay with us as you think things through. You can go to Pisa and attend university. See what is out there. You missed the start of the academic year, but you can enroll at the beginning of next semester, can't you? You already have a semester behind you." 

Jamie's papers-forging contact, Cyrus, had made it painfully clear that he wasn't going to arrange any forgeries for him ever again. Jamie didn't think he'd be able to just mind trick his way into a university. "I can't use my real name or actual transcripts," he said, "and I am not going to enroll on fakes and take someone else's spot."

"Well, if you're not going to go to college," Lori said, "then how are you to find your direction in life? How will you know what's out there for you?"

Jamie shrugged. He honestly didn't know. "I don't know, yet," he said. "I was thinking about, maybe, traveling around the world and seeing what's out there."

Tears started streaming from Lori's eyes. A few dripped off her chin into her glass of wine. "Jamie, baby," she whispered, "please don't leave us. We need you. Please."

Jamie looked away, uncomfortable at his mother's outpour of emotions. He forced his mind back into the calm place. "For how long," he asked.

"What?"

"How long do I need to stay here? How long before you're alright to be left alone? How long until I can go out into the world and you don't cry at seeing me leave?" He looked back into his mother's eyes. He shrugged and said, "I'm just curious."

Lori sobbed, her chin shaking, and got up to run to her bedroom. Jamie buried his face in his hands. He sensed his mother's misery and it was breaking his heart. He felt, deep down inside, that he needed to break free and do his own thing, whatever it turned out to be, but her grief was seriously damaging his already feeble resolve to leave. He again used his mental shortcut to the calm place within. "Don't go," Suzie said from the doorway. Jamie lifted his head and looked at her. She was looking down at the container she was eating from and playing with the last of her food. "Just stay. Shithead." She turned around and left without making eye contact.

Jamie sat back in his chair and shook his head in displeasure. Suzie wasn't gutted at the thought of him leaving like their mother was, but he could sense even she didn't like the idea. He withdrew his Jedi senses and retired to his room to think. The more he thought about things, the closer he came to the realization that he wanted to take a tour of the world. He had already visited all the continents, except for Antarctica, but he had merely popped over to kill bad guys, free any hostages, and pop over to the next base. He had not taken the time and opportunity to see the sights, or experience what life was like in any of those places. He was starting to feel that retracing his steps in exploration would not yield the answers he was seeking, so much as finally formulate the questions themselves. Then he could lead a happy and productive life seeking the answers to those questions. 

He wanted to fly in a wingsuit through the Angel falls, dive in an Austrian lake that's a park for most of the year, see the festivals of light in Vietnam, go surfing at Bondi beach and so many other things. And he wanted to meet people everywhere he went. He surfed the net, reading about the many wonders that were out there in the world. As he read, he kept idly noting which events were annual and which sights were there forever. Even as he was starting to make concrete plans for a world tour, he couldn't help continually noticing that nearly everything he wanted to see would be waiting for him for the foreseeable future. He kept it up until he was too tired to keep his eyes open. He went to bed and slept fitfully.




A-Cup Angst Ch. 13



He woke up late in the morning. His mom was at work and his sister in school. He had breakfast and then went and had a nice, long steam in the basement. By the time the steam had finished, he came to a decision. He'd stay with his family until the school year ended and August came along. Nearly all of Italy went on summer break at that time and then he'd take his mom and sis on a nice trip somewhere pretty and exciting. After Lori's vacation time ended and she had to go back to work, he'd send them back home and go off on his own world tour.

After the steam, he had a nice, relaxing shower and then went to tackle that which he had been pointedly avoiding the night before; the many notifications of sold things from Aldo's store. Nearly half the inventory he had put online had been snatched up. Some have even fetched prices many times larger then the asking one due to bidding wars. Jamie got dressed and drove into town. He parked at the end of Aldo's street and took his laptop with him.

As he was walking closer to the store, he stretches his Jedi senses into it and felt Aldo's excitement and glee. Puzzled and intrigued by the curmudgeonly old man's child-like mood, Jamie hurried along. He peered into the store and saw that Aldo's back was turned to the door. He was working on something with zeal. Jamie used the Force to very quietly open the front door and prevent the bell from ringing. He crept closer to the old man and peeked over his shoulder at what he was doing. Aldo was busy fitting brass trimmings to a clock face. He was making a steampunkesque clock. Jamie nodded in appreciation. It was a beautiful piece.

Aldo moved to the side to reach for a tool and finally spotted his silent observer. "Aaaaaah," he screamed at seeing Jamie right next to him. He grasped his chest and nearly collapsed. Jamie could sense the man wasn't in real distress, so he just grinned at him. "What in the name of... how did you get in here," Aldo demanded, when he finally caught his breath. He sat down behind the counter and asked, "Why didn't I hear the doorbell?"

"I bribed it," Jamie said, smirking in delight at having caught the old fart unawares.

"Bribed it," Aldo parroted in disbelief.

Jamie smirked at the pale, old man for a while longer, but soon, his interest was more on the clock Aldo had been working on. "This is a beautiful piece," he said. "Nicely decorated."

"It isn't finished," Aldo said.

"Are you going to keep this mechanism in the back," Jamie asked.

Aldo's face went from shaken to befuddled in an instant. "Well, of course I'm going to keep the clock mechanism in the clock," he said, annoyed at the very question, "it wouldn't be much of a clock without a clock mechanism, now, would it?"

Jamie shrugged and drew his features out in an expression of doubt. "I just thought you'd like to go all the way and make a genuine steampunk timepiece," he said, "and not this. This is a regular clock with fancy trimmings attached to it." Jamie held up his hand to preempt Aldo's retort. "It's very pretty, I'll give you that. But, if you were to put an actual timekeeping mechanism of valves and levers behind the trimmings, you'd be making a true work of art and you'd fetch a much higher price for it."

Aldo's face fell a bit and Jamie faintly sensed the man's regret. "I know what you mean," he said. He opened the lowest drawer behind the counter and pulled out some catalogues and books. He paged through them with longing and admiration and Jamie saw they were all focused on elaborate, self-standing timepieces. The clocks were works of art that kept accurate time, if regularly wound up, and provided a big show whenever the hour was full. The mechanisms would chime and figurines would spin and dance. They were to Aldo's many cuckoo clocks what Ferraris and Porches were to a beat up old clunker. "Ever since I was a boy, I wanted to make things like this." Aldo shook his head sadly. "But I never got the chance." Jamie felt bad for the man. "The market for such things of beauty was too small and too exclusive for me to join in." He looked up at Jamie with sadness in his eyes. "I've been dabbling with steampunk when I first heard of it. I thought it a nice, low budget version of my dreams. A different aesthetic, but an aesthetic, all the same. I got nowhere with it."

Jamie gave the clock Aldo was working on a critical squint. "I think I know where you've failed," he said. Aldo shot him an unappreciative look. "You're trying to just adopt the look, instead of the whole philosophy." Aldo rolled his eyes at the statement. "If we were to take out this mechanism and devise one of our own and make it keep accurate time, people would want it. They'd get into a frenzied bidding war over it."

"Oh, yes," Aldo said, his tone of voice weary, "I bet they would. And where would I hold this auction?"

"Online," Jamie said. He opened up his laptop and turned it on.

"Not this silly internet thing," Aldo complained. "I don't understand why you young people waste your time on computers when the real world is so full of wonders and actual people."

"In the past 24 hours, I've sold half of your current stock online," Jamie said. He flipped open his laptop and showed Aldo the prices reached.

Aldo put on his reading glasses and leaned in to read. After a few moments of stunned gaping at Jamie's computer screen, he broke into a grin. "I love the internet," he said. "So many possibilities!"

Jamie smirked and said, "Tell you what, old-timer! Let's pack all this up for shipping and then I'll show you how to make a superb steampunk clock. We'll put it online and see what price it reaches."

"All right," Aldo said. "And if it sells for more than twice what it costs us to make it, then you're hired!"

"Hey, hey," Jamie said, "wait a minute! I'm not looking for a job."

"Well, I'm offering a job," Aldo said. He gestured at his laptop. "This has already saved me from having to take out a loan to pay my heating bill this winter. If you come to work for me, I'll teach you everything I know about fixing clocks, watches, appliances and restoring antiques. Of course, if you do come to work for me, given my shop's workload, we'd probably spend most of our time making steampunk clocks and computers and whatnot. What do you say, young man?"

Jamie ran his fingers through his hair. If his mother had been present, she'd jump for joy at the offer. He stared at Aldo's hopeful expression as he made his decision. "All right," he said. Aldo let out a great big laugh in delight and jumped out of his seat to hug Jamie. "But there are conditions!" Aldo paused, still delighted. "You are to fix all the bureaucracy for me and you are to do it one hundred percent legally!"

"Of course," Aldo said. "Legal, above board and in record time, you'll see!"

"And," Jamie continued, holding a finger up in front of Aldo's face to stop him from hugging, "we are to work as equal partners. I don't work for you, I work with you. You start treating me like the hired help, I walk out the door. Got it?"

Aldo wilted a bit but kept his smile on. "Please, that goes without saying," he said. "We are both gentlemen, aren't we?"

Jamie thought it strange that Aldo would confer gentleman status on him, what with the whole town thinking he was fucking Laura and Alessandra at the same time, but he shrugged and said, "And I'm only going to work with you until the summer. I'll be gone by August."

Aldo shrugged and held out a hand. "Reasonable terms," he said. "Welcome, partner!" They shook hands. "Let's pack up the small items for shipping! Later, I'll go to a lawyer and have a contract drafted and get to work on the paperwork for the visa and the work permit."

"Alright," Jamie said. He had to leave the store pretty soon and rent a trailer to hitch to the back of his X5. First, he had to haul packing materials to the store and then he had to haul several trailers full of things to the post office. Several of the large appliances were bought by people in the surrounding townships and Jamie drove those appliances straight to their doorsteps. By the time he was done, the day was over and when he drove back to the A-D Repairs and Restorations, Aldo was locking up for the night. They agreed to get to work on their steampunk clock bright and early tomorrow morning. They shook hands and parted ways.

All Jaime had to eat the whole day was a lousy sandwich he had bought at a gas station while he was making deliveries. He was starving. He sighed and walked to the town square. He paused in front of the trattoria. He left yesterday, early in the morning and promised to be back that night. Here he was, almost a full day late, and he didn't know what kind of a reception he'd get inside. He steeled himself and walked in.

Alessandra was the first to spot him. He sensed her delight even before he saw her. She set down the bowl she was carrying and ran to him. She threw herself into his arms, nearly making them both topple over. He grunted at the impact and held her in his arms as she kissed the side of his neck. "Nice to see you, too," he said. Alessandra stood on her own two feet and he loosened his grasp on her. She stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the mouth. The kiss was almost chaste, but the mostly male patrons seated around the long tables made catcalls and whistled, nonetheless. Alessandra blushed. Jamie smirked at her discomfort and bent down to kiss her properly. His tongue drove her to distraction and she nearly cupped his crotch in public.

The patrons made their approval of the kiss known. Jamie then sensed Laura's mind in the kitchen. She heard the commotion and was worried that someone was molesting her child. Alessandra was the only server working the dinner crowd. Laura stormed out of the kitchen, her brow drawn down in a fierce expression. Jamie had no doubt that her magic was already at work, conjuring up something nasty for the idiot that dared touch her little girl. As he was currently holding both hands on the small of Alessandra's back, he was feeling a bit nervous.

When her eyes locked with his, the fire in them didn't go out, but changed from an overtly aggressive into a deeply smoldering one. He gulped all the same. She gave a pointed look at all the patrons in her establishment and then went back into her kitchen, giving him a furtive wink. Jamie couldn't believe his luck. Both of them were thrilled to see him and didn't give him any crap about yesterday. Alessandra seated him and brought him the very best her mother had made that day. Jamie sat and ate but couldn't stop himself from glaring at the patrons' leering looks. They made inappropriate comments about Alessandra's body and even about Laura's cooking. He just glared at them. Pretty soon, they started shutting up and leaving.

The place was soon empty and Alessandra went to the front door to lock up. Laura brought out some tiramisu for Jamie and she sat next to him. "The whole city knows," she said.

"I'm sorry about that," he said.

Laura shrugged. "Don't worry about it," she said.

"Won't people boycott this place," Jamie asked.

Laura snorted dismissively in reply. "Shows you're not Italian," she said.

"Back where I'm from," Jamie said, "people would actually do that."

"Well, thankfully," Alessandra said, hugging him from behind, "you're not in that barbaric part of the world anymore and you are here, in civilization." She started kissing the back of his neck. He couldn't stop himself from giggling at the ticklish sensations. "We can be as loud as we want tonight, I've made sure everything is closed shut and locked."

Laura smiled warmly at Jamie. "You two go on up and have fun," she said. "I've got some more work to do down here, to make the place ready for tomorrow." Alessandra didn't need to be told twice. She seized Jamie's hand and began pulling on it to get him to stand up and follow. "And later, after you've given my daughter your all, I'll give you some more so you can give it to me." Laura's sultry smile left Jamie with no doubts as to what he'll be doing the whole night long.

"Can't he sleep in my bed, tonight," Alessandra pleaded. She sounded to Jamie like a teenager begging for a bigger allowance, not like a young woman negotiating the details of their sex lives.

"Only until you fall asleep," Laura said. "Then, he's mine for the rest of the night." She stood and went back into the kitchen, ending the discussion. 

Jamie noted that Alessandra wasn't thrilled at the response, but she smiled at him, all the same. He wasn't entirely sure how he felt about the two of them talking about his sexual services like he had no business weighing in on the discussion, but his cock was rock hard in his pants and he was so relieved that they didn't try to poison him, or worse, that he let the young girl lead him upstairs without protest.

They kissed and undressed each other, letting their hands run wild across the other's skin. She had him sit down on her bed and knelt before him. She smiled up at his face and put her fingers on his erection. "Let's see if I remember my lesson," she playfully said before engulfing the head of his cock with her shapely lips. Jamie had to concede that she indeed had remembered her lesson and was probably getting some pointers from someone else, as well. He came in her mouth and they snowballed his cum between them.

Then he lay her down on the bed and ate her out, taking the time to visit every part of her sex organ. He caressed her inner thighs with his cheeks. He nipped at her outer lips with his lips. He licked at her inner lips and then penetrated her as far as his tongue would go. He sucked on her clit and flicked his tongue over it. His hands massaged her mons and buttocks during all of this. She came five times in quick succession and nearly passed out in pleasure. Jamie worked his jaw to ease the cramps in it and then lifted himself above her. She grabbed his hard cock and pulled it towards her core. He fucked her for half an hour more and then they both fell asleep in each other's arms, thoroughly exhausted by all the pleasure.

He awoke feeling completely refreshed. Laura was standing over him, her face split by a wide smile. He glanced at the clock. He had been asleep for less than an hour. Laura nodded her head and said, "Come on." He started to gently slide out from under Alessandra's body, but Laura just shoved her daughter off him. "She's asleep and she'll stay that way for the rest of the night. Come on!"

"Did you spell your own daughter?" 

"Just a little," she said. "Just like you." He looked down and noted his cock was hard as a rock. "Do you mind?" Jamie shook his head no. "Good! Now, come on!" She grabbed him by the cock and started to pull him out of her daughter's bed and into her own bedroom. Once they stumbled there, she knelt before him and said, "Tonight, we're going to do something I haven't done in a decade."

Jamie had no time to guess what she meant as she swallowed his cock all the way to the back of her mouth. She swallowed a few times and teased him with the possibility of entering her throat. He had to bite his lip to suppress his instinctive urge to grab her head and force his cock down her throat. He wasn't sure if she'd like that or not, so he held off with the last of his willpower. She slid her head off his cock and repeated the motion three more times. She pulled her head back and looked up at his face. "Not in the mood for anything rough tonight," she asked.

"Well... uh..." Before he could say, "yes, please", she took a small container off her nightstand.

"That's ok," she said. "I've made this." She opened the container and showed him what's in it. "I whipped it myself." He realized it was whipped cream. She took a big dollop with her fingers and started to smear it on the topside of his cock. He smiled at the feeling. The cream was cool and slimy on his shaft. Laura soon lapped up the cream, sucking his most sensitive flesh clean. The flickers of her hot tongue as she licked up the cream were amazing. He stood there and passively endured her attentions. At last, he spewed his cream into her willing mouth. She swallowed it up and then licked the head of his cock come more. Her eyes were burning a hole into his, the whole time. 

Finally, she reached down towards her crotch with one hand. Her wild eyes flickered shut as she fingered herself. She brought her hand back up and let go of his cock. She stood up and put her fingers before his face. He sucked them into his mouth and tasted her juices. He made appreciative noises as his tongue ran lightly over the tips of her fingers. She smiled and said, "And now, for your treat." She took the second container off the nightstand and handed it to him. As he struggled to open it in his lustful state, she used her magic to make all of her buttons pop. She slid out of her shirt and skirt with a shrug. He opened the container and saw it had a bit of a white cream in it that smelled faintly of mint.

Laura shrugged out of her bra and his attention was rooted firmly on her large, firm breasts. She pressed her tits into his bare chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Put that in my ass," she said. His eyebrows rose. "It's a special lubricant I've made. Just rub it into my asshole and see what it does to me!"

Jamie didn't need any more urging. He seized her body and tossed her onto the bed. He rolled her over onto her stomach and lifted her hips high. He grabbed the band of her thong panties with his teeth and slid them down her ass. "Rip them off," she yelled. He did so. He set the container on the bed next to her and used both his hands to massage her ass. "Don't tease. Just put it in me!" He spread her cheeks, got a big dollop of cream from the container and started to gently smear it across her asshole. She moaned and wriggled and he had to hold her still with one hand. He used the fingers of the other hand to start to push the cream into her ass. Her sphincter opposed his entry at first, but quickly loosened and allowed him to start working his finger in and out, spreading the cream everywhere. "More! More!" He obliged and put even more cream on her ass and then started to slide two and then three fingers in and out of her asshole.

Laura grabbed a condom from her nightstand and ripped open the packaging. She got on her knees and turned around to fit it over his cock. "Fuck me," she said, looking him in the eye as she finished rolling the condom down the length of his dick. He nodded. She turned back around and lowered her upper body to the mattress. He took a second to admire the way her pussy was peeking out from between her thighs and the way her asshole was winking at him. After that second, he seized her hips and positioned his cock at the entrance of her bowels. Since she had flirted with the idea of rough sex while she had swallowed his cock, he slammed himself into her bowels. Her asshole immediately gave way and she groaned. He let off a bit and then slammed himself all the way into her. She went rigid in his grasp and he paused. Quickly, she started to moan in protest. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Right in the ass!"

Needing no further encouragement or invitation, Jamie began to pound her tight, but very slippery, ass in earnest. She slammed herself back into his body as hard as she could. Very soon, she began to shriek in orgasm. He kept pounding her hard. He reached over to her tits with one hand and her dripping wet pussy with the other. She responded to his touch by cumming almost instantly and then bucked herself backwards into him even harder. He came into the condom and she came yet again. After that, she jumped out of his grasp, slipped the condom off his cock and lay back. Her legs were spread and Jamie noted her pussy was swollen red and leaking fluids all over the sheets. "Now fuck my pussy all night long," she ordered.




A-Cup Angst Ch. 13



Jamie did exactly that. Her spell kept him hard and replenished his fluids so he fucked her for more than an hour, cumming at least nine times. Her pussy was so wet and so tight, she experienced no discomfort from the extended session. She orgasmed every few minutes during the first half hour, but then started to climax the whole time during the second half hour. The session ended when she literally passed out in pleasure. Jamie rolled her over and spooned her, his cock finally tiring out. He wrapped his arms around her and fell asleep.

He awoke to an empty, but still warm bed. His hand reached out, blindly searching for her warm body and he groaned when he touched nothing but empty sheets. "Sleep," she said from beside the bed.

He rolled over and squinted at her. She was buttoning her shirt, having already donned her skirt and hose. "Why are you up at this ungodly hour," he asked.

"I have a business to run and plenty of energy to burn," she said, flashing a wicked smile. 

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "Don't you ever rest? Do you cook all the time?"

"I take as much free time as I want, when I want it," she said. "Don't you worry about it." She leaned over him and lowered her head to his until her hair framed both their faces. "You stay here with Alessandra. I've given her the morning off. I'll be back after the morning pickups and then we'll do something about your haircut."

"My what?"

She stood up and ran her fingers through the shaggy pile of hair atop his head. It was a tangled mess and her fingers nearly got caught in it. "Maybe we'll dye those grays," she said. "You have far too many of them for someone your age."

"Consequences of a hard life," he said. She nodded in sympathy. "What happened last night?"

"Oh, you mean this," she said, holding up the container with the cream he had spread over her ass. "This is a little concoction I make and sell whenever I need a little money on the side. You spread a little of it on any woman's asshole and she becomes madly aroused in just a few seconds. The arousal lasts for as long as a few hours. The concoction is only good for two days after I make it and I made a whole lot of it yesterday evening. I'll just leave it right here." She gave him a wicked smile. "Maybe you can use it on my daughter later this morning." Jamie blinked at her in surprise. "You kids have fun!" She winked at him and left the room.

Jamie lay back in bed after she left. He debated with himself over whether or not to get up and go to work. He was supposed to be there at nine. He lay back in bed and stretched, enjoying every second of his much needed rest. He slowly started dozing off again, heedless of his obligations. He awoke with a start and came face to face with Alessandra. She was wearing her cute, little smile and nothing else. He gazed down her body in appreciation and then reached out to caress her. They kissed and tangled their limbs together. They touched one another, exploring each other's sensitive areas with as much care as if they had never done so before. "Do you want to go to your bed," Jamie asked her between kisses, when he sensed her arousal reach its peek.

She smiled and shook her head no. He rolled atop her and fucked her slowly. His erection was firm and steady and he plowed her with a steady rhythm for ten minutes, quickly driving her to the brink of orgasm and keeping her on the edge without letting her cross over. Finally, he bit down on her nipples, making her yelp in both pain and pleasure, and sped up his thrusts. She started cumming almost continuously until she could handle no more pleasure. He came in her and roared his delight.

They lay in Laura's bed, just breathing on one another's skin and enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking. Jamie reached over and picked up his phone to check the time. He groaned and said, "I have to go."

"No, you don't," she protested, half asleep.

"I have to go to work," he said and started to lay a line of kisses down her spine. She let out a moan in appreciation. When he came to her ass, he slapped one buttock and bit the other, making her jump up and squeal before she started laughing. He got off the bed and went to her room to get dressed again. He realized he stank of sex and dropped his clothes to go into Alessandra's bathroom to wash up. He had barely turned the shower on and adjusted the temperature to his liking before she showed up.

She stepped under the spray with him and quickly went down to her knees. His cock sprang up at the mere sight of the young beauty at his feet. She took him into her mouth and sucked him to full hardness. She bobbed her face up and down the head of his cock, using one hand to caress his sack and the other to pump his shaft. Just the sight of her cute, innocent face eagerly bobbing up and down his cock was enough to make him cum. The wriggling of her tongue on his sensitive underside was just icing on the cake. Despite having been thoroughly fucked out just minutes ago in her mother's bed, he barely had the time to warn her of his imminent orgasm. "Here I come," he called out. She stopped and looked up into his eyes as he spurted his seed upon her tongue. When he was finished, his shaft quickly softened and slipped out of her mouth. She made a face and then swallowed. She winced at the taste and then stuck her tongue out for his inspection.

He smoothed back her hair and said, "You don't have to swallow if you don't want to. Just the blowjob is more than enough." She gave him a smile in response. "Now, come on, get up and help me wash! I'm late enough as it is." She helped him shower, dry off and get dressed, remaining a naked distraction the whole time. "Get dressed before you catch a cold." He kissed her goodbye and jogged to Aldo's shop.

"You're late," Aldo greeted him. 

Jamie stood in the door and ignored the accusatory tone in Aldo's voice. He let himself enjoy the sight of the workshop that was again resembling a workshop, particularly the space behind the counter. It used to be occupied by unsold appliances, but now it was the space which tools and workstations occupied. "Good morning, Aldo," Jamie said. "Ready to get to work?"

"I've been ready since the start of working hours," Aldo said. "You've kept me waiting."

Jamie ignored the provocations in the man's voice and got down to business, explaining to him how they can make a unique and precise mechanism of levers, valves and springs that would keep time. Aldo expressed more than a few doubts at Jamie's claims, but Jamie knew he could do it. The Force would guide him. It was the artistic side of things that he was bothered with. That was the part where he needed Aldo's input. After an hour of discussions and drawing crude diagrams, the two came to a basic agreement of what equipment and materials they'd need. Aldo went out to procure the items needed and Jamie remained behind to mind the store. He used the time to meditate on how exactly he was going to make a big mechanism that would keep exact time. His initial design was crude, it even included a small container for oil for the gears. He needed to refine it some more, there was plenty of room for improvement.

His meditation was interrupted by the sensations of a desperate need. He opened his eyes and saw a bald, middle aged man haul a very large and very heavy looking old television set. The man stopped in the middle of the street right outside the shop and looked around himself. When he looked in the direction of the shop, Jamie sensed his mood change to ecstatic, so he guessed that the man meant to bring the veteran TV set in for repairs. He jumped up and ran to open the door. The man carried the massive TV set in without even acknowledging Jamie's presence. He set the TV down on the counter and sighed in relief. His breath was short as he said, "Are you Aldo?"

"No, I'm his partner, Jamie."

"Can you fix this," the haggard-looking man asked, pointing at the TV. Jamie sensed the man's mood was getting desperate.

"What's wrong with it," Jamie asked.

"It," the man said and floundered for words. "It... It... It just doesn't work as good as it used to. It just doesn't! I've been everywhere! They don't know how to fix these old TVs. They said only you can. You need to fix it! Please! You have to fix it!" 

The man was becoming obviously hysterical so Jamie said, "Of course sir, we'll get it fixed for you!"

The man nearly collapsed in relief at hearing those words. "And it'll work exactly as it did before?"

"Yes, sir," Jamie said. He didn't know what was wrong with the TV, but he felt confident he could fix it. The Force was a powerful ally, after all. And besides, he didn't have it in him to quash the man's desperate hopes. He looked like he was about to cum in his shorts after Jamie said yes.

"Thank you, thank you," the man said. "It's special. Very special. It's very special."

"If you could just leave me with your contact information," Jamie said, holding up the ledger. The man gave him his name, cellphone number and insisted he only call him between one and four p.m. Jamie raised an eyebrow but nodded and made a note of it in the ledger. The man left the shop shortly after that and Jamie sensed the enormous sense of relief that was coursing through the man's mind. He shrugged and decided to take a look at the TV itself. He plugged it in and turned it on. The TV didn't work at all. Jamie sighed and began to remove the back cover. He looked at the innards and was baffled by them. The parts were all there, but they were connected in a way that made no sense at all. He let himself feel them with the Force. After a few moments of uncertainty, the Force told him of the strange wiring in the device. It had been rewired at some point and nearly all the components had been bypassed by the process. The TV was unfunctional by design.

Jamie made a face in surprise. As he explored the device, it became clear to him that there was a purpose to the rewiring. There was a gemstone in the back of the device and the cathode ray tube was meant to project not the signal coming from the antenna, but rather whatever was emitted by the gem itself. The speakers were wired to magnify any sound coming from the gem, too. The gem itself was supposed to be illuminated by a very strange device that was directly behind it. He couldn't see how that was done, no matter how hard he focused on it. He was just about to give up when he remembered the TV set was broken. Whatever the device had been, it was no longer functional and probably not even whole any more.

His face set in a grim cast. The illumination device and the gem must have been magical in nature. Jamie knew well what sort of thoughts could be hiding inside gems. He had stored thought patterns for his robots and A.I. in them, back in the day. He decided to remove the gem and the remnants of the device from the guts of the TV set and fix it to be a normal TV again. He carefully removed the items in question, using only his telekinesis. He didn't want to risk touching the things with his bare hands. They had been magical in nature and there was no telling what consequences that could have. He moved them into separate bags that he tied shut and then stored the bags into a small, cardboard box, left over from all the packaging materials he had bought yesterday. He stowed the box in the back room and resolved to bring the things to Laura's later today and have her see what they were and how best to dispose of them safely.

In the meanwhile, he got to work fixing the TV. He was half done when Aldo showed up, toting bags of metal and other supplies he got from the hardware store and a scrap collector he knew. The two of them finished work on the TV, much more slowly now that Jamie could no longer use the Force to do the repairs, and then resumed their discussion of their clock project. Jamie checked the online sales and packed up a few more items that were sold and Aldo called the TV's owner as it was past one p.m.

Aldo and Jamie had just about started to shape the cylinders for the steampunk clock when the TV's owner showed up. Jamie had sensed him approaching, full of hope and expectation. When Aldo turned the TV on and demonstrated the crystal clear image and sound, the man was consumed by horror. His face was a picture of shock. "Did you ruin it," he whispered.

"What was that," Aldo said.

"Nothing, nothing," the man said. Jamie could sense such fear and doubt consuming his thoughts. As near as he could tell, the man wanted to desperately test and see if the TV still worked. Jamie surmised the man had known the TV was magical. He must have been using the magical properties of the strange device and gem that had been in the back of it. The man picked it up from the counter but was stopped by Aldo's hand on his shoulder.

"There is still the small matter of payment," Aldo said.

The man set the TV back down and said, "Of course." He took out his wallet, consulted the bill Aldo presented him with and handed over the money. Aldo opened his register. "Keep the change!" The man picked up the TV again.

"I can't do that," Aldo said and held out the exact change towards the man. "I am a repairman, not a waiter!" The man made an exasperated face and rolled his eyes. He set the TV down once again and took his change. After that he left with Jamie holding the door open for him. Jamie could sense the man's burning need to bring the TV back to his house and turn it back on.

Aldo and Jamie decided to take a lunch break. Aldo took out the bag which contained his lunch and Jamie went to trattoria Rossi. He brought the box with the gem and device with him. Alessandra immediately spotted Jamie and ran to give him a hug and a kiss. After they made out for a minute, she sat him down and went to bring him the best dishes of the day. Jamie asked her to send her mother out as well. She nodded yes.

Laura came out of the kitchen and looked around. She saw Jamie and set a bowl of delicious smelling stew in front of him. He gave her the box and told her about its contents and she promised to examine the contents, using her family's table. She refrained from any public display of affection with him, again due to the many patrons around them and went back into her kitchen. Jamie had a great lunch and went back to work, after kissing Alessandra goodbye.

Aldo and he worked on the clock without any interruptions for the rest of the day. They finished it and left it to work so they could test how accurate the timekeeping mechanism really was. Aldo refused to sell anything that was not an accurate timepiece, citing his reputation once more. Jamie rolled his eyes but agreed to leave the clock running for a week to test its accuracy. He had meditated on it and examined it with the Force. He felt confident the unorthodox mechanism would be as precise as that of any clock or wristwatch. It was late in the afternoon when they parted ways.

Jamie drove to his mother's house and had a shower and a change of clothes. He told her he'd be staying at the Rossis' that night and left, kissing her goodbye. When he got to the trattoria, Andrea was the only one working. He was cooking and serving at the same time. He was running around in such a rush that he didn't even have the time to answer Jamie's question about where the Rossi women were. Jamie reached out with his Jedi senses and felt their minds upstairs. His jaw dropped when he sensed Laura's mind completely consumed by lust. She had been very lustful after he had slipped her cream into her ass, but now, she was far more lustful than that. Alessandra's mind was as lustful as Laura's had been the night before.

Jamie's skin covered in goose bumps as he realized he could sense no one else with them upstairs. The two women were in the attic and they were having sex and there was no one else with them. Jamie's cock got rock hard in his pants, an understandable reaction to the revelation, but a nagging feeling of unease was nibbling away at the edge of his consciousness. Neither Laura nor Alessandra had ever felt even the slightest bit of incestuous inclinations in his presence before. He began to suspect their current sexual situation may not have been consensual. He stopped standing by the stairs like a useless tit and took them, two at a time. He was in the attic in seconds. The sight that greeted him made him gasp.

Laura and Alessandra were on the floor, 69ing one another with Alessandra on top. They were climaxing almost continuously and they moaned their orgasms into the other's pussy, setting off her orgasm in turn. Both of them had their fingers deep into both the holes of the other woman, working them in and out in a frenzied rhythm. Jamie could see and smell the minty cream covering Alessandra's asshole. "What's going on, here," he asked.

He sensed Laura's lust filled mind take notice of him and her decision to charm him into being her sex slave was so strong he sensed it as clearly as if it was his own thought. In an instant, he instinctually retreated into the calm place in the center of his mind and prevented himself from panicking. Time seemed to slow down. He saw Laura's hand slowly ease out of her daughter's pussy and perceived the intent behind the motion. She was going to cast on him. He had the space of a few heartbeats to prevent her. The Force stretched out and focused on the suspects for this incestuous behavior. He sensed the objects at the first place he looked for them, atop the ancient table. The Force sent them flying from the table and into the hall, where the gem and the device both shattered upon impact with the wall.

Laura's casting faltered and her mind started entertaining thoughts and feelings other than lust. Soon, she felt disgust at her actions and stopped. Alessandra was still eating out her mother with zeal and Laura was forced to endure another orgasm. "How can I help," Jamie asked Laura, when she stopped shuddering in orgasm.

Alessandra's head shot up and she looked at him with lust in her eyes. "You can come fuck us," she said, her fingers still plunging in and out of her mother's nethers.

"Fuck her," Laura said. "Distract her."

Jamie nodded and stepped in close. He undid his zipper and pulled out his hard cock. Alessandra smiled, consumed by lust, and raised her head to engulf his manhood with her lips. She bobbed her face up and down his shaft, taking it all the way into the back of her mouth. Jamie couldn't help but groan at the sensations. When the girl took his cock into her throat, his knees nearly buckled.

"Get her off me," Laura groaned and came yet again.

Jamie rallied his mind and fought through the lust and arousal. He pushed Alessandra's head off his cock and bent over to gather her arms. He picked her up to take her away from her mother and the girl started kicking and struggling to break free of his grasp and get back to making love to her mother. As he held Alessandra still, Laura got up and seized her daughter's face in her hand. She took a few seconds to concentrate and then looked deep into her eyes. Jamie could sense the lust in Alessandra's mind lessen. She was still wildly aroused, but her attentions were no longer aimed at her mother. She began to mould her body backwards into Jamie's. Her ass was rubbing all over his exposed cock.

"I put my cream in her ass," Laura gasped, still trying to catch her breath. "She's going to be like this for an hour more. Please, help her."

"Yes," Alessandra groaned lustily, "help me, Jamie!"

Jamie nodded to Laura and half carried, half dragged Alessandra down to her room. He fucked her for as long as he could and then fingered and ate her out until her supernatural arousal finally faded away. He held the girl in his arms as she finally passed out with exhaustion. He waited until she fell into a deep sleep and then gently extracted himself from her bed. He got dressed and found Laura in the attic. She was sitting at the red and silver table. Her eyes were red and puffy.




A-Cup Angst Ch. 14



By the time November rolled around, Jamie's life in Tuscany had settled into a nice routine. He'd get up in the morning and, depending on where he had spent the night, he'd either have breakfast with his family, or he'd have sex with the Rossi women and then have breakfast. After that, he'd go to the shop and get to work with Aldo. Aldo kept nagging him about coming in late after spending the night at the Rossis, but he didn't really mind it as their shared work was both pleasing and lucrative. The two of them made steampunk clocks, computers, appliances, telephones, even cellphones and sold them all online for a tidy profit. They still handled appliance repairs and even the odd antique restoration, from time to time, but making their steampunk creations was both their bread and butter and the release to their creative impulses. Jamie expanded their services into fixing electronics as well and that was in high demand, making the store even more profitable.

Jamie didn't really need the money, since he was still a millionaire, but he kept taking his share as it made for a great cover story for all that he could afford. Aldo was quickly climbing out from under the pile of debt his failing business had been generating for the past few years and that was the main reason the strict and principled man tolerated Jamie's sporadic tardiness.

Jamie would take his lunch break in the afternoon, after everyone else, and he'd always take it at Trattoria Rossi. Sometimes, one, or both, of the girls would drag him upstairs for a quickie. After some more time spent at work, Jamie would always go back to the trattoria and have dinner with the girls. Then, depending on everyone's schedule, he'd either stay with them and talk and make love until late in the night, or he'd go to his mother's place and spend the evening with his family. 

Fridays and Saturdays were always swamped at the trattoria, so he'd spend them with his family, but on Sundays the trattoria was closed and he'd spend the whole day and night with the Rossi girls. They'd go to Pisa and see a movie, or do some shopping, and then retire home for an evening of carnal delight.

Each day, Jamie made a point of stealing an hour for himself, to work on his Force abilities and PTSD treatments. He also worked out twice a day to convert all the delicious food Laura made for him into hard muscle. He built up his body and now looked fit to pose for a nude statue of a greek god. If he had not adopted such an intensive exercise regime, he'd be hauling around some twenty-five pounds of fat located over his stomach.

It was a great life, Jamie had to concede. He had all the great sex with two delightful women that he could handle, all the great food that the two of them would make for him and he had possibly the greatest job he had ever even heard of. He conceived of wacky things, made them true and then sold them for a lot of money, after first playing with them himself, under the pretext of testing them. His plans for touring the world were on the back burner and he was beginning to doubt he'd make use of them at all, when the time came.

His mother had definitely become very happy living in Tuscany, despite the nearly record breaking cold autumn that had slammed them with snowfall as early as October. She was dating her boss at the wine store and the two of them were spending more and more time together every day. Jamie had thoroughly investigated the man and found nothing wrong with him. All he had on his record was a string of parking tickets that he'd regularly pay. The man traveled to larger cities in Tuscany quite often on business and, once he got there, he seemed to have trouble telling where parking was and wasn't allowed. But, other than that, he was a regular guy with an ok sense of humor, so Jamie didn't interfere with their relationship. He even kept his distance from it, after he had once walked into his mother's house and sensed her mind in the throes of ecstasy as her boss boyfriend was fucking her. It made Jamie want to crack open his own skull and pour bleach into it to get rid of the memory, but he meditated and learned to handle it. He also decided to keep his senses to himself, from then on.

Suzie was delighted as she was getting the run of the house more and more often, what with Jamie spending most of his time at casa Rossi and her mother going out and staying over at her boyfriend's often. The house became a hangout spot for the girls in her class and she was rapidly making her way to becoming the queen bee of their little school.

"Just remember, my little grasshopper," Jamie would say to her, "with great power comes great responsibility." She'd roll her eyes at him and mutter to herself about what a freak her big brother was. Jamie would smile at that. It meant they were still a family, despite their new circumstances.

Of course, happiness can't last forever and Jamie soon saw the fly land in his ointment. On the first Tuesday in November, the Sun finally broke through the gray, leaden clouds to sneak a peek at their sleepy, little town. Jamie was heading to the trattoria for lunch when he saw them. Three officers in gray uniforms were coming out of the trattoria, just as he was crossing the square. He gingerly extended his senses into their minds and was shocked to feel his telepathy blocked. He guessed they were part of the italian supernatural law enforcement. The three men got into a green jeep with the words "State Forestry Corps" painted on its side and drove off across the square, which was illegal, since the square was strictly a pedestrian traffic only zone.

Jamie dashed into the trattoria, looking for his girls. Laura was sitting at one of the tables. There was only one patron in the place, an elderly gentleman eating pasta in the back. Jamie knelt at Laura's feet and worriedly asked, "What's wrong?! Where's Alessandra!? Are you alright?!"

"Jamie," Laura said, "Jamie, calm down! Everything is alright. I'm fine. We're fine."

"Well, what's going on? Why were the cops just here?"

Alessandra came out of the kitchen, having heard Jamie's shouted questions and came over. Jamie and she hugged as Laura said, "They just wanted to ask some questions."

"About what," Jamie asked. "I know they were from the magical authorities. Did they come round to ask about me?"

"No," Laura said. "Don't worry about it. There are some suspicious animal attacks happening in the forest north of the city. They're just making the rounds and asking questions. No people have been hurt so far and that means they're not going to bend over backwards investigating."

The three of them sat down and Alessandra brought Jamie some lunch. She sat in his lap as he tried to eat it. "So, how are these attacks suspicious," he asked Laura.

Laura shrugged. "They didn't say," she said. "They came to ask questions, not answer them."

"Does this happen often," he asked.

Laura sighed and looked far into the distance. "I think it happened once before, when I was a little girl," she said, after a while. "I can't remember it clearly anymore, I was just starting school at the time, but I think I can remember my father warning me against going into the forest. I think the whole thing ended when a young man was killed in the woods."

Jamie patiently listened to her little trip down memory lane and then said, "I meant, do the cops come round to ask you questions often?"

"Oh, no," Laura said and chuckled. She read the concern on his face and waved it off. "Don't worry about it," she said. "It's standard procedure. Every time something happens, they go round and ask every caster in the area. It's just like when regular police go from door to door to ask people if they've seen anything. They were only here for ten minutes."

Jamie nodded at her answer and said, "And how often do they come to ask you if you've seen anything?"

Laura shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "Maybe once a year? Twice? It's so rare and harmless, I don't even pay attention to it."

"I just don't want a bunch of cops to start recognizing my face around here and asking any specific questions," Jamie said.

"Oh, don't worry," Laura said. "It's always a different bunch of cops from a different police force. I don't think I've ever been visited by the same cop twice." Laura got up and charged her leaving patron for his meal. He thanked her and slowly left, shooting envious looks at Jamie. Jamie stared him down and shot the back of his retreating head a few glares as well. "Anyway, I think I'll just lock up for an hour, or so. Let's go upstairs!"

Alessandra squealed in joy as Jamie picked her up and carried her up the stairs. Her mother followed them and they were in her bed in no time, stripping each other naked with frenzied, tugging movements. Laura blew him while Alessandra planted her sweet pussy on his face. After that, the girls made out with one another and fingered each other to orgasm. Watching them, Jamie recovered from shooting his load down Laura's throat enough to get back in the game. He plowed Alessandra's pussy while her mother was fingering her clit. Alessandra had orgasm after orgasm and finally had to beg them to stop. They set her aside and Jamie fucked Laura until they both came at the same time. The three of them lay in the bed, catching their breaths and fondling one another for the longest time. Jamie always felt like time stopped when he was in bed with the girls. Nothing but their skin mattered in those tender moments.

Pretty soon, Laura began to insist that she and Alessandra go back downstairs and re-open the trattoria. No amount of grumbling or pleading from Jamie could dissuade them. He watched them dress, enjoying the way their breasts bounced as they skipped to pull up their legwarmers. After they went downstairs, Jamie had no other option but to get dressed and go back to work.

On Thursday, he came to the trattoria for dinner, expecting to spend the whole night with the Rossi girls before they took their customary break over Friday and Saturday. When he came in, Alessandra greeted him with a kiss and sat him down. "I've kept this hidden, just for you," she said, as she served him a plate of pasta with mushroom sauce..

Jamie smiled and raised his eyebrows at her. "Oh, am I to take it this isn't on the menu for the lesser mortals," he asked her.

Alessandra laughed and said, "No, it isn't." She leaned in closer and whispered, "Andrea is cooking the dinner menu today and he is off his game. I think his girlfriend and he must be on the outs cause half the pasta is coming out overcooked."

"So, your mother is taking some time off upstairs," Jamie asked, looking forward to the idea of sodomizing her mother.

"She's entertaining guests," Alessandra said.

Jamie took a bite of the pasta and moaned in appreciation of the taste. After he swallowed his mouthful, he asked, "Guests?"

"Yes, an old friend from school and his wife." She was called away by a patron and Jamie ate his dinner, wondering who the guests upstairs were. He decided to sneak a peek and loosened his chokehold on his Jedi senses. He explored the upstairs, while slowly chewing his food. He sensed Laura, a man and a woman and he didn't like what he sensed in their minds. Laura was genuinely worried and quite concerned, and the man and woman that were with her were haunted and somewhat shell-shocked. Their minds felt like they were on the very brink of cracking under a terrible pressure. Jamie patiently probed and got the impression that someone, or something, was scaring them half to death on a regular basis.

Alessandra interrupted Jamie's scouting of the situation by plopping her delectable rear into his lap and kissing him. After making out for a few minutes, she had to tend to more customers so she reluctantly got out of his lap. Jamie finished his dinner and sat undecided at the long table. On the one hand, he didn't want anything to do with the problems of these new people Laura was "entertaining" upstairs. They felt serious enough to warrant police attention. Jamie certainly couldn't afford to have cops snooping around. On the other hand, Laura was genuinely concerned about the pair and their plight, whatever it was. It would behoove him to lend a hand.

Jamie's musings were cut short when he sensed Laura's mind clear up in determination and the couple started to feel some small measure of hope. Jamie sighed. Whatever it was, Laura had just gotten involved with it. He wiped his mouth with his napkin and stood up to go home. He decided he wasn't going to get involved with this matter, whatever it turned out to be.

Alessandra saw him putting on his coat to leave and rushed over to him. She hugged him tight and said, "Why are you leaving?"

"Well, I didn't want to intrude," Jamie said, "you know, with your mother's guests."

She blew a brief raspberry and said, "Nonsense. You and I are spending this night together."

Jamie smiled and kissed her. "When do you get off work?"

"We close up in a little over an hour," she said. "Go upstairs and get naked in my bed." She slipped out of his hug and shook a finger at him, admonishingly. "You and I haven't made love without my mother present for more than a week now." Jamie took a quick, telepathic survey of the trattoria and was relieved that no one had heard her. "You are starting to make me feel neglected. Do you love my mother more than me?"

"What? No! Of course not."

"Then prove it," she said. "Tonight, you and I are going to have some us time and my mother is not going to participate."

"Won't she be jealous?"

"I don't care," Alessandra said. "Officially, you are my boyfriend, not hers."

Jamie skipped over her use of the term "boyfriend" and said, "I don't want to come between the two of you. I'd hate it if you got into a fight over me."

She blew another raspberry at him and waved her hand dismissively. "You'd love it," she said, "and we both know it. Now, get your ass upstairs and into my bed, or I'll bite it off the next time I see it!"

"Yes, ma'am," Jamie said and jogged to the stairs.

"And no calling me ma'am," she called after him.

Jamie said, "Sir, yes, sir," before climbing up the stairs with a wide smile on his face. His smile vanished when he saw Laura and her guests in the upstairs living room. The man's face looked as white as a sheet and the short, swarthy and obviously pregnant woman sitting next to him looked like she'd be pale too, if only her complexion would allow it. "Good evening."

"Jamie, come in," Laura said and gestured next to herself on the couch, "sit down! Join us!" Jamie still had an hour before Alessandra was free, so he decided to sit with them for some of that time. "This is my good friend Emilio Rizzoli." Jamie and Emilio shook hands. Jamie noted the man's grip was faint, like his strength had been sapped from him. "And this is his wife, Dren." Jamie somehow managed to keep a straight face and not make a "Farscape" reference. He and the woman clasped hands. "This is Jamie Benson, he's my daughter's boyfriend."

Jamie sat back and forced a polite smile on his face. In the span of a few minutes, both the Rossi women had called him Alessandra's boyfriend, despite their agreement that their relationship was to remain a purely sexual one. He decided not to bring up this issue right now, in front of Laura's guests.

"We can continue our conversation," Laura said to her guests, "Jamie is in the know about things." Jamie frowned at hearing her say that. Obviously, these people were scared half to death over a matter of magic, or she wouldn't have said that.

"Ah, good," Emilio said and relaxed, somewhat.

"But I don't want to intrude," Jamie said. "If this is something you'd prefer to discuss with Laura alone, I can just leave you to it."

Emilio and Dren looked at each other and then shot Laura a questioning look. Laura put her hand over Jamie's forearm and leaned towards him, saying, "I'd appreciate it if you stayed and gave us your take on this matter." She squeezed his forearm and he noted the meaningful look in her eyes. It was almost pleading in its nature. He conceded to her unspoken request with the slightest of nods.

Jamie sat back and relaxed in his chair. "Well, all right," he said. "Tell me what's going on and I'll give you my opinion!"

Emilio sighed and wiped his face, looking utterly lost, for a moment. Dren brought his hand to her mouth and kissed it. She rubbed it in support. Emilio smiled at her and then turned to Jamie. "My family is... special," he reluctantly said. "During the many centuries they have lived here, there were many witches born into our bloodline. No one has been born with magic since my great-uncle but..." He gave a look at his wife's tummy. "My family commanded great respect in the old days. Several of my ancestors were high advisors to the Grand Dukes of Tuscany and... Oh, I shouldn't bother you with the details. Suffice it to say, my family has a high opinion of itself." Emilio shot Jamie a long suffering look. "A very, very high opinion of themselves.

"I don't know when it all had started, but it became an obsession in my family that we only marry and breed with the most suitable of mates, either to increase the chances of conceiving a magically gifted heir, or to advance our family's social position and wealth. My wife Dren," he kissed her hand, "is not considered adequate by the idiot standards of my family." Jamie had enough manners to leave the question of why unasked. "She is Albanian and only the purest of Italians are considered worthy, you see."

"Wait," Jamie said. "You're married and about to have a baby and they're only objecting now?"

Emilio barked out a nervous laugh and said, "Forgive me. I have been dealing with my family since I was born, sometimes I forget to explain myself. You see, my family is dead."

Jamie glanced at the window behind the man and half expected to see the flash of lightning and hear the roar of thunder, like in a horror movie. When none appeared, he said, "Dead?"

"Yes," Emilio said, nodding, "My mother and I are the only two living members of my family. Everyone else is dead."

"Everyone?"

"Yes, their high standards for breeding mates have resulted in all but my branch of the family tree dying out."

"And the dead relatives are, um," Jamie said and paused for words, "uh, objecting?"

Emilio nodded and seemed glad that Jamie was understanding his situation. "Yes," he said. "The spirits of my deceased caster ancestors are watching over me to make sure that their bloodline and legacy stay unsoiled and..." Emilio paused and turned to his wife, leaning in, kissing her hands and whispering concerned questions in her ear. Jamie could sense the man was worried sick she'd get fed up with the supernatural bullshit and leave him altogether. He could also sense that Dren would rather die that go back to whatever her life was before Emilio came along. Considering how shell-shocked they both looked, Jamie thought that dying was a real option.

Jamie shot Laura a questioning look and she gestured for patience. Emilio kissed his wife and then resumed talking. "The matter at hand started when we had first been pregnant. Dren had a miscarriage late in the pregnancy, completely out of the blue." Jamie had to bite the inside of his cheek and retreat into his calm center to prevent himself from grinning at hearing her name. It simply wouldn't do to grin at the woman while her traumas were being discussed. "My mother said it was because our ancestors are opposed to us having a child. The doctors were able to save Dren and we are again blessed with a child. It's a miracle." The two of them shared a tearful look. "But the nightmare had just started. My family's estate is next to the forest, just north of the city. We own the vineyards there." Emilio paused and shot Jamie an expectant look.




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Jamie realized that Emilio has in fact inherited some of his family's pride and was awaiting some kind of confirmation of his importance. "Um, yes, I've seen them," Jamie said. "They're quite beautiful."

Emilio smiled a bit before continuing his tale. "A beast comes out of the forest at night and rattles our windows and doors, scaring us. My mother says it is sent by our ancestors to correct my mistakes."

"What kind of beast," Jamie asked. It was beginning to sound to him like this was all just a matter of someone banging on some shutters with a long broomstick.

"We saw it last night," Emilio said and his eyes looked right through Jamie, unseeing. Jamie extended his senses into the man's mind and beheld the image that has put such a fear into the man. It was a wolf the size of a bear, almost pitch black with red, glowing eyes and green, phosphorescent saliva. "It, it was, huge. And fast. And it wanted to kill Dren. It wanted to rip our child from her womb."

Jamie gulped as he saw in Emilio's mind that was all true.

"But it didn't," Laura said, trying to snap everyone out of their dread. "You saved your wife and child, Emilio."

"Yes," Emilio said, "yes I did." The man teared up and bent over to his wife's chair, where he started planting tender kisses over her abdomen and their unborn child. As Emilio sobbed, the encounter with the beast played in his mind, over and over again, and Jamie got the gist of it. The beast had come at them after dusk, running full tilt from the direction of the forest. Emilio had thrown himself between the thing and his wife and the beast stopped. Just as it had been intent on harming Dren, it had also been intent on not harming Emilio. It had circled the pair, trying to get a claw into the wife without harming the husband. Emilio had kept throwing himself between the two and guided them to the house. Once they had gotten indoors, the beast had roared and made a lot of noise but then left, like it did every other night.

Jamie pulled out of Emilio's traumatic memory and took a deep breath, retreating into his own place of mental calm. It was a tale of woe and terror, but Jamie still didn't see why Emilio had turned to Laura for help. "Emilio, Dren," Jamie said, "have you reported this to the authorities?"

Dren nodded yes. Emilio sniffed back his tears and rose in his own seat. "Yes, we did," he said. 

"They didn't take you seriously," Jamie asked.

"No, no, they did," Emilio said. "They, uh, they came over and swept the forest and brought some seers with them and they determined that there were no angry spirits summoning beasts and that there was just a pack of wolves loose and that..." Now Emilio paused and his fists tightened. His lips pressed tight together. Jamie could sense the man's wrath boiling over.

"They said that I have exaggerated things," Dren said, her Italian very accentuated. "Because I am pregnant, my hormones made me see things as scarier than they were and my husband was either infected by my hysteria, or he has no choice but to confirm my story to keep the peace of his household."

Jamie's brows rose up in disbelief. "Seriously?" Emilio and Dren nodded. He looked livid, she looked despondent. Jamie looked to Laura and she looked a bit confused at the whole thing. "Does this happen a lot here? The cops ignoring evidence like that, I mean."

"No," Laura said. "Our police is very fragmented and poorly coordinated but, when one service has clear jurisdiction of a matter, like the State Forestry Corps has here, then they show up in force and do a good job. I can't believe that they would miss something like that."

"But you told them about the angry ancestors, right," Jamie asked the married couple.

"Yes, of course we did," Emilio said. "They came in force and took us seriously as soon as they heard my name." He lowered his face and shook his head. "No one can help us." Dren hugged him as best she could and hushed him.

Jamie turned to look at Laura. He understood the terror that was gripping their minds. He saw the look of determination on her face and understood her feelings on the matter. She was going to render her assistance and she was looking to him for help. Jamie wanted to help too, but he was worried about charging off to fight angry spirits and magical beasts armed with only a bit of telekinesis. He should tell her that he didn't have any magical power. If he offered to help and she relied on his supernatural assistance, there could be fatal consequences. The look on her face told him she was going to help her friend, no matter what and that settled the matter. He nodded to her that he'd help too. After the couple left, he'd be able to tell her that he has no magic.

"Jamie will help you, too," Laura said to her guests.

"Yes," Jamie said. "In any way I can." Laura offered everyone some more tea and the couple relaxed, asking for another cup. Laura left for the kitchen and Jamie decided to get a better idea of things. Just because he wasn't a magician, that didn't mean he couldn't help. "So, how long have you two been married?"

"Six years next month," Emilio said.

"And, were there any objections at your wedding?"

"My mother said that our ancestors would not be happy and she did say that she couldn't give her blessing to the union, but we eloped and got married in Switzerland."

"And was anyone of your family present there? At the wedding itself?"

"No, no one. My mother, Dren and I are all that's left of our whole family and my mother had made her feelings quite known back then."

"And when you were pregnant with your first child... Forgive me for bringing this up, but was there any sign of this beast at that time?"

"No, none," Emilio said. "My mother had been warning me that bad things would happen if I married Dren, but nothing ever did and I became certain that all of her stories and warnings were just superstition and nonsense. We were so happy and then the miscarriage... My mother had been right all along."

Laura brought the tray with the fresh pot of tea and poured everyone a cup. She invited Emilio and Dren to stay the night and they demurred, not wanting to impose. Laura gave Emilio a look that said, "accept my offer or I will slap you for your own good until you do," and the two agreed to spend the night at her house. Alessandra joined them after locking up the trattoria and they spent a few hours pleasantly chatting away. Jamie used the chance to probe into their lives and backgrounds. Dren kept her past hidden, but Jamie got the sense that Emilio knew all about it and that it was definitely not connected to their supernatural woes. He let go of that line of inquiry and focused on Emilio's family history and their current living arrangements.

Shortly after eleven o'clock, they suffered a surfeit of yawns and decided to retire for the night. Alessandra kissed Jamie good night and went to her room. Laura led her guests to the spare bedroom and gave them linens and bid them a good night. She kissed Jamie goodnight and went to her own bed. Jamie lay in the bed in the guest room across the hall from the Rizzolis. He lay in bed awake and sensed everyone else fall asleep. Apparently, the Rossi girls were too tired for any hanky panky with him tonight. He sighed in disappointment. Having sex with an unsuspecting audience in the next room would have been a kinky delight. He would have had to fuck them quietly with a hand pressed firmly over their mouths. Maybe they'd even bite his palm. He knew he could only hope for a quickie with the girls over the next two days and that was putting a crimp on his mood.

The guest room was the same one he had slept in back when he had been renovating his mother's guest house. He reached into the bottom drawer of the nightstand and found the box of tissues he had left there. He beat off and used them to clean up. He rolled over and tried to fall asleep. The story the Rizzolis told him kept spinning around in his head. There were so many inconsistencies and the timeline was just plain illogical. Jamie didn't know much about spiritual possession and he even considered contacting Caitlin Ford, back in the States, for advice. She knew about spirits and spiritual possession. He found himself wondering what time it was in California. Finally, after going over the story in his mind many times, he fell asleep.

He had a nightmare that a hooded monster was slowly creeping into his room. It was shuffling closer to his bed, cooing gently at him to wake up and fight. Jamie began to have sensations in his limbs and realized he was having a lucid dream. He could control it. He willed himself to rise and face the ominous figure that was towering over him and calling for him to wake up. He reached up to throw the hood back from the face of the monstrous figure and recoiled in horror at seeing his own panicked face emerge from the darkness. He struggled to get away from his doppelganger and his movements and inarticulate cries of panic spilled over into the real world and he woke himself up, scooting along the bed.

His heart was beating wildly and he was gulping air in a blind panic. He cast his gaze about and quickly remembered he was in the Rossi residence, in the guest room bed that he had fallen asleep in. "I just had a stupid, fucking nightmare," he told himself as he untangled his legs from the sheets. He still felt the disturbing sense of dread that had driven him to wakefulness and he retreated into the calm place inside of him to be rid of it.

As he descended deeper into his mind, he realized the fear was coming from an external source. He sensed the malicious attentions of another mind fixated upon the Rossi house. He reached out and located the mind. It was in the back alley and it was climbing the wall, gripping the masonry for purchase with impossibly sharp claws. Jamie sat up in bed. He sensed the mind climbing from one window to the next, searching for a particular one to crash through. He rolled out of bed and ran down the hall towards Laura's bedroom. He practically jumped on her immobile form and started to shake her awake. The woman groaned and ineffectually tried to shake him off and continue her rest. "Laura, wake up," Jamie hissed at her, "there's someone climbing your walls!"

"What," she said, uncomprehendingly blinking up at him in the gloom.

"There's a monster coming, Laura! Get up and fight!"

Jamie sensed the malevolent mind had reached the windows at the front of the house. "Jamie, what are you-"

He dashed out of her room, yelling, "Follow me!"

Laura immediately came fully awake as she heard the shattering of glass and a loud thump followed by a roar. Emilio and Dren soon joined in the cacophony of sounds with their shrieks of terror.

Jamie could sense that the intruder was standing right in front of the window it had shattered to climb through. As he exited Laura's bedroom, he telekinetically made the door to the Rizzoli's room slam wide open. He sensed the intruder's mind turn its attention to the loud noise. Jamie barged in through the open door and immediately slammed the intruder with all of his telekinetic power. He hardly even saw the beast before it went flying out the window and into the square. Jamie followed it blindly, trying to move in for the kill, but his senses told him of the shards of glass before his bare feet and he stopped cold, just short of the window. He stood on tiptoes and observed the big, dark bulk of the beast tucking into a roll and standing up to face him across the square. Jamie saw the two points of red blink twice before the beast roared and vanished down one of the side streets. He soon sensed its mind leaving his range and knew it would not be coming back that night, but he had sensed in its mind that it would not stop until it had ended the life of Dren and her unborn child.

Emilio and Dren were still shrieking in their bed when Laura and Alessandra ran into the room. Jamie told them they were safe now and the two women had a hard time calming down the Rizzolis. They took them to the living room while Jamie made a makeshift window out of duct tape and planks, to keep out the worst of the cold. After the Rizzolis stopped screaming and started to recover from their horrible fright, everyone took the chance to get dressed. No one was going to go back to sleep that night. Laura called the number for the forest cops that had been round asking questions the other day. After a few minutes on the phone with her, they determined the case was not in their jurisdiction and they told her to call her local police force. She retired to her bedroom, shutting her door firmly to not annoy and alarm her guests any more.

Jamie and Alessandra did their best to keep the Rizzolis calm. He was amazed that Dren hadn't suffered another miscarriage after the fright she had just endured. Laura spent hours on the phone, getting bounced from one police to the other and between mundane and supernatural law enforcement. Jamie could sense her mounting frustration reach nigh homicidal levels as she was given the runaround. Finally, when dawn broke, a young, strapping mountain of a man showed up in the uniform of the local police to ask questions about a disturbance to the peace. Jamie and Laura greeted him downstairs. Jamie could immediately tell he wasn't going to be of any help. Jamie could read his mind, so that meant that he wasn't with the supernatural authorities, and the man was only thinking about the weekend he would spend skiing with his girlfriend. He didn't give a fuck about anything that happened there that night. He wrote up some paperwork and asked some obtuse questions before leaving.

"I take it the police are going to be of fuck all assistance," Jamie asked Laura, after the Tomba wannabe left.

Laura sat down at one of her tables and sighed in frustration. "The State Forestry Corps claims this case isn't related to the attacks in the forest and it isn't in their jurisdiction, because it happened in the city. The State Police and the Financial Guard also say it's not in their jurisdiction and the locals had bounced it all to the Forestry Corps and are now pretending that it's their job to take care of it. Every call I make, I have to wade through the mundanes manning the phones without mentioning magic before I can get connected to someone in the know! And don't even get me started on the prodigious runaround I got from the Carabinieri! Fucking assholes!"

Jamie sat next to Laura and rubbed her back to comfort her. He could sense her frustration and helplessness. He wished he could help her and solve the problem at hand, but the last time he had decided to take such matters into his own hands, things snowballed into a worldwide campaign of death and destruction. "Laura, I need to tell you something. I can't help you with this matter."

Laura glared at him through her gathering tears. "What do you mean?"

"The beast," he said. "It has a human mind." Laura's jaw dropped in shock. "I felt it. It's why I was able to stop it before it could lay a claw on Dren."

"A human mind?"

Jamie nodded. "I'm starting to piece together a theory. I don't think that there had been any fuckups in the investigative work that had been done so far. I think they had simply been searching for the wrong thing." Laura shook her head at what he was saying, but she didn't object. "It doesn't make any sense for angry spirits to wait until after the wedding to start objecting. Or to wait for the first child to be miscarried. I don't think that Emilio is haunted by his ancestors. I think he is being hounded by a contemporary."

"But, Dren is the target," Laura said.

Jamie nodded. "Exactly. Someone wants to keep Emilio alive and kill Dren and their child."

"Who?"

Jamie just looked at Laura. One person stood out in Emilio's narrative. He waited until she reached his conclusion. "No. No, that's crazy, Jamie."

"Is it?"

"Yes," Laura said. "No mother could ever do that to her child. You don't know what you're talking about!"

"She went from being dead set against the marriage to desperately trying to weasel her way into their household and be of assistance, in less time then it took them to enjoy their honeymoon," Jamie said. "No one changes their mind as quickly and completely as that."

Laura shrugged his hand off her back and stood up. "She spent some time apart from her child and that opened her eyes," she said, forcefully. "You know nothing about..." She stood up and went to the stairs. "I am done talking about this." After she climbed a few stairs, she turned around and said, "I'll help them on my own! Your input will not be needed."

Jamie shook his head unhappily and got up to go to his mother's place and give Laura some time to cool off and see the light. The town was just waking up as he drove through the icy streets. When he came to her house, he found her rushing through breakfast. "Oh, good, you're here," she said. "Can you, please, take Suzie to school? I'm late enough as it is."

"What," he said. "Your boyfriend got you on a short leash?"

She shot him an annoyed look and he grinned. She turned to leave and then turned back towards him and said, "You know, he actually does. He likes it when I put it on in private and he likes to yank on it while I-"

"Holy fuck," Jamie exclaimed, interrupting her. "For fuck's sake, Mom, don't even kid about shit like that!"

His mother pointed a finger at him and said, "Clean up your mouth and your attitude, young man. I'm still your mother." She grinned and left.

"Fuck me," Jamie said to himself. "It's Mothers Gone Crazy Day today." He took a bite of her leftovers and then called out to Suzie. "Yo, Bones, get a move on! You're gonna be late for school!"

Suzie walked into the kitchen with a somber expression on her face. "Jamie," she said, nearly knocking him over in surprise at her serious tone of voice, "I go to school with clever boys. If you don't stop calling me... By that disgusting nickname, I am going to get them to steal your laptop from you and then hack it to show your girlfriend all your porn."

"I guess it's Women Gone Crazy Day today," he muttered into his chin.

"What was that," Suzie asked.

"Nothing."

"And I'm thinking you should be paying me some money if you don't want me to show your girlfriend just how disgusting you are," she said, haughtily.

"What makes you think I'm disgusting?"

"You're a boy," she said. "You're all disgusting."

Jamie nodded his head. "You got us there. We are all disgusting, particularly the ones that pretend they're not disgusting. Those you should really watch out for. Now, as for the, uh, the whole blackmail thing, Alessandra and I look at my porn all the time." He winked at his baby sister. "It gets her going."

Suzie face scrunched up in horror. "Ew! You're disgusting!"

"And you're late for school, Bones," he said and grabbed the last piece of french toast from his mother's plate. "Get in the car! And if I hear any more talk about you trying to blackmail me, I'll call you Bones in front of all your friends."

"You wouldn't," she said, horrified.

Jamie grinned as he led his baby sister to the car. "Oh, that would only be the start, Bones! I'd walk you to the school door and kiss you goodbye and loudly tell you that you don't need to be afraid of showering with the other girls anymore."

"Holy fucking shit, man," Suzie exclaimed in a panicky voice. Her face turned as white as a sheet. "I was just kidding! Can't a girl crack a joke anymore?"

"Sure you were," he said and opened the door for her. "Sure you were." She got in and he dropped her off at school, without further incident.

Jamie drove to the beginning of the street Aldo's shop was on and walked in. "Good morning, Jamie," Aldo said, surprised. "What are you doing here so early on a Friday morning? Shouldn't you be late?"




A-Cup Angst Ch. 14



Jamie made a face at Aldo's leering grin. "I was close by and I stopped here to tell you in person that I'm not going to be here today. At all."

"But, you are here," Aldo said, gesturing at Jamie's considerable bulk. "And it's time to get to work."

Jamie refused to take Aldo's bait and said, "There was a burglary at the Rossi house last night. I chased the burglar away and I'm going to fix the broken window and comfort the women. I won't be coming back here all day long."

"No, no," Aldo said, in all seriousness, "you go to them. Take as much time as you need. We'll see each other on Monday. Thank you for stopping by and telling me in person." Jamie nodded and turned to leave. "Are they ok?"

"Yes."

"Are you ok?"

"Yes."

"Well, call me if there's anything I can do!"

"Will do," Jamie said. "Thank you."

Jamie left and got back in his car. He drove to the side street that led to the trattoria and stopped when he saw a window repairman measuring sheets of glass and then walking into the house through the private, back entrance. Ben's face set into an unhappy cast and he drove back to his mother's house. He had underestimated just how much he had insulted Laura with his theory about Emilio's mother being involved in the attacks.

He had some breakfast before breaking out the high capacity drives with the algorhythms his A.I. had developed during its run. He sifted through them and selected the proper ones to use to hack into the many databases that the italian government kept on their citizens. He began compiling a file on Emilio's mother. She was an accountant with an office in town and was also a respected member of the city council and all-around pillar of the community. Her squeaky clean public image just smelled rotten to him. He had an algorhythm sort through her entire financial history and soon found that she had several credit cards under an assumed name that she used for online purchases. He hacked into the databases of the online vendors and saw the things she had been purchasing. They were very suspicious. Jamie's knowledge of magic had big gaps in it and making magical potions was one of the bigger ones, but even he could connect the dots between the seemingly random items. Emilio's mother was brewing potions.

Jamie shook his head and corrected himself. Emilio's mother was discreetly obtaining ingredients for potions that someone else was brewing for her.

He printed out the details and went back to Trattoria Rossi. Laura couldn't turn a blind eye to hard evidence. The morning crowds had cleared up and she was in the kitchen with Andrea, preparing for the lunch crowd when he came in. Before he could say anything, Laura said, "I don't have time now, Jamie. I had to get the window fixed before the house was encased in ice and we are running late with lunch prep."

"You need to take a look at this," Jamie said, brandishing the folder of evidence he had printed out.

"No time!"

"I'll leave it right here," he said, putting the folder down.

"This is a clean kitchen, Jamie," Laura said, rushing about. "Take that out or it'll be in the trash in seconds!"

Jamie's lips tightened and he bit back an angry retort. She was being so unreasonable. He turned around on his heel and decided to go get a smoking gun to show her. He left the trattoria and drove to the office of Mrs. Rizzoli. He waited in the ice cream parlor across the street from the building until he recognized her face from the photos as she was leaving for lunch. Her mind felt almost identical to that of the beast from last night, yet there was something different about it. He gleaned nothing from her thoughts, except the exact method by which she was going to nag at a fellow member of the city council until he broke down and voted her way on some parking issue.

Jamie got up and went into the building, quickly climbing to her door. He extended his senses and checked that there was no one in there before using the Force to unlock the door and quietly slip in. He shut and locked the door behind himself and started to search the office, making sure to leave everything where he found it. He spent nearly half an hour going through the entire office. His frustration at finding nothing incriminating was rising. Finally, he checked the kitchenette and found a small altar in the cupboard next to the one where she kept the coffee. He took out his phone and took photos of the altar. It was dedicated to Dren and Jamie could tell it was made up of writings that spoke of the darkest of magics.

He checked the time on his phone and saw that he had spent far too much of it in there, already. He left the office and used the Force to lock it behind himself. As he left the building, he passed Mrs. Rizzoli, returning from lunch. He drove to the trattoria and parked in the side street. Alessandra was too busy serving the customers to see him coming in. He walked right into the kitchen and grabbed Laura by the crook of her arm. He pulled her out of the kitchen, leaving a baffled Andrea there alone.

"Jamie, let go," Laura protested. "I have work to do!"

He pulled her to the stairs and showed her the photo of the altar. "This is what Emilio's mamma has in her office," he hissed.

"Jamie, I," Laura said, not looking at the photo.

Jamie grabbed the hair at the back of her head to keep it steady as he brought the screen of his cellphone all the way to her nose. "Look at it!" 

Her eyes focused on the picture and she stopped struggling to be free. She shook her head and said, "This is worthless, Jamie, she doesn't have magic. She can paint whatever she wants-"

Jamie cut her off by saying, "But it proves that she wants to do Dren harm!"

Laura's face showed her inner turmoil. She thought for a moment and then said, "This has nothing to do with the beast. She doesn't-"

Jamie opened his binder of printouts and held up some shipping manifests. "No, but this does," he said, cutting her off. "These are ingredients for potions, aren't they?" Laura's eyes skipped over the lists and the fight went out of her eyes. "What are the ingredients for?"

Laura took the time to flip through the pages carefully and then said, "One thing on each of these lists is a restricted substance, monitored by the supernatural authorities. This is clever. If there were two or more on the same list, they'd raise red flags. See, this list is for ingredients for a sexual lubricant, not as strong as the one I make, but... But, if you were to put a few of these together with this extract from this other list, you'd get an abortifacient. And these are for a face lifting cream. And..." Laura reluctantly nodded. "Scattered through these lists are things that could be used to make a transformation potion, but the quantities she has had delivered are massive. Why would she need so much potion?"

"I'm thinking she wouldn't," Jamie said, the gears working in his head. "I'm guessing these are not just materials needed for the potion, they're probably also payment."

"Payment?"

"To the witch that's doing the actual brewing," he said.

Alessandra popped her head in the storeroom they were conversing in and said, "Mamma, I need-"

"Take care of it, whatever it is," Laura said, cutting her off. Alessandra gave them both a questioning look and then nodded and shut the door, leaving them alone again. "Do you know who it is?"

"I haven't the faintest idea," he said. "You should be asking yourself that question. You're the one that knows the local magic scene. Does any name pop up in your head?"

Laura shook her head no. She took the folder from Jamie and said, "Send that photo to my phone. I'll make some more calls to the police."

"Listen, I didn't exactly obtain all this evidence in a legal fashion," he said.

"I know," she said, "don't worry about it. It'll all be fine. I'll make some calls."

Jamie sent her the photo, obscuring the metadata that would trace it back to his phone. "Can I do anything to help," he asked. He sensed Laura was livid at Emilio's mother and her anger was fueling her up for another bout of phone tag with the police.

"No, no," she said. "You've done enough already. I got this from here." With that, she left the storeroom to go upstairs. 

Andrea watched her go through the kitchen with a panicked look in his eyes. "Boss, we are running out of sauce," he said. She didn't respond and climbed up the stairs that marked the line between workplace and home. Andrea knew better than to try and follow her.

Alessandra ran into the kitchen and grabbed two bowls of soup Andrea had ladled full. "Where's Mamma," she asked of Jamie. He pointed upstairs. "Damn it! We're swamped and we don't have enough sauce!"

"I put a new batch on," Andrea said to her, "but one of you two secret keepers needs to season it, or I'll just make it the way my mother used to."

Alessandra fixed Jamie a stern look that reminded him of her mother. "Either get her down to cook, or put on an apron and serve so I can finish it," she said to Jamie and left carrying the bowls of soup. Jamie extended his senses upstairs and felt Laura combating the phone. He sighed and took off his jacket. Andrea wordlessly handed him an apron and Jamie put it on. When Alessandra came back in, she glided over to the sauce and fretted over it while Andrea pointed out to him which dishes go where. Jamie picked up a bunch of plates and bowls, using the Force to keep them all steady upon his forearms and not spill. Andrea and Alessandra looked at him with a mixture of awe and worry. He grinned. He had been balancing plates and bowls as part of his Jedi training for months. He quickly served every dish as it was finished, without spilling a drop of soup or displacing a single strand of spaghetti. Andrea and Alessandra looked at each other, shrugged and tackled the many take out orders.

His career as a waiter lasted only fifteen minutes before his phone rang. "Jamie, I need you to go to school and pick up Suzie," his mother said.

"What, now? I'm busy!"

"So am I, Jamie," she said. "An important delivery has been held up by an accident and I have to wait here for it to arrive. I can't go get her."

"Well, I'm busy, too. Can't your boyfriend give you a break?"

"Jamie," his mother admonished. "I'm the only one at the store and I'm telling you to go pick up your sister and take her home."

"Can't she stay at one of her friends?"

"I already asked her. She can't. Not today. Now, stop arguing and go pick her up!" His mother hung up the phone and Jamie softly cursed in English as he rolled his eyes. He took off his apron and left, ignoring Andrea's serving instructions. He picked up Suzie from school. They didn't speak a word to each other during the drive as her face was buried in the screen of the steampunk smartphone he had made for her. It was made up of two parts that folded open to reveal both a touchscreen and a keyboard. The outer skin resembled the leather bindings of a book and the keys themselves looked like tiny valves with letter markings. When he had first given it to her, she had kissed him and hugged him and thanked him over and over again. Now, she acted like she had no idea it was his creation.

Their trip was delayed by a truck that had flipped over on the road leading from town to their house. The State Police was sending people on a lengthy detour as they were waiting for a crane to come and pull the truck upright again. He took the detour and safely delivered the brat to their home. She got out without a look or a thank you and went inside. Jamie shook his head at her poor manners and drove back to the trattoria.

By the time he got there, the lunch crowd had cleared and there were just a few old men playing cards in the corner. They were sipping wine and snacking on Laura's cookies. Jamie went through to the kitchen to find Alessandra sitting on a counter. Andrea was kneeling in front of her and massaging her foot. She pulled her foot out of his grasp and jumped off the counter when she saw Jamie. Andrea stood up and looked suddenly afraid. Jamie was a few inches taller than him and they had about the same, muscular build, but the older man was afraid of Jamie. He put up his hands and said, "Hey, stay cool! Nothing happened!"

It didn't take Jedi senses for Jamie to know that Andrea found Alessandra attractive. Every straight man, and quite a few gay ones, did. He probed the man's mind and sensed that he was rubbing her foot, feeling glad to be of use to a woman after his girlfriend had left him the other day. Andrea was coming to terms with the fact that it was over between him and his girlfriend and that he should start looking for a new one. Jamie decided to point out to the man that he should be looking elsewhere. He gleaned from Alessandra's mind that she didn't find Andrea attractive at all and had not been in any way aroused by the rub. He also sensed her sudden fear that he was misreading the situation. "Jamie," she exclaimed. "Hi! We were just, uh-"

Andrea pointed at her foot and said, "I was just rubbing, uh-"

"My foot," she said, loudly. "Cause I was tired from all the running around."

Andrea held both his hands up in front of him, palms towards Jamie. "I do it for Laura too, sometimes." Andrea's eyes went wide as he realized how what he had just said must have sounded. 

Jamie up to the man and their noses almost touched. Andrea lowered his hands and stepped back, suddenly afraid to even meet the younger man's steely gaze.

"Jamie," Alessandra stammered, wrapping her arms around his torso, "why don't we go upstairs? Just the two of us."

Jamie stared at Andrea for a few more seconds, until he sensed the man come to a firm decision to not try and seduce either of the Rossi women. Then he smiled and hugged Alessandra with one arm, while slapping Andrea lightly on the cheek with his other hand. "Relax you two," he said and pinched Andrea's cheek. "It was just a foot massage." They both sighed in relief and Jamie bent down to plant a quick kiss on Alessandra's lips. The two of them went up the stairs, leaving Andrea to curse his luck.

As soon as they left Andrea behind, Jamie sensed Laura's worry. Alessandra kissed him, desperately trying to get him to reconnect with her, but he was more focused on Laura. He broke their kiss and led the way upstairs. Laura was pacing the living room, holding her phone up to her ear and muttering, "Pick up," over and over again.

"What's wrong," Jamie asked.

Laura smiled in relief at seeing him and said, "Emilio was here and he overheard your theory about his mother."

"What?! When? How?"

"While I had been on the phone with the Carabinieri supernatural arm, after you left. He saw the photo and he got so angry. He just rushed out. I don't know where he is and he's not picking up the phone. I've been calling him for the past half an hour."

"Try to calm down," Jamie said. "His mother isn't going to hurt him. You know that."

"Yes, but she might do all sorts of things to Dren, now that her cover is blown. And she might get away before the Carabinieri come for her. Oh, I wish he'd just answer his damn phone and tell me where he was."

Alessandra put the kettle on the stove to make some tea while Jamie did his best to keep Laura calm. The tea had just been poured when Emilio finally answered his phone. "Emilio! Hello? Are you all right?" She paused for his answer. "Where are you?" Alessandra sat in Jamie's lap and he hugged her. "Tell me you didn't. Oh, Emilio." Laura put her hand up to her face. "And then what?" Jamie started to sense something vaguely creeping up to the edges of his awareness. "Did they come? Are they there now? What did they say? Who's in charge?" Jamie retreated into his calm center, ignoring Alessandra's kiss. He could sense the girl's worry that he was angry with her and probed beyond that, beyond Laura's concerns and focused on the vague source of his fear.

He sensed the mind of Emilio's mother. It was familiar to him, since he had felt it outside of her office, but it was changing rapidly. Even as he tried to get a fix on her location, her mind started slipping out of his grasp to be replaced by the mind that had woken him up in terror in the middle of the night. The beast's mind. The one thing both minds had in common was the desire to taste the blood of Laura Rossi.

"Laura," Jamie said, letting all of his fear and concern into his voice. "Mrs. Rizzoli has taken a potion and is coming right here, right now."

Laura looked into his eyes. He nodded gravely and saw her fear etched all over her face. "Em-Emilio, you-you didn't tell her about me, did you?" Her face fell and tears welled up at hearing his answer. She sniffed and said, "Please send all the Carabinieri to my house. She's here." She hung up and wiped the tears from her cheeks. "Are you sure," she asked of Jamie.

Jamie nodded his head and pointed in the direction he was sensing her approaching from. "She's stalking from corner to corner, taking care to not be seen in the back alleys. She'll be here in minutes." He lifted Alessandra from his lap and stood up. "We'll need to fight her. What combat spells do you know?"

"None," Laura said. She hugged her daughter close and Alessandra reciprocated.

Jamie's face fell as he rounded on her, nearly stunned at her answer. "What?"

"I don't know any spells for fighting," Laura said. "My father had always taught me that killing someone with magic is worse than getting killed because it turns the magician into a monster. He had always forbidden me from learning fighting magic and I never learned any on my own, either."

"Well, do you know any incapacitation spells?" Laura shook her head no. "Do any spells come to mind that might be of use to us now?" She shook her head no, yet again, and hugged her daughter tighter to coo words of comfort in her ear.

Jamie set his jaw and turned to face the direction the beast was coming from. The fighting fell to him. He reviewed his meager list of options. Killing the beast was an option for him as his Force abilities were the abilities of his transformed mind, created by magic, but not magic by themselves. He didn't particularly like that option. This was home now and he needed to put his best foot forward. He didn't have the luxury of killing and then flying off to do some more killing someplace else. If he killed now, he had to stand his ground and explain things to the Carabinieri. He decided to fight defensively and stall for time until the cops got there. If they would indeed get there at all.

Laura and Alessandra sank to the couch, scared out of their minds. Jamie stood over them on guard. After a few more minutes, he sensed the beast climb the roof. It crept over the roof until it got to crouch above the window it had already burst through earlier. It tensed up, dug its claw into the eaves and executed an athletic swing that ended with it crashing through the freshly repaired window, yet again. Jamie took position in the hallway, awaiting for it to emerge from the guest bedroom. He sensed the beast's rage as it tore up the bedding that still smelled of Emilio and Dren. A roar was heard from the room and it made the women squeal in fright.

Jamie sensed the beast had heard them and braced himself. It bounded across the room and smashed the door open. It stepped out into the hallway and faced Jamie. All sense of reason and restraint vanished from its mind as it was consumed by bloodlust. It rushed at him, eager for the kill. Jamie used the Force to slam the beast backwards until it was pinned against the far wall. It growled and roared angrily as it helplessly clawed at the unyielding wall. The women screamed in fright.

Jamie stepped closer to it and took a better look. The beast was taller than him. Its limbs were elongated and tipped with sharp talons that were leaving gouges in the wall, as it was trying to free itself from his invisible grasp. Jamie saw that the beast was actually incredibly wiry and skinny and was merely puffed out to size by its shaggy fur. It was a stick figure underneath all the fur. He laughed at the revelation. The potion transformed the elder Mrs. Rizzoli into a monster, but it did not add to her total mass, resulting in this nigh-caricature that couldn't have weighed more than a hundred and twenty pounds. The gouges it was making in the brick and mortar wall it was pinned against and the scared wails of the Rossi girls reminded him vividly that it was still a dangerous beast, regardless of its mass. Jamie sensed the beast's intention to rip shards of brick and mortar out of the wall and pelt the humans with them.




A-Cup Angst Ch. 14



"Girls, you need to get up and move to the stairs, right now," Jamie ordered. "Go! Go! Get up!"

The beast was gouging at the wall, building up a mass of shrapnel. When the girls finally stood up and moved over to the stairs, it saw its opportunity and hurled the shrapnel at the girls. Jamie stopped it all with the Force and let if fall harmlessly on the floor. He seized the beast and levitated it into the living room, the only room in the whole house that had enough volume for the beast to be unable to reach anything with its long, flailing limbs as it was suspended in midair. Jamie kept it floating in the center of the room.

He turned to the girls and said, "It's alright. I'm floating it in midair and I can keep it there, without a problem." He walked around the beast and sat down to sip his cup of tea. Jamie had no problem lifting eight times the beast's mass against the force of gravity. Hovering the beast in midair was hardly any bother for him.

Alessandra and Laura still stared bug-eyed at the flailing beast and then turned disbelieving eyes Jamie's way. His nonchalance was doing nothing to assuage their fears and was almost making them soil their panties in panic. "Seriously, it's ok," he said to them. "I can do this all night long." The beast roared again, making the girls jump and squeal in fright. "You girls go downstairs and greet the Carabinieri and see what's going on down there. I'll stay here and guard this."

Laura and Alessandra slowly backed away and stumbled down the steps to go downstairs. Within minutes, a bevy of dark blue cars with red stripes and the word "Carabinieri" painted on their sides drove across the square and officers rushed out of them to go inside the trattoria. Jamie set down his cup and rushed downstairs to stand by the girls and play the scared, innocent bystander. He had no trouble keeping the beast levitating upstairs. He waited until the cops began climbing the stairs and then he hovered the beast towards them. As soon as the beast was within reach of a pillar, it started to scratch shards off of it and send them flying towards the cops coming up the stairs.

The carabinieri casters cast quickly and Jamie sensed the beast suddenly freezing in midair with its limbs contorted unnaturally. Jamie let go of it and it fell to the floor and toppled down the stairs. The Carabinieri scooped up the beast and did a full sweep of the house. They made the beast turn back into Emilio's mother, handcuffed her and sat her in the back of one of their cars. She was naked and wrapped up in a blanket. They sent officers to the neighboring houses and charmed everyone that had heard the terrible roar of the beast into forgetting all about it. They didn't wipe Laura's memory, or Alessandra's, and Laura insisted they not wipe Jamie's memory, either.

The Carabinieri drove off, except for their three eldest officers, two men and a woman. These three sat on one side of the long table in the trattoria and Jamie sat on the other. They asked him question after question about his knowledge of magic. He spun a story, right there on the spot, about how he had grown up in Canada and had a witch girlfriend who had taught him all about it. The officers finally asked Jamie to step aside and whispered between themselves. 

Jamie's legs felt like jelly as he walked over to Laura. If they made a single call to check out his story, he was fucked. He hugged Alessandra and asked Laura, "Do you think they bought your story?"

Laura had told them how she had cast a spell that made the beast disoriented and running around in circles upstairs while they all hid downstairs. "Probably," she said, not sounding very convinced. "Maybe." They waited for a few more minutes, before the cops called Jamie back over.

"Mister Benson," said the oldest of the three, "We are granting you your request and adding you to the list of persons made aware of magic. Fill out these forms, please!"

Jamie tried to hide his relief and got to work filling out the complicated forms. They didn't have a clue who he really was and he felt sure that the many obscuration wards his dog tags held were instrumental in swaying their minds towards letting him go without an investigation. The cops asked him about his family, but he insisted they knew nothing about magic and that it was best if it stayed that way. The cops agreed and left, taking the forms that registered him as a mundane that knew about magic. Jamie nearly collapsed in relief. 

"That was too fucking close for comfort," he said after they left.

"Yeah," Laura said.

"Listen, if any more of your friends come around to ask for your help with psycho relatives, you need to tell me about it at once so I can stay away, ok? I can't get involved in anything like this anymore. The cops now have false data about me and if my name pops up on their radar ever again, they might try and verify that information and then I'm fucked." Just as he said that out loud, he asked himself why he had not already used the algorhythms left behind by Nova to hack into the relevant canadian databases and plant the info on his family. It wouldn't stand up to a serious background check, but it would deter anyone that tried to remotely verify their information. He felt like a world class idiot for not having thought of it sooner, but he retreated into his calm place and focused on the task at hand. He needed to plant that info right away, on the off chance that the cops were waiting until they got back to their office to run a routine check on his application.

Laura and Alessandra had started to tell him something, but he ignored it as he got up and ran to his car to boot up his laptop and hack a history for himself and his family. He turned on his laptop and ran the programs as quickly as he could. He planted all the data and hoped it would work. If the Carabinieri called someone in the RCMP, he was fucked, along with his family, but if they didn't, if they just looked it up online, then they were golden. He had no choice but to do his best and keep his fingers crossed.

Once he finished, he got out of his car and went back into the trattoria. It was swamped with the dinner crowd and he sensed the girls would be too tired and in no mood to do anything with him later. He sighed and drove to his mother's house, glad to see the roads were now clear. He had dinner with his family and then played Minecraft online with some Spaniards until he got sleepy.

Jamie's custom was to sleep late on Saturday, since Aldo's store didn't work on weekends anymore and he wouldn't be seeing the Rossi girls until the next day. However, this Saturday morning, his mother woke him up before nine a.m. He groaned and mumbled death threats as she shook him awake. "Jamie, I'm going to Rome," she said. "You need to wake up and take care of Suzie. You have to feed her and take her shopping, ok? I'll be back tomorrow afternoon. Thanks, dear."

She left and Jamie only woke up when he heard the distinct noise of the Subaru's engine turning over. His sleepy mind finally processed what she had said and he rolled out of bed to run to his window. He threw it open and watched his mother drive off, unable to hear him yell after her that he was not going to baby-sit Suzie that weekend. He shuddered in the freezing air that was rushing into his room and shut the window before leaping back into bed to get warm again. He soon dozed off.

His other close, female relative soon woke him up. "The fuck you want, Bones," he growled at her.

"Oh, come on, Jamie," she pleasantly said, "Don't be like that. Maybe I just want to spend some time with my brother. We haven't done that recently, have we? Just hanging, you know?"

Jamie rubbed the sleep from his eyes and rolled over to look at her. If she was acting nice to him, it meant that either she wanted money, or that little threat he had given her about humiliating her in front of all her peers has worked wonders. He remembered his mother had mentioned something about a shopping trip earlier and nodded to himself. "What are we going shopping for," he asked. He knew that giving in to her demands was the smart thing to do. If he didn't, she'd yap in his ear about it until he lost his mind. Apparently, Suzie had just finished another growth spurt and none of her clothes fit her anymore, so Lori authorized the expedition.

She jumped on his bed and knelt down as she excitedly started to recite he shopping list, complete with what page in which magazine the outfit had been in and who was going to react to seeing her wearing it and how. Her excited litany made him drowsy all over again and he only got up after she realized he wasn't listening and punched him in the shoulder.

He got up and went to the bathroom, after shoving her out so he could take a leak. She came back in after he flushed and yapped away while he washed his face, shaved and brushed his teeth. They sat down and had breakfast together. Suzie paused in her long winded speech to chew her food, but went on and on about which of her girlfriends was going to be jealous and why while he was getting dressed. Finally, they were off to Pisa and Suzie kept on talking the whole drive over there. By the time they got to Pisa, Jamie promised himself he'd figure out a way to use his mental powers to get her to shut up, even if it was the last thing he ever did.

Their shopping trip lasted until the shops started closing in the early afternoon and they finally sat down for some lunch in a nice restaurant. Jamie felt uneasy the whole time. That vague feeling of foreboding he had sensed a while ago was back and getting less vague. It was starting to feel like someone he cared about was in trouble, but he had no idea who it was or what kind of trouble had been brewing. It had been too faint for his meditations to illuminate, but it felt much stronger now. Jamie decided to do a full round of meditations that day, as soon as he got back home.

He drove them home and Suzie called up some girlfriends to come over to their house and see her model all the new threads she had bought. Jamie rolled his eyes in annoyance, but then decided to look at things differently. His meditations weren't going to be prevented by the presence of a gaggle of shrieking girls, he told himself. Rather, his meditations will be strengthened by his ability to delve deeper into his augmented mind despite their annoying shrieking and giggling. He nodded to himself and drove them home.

As soon as they got there, Suzie ordered him to unload the many bags and boxes. Jamie pulled his house keys out of his pocket and said, "I paid for it, you unload it all." He retreated to his room and tried to meditate. Suzie's friends came over and their shrieks and giggles were loud and frequent, so he settled for just calming himself and didn't pursue the foreboding feeling he had received that day. He would have gone to the guest house to meditate, but he feared the girls would go completely nuts if they thought he couldn't hear them, so he stayed a wall away from them and trained his patience.

In his meditative state, he clearly sensed a pair of elderly people driving to his house with the intent to speak to him over a matter of great importance to them. He got up and went to the window to see their Alpha Romeo pull up in his driveway. He went downstairs and greeted them at the door, saying, "Hello? Can I help you?"

"We certainly hope so, young man," said the tall, but stooped, thin, old man that got out of the car. He walked around the car with a spriteness that belied his age and opened the passenger side door. A woman that looked to be about his age, but sporting bright red hair pulled up in a bun, emerged from the car. She was stocky and looked to be about half his height. The two of them looked almost comical together as they walked up to Jamie.

"You are a difficult man to find," the woman said. "We've been by twice already, looking for you. You might want to consider sharing your contact information with your brethren and setting aside a time in the day during which you could be reached."

Jamie realized these two were definitely casters. They obviously believed him a caster, as well. He took comfort in the fact that their minds were not shielded from his telepathy, as that meant that they weren't with the authorities, but he was not about to just blow his cover by acknowledging their claims. "Brethren," he asked. "What are you talking about? Who are you?"

The old man smiled and said, "Oh, forgive us! We are the Martinis. I am Dino and this is my lovely wife Barbara."

"I'm sure Laura has told you all about us," Barbara said. "Now, may we come inside?"

"Why have you come here," Jamie asked, acting the obtuse mundane.

"To hire you to free our granddaughter from the clutches of a magical beast," Dino said, matter-of-factly.

Jamie laughed. "Nice one," he said. "Who put you up to this? Are you friends of Aldo?"

"Young man," Barbara said, imperiously and angry, "This is no joking matter. This is a matter of life, death and eternal damnation! Now, stand aside and let us in! We need your help!"

Suzie and her friends turned up the music louder in her room and the Martinis heard it. Dino touched the side of Barbara's arm and they shared a knowing look. Barbara's ire left her face. Dino leaned in and said to Jamie, "We understand. We'll be discreet. Now, may we come in?"

"I still don't know who you are, or what you're doing here."

Barbara put her hand over her chest and said, as if speaking to a stupid child, "I am Barbara Martini. I helped your soon to be mother with the spirit fetishes you gave to her. Surely she told you about that?"

Jamie was surprised that Laura had brought in outsiders on that matter. He had asked her to keep it a secret and she had agreed. He had asked her a few times if she made any progress with them, but she had always told him no. Jamie reviewed his memories of those times. She hadn't just said no, she had always followed that up by grabbing his dick and pushing his face into her tits, changing the subject to that of sex. He had failed to make that connection until now. And what was this about her telling strange people that she was his future mother? He thought they had a clear understanding that their relationship, as kinky as it was, was temporary and not a lead up to marriage and so on.

He sensed no malice or falsehood in the minds of the elderly couple before him, just worry and impatience, so he stepped aside and gestured them in. He wanted to know more about this. "May I take your coats?" They gave him their coats and he led them to the kitchen where they stood around the counter. "Now, what brings you here, again?"

Barbara pulled out a large envelope from her huge handbag and slid it across the counter to him. Jamie gave them both a curious, questioning look and picked it up. He slid the photograph out of it and was nearly shocked to see a naked, sexy, young woman on it. She was kneeling in front of a humanoid demon with horns, dreadlocks and a long tail. The only thing she was wearing was a collar which had a chain attached to it. The demon thing held the end of the chain in his hand. Her face was turned up to the demon and her expression was that of one pleading for mercy.

"That's our granddaughter, Valeria," Dino said. "And the demon that is dominating her."

"She is a young witch," Barbara said. "Inexperienced and trusting. I don't know how this demon came to be, but I do know that we need your help to free her."

Jamie sensed the concern and fright in their minds and decided to drop the obtuse act. He wasn't sure what they thought he was and why they thought he could help with this matter, but he decided to play his official cover, that of a mundane that knows about magic. "I think you should go to the police with this," he said. "It looks serious."

"I'm afraid that's not possible," Dino gravely said.

"We only found out after Rizzoli was caught," Barbara said. "Valeria had been brewing the potions for her."

"You understand we can't risk going to the police with this," Dino said.

"She might be freed from this devil," Barbara said, "only to be locked away in jail."

"That's why we've come to you," Dino said.

"Yes," Barbara said and nodded. "We have no on else to turn to. Valeria isn't a bad girl, she's just misunderstood. Her father, our son, was born without magic, a skipped generation, and he somewhat resents her for inheriting the gift that was denied to him."

"They've had a rocky relationship ever since her gift was discovered," Dino sadly said.

"But she is a good girl," Barbara said. "She's not a rotten egg. She only got involved with Rizzoli to spite her father."

"A youthful indiscretion," Dino said.

"Yes," Barbara said and teared up. She pulled out a handkerchief from her bag and dabbed at her eyes. "And look where she wound up! At the feet of the devil himself! This is all Rizzoli's doing, I'm sure of it! We need you to rescue her."

"We are prepared to offer you a generous amount for her safety," Dino said.

Jamie's eyes had been skipping from one wrinkled face to the other as they spoke, taking in their story. It was true, mostly, but embellished to make their granddaughter seem like a completely innocent victim. Jamie knew demons weren't real, so he surmised that the one in the photo was a man under the temporary effects of a transformation potion. If Valeria was indeed Rizzoli's accomplice, then she must have enough ingredients left to brew gallons of these potions. He shuddered at the thought of dozens of those beasts tearing up the town and countryside. There'd be blood and guts everywhere. He probed into Barbara's mind and sensed that she knew all of that, too. She had just been trying to get him to help her granddaughter get away with conspiracy to commit murder. He didn't want a pack of beasts running around either, so he decided to stop by Valeria's place and seize her stock of potions and ingredients. He would have simply called the cops to do it, but he didn't want to have any more contact with them. He just needed to figure out what to do with the stuff once he got it. Handing it over to Laura for safekeeping didn't seem all that wise to him anymore. Not after she had revealed those fetishes to an outsider and told him nothing about it.

He decided the best thing to do was to accept the job and relax the old-timers to get them to tell him all about Laura and the fetishes. He had no idea how he could convince them that he could help their granddaughter, since he was supposed to be a mere mortal who happens to be in the know. Failing to come up with a story, he said, "What makes you think that I could be of any help to you in this matter?"

Barbara looked nonplussed. Dino shrugged and said, "Well, you're the Bludgeoner. If there's anyone that can free Valeria from the clutches of this monster, it's you."

Jamie fled to the calm center of his mind and pulled the plug on the explosion of panic that threatened to occur in his mind. His face betrayed nothing of the turmoil happening inside of his mind. They knew the truth about him. In his emotionless, hyperrational state, he decided to first feign ignorance. "What did you say," he asked.

"We are perfectly confident that you can do this," Barbara said. "You took out the Syndicate, you can handle one little demon."

"I have no idea what you are talking about. I think you have me confused with someone else."

"No, no, no," Barbara said, "you are Jamie Benson, the Bludgeoner. Laura told me so herself when she had asked for my help with the fetishes."

From the calm center within his mind, Jamie channeled all of his raging emotions into powering his telepathy. He forced his way into Barbara's mind and saw the memory of Laura sitting in her parlor and telling her who he was. He sensed that it had happened about three weeks ago. He sensed the excitement Barbara felt at hearing the news and knew the memory was true. Laura had revealed his identity to Barbara while she had been asking the older woman for a favor.




A-Cup Angst Ch. 14



"The wards on your car confirmed it," Dino said and chuckled. "Even knowing that they were there and what they did, I had a very hard time seeing past the outer layer. It took me an hour of intense observation! I have never seen anything so beautiful and exquisite in all my life before. You, sir, are a prodigious talent. A true Da Vinci of magic! When do you cast them?"

Jamie didn't have it in himself to thank the man for the compliment. His cover was blown and that meant that he would have to go on the run again. The Martinis have known about him for three weeks now, and that suggested that his secret was safe, but he knew better. There was no way that Section, or their french counterparts were just going to forget about him. As soon as the Martinis told anyone over the phone about who he was and where he lived, ECHELON would pick it up and alert Section. He had been lucky to last the three weeks. Very lucky. He knew better than to press his luck any further. He was leaving.

He'd probably have to uproot Lori and Suzie, too. He knew for a fact that he wouldn't take bigmouth Laura along to go wagging her tongue again. He made up his mind in an instant. He was going to grab his ammo, guns and assorted stuff, put it all in the car, call Lori, explain the situation and offer to take her away again, call the cops and remove the immediate threat of Valeria Martini and her potions, and then get lost. He revised his plan immediately. If his mother chose to stay in Tuscany and hope to not be collateral damage in Sylvie's or Section's quest to annihilate him, then he'd have to get rid of the potions himself and not call the cops on Valeria, or these Martinis might take vengeance on his family.

His course of action decided, he only wanted to know one more thing. "So, tell me about the fetishes, Barbara," he said. "I'm sure that a caster of your experience figured them out."

Barbara smiled, clearly pleased to have an audience, and said, "Well, first of all, I corrected Laura on her misconceptions. The fetishes are single use, but only if you are not meant to use them at all!"

"Oh? How so?"

"They are only meant to be used by the blood relatives of the man you took them from. They connect to the spirits of that man's ancestors in the afterlife. Those men swore blood oaths before dying that they'd serve everyone who was of their bloodline, so long as the fetish that had been fashioned from their bodies was touched by their blood descendants. Because they are woven into the dead man's hair, that requirement is satisfied. I imagine that the man had been an exceptional caster." Barbara looked up at Jamie with an expression of honest admiration. "It speaks volumes of your abilities that you were able to defeat him. With these fetishes, he could cast even the most intricate of spells with but a thought. His ancestors would simply weave the spells together, using their superior knowledge of magic, and send them back out into our world, through his body and power. All that, in the space of a heartbeat."

Jamie realized now just how lucky he had been during that fight. He knew it had been a close call, Sonya's death confirmed it, but he was now reminded of just how powerful his gynoid had been. He wondered if he should rebuild it. He still had all the blueprints for it. The problems lay in the artificial intelligence itself and his lack of magic to create a cursed skin for it, or store human thought patterns into gems that would connect to the processors. He wondered if there might be ways to work around those problems. He shelved his speculations for later and focused on the matter at hand.

"Why are the fetishes then single use for other casters," he asked Barbara. He noted Dino's impatience.

"Well, the spirits are bound by their oath to weave every spell that is asked of them while their material anchors, the fetishes, are touched by a descendant. They have no choice in the matter. However, they can't see into the mind asking for the spell until after they have weaved the spellform. It is only when they send the spellform into the mind of the user and thus cast it into the real world, that they can see who is using the fetish and know that they are being abused."

Jamie frowned. "I don't see how that lends itself to restricting the use of the fetishes," he said.

"Well, it doesn't, in theory," Barbara said. "In theory, one could use them infinitely, so long as a true descendant wasn't around to nix their use. But, in practice, the spirits get very angry and they rethink the way they weave their spells so that they become incompatible with the mind and magic of any caster that had abused them so far. Once they know your mind, they weave their spells so that they don't work for you, or on you, anymore."

"Interesting," Jamie said.

"Yes, very," Dino all but shouted. "Will you help us, or not?!" Barbara looked chastised by her husband's outburst, but turned her eyes up at Jamie, expecting a positive answer to the question.

Jamie looked the old man in the eye and nodded yes.

Dino and Barbara sighed in relief. "Valeria lives here," Dino said, handing Jamie a piece of paper with a local address written on it. "She attends the University of Pisa, but she still lives here in town. Thank you so much for your help." He pulled a checkbook out of his jacket pocket and nudged Barbara. "Give me a pen. How much will it cost us to-"

"Nothing," Jamie said, butting him off. "Provided you don't go telling people who I truly am."

They both nodded and promised to keep his secret, just as they expected him to keep the secret of Valeria's involvement with Mrs. Rizzoli. Jamie nodded and they shook hands. The Martinis thanked him profusely before leaving. Jamie saw them out and waved to them as they were leaving. He sported a friendly smile the whole time, despite feeling like he'd most rather start strangling people left and right.

Once they left his mental range, he quickly retrieved his guns, enchanted ammo, Nova's legacy, and some of his clothes and stuff and put it all in his car. He kept calling his mother, but she wasn't picking up. He hated the idea of leaving without seeing his mother in person, so he left her a message to call him back. He expected to hear the stomp of law enforcement at any moment and fought hard to keep his panic under control. Despite his fears, he decided to wait until Sunday afternoon to see his mother and have her make up her mind on whether she was going to go with him, or risk everything by staying put.

His hands tightened into fists. He felt like strangling Laura to death with his bare hands. "That fucking cunt," he growled. With a lot of mental effort, he regained full control of himself and acted as a waiter for the gaggle of girls upstairs until it got really late and they decided to make it a slumber party. He shrugged when Suzie asked him about it and patiently waited for them to fall asleep. After he sensed them all fast asleep, he snuck out of the house. He drove into town and found Valeria Martini's place. It was an old house just opposite the city walls and it had a spectacular view of the valley to the south of the city during the day. Now, in the dead of night, he parked right in front of the house and reached out with his senses to sweep the premises.

When he felt sure that there was no one in there, he got out of the car and went to work. He used the Force to quietly gain entry to the premises and began his search of the place. Sensing some ingredients and bottles of potions was tricky at first, but he finally felt the things upstairs. They were inside the walls between the master bedroom, its ensuite bathroom and a guest bedroom. These were not drywall and plywood walls that ensconced them. These were four walls, each almost a foot thick and made of solid brick and mortar. They enclosed a room the size of a large broom closet and Jamie had absolutely no idea how to get to them, except for tearing up the walls themselves. The floor and ceiling were concrete. He couldn't sense any kind of mechanism that would allow him access, even though logic and reason dictated that a convenient means of entry must exist.

While he had been busy trying to figure out how to get to the dangerous contents of the secret room, he completely missed the arrival of Valeria Martini. He sensed her only after she parked her car right in front of her house. Jamie looked around himself and swore. He was cut off from the exits. Valeria was about to unlock the front door and she could see the stairs and the back door from the lobby, so he couldn't run down and exit that way. He quietly padded to the bedroom. The windows were just about too small for him to squeeze out of, since he had bulked up. He couldn't believe that anyone had ever made a house with such small windows, even in the fourteenth century. He went back to the bedroom door and peeked out. He heard footsteps running up and he sensed the mood of the two minds in the house with him.

They had both been out, clubbing the night away and were now horny as hell, intent on doing the nasty. Jamie made a face and swore silently again. As they were running up the stairs, he couldn't run out of the master bedroom and into the spare one without them seeing him. He backed up and got into the closet, telekinetically shutting the door behind himself. The young witch and her date stopped right outside the bedroom door and he could hear her intone some chants. He peered out through the horizontal slats on the closet door. He could see a vertical row of aged bricks just past the open bedroom door and he realized she had used magic to open her stash. He could sense that section of wall was now opened.

He heard her chant some more and the wall reformed to once again safely enclose the items in question. He saw her enter the bedroom and reminded himself that he shouldn't be peeking. He felt like a pervert, watching her from the closet, but couldn't quite muster the willpower to stop himself. She was wearing a hot, little, red dress that she soon stripped out of, leaving herself in the tiniest of red thongs. Her small, perky breasts were sitting high on her chest, adorned by erect nipples. Jamie had already sensed her arousal and he knew she was about to have sex. She let the thong fall down her slender legs and stepped out of it. She reached down to rub her pussy for a few moments and then stopped herself reluctantly. She put on a silk robe that had been draped across the foot of the bed and whispered some syllables.

"Can you hear me," she suddenly bellowed. She was so loud that Jamie would have jumped up in alarm and given away his position if his Jedi senses hadn't warned him it was coming. The sudden noise still made his heart beat faster. Valeria walked over to the door and poked her head out. Jamie could sense that she was saying something to her date, but he couldn't hear her. He realized she had cast a spell to soundproof her bedroom.

She came back into the room, shut the door, and sat at her lighted vanity, sporting a big, gleeful smile that she tried to suppress as she started to run a brush through her wavy, light brown hair. Jamie could sense the mind of the man that was standing outside the door change. The process reminded him of when he had sensed Mamma Rizzoli transform into the beast, yet it was a bit different. Unlike her mind, which had been consumed with bloodlust and altered to augment that emotion, this guy's brain was consumed by a lust which deepened and became more primal and animalistic with each passing second. Jamie could tell that neither the man, nor the emerging beast had any intention to do any permanent harm to Valeria.

Just as he sensed the change complete itself, the door slammed open with a loud boom. The demonic figure from the photo stood in the doorframe. He had a broad, muscular chest, strong arms that rippled with corded muscles and a mass of long, thick dreadlocks atop his head. Valeria jumped out of her chair and screamed like a stuck pig. Jamie could sense she felt nothing akin to fear. The demon entered the room and laughed. His voice was deep and grating. It resonated through Jamie's chest. "I have you now, witch," he said.

"No," Valeria shrieked, shaking her head and retangling the locks she had just untangled. "No! Never! I'm pure! Leave me alone!" Jamie made a face at the poor quality of the dialogue.

The demon rushed at her and she ducked out of the way, but a dreadlock from the demon's head suddenly extended and came to life, wrapping itself around her wrist and preventing her from running away. Valeria screamed and tried to wiggle her wrist free, but more of the dreadlocks activated and they wrapped themselves around her other wrist and both her ankles. Valeria heaved and fought, struggling to get away, but the demon just laughed at her efforts as his hair lifted her in the air and held her still as he used his prehensile hair to slide the robe off her body. He then stretched her taut in a spread-eagle position. He admired her naked body with his arms folded across his chest. "Let me go, demon," she screamed, though Jamie sensed her mind was awash in nothing but lust and the desire to never be apart from her lover.

"Or what," the demon asked. One of his locks swished across the flushed skin of her breasts. Valeria shuddered and Jamie sensed her arousal peak. "Will you hurt me if I don't?" Several of the demon's locks started swinging free. He laughed an evil laugh. "Or will I be the one to hurt you, little witch?" His free locks started to land teasing hits upon her naked flesh, like a dozen whips. Valeria screamed at every contact, but Jamie could sense her enjoying the rough treatment. "You will beg me to take you before long, witch!" The hair whips licked at her breasts and sides before the demon flipped her over to whip her ass and back. Her screams were turning into grunts as her glossy flesh started to show pink welts criss-crossing it. Finally, the demon put her in a horizontal position with her legs over his shoulders and her swollen pussy right in his face.

"Will you submit to me, little one," the demon asked.

Valeria hung limply by the wrists and ankles. Jamie could sense the position was very uncomfortable to her. He could sense the welts were genuinely painful. He could also sense they were driving her to maddening arousal. His own cock was swelling up, inspired by the arousal Jamie was receiving from her mind. "Never, you monster," she said, her voice weak, but defiant.

"Never, you say," the demon said. One of his locks swished up and suddenly landed a soft blow upon her nether lips. Valeria shrieked and tensed up, her struggles to escape his grasp renewed. "How about now?"

"Fuck you," Valeria yelled.

The demon laughed some more and said, "Oh, I intend to. I intend to, my sweet witch." He landed three quick blows on her pussy, nearly drawing blood.

"Stop," Valeria yelled. "Please, stop!" Jamie sensed that she had reached her limit and would rather proceed to the main event.

"What would you I'd rather do with this open pussy," the demon asked. "I quite like the idea of whipping it."

"Please, fuck it," Valeria whispered.

"What was that," the demon asked.

"Please fuck my pussy," Valeria mumbled.

"I didn't quite catch that, little witch. Did you ask me to whip your pussy some more?"

"No! No, please! Please fuck my pussy!"

"Please fuck my pussy, what," the demon asked.

"Please, fuck my pussy, Master," Valeria said, her voice both pleading and lustful.

The demon smile widely and said, "See? I told you you'd submit to me."

He set her down on the bed in a kneeling position, facing the headboard. His hair-limbs still controlled her tired ones. Several of the free locks lowered to the front of him and undid his pants, lowering them and his underwear at the same time. He stepped out of it and stood behind her. Jamie's closet was behind and to the side of the action, but even he could see the red tip of a very large and erect cock sticking out in front of the demon. Jamie could also see a long, smooth tail hanging behind the demon's legs.

The demon put his hands on her ass and felt it up, possessively. "Who do you belong to," he asked.

"I belong to you, Master," she said.

He put his hands on her hips to hold her steady and started to stuff his large cock into her body. Valeria screamed like a stuck pig, but Jamie could sense she was experiencing far more pleasure than pain. He was sure she'd fry him like a piece of bacon if he dared interrupt the proceedings at this point. The demon used her like a sex toy, positioning her limbs to his delight with his prehensile hair and moving her hips up and down his shaft with his powerful hands. Some of his free locks were still swishing at her flushed skin, accentuating the overwhelming pleasure she was exposed to, with their small, painful licks.

Jamie sensed Valeria climax upon the demon's shaft and that made his cock harden to the point of pain. She screamed out loud and her limbs shook ineffectually. The demon paused and watched her flush in pleasure. When she opened her eyes, she looked into his and begged him to stop.

The demon laughed and said, "I've yet to start in earnest, little witch." His tail rose up and found its way to the crack of her ass.

"No! No! Not there," she screamed, but Jamie could sense it was all an act. He couldn't see it from his vantage point, but he read from her mind that the demon was using the smooth tip of his tail to tickle her asshole. The demon lifted the end of his tail to his nose and took a deep whiff. He whistled in appreciation of the smell and spat upon his tail. Jamie could sense from her mind that the demon was slowly lubing up and relaxing her asshole with his tail. He also kept spitting down upon the crack of her ass, even as he resumed jerking off his massive tool with her slender body. 

Jamie sensed Valeria climax again at the depravity of her lover's actions and he had no choice but to undo his zipper and pull out his hard meat. Its confinement inside his pants was starting to get really painful. Valeria screamed out her pleasure and, when she finished, Jamie sensed her profound loss as the demon pulled out of her pussy. He immediately pressed his tool to her asshole. Jamie could feel the overwhelming pain of his penetration in her mind. He could also feel the demon boyfriend's pleasure at the slimy tightness.

The demon slowly inched his meat into her ass and she submitted to him fully. Jamie sensed how much she was enjoying being his helpless fuckpuppet. Spurred on by her desire, he was beginning to feel the need to touch himself. He retreated to his place of inner calm and refused to give in to the temptation. He was not going to stoop so low as to jizz in someone else's wardrobe while spying on them. The demon soon started fucking her in earnest and Jamie sensed in her mind that the demon was using his tail to stimulate her pussy. Combined with the hard pounding in her ass and the stinging bites of his hair upon her skin, the tail playing with her nether lips was rapidly making her mind go bye-bye.

As her mind fell apart under the onslaught of pleasure, Jamie could read it freely. He found out that she hadn't known what Rizzoli was going to use her potions for and that she only intended to use her stash of ingredients to make transformation potions for her boyfriend and her to enjoy. Satisfied that she presented no danger to anyone, he pulled out of her mind and stood in the wardrobe with his eyes closed for the next ten minutes, subjected to the unmistakable odor of sex, the slapping of sweaty flesh against sweaty flesh and the girl's hoarse cries of ecstasy, none of which were helping him in his quest to not touch himself. Finally, the girl's cries faded and the demon let out a roar that resounded in the small space like an explosion. Jamie peeked with one eye and saw through the slats that the demon was holding up the witch by her hair. Her face was just above his crotch and it was sprayed with a huge amount of white goo. The demon squirted some more on her and then stopped, his breathing heavy.




A-Cup Angst Ch. 15



"Wow," Mara said, for the thirtieth time in a row. It was the only thing she said since they had left the restaurant where Jamie had told her the truth about his former harem of slaves and all of his dealings with magic. He had expected her to react that way. His tale was fantastical and shocking, after all. "I mean, wow!" The only thing he held back was the fact that he had some small amount of Force ability. It just felt wrong for him to reveal his last ace in the hole, even to a proven friend like Mara. The world was just too dangerous, in his estimation.

Jamie nodded, glad for the small addition to her vocabulary. He sensed she was finishing processing everything he had told her. He calmly waited and kept slowly walking her to her dormitory. Drunken youths stumbled across their path, every now and then, since it was late in the evening. The freezing, winter air had snapped Mara out of her initial shock at hearing Jamie's tale and he could sense she was slowly coming to a decision on what she was going to think of it all. Jamie checked his phone's navigation app and saw that they were now just minutes away from the dorm.

"I had thought," she said and paused. "I thought you guys had a kinky but consensual thing going on. I really did."

Jamie shrugged. "It was never consensual," he said. "I wish it had been, that would have been something, but it wasn't. It was what I just told you." He sensed her fixate on an erotic image of herself on her knees, presenting her breasts with her hands and him standing over her and spraying her with his seed. He nodded to himself, slightly bemused. Apparently, Mara decided he wasn't all that bad. Some part of what he had done to his girls appealed to her.

"Look," she said and then searched for words. "This was all very... shocking to hear. I think I need some more time to think about it all."

Jamie nodded. "I understand. You take all the time you need. I'd like to see you again tomorrow, though." He needed to find out what kind of trouble she was in and help her get out of it before he left.

They rounded a corner and Mara said, "This is my dorm."

It was an old building that had obviously been recently restored to its former glory. Its outer walls were covered in white marble and reliefs that depicted long dead people, mostly fighting battles. "Wow," Jamie said, prompting Mara's giggle.

"Yeah, don't worry," she said. "It's modern on the inside. Come on! I'll show you!" She took him by the hand and started to pull him towards the side of the building. "We need to go in through the side entrance. The front doors are locked this late at night."

The more she pulled him towards the door, the more Jamie hesitated. He couldn't sense the mind of anyone inside the building. He could see lights on inside and shadows moving across some of the upstairs windows, indicating there were people in there, but he couldn't sense anyone's mind. He didn't think the magical privacy screen over the building was benevolent, not even for a second. His experiences with magic taught him that privacy shields meant something bad was afoot. The source of Mara's trouble was most probably inside the dorm itself, concealed by magic.

Mara practically dragged him to the side door. "Come on," she urged. She knocked twice on the door and it opened. She stepped inside and her mind vanished from Jamie's radar. He stepped into the dimly lit corridor right behind her and his Jedi senses were immediately overwhelmed by all the minds in the building and the lust that was consuming them. In the split second he had lost Mara's mind from view, it had transformed into an entity of pure, carnal lust, reminding him of Laura and Alessandra under the effects of her magical lubricant. Except that this was a different feeling. When Laura and Alessandra had been under its effects, their minds were overwhelmed by it, but present in the background. Mara's mind was not. She was an empty vessel for all the lust that now filled her. Jamie retreated into his calm center and pulled the rug out from under his fear that she had been permanently transformed.

A stone-faced goon, that looked to be almost seven feet tall and had muscles that dwarfed Jamie's, put a hand on his chest, stopping him dead in his tracks. "You're late," another goon said to Mara. Mara giggled and ran off deeper into the building. Jamie almost sighed in relief. He could sense the goons' minds and he picked up on the fact that whatever had been done to Mara just now, had been done to her many times already and had left no permanent effect. As relieved as he was for Mara's well-being, he was worried for his. The goons' minds were completely obsessed with the idea of obedience to the rules, whatever those were. Jamie felt certain that he couldn't pull a mind trick on either of them, no matter how hard he tried, or how slickly he worded it. He didn't want to fight the goons since his telekinesis would be next to useless in the close quarters of the hall. He'd slam a goon against the wall only for the goon to reach out and punch his lights out. Mara was well within their reach, too. If he made a tussle right now, she might get hurt.

The goon that stopped him gestured with one of his huge arms to the first door in the hallway that the other goon opened. Jamie cast one last look at Mara as she ran around the corner, consumed with lustful excitement, and then he entered the indicated room. The goons closed the door behind him and he was left alone in what looked to be an office. He sensed one of the goons standing guard right outside the door. He wasn't going anywhere. Jamie took the opportunity to reach out and probe the minds of anyone inside the building that could give him any kind of information.

He couldn't count the number of young girls in the dorm since each one had the exact same blank mind, filled with lust and knowing only the desire to please. Jamie got no info from them. He sensed men, other than the goons, in the building and focused on those. There were a few dozen rich guys in the dorm and they were having wild sex with whatever girl they wanted. He quickly gained an understanding of what was going on. The whole dorm had been magically transformed into a top notch brothel that charged an arm and a leg to its patrons, but delivered the greatest sex of their lives. Jamie could sense all the patrons were utterly smitten with the total lack of acting and inhibitions in the many spectacularly beautiful girls they had at their disposal for the whole night.

His fists tightened as he realized Mara had probably been violated and prostituted ever since the first day she had come here. He had first sensed the vague feeling of foreboding that ultimately led him to her, about the same time she had come to Florence. He subdued his anger and focused on a strange mind that was coming his way. She was a woman and she still had her own mind, unaffected by lust. He sensed her thinking about him and wondering who he was. He realized she was the madam of this supernatural brothel and he wasn't on the guest list that she had personally put together. Her mind was strong, but secretive, and he could glean only the minimal of specific information from it. What he did read from her with certainty was that she had no compunction about having her goons throttle him to death and then dig up an old grave in the cemetery to dump his body in. Jamie summoned all his emotions to him to power his telepathy and put his game face on.

He had no idea how the spell that took Mara's mind worked and how he was supposed to end it safely. He guessed it might stop working on her just as it started, by crossing the threshold. The very act of doing so was probably a trigger for a bunch of charms already in place in the mind of every girl that was staying in the dorm. He decided to try and talk his way past the madam and explore the dorm until he found Mara and could safely sneak her out the doors. If he couldn't talk his way into the dorm proper, he'd just have to telekinetically fight his way in. That wasn't a prospect he was looking forward to. When he sensed two more goons following the madam, he decided that fighting was definitely plan B.

The door to the office opened wide and two different goons from the ones that had intercepted him squeezed themselves into the room to brush the ceiling with their short, spiky hair. Jamie gave them a look. Each wore a formal black suit that looked like it could serve as a tent for a family of five in the event of an emergency. He could sense they were wearing guns in shoulder holsters. The madam entered the room and stood between them.

Jamie's jaw nearly dropped at the sight of her. She was tall and had a curvy, hourglass shape that was lewdly displayed in her brief, black outfit. She wore a corset that cinched her waist and pushed up her ample bosom, only barely covering her nipples. From the corset hung straps for her sheer stockings and the straps framed her lacy thong, like it was a bull's-eye. Her dark brown hair was cut into a pageboy haircut and her pretty, narrow face was decorated by a playful grin of her red lips.

"Good evening," she said, speaking Italian in a silken voice.

Jamie kept a stony expression on his face and let some boredom and annoyance creep into his voice as he said, "Good evening."

"And you are," she said.

Jamie pulled a platinum card out of his pocket and said, "Interested to see if this place is as good as its reputation."

For a timeless moment, the woman just regarded him coldly. Then she smiled and said, "It is actually much better. Words cannot describe it. You shall soon see for yourself." She gestured with her hand and one of the goons took the card from Jamie's hand and pulled a wireless swiper from his own jacket pocket. He put the card through the reader and waited for it to clear.

"How did you hear of my little establishment," she asked Jamie.

"From a business associate," he said.

"And what is your business," she asked.

"None of yours," Jamie replied, somewhat harshly. "I have been assured of the utmost discretion. If that is not true, than I'm-"

"No, no, no," she said, raising her hands in a placating gesture. "We do not ask questions here. We merely fulfill dreams and fantasies." The swiper beeped and the goon showed its small screen to the madam. "You are most welcome to partake of all we have on offer..." She paused and looked at the device. Jamie had given them a card that was attached to a numbered account and bore no name on it. "Sir. All the girls are guaranteed to be disease free so you are free to shoot your load anywhere. No girl is going to get pregnant with your seed, that I promise you. You can order each and every girl to bring you anything you want. We have a very popular and well stocked BDSM dungeon in the basement, if you're interested in it." The other goon opened the door. The madam gestured at it. "Please, enjoy!" As Jamie tried to walk past her, she put a hand to his chest and stopped him, saying, "Oh, but do try to remember the one rule we have here. There are no rules. Everything you want, goes. With that in mind, if you kill any of the girls, we will be charging you extra for the loss."

Jamie nodded, concealing how sick hearing that made him feel, and went through the door to explore the brothel dorm. He could sense the woman lower her guard somewhat, now that he was no longer in front of her. She was still suspicious of him, but not particularly so. She had a habit of paying special attention to every new client, both to identify potential security risks and to customize her offer for their greatest pleasure. He soon started to sense hidden cameras and microphones planted all throughout the dorm. He realized that he was going to have to play along and act the brothel patron.

He circulated the downstairs, witnessing one act of debauchery after another. The girls were young and beautiful, wearing either nothing at all or some transparent little nothing that only accentuated their nudity. The smell of sex was thick in the air, mixed with a faint aroma of incense. There was no sign of Mara downstairs and he couldn't make out her mind from all the other girls in the dorm. He suddenly sensed that the madam was paying him special attention. To the best of his ability to read her mind, she was in the basement and watching him on a monitor. He fought the urge to look right into the camera. He could sense her suspicion and he realized he needed to fuck some chick to keep his cover.

He moved over to where two cute, naked Asian chicks were eating each other out for the viewing pleasure of a fat, sweaty and exhausted old man. "Do you mind," Jamie asked politely.

The man just waved his hand and then shouted to a blonde that had walked into the room, wearing only high heels and a pair of handcuffs, "Get me a drink!" The blonde curtsied and left. 

Jamie put his hands on the backside of the Asian on top and she immediately responded, pulling her head out of the lower one's crotch and smiling at him. Jamie gestured at his crotch and she reached out to undo the zipper, barely taking her smiling eyes off of his. She reached in and fished out his cock. He was almost at full mast just from seeing all the wild fucking going around. When she gave him a few strokes, he became rock hard. The girl sucked his cock into her mouth and giggled in delight as she ran her tongue across his glans. Jamie sucked in a breath as the girl sucked him with incredible passion and skill. She took him all the way to the back of her throat, swallowing for his stimulation, she tickled his glans with impossibly perfect strokes of her tongue, she gently cradled his balls and ran a loving finger over his perineum. Jamie couldn't contain himself for long. Her ministrations made him forget all about his plight, Laura and Alessandra, his family, Mara, the madam and the goons and he shot his load down her eager throat, yelling unintelligibly as his whole body shook in pleasure.

As he came back to Earth, he realized the girl was still sucking him and he was not losing his boner. The other Asian cutie peeked out from behind her friend's ass and gave him a questioning look. He nodded for her to join in the fun and she slapped her companion's ass. The two delightfully cute and sexy Asians both knelt before Jamie and took turns worshipping his cock. He hadn't had it that good since he had lost his slave harem. The girls undid his pants and drew them down his legs, along with his underwear. He stood naked as two beautiful, young women sucked him off.

Jamie heard a grunt and looked over to the fat, old man. He grunted as he came in the mouth of the blonde that still wore handcuffs. The old man smiled a heavenly smile and then passed out. The blonde kept worshipping his cock, nonetheless. Jamie didn't have the time to be embarrassed as the Asians used both their dainty hands to stroke his shaft, tickle his balls and taint and even run a well lubed finger around and over his anus. Seeing that he didn't object to assplay, one of the girls scooted behind him and started to give him a rimjob, using her hands to tickle his taint and balls. The other focused solely on his shaft and Jamie was having trouble making coherent thoughts. Spurred on by their selfless ministrations, he shot his second load of the night and nearly collapsed in ecstatic exhaustion.

"Help me sit down," he ordered the girls. They did and he ordered them to bring him some refreshments. The Asians curtsied and rushed out of the room. Jamie heaved great big breaths and watched the ass of the blonde that was still kneeling before the sleeping man, licking away at his soft dick. Jamie fought against the sudden rush of tiredness and reminded himself that he was there on a mission. He regained his focus and sought out the madam's mind again. He could tell that she was still watching him closely, but she was splitting her attention between him and a few others.

The Asians rushed back, one carrying a tray with drinks and the other a tray with finger foods. Jamie took a big drink of water and sampled some of the food. The girls quietly offered to bring him anything he wants, but he just told them to sit next to him as he rested. They knelt at the sides of his chair and looked up at him in adoration. Jamie couldn't sense any remnant of their former selves in them. He had no idea who they were and what they came to study in Florence. He felt terribly guilty for abusing them just now and he firmly decided to free all the girls and end this witch madam's nefarious practice. He was going to toss off a heap of anonymous tips to the Carabinieri as soon as he got Mara out of there and hope they fixed things. In the meanwhile, he wanted to find Mara and keep her safe from all the other perverts in the dorm. The madam's words about charging extra for any girls killed were haunting him.

As soon as he got his strength back, he ordered the two girls to come along with him. He got up and resumed his search of the dorm. It was a messy chaos of flesh and fucking and people were changing locations at random, making it impossible for him to conduct a grid search. Finally, he said to his two Asian sidekicks, "Find me a full-bodied, pale skinned, raven-haired beauty with blue eyes. I want to fuck something like that next!" The girls nodded and rushed off to find his next fuck.

Their search was yielding results, but not the right one. The dorm had more than a dozen alabaster skinned, dark haired girls with light eyes, each more beautiful than the last. Most were skinnier than Mara and he dismissed them based on that criterion but, when he sensed the madam paying special attention to him again, he felt he had no choice but to fuck the next girl one of the Asians brought to him. Otherwise, the madam would definitely suspect him. 

He bent the big-breasted brunette over a desk in one of the dorm rooms and fucked her from behind. She squealed in genuine arousal and bucked back into him, impaling herself on his cock like it was her only purpose in life. As much as Jamie hated himself for raping the girl like that, he couldn't resist the shuddering grasp of her pussy as she came and squirted all over his balls. He came in her pussy and nearly passed out in pleasure. He barely had the strength to get to the bed and lie down. The girl followed him and licked her juices off his balls and shaft. Despite his best efforts, Jamie was overcome by weariness. He closed his eyes for just one second.

He was woken by one of the goons. "It is morning," the goon said. "Time to leave!" Jamie jumped up and got dressed, feeling like an idiot for having fallen asleep and not gotten Mara out of there. The goon escorted him to the side door. Jamie could sense that all the girls were still slaves to lust with no trace of their original personality. He allowed himself to be shown to the door and then walked out and hid behind a corner. The city was just waking up and dawn was breaking across the sky. Jamie stood still in his hiding place and watched the dorm.

During the next few minutes, several other clients emerged from the side door and parted ways amicably. As they walked away, Jamie probed their minds, but all he could get was their satisfaction at a night well spent and a small degree of sadness. He focused intently on them and got a sense that they were sad because the brothel would not be operable for a short while. They got in their waiting cars and were driven off, leaving Jamie to wonder why they had been told that the brothel would not be operable and he wasn't. Something bothered him. He decided to go back into the dorm and get Mara out. If a goon asked him, he'd just say he forgot something inside.

As he walked back towards the door, the magical privacy barrier faded away to reveal the presence of more than a hundred minds inside. None of the minds were consumed by lust. Each was different and more than most were asleep. The brothel was done for the night. Jamie didn't break stride and instead focused on picking out Mara's mind. Just as he got to the door, he sensed her. She was being led out the back door by a goon. Her mind was her own, but her will wasn't. Jamie's guts churned as he realized Mara was under the effects of charm magic. As quickly as her mind appeared on his mental radar, it vanished.




A-Cup Angst Ch. 15



He used the Force to open the side door and dashed into the dorm. Cutting straight through it was the faster way to the back door. He let the Force guide him as he parkoured his way through the narrow corridors and bounded over furniture. In seconds, he made his way through the whole dorm and was out the back door. He saw two SUVs with tinted back windows turn a corner in the distance. The madam, the goons and Mara had to be in them. Jamie nearly panicked as he realized Mara was most likely in mortal danger. He ran after them with all the speed he could muster. He retreated into his calm center and forced himself to analyze the situation calmly and rationally.

The madam must have been told that he and she came in together and that probably sent her into a frenzy of suspicion. She charmed Mara into coming along for questioning later on at a secure location. He didn't want to think what the madam would do with Mara after she told her all about him and their connection. He hoped his terrible reputation as the Bludgeoner would give the madam some pause and make her spare Mara as a bargaining chip, but he feared most that the witch would just kill her and cut her losses. She had been so blasé about having girls killed. Plus, he had told Mara that he didn't have magic anymore. If he had still been a magician, then he could have hoped for this witch to crap her pants and let go of Mara. "She might disbelieve Mara about me being a mundane," he told himself, but he didn't really buy it.

Jamie rounded the corner they had turned, only to find the road empty. He gasped for breath and cast his gaze about. The cars were already too far away and he couldn't follow them. He saw no security cameras nearby and he retraced his steps towards the dorm. There were no cameras overlooking the dorm's parking lot or the access road. He went back into the dorm itself and found Mara's room. He was shocked to find that all of her belongings were gone. He found nothing he could take and give to someone who could scry on her location. His face took on a grim cast. The witch was probably going to kill Mara and dump her corpse where it would not be found. Why else would she take everything that could be used to scry on her?

Jamie breathed through his rising rage. "I've fucked up," he told himself. "I should have split skulls as soon as I came in and left the mess for the cops to sort out. I should have gotten Mara out, whatever the cost." From his inner place of calm, he let the rage and guilt fade away. This wasn't about him. This was about Mara. He needed to find her and save her. He needed to think about the situation calmly and without passion clouding his judgment. He needed to get into the woman's head and discern her motives and future actions.

"In crime," Jamie thought to himself, "the motive was always either passion or money, or sometimes both." This witch probably got off on enslaving and pimping out young women, but she charged for it. Jamie nearly slapped his forehead and said, "D'oh," as he realized he could trace the money.

He dashed out of the dorm, parkouring his way across and around the furniture and the still half-asleep young women milling about the halls. He went out the side door and ran to his car. He got in and powered up his laptop to trace where his money had gone. It was an anonymous, numbered account, just like the one he had paid her from. He winced. The bank it was in was renowned for its electronic security measures. He had next to no chance of hacking into its database of authorization codes and taking the witch's money to ransom it for Mara's life. Even if he did, she could fix it all in minutes with just a phone call. He probed the network with Nova's algorhythms and managed to find out that the account had been opened around the time Mara came to Florence. He examined the account's activity log and saw that it had no withdrawals. There were only payments to it.

He traced all the payments back to their owners and identified the witch's client list. Now he had something he could bargain with, exposing all of her clients. Jamie paused, not letting his sense of triumph overwhelm him. Why had there been no withdrawals from the account? He cross-referenced the bank accounts of her clients and soon found another thing they had in common in recent history. They had all made similar payments to a different numbered account that had been closed since and had its balance transferred to a bank in Luxembourg, where the funds had been withdrawn in cash. As he looked further back in history, that previous account had more people depositing money into it and he then found records of yet another, older account that the witch had been using to collect her payments. That account's patrons were almost completely different from the ones patronizing her current account.

Jamie wiped his face in disappointment. The witch changed her customers over time. If he threatened her with exposure, she'd likely just retrieve her funds, cut her losses and set up shop somewhere else. And she'd definitely kill Mara in retaliation. He couldn't call the cops to raid the dorm out of fear for Mara's safety. If the girl was even still alive, the only thing that would keep her alive was if the witch didn't know what Jamie's game was and what he was going to do. The witch would be wise to keep her around as a bargaining chip. Jamie chose to proceed as if Mara was still alive. He had no other option. If Mara was dead, than she was dead and there was nothing he could do. But, if she was still alive, then he had an obligation to act accordingly.

He quickly ran through his options. He could go visit all the cemeteries of Florence and the surrounding area, but that would only lead him to the discovery of her corpse after it was too late. He could stake out the account and wait for the witch in Luxembourg after she chose to empty it, but that would also probably only happen after it was too late for Mara. He could try and do a blood scry on the girl, but he feared that wherever she was kept, it would be warded against it. Still, it was an option. He looked up Mara's mother online and found out that she lived in New Mexico. He could call Caitlin Ford in California and have her find Mrs. O'Donnell and obtain a lock of her hair and then fly it to Florence to do a blood scry for him. It was a long shot, but one that would be worth a try.

Jamie had a better idea he wanted to try first. He hacked into the telecom's records and tried to find out how the current clients received notice of when the brothel was in operation. He soon learned they all received a text message with a time and date from a pre-paid burner phone. The phone would be turned off as soon as the messages were sent and it never popped up on the network again, meaning that it was probably immediately destroyed. Jamie retrieved the info of which tower the cell phones had been using during that time and projected it on a map. During the past few months, those burner phones had been used in the center of Florence.

After some more hacking, he managed to find out that the phones in question had been bought just minutes before their use at various shops in the center of the city. He drove to those shops and used the Force to break in and look at their security footage. It was of no use. Half of them didn't have any security cameras, and the other half recycled their tapes so they only had them from the day before. Jamie had no image of the buyer of the phones to run through databases. His lips drew down in a displeased grimace. Their choice of shops was most likely intentional.

His only real option of finding the witch was if he went around and asked her most recent clients how they had heard of her in the first place. He hesitated. That might lead to them calling the witch and telling her that he was looking for her. Jamie weighed the pros and cons for a few minutes. If they did have a way of contacting her, then he'd simply have to beat it out of them first and trace it to the witch madam's location. He looked up the most recent client's address and drove there. It was a villa on the outskirts of Florence. The man, Guido, lived there with his family. He was some kind of big shot, Jamie guessed, based on his security. Jamie parked, got out of the car and walked up to the gate where the armed and armored guard challenged him. Jamie sensed he was new at his post.

"I am invited in," Jamie said, putting all of his Force ability behind his voice.

The guard looked uncertain for a moment, then opened the gate and allowed Jamie to go in. Jamie let the Force guide him to the dining room where Guido was having breakfast with his family. He shook his head grimly. Guido had a teenaged daughter that was only a few years younger than the girls he had been violating all night long. Jamie couldn't fathom how the man rationalized his actions to himself. As he gazed at the man with his enhanced senses, he detected that Guido was carrying an emergency beacon. He sent his senses out and detected that the hub for the system was in the den. Jamie took a photo of the family and then went to the den.

After he disabled the alarm system, he sent the photo to Guido, accompanied by the text, "Come to the den, or I kill them all." He sensed Guido receive and view the picture. Guido then activated his alarm, excused himself from the table and went to the den. He paused in the hallway, looking around for his security staff that should have met him there already. Jamie opened the door and dragged the man inside. "Be quiet," he hissed. "If your family comes here, I'll kill them all." Jamie had no intention of harming Guido's family, but he had to make a very convincing show of it if he was going to get any info out of him. He deposited the scared man into a chair. "The brothel from last night! How did you first come to hear of it?"

"What?"

Jamie grabbed Guido's arm and twisted it, making him yelp in pain. "I told you to be quiet," he said. "Unless you want me to rape your wife and daughter?"

"No," Guido hissed in panic, "please, no!"

"If you don't want me to hurt your loved ones," Jamie said, "then tell me how you first came to hear of the brothel from last night!"

"I don't know what-" he started saying. He was interrupted by Jamie giving him another painful twist of his arm.

"Are you trying to stall for time," Jamie asked. "Your security detail isn't coming. And even if they were..."

"Who sent you?!"

Jamie punched Guido with all his might. It felt good, in a way, for him to be able to vent his frustrations like that. He forced such feelings out of his mind and refocused on the task at hand. He seized Guido's almost insensate form and put him in a stress position on his knees. He applied torque to Guido's shoulders and the man clenched up in agony.

"Wait," Guido begged, "wait!"

Jamie activated the stopwatch feature on his phone and held it up before Guido's face. "You have one more minute to tell me how you came to hear of the brothel in the first place," he said. "After that, I cripple you and drag you to the dining room so you can watch me violate your women, just like you did all night long."

"Are you with," Guido said and groaned in agony, "with the police?"

"Tick, tock," Jamie calmly said.

Guido struggled futilely some more, but he cracked when he saw the timer count down to ten. "Carlo told me about it," he all but yelled in pain.

"Which Carlo," Jamie asked. He could sense Guido was telling him the truth. The man was envisioning a meeting he had with this Carlo where he had been told all about the brothel after they had a few drinks to celebrate a business partnership.

"Carlo Tomassi," Guido said.

Jamie could tell he was telling the truth. He stopped the timer. "And how do you get in touch with the madam of the brothel?"

"I don't," Guido said. "None of us do. She sends us a text message telling us when the place is open for business. We're not allowed to visit there otherwise. She's dangerous! You don't want to cross her!"

Much to his distress, Jamie could tell that that was also true. Guido definitely knew of no way to contact the madam, even if he wanted to do it. "And how does she let you know that the brothel has changed venue?"

"In the texts," Guido said through gritted teeth. "If the place changed address, she'd send us the new address when she sends us the time and date. Let me go! Please!"

Jamie let go of Guido and the man collapsed to the floor in a boneless heap. He nearly cried with relief. Jamie crouched by his head and said, "If you try and tell anyone about my visit and what we just discussed... If you call the cops, Carlo Tomassi, your priest, anyone at all... I'll come back here, slaughter your security, cripple you and make you watch as I rape and cripple your family. All of them. Are we clear?"

Guido nodded frantically. Jamie could sense he had made quite an impression on the man. He stood up and left the villa, giving the guard at the gate a jaunty wave goodbye. As soon as he got to his car, he took control of every number Guido and his family had. Whatever call they made, it would get routed to his laptop first. He also had his server continually record the audio the phones' microphones were picking up. He set one of Nova's old voice recognition algorhythms to transcribe all the conversations and identify keywords in the recordings almost simultaneously as they were being made. If Guido tried to tell anyone about Jamie's visit, Jamie would know about it instantly.

He checked the address of Carlo Tomassi in his list of clients and drove off towards him. He had barely rounded the corner from Guido's street when his daughter's cellphone dialed Tomassi's phone. Jamie put his bluetooth earpiece on and said, "Very well, Guido. I'll be back later to violate your family. Don't worry, I'll bring some friends and we'll make it a real party."

He heard a frightened gasp on the other end of the line and then Guido's tearful voice said, "No, please! Don't! I'm-"

Jamie ended the call and drove on. He received no notices about Guido making any more attempts to tell anyone about Jamie's visit. He found Tomassi at his workplace, feeling smug and satisfied. The receptionist at the front door didn't even look up as Jamie walked right passed her. Tomassi's personal secretary saw him coming and sat up straight to challenge him. Jamie could tell she was too focused after her three early morning coffees to fall for a Jedi mind trick so he smiled a charming smile and said, "Please tell mister Tomassi that Guido Salvatore sent me on a private matter. I'll only take up a minute of his time."

The secretary asked him to have a seat as he waited and then relayed his words to her boss through the intercom. "Mister Tomassi will see you now," she said, after a minute, and indicated the door.

Jamie nodded gratefully and went in. Tomassi was sitting behind his desk, still basking in the delight of last night. His defenses were completely lowered, helped by the fact that he thought Jamie was there on an errand from his trusted friend and valued associate.

Jamie out all his power behind his voice as he said, "I am a close friend of Guido's. I am trusted with the secret of the brothel from last night." Carlo smiled serenely. "I wish to know how to join in the fun."

Carlo gave a small, dismissive wave of his hand. "We just bring you with us the next time it's open and you are vetted at the door," he said. "All we have to do is vouch for you. I vouched for Guido, you know."

"And how do I contact the madam if I wish for something special," Jamie asked.

"You don't," Carlo said. "You won't need to. The place has everything you could possibly want. And even if it doesn't, it will be provided for you the next time you visit. They figure out exactly what you want, even if you don't know it yet yourself. And then they give it to you." He sighed in delight. "It is heaven."

"And how did you come to learn about it," Jamie asked.

"Giovanni told me," Carlo said. He smiled as he revisited that glad memory.

Jamie snuck a peak at it. He gleaned Giovanni's identity and confirmed that Carlo had been telling him the truth. "There is no need to ever tell anyone about this meeting," Jamie said, putting all the power of his mind behind his words.

"No need," Carlo said and nodded.

Jamie left the man's office and checked on the location of this Giovanni character. He was from Milan and was staying in a hotel in Florence. He belonged to an older set of the witch's patrons and he apparently came here just to visit the brothel. Jamie drove to the hotel and was surprised to find that the extremely wealthy man had stayed in a small room near the ground floor. As he went to the door of the room, he sensed the man's mind and gleaned two things: Giovanni was packing to leave for the nearby train station on foot and Giovanni was deathly afraid of heights and flying.

Jamie snorted a laugh and went to the elevators. He went to the top floor and then climbed up on the roof of the hotel. He knew that Giovanni would walk down the side street on his way to the train station. He stood on the ledge overlooking the alleyway and waited. Soon, Giovanni walked down the street, dragging his luggage on wheels behind himself and whistling softly.

Jamie extended both his arms towards the man on the street below and put all his power into seizing him. He felt the man's panic and fear overwhelm him as he began to float straight up in the air. To Giovanni, it felt like gravity had suddenly stopped working for him and it was his worst fear come true. He flailed his limbs uselessly as he floated higher and higher. He was silent as the grave. His voice quit on him in panic.

When Jamie lifted the man to the height of the roof, he made him float there in mid-air and said, "Hello, Giovanni. Let's have a little talk!" Giovanni just stared at him in uncomprehending horror. "You are going to tell me how you first came to learn of the brothel you visited last night and then you're going to tell me how to get in touch with the madam."

Giovanni just flailed his limbs about, looking like he was trying to swim to the relative safety of the high rooftop Jamie was standing on. Jamie let go of the man and he fell. Giovanni's voice came back to him and he screamed as he plummeted to his death. Jamie telekinetically stopped his descent midway and pulled him up to his level again. He gave Giovanni a questioning look with eyebrows raised.

Giovanni was hyperventilating and looking at him with wild eyes. "She," he gasped. "She, she, she, she came to me. Three years ago! She came to me in a hotel in Geneva! She asked me if I wanted to have all my desires fulfilled!" Jamie could tell the man was telling the truth. His blind fear had rendered his mind an open book. "I thought she meant herself and I said yes, but she took my number and then invited me to her brothel! I, I, I can't get in touch with her! No one can! She texts us! She sends us text messages when the brothel is open! It's in an all-girl dormitory next to this Piazza! I forget the address, but I can show you! I swear! If, if, if you want to come, too! I'll take you there! That's all it takes! I take you there and I vouch for you at the door! And you're in! I'll take you there!"

"No more brothels for you," Jamie said and let go of Giovanni. The man shrieked in dread and agony as he fell to his death. The street rushed up to meet him in a scene from his worst nightmares. Just as he was going to die, his descent slowed and he gently landed next to his luggage. He lay prostrate on the floor, his heart beating more wildly that he had ever thought possible. He hugged the cold, unyielding and dirty asphalt of the sidewalk and cried.

Jamie descended the fire escape jumping from landing to landing, using the Force to enhance his grip and strength. When he jumped down next to Giovanni, he stood over the man and said, "You're not going to tell anyone anything about this little chat, are you?" Giovanni shook his head as much as he could, considering that he was shaking all over. "Good boy."




A-Cup Angst Ch. 15



Jamie walked back to his car and got in. He punched the steering wheel in frustration. He had no doubt that he could interrogate each and every one of the madam's clients and not find a single one that knew how to find her. He was plum out of ways to find and save Mara. He went online and connected to Caitlin Ford's phone in California. He uploaded and installed some software on it and then made the phone ring.

Caitlin answered saying, "Hello?"

"Hello, Caitlin, it's Jamie Jacobs! Sorry to call like this, out of the blue, have you got a minute?"

"Jamie, yes! Oh, my god, it's so good to hear from you again!"

"Yeah, you too, Caitlin," Jamie said. "Listen! Are you free these next couple of days? I need to ask you to do me a huge favor."

"Uh, yeah, I'm free. And I owe you my life, literally. Ask away!"

"I need you to help me find a young woman that's in trouble. Serious trouble."

"Sure! What can I do," Caitlin asked, eager to help.

"Do you have any way of scrying on people without having any of their possessions on hand," Jamie asked.

"No," Caitlin said. "Not without a sample from their close relatives for a blood scry."

"Shit," Jamie said. "Alright, then that's what we're going to have to do. Caitlin, I need you to get packed and ready for a trip. The woman's mother is her closest known living relative and I need you to go to New Mexico to find her and obtain some hair for a blood scry."

"Ok," Caitlin said. "I can do that!"

"Thank you, Caitlin. Oh, and don't tell anyone about any of this, ok? I'm kind of a wanted man in the States. If Section ever heard of this call, they'd probably detain you for questioning. This talk we're having is secure. Don't go telling anyone else that I've just called you, or that you're helping me. Can you do that for me? Can you keep this a secret, please?"

"Yeah, sure, Jamie!"

"Ok," Jamie said and sighed in relief. "Your phone has an app on it that tells you where Mrs. O'Donnell's cellphone is. Use it to find her. The app is the yellow target icon in the bottom of your screen. Get packed and go to the airport. I'll make all the travel arrangements necessary."

Caitlin checked her screen and saw a yellow target icon that had never been there before. "Ok, Jamie. I'll get packed in a few minutes and then I'll be on my way!"

"Thank you again, Caitlin," Jamie said. "Thank you so much!" He hung up. He booked a first class ticket on a redeye for Caitlin and then made arrangements for her to fly to Florence. He paid for all the tickets to be in first class. He used the secure communication protocol he had installed on her phone to text her the details of the second leg of her trip and then sat back and ran his fingers through his hair as he tried to come up with another, faster way to find Mara.

As soon as she received the information on how she would fly to Florence, Caitlin dialed a number with a New York area code.

"Hello," Rose Romano said, in a grumpy voice.

"Rose! Hi! It's me, Caitlin! You're not going to believe who just called me!""

"And I'm not going to care, either," Rose mumbled, sleepily. "Fuck you, bitch, for calling at this hour!"

"Jamie just called me!"

After a pause on the line, Caitlin heard Rose say, "What?"

"Jamie just called me to help him," Caitlin said, excitedly. "I'll tell you all about it in the morning! Come meet me at JFK!"

Caitlin hung up, leaving Rose to yell, "Hello," into the phone. The girl sleeping next to her in bed rolled over and grumbled unintelligibly at the loud noises she was making. Rose turned on the bedside lamp, prompting the girl's grunt of protest. "Wake up, Sandra! Caitlin just called and said she's been in touch with Jacobs!" 

Sandra Grant's eyes blinked open and squinted up at Rose. "You call her right back," she said.

Jamie couldn't sit still and wait for Ford to find O'Donnell and do a blood scry on her daughter. He had exhausted the money angle and he decided to take a tour of the center of town. That was where the text messages had originated from and he drove around where he could, walked where he couldn't, and used his telepathic senses to stare into every structure, hoping to find one that was hidden from his senses with a magical privacy shield, like the brothel had been last night. He hoped the witch might have an apartment somewhere around there.

After two hours of the search, he had just about covered the city center and utterly exhausted his psychic abilities with all the telepathic staring he was doing. His head was splitting apart at the seams and no amount of rubbing his temples was making the pain go away, or his concentration restore itself.

He parked in the next spot he could find and then walked around until he found a bar. He went in and drank whiskey until his head stopped hurting so much. He most wanted to crawl into bed, cover his head with a blanket and pretend the world wasn't there. He couldn't bring himself to do that while Mara was still in danger. He partly blamed himself for her predicament. He knew the witch and her goons were the real bad guys in this situation. He was the good guy. It didn't stop him from feeling responsible for the fate that befell her. If he hadn't walked into the dorm right behind her, she'd most likely be attending lectures right about now.

He checked his phone and was surprised to see a bunch of notices concerning Helena and Alice Worth. His automated warning system, that he had set up just the other day, stated that they were on an airplane right now, flying to Florence. He couldn't believe it. He wiped his face in frustration and yelled out loud, in slurred English, "You two, too!? Right now!? Fuck my luck!"

Everyone in the bar looked his way so he tossed a bunch of notes on the table, not even bothering to count them, and left. He splashed some freezing cold water in his face from a fountain that was near his car and then got in the X5 to work some surveillance on the Worths. He quickly deduced that they were not using any electronics. "Aw," he said to himself, still a bit drunk, "did the blondes learn about electronics? Well done, girls. Well done! However, HUMINT beats ELINT every time, girls. Every fucking time!"

He hacked into the airline's records and found the names of the flight attendants. He ran background checks on them and picked one. Using his admin-level access to the airline's mainframe, he called the plane itself. He had the attendant that answered bring his chosen one to the phone.

"Hello," said the attendant, a 26-year old, recently divorced mother of a four year old boy.

"Hello, Clarice," Jamie said, doing his best not to imitate Anthony Hopkins, "how would you like to make enough money to pull yourself out of your crushing debt in just one fell swoop? I imagine that would skew the impending custody battle heavily in your favor."

"Who is this," Clarice heatedly whispered.

"Never mind my name, Clarice," Jamie said. "I am the man that is offering you one hundred and fifty thousand dollars for just one, small favor."

After a brief silence, he heard Clarice say, "Who put you up to this? Is this one of Brian's jokes? I swear, I'll staple his-"

"This is not a joke, Clarice," Jamie said. 

"What's the favor," she asked, quietly. She sounded tempted.

"Leave this phone on and hide it near the seats of the two blondes in first class that are traveling under the names Riker and Williams," Jamie said.

"That's it," Clarice asked, sounding surprised. 

"Yes, that's it," Jamie said. "That's all you have to do to get the money."

"And how do I get paid," she asked.

"I'll wire it to you as soon as I hear the aforementioned blondes talk about what I want to hear," he said.

"No," Clarice responded. "You wire it all now and I plant the phone."

Jamie rubbed his temples. "Plant the phone right now," he said, "and as soon as I hear their voices, I'll wire you half the money. If you leave the phone in place for the rest of the flight, I'll wire you the rest of the money."

After a few moments, he heard Clarice say, "Ok."

He muted his microphone and heard nondescript noises for a few minutes. After that, he heard Alice Worth order a glass of champagne. He nodded grimly and paid his little snoop the first half of her money. The Worth girls were sitting quietly in first class and Jamie gleaned no info from them. He left his computer to record everything and then went out to get some supplies he'd need if he was to fight them. His search for Mara was going nowhere, anyway. He double checked that her phone hadn't popped up on any network, and called around to ask if she had shown up anywhere on campus. She hadn't. His instincts told him she was in terrible danger. He felt it in his gut.

After he got his supplies together, he checked his recording. The Worths had been silent and it sounded like one of them was softly snoring. Jamie finished his preparations and patiently waited to find out what they were going to do. As he waited and meditated, he dozed off himself. When he woke up, it was afternoon and he saw that his recording of the first class cabin now contained a conversation. He listened to it and heard Alice asking her daughter if she could handle herself. Helena brushed off her mother's questions about her sanity and self-control and tersely stated her intentions to have Jamie's family die a horrible, suffering death. Alice didn't disagree with her daughter's sentiment, but she did try to get Helena to understand certain tactical considerations. During their conversation, they mentioned the address of Jamie's mother's house. Jamie grimaced unhappily. There went option A, misdirection. It left him with two options; either grabbing his family and running, or standing his ground and fighting. He decided to fight. He paid Clarice the rest of the money and then burned rubber as he drove out of Florence.

Cops saw him speeding and chased after him, but he paid them no mind. He outran them until the obscuration wards on his SUV foiled their attempts to keep track of him. He tore down the country roads until he found himself on the road that led from the small town he had lived in, until the other day, to his mother's house. He took out his supplies and laid them in the proper places. He assembled robotic mounts that held his AK and Saiga on hills that overlooked opposite sides of the road. He attached miniature cameras to the barrels of the guns so he could aim them remotely. He placed a small IED next to the road and camouflaged it. After his preparations were finished, he thought again of Mara. He still had no idea where to find her.

He made Caitlin's phone ring. "Hello," she said.

"Did you find Evelyn?"

"Hi, Jamie," she said. "Yes, I found her. I got what we'll need to find Mara."

"Good," Jamie said. "I'll meet you at the airport in Florence. Thanks again!"

Before Caitlin could tell him that she had Rose and Sandra with her, he hung up. The three girls poked around Caitlin's smartphone for a few minutes, looking for a way to call Jamie back, before giving up. They shrugged and went to board their flight.

Jamie switched his attention back to the Worths. He had hacked his way into airport security and watched them get a rent-a-car. Chris Welling was with them. Jamie hacked into the company's computers and turned on the GPS tracking to follow their progress. He drove further down the road and parked very close to his mother's house, but still out of sight of it. He patiently watched the blip on his screen come ever closer to his ambush spot. This early in the afternoon, no one else was likely to come driving along, but Jamie swiveled his cameras around and checked that the road was empty, all the same.

Finally, a car showed up on his screen, just as the GPS said it would. Jamie locked on to it and armed his IED. When the car drove through the laser beam, a small, shaped charge went off and punctured its rear tire. The car swerved a lot but managed to stay on the road. It spun half way around as it stopped. Jamie watched the Worth girls exit the car. Alice looked at the tire while Helena berated a stymied looking Chris that got out to change it. Alice began to insist Chris get back behind the wheel and move the car so it was no longer blocking the whole road and Helena began arguing that they should just jog over to Jamie's mother's house while he changed the tire.

Jamie called the prepaid phone he had left next to the tire trap. He watched the Worths argue for nearly a minute more, until Welling pointed out that he could hear something by the side of the road. When the girls shut up, they heard the phone's ringtone, which was Jamie's voice saying, "Answer the phone, girls."

Jamie grinned grimly as he watched Alice change colors in shock at the realization that they didn't have the element of surprise on their side. Helena marched over to his IED and picked up the phone. She then slammed a small bolt of fire into the trap, destroying it and the camera and microphone Jamie was using to watch them. Jamie had high-def cameras attached to the barrels of his AK-47 and Saiga that were positioned on hills overlooking the ambush spot. He switched his screen to those and adjusted the aim of his guns.

"I'm going to kill you," Helena hissed viciously into the phone as soon as she answered it.

"No, you're not," Jamie said, dismissively.

Alice grabbed the phone out of Helena's hand before her daughter could smash it in anger and said, "Hello? Jacobs? Is this you?"

"Why, hello, Alice," Jamie said, in a friendly tone of voice. "Yes, it is me. How are you?"

"Well, I was doing just fine until a minute ago," Alice said. "Puncturing our tire has startled me a bit." Jamie made no comment to her reasonable tone of voice. He saw on his screen that Alice was holding up a finger to Helena to shut her up. "Listen, I think there has been some sort of misunderstanding here. We haven't come all this way to rekindle old quarrels. We need your help with a delicate matter."

"Is that so," Jamie said, noncommittally.

"Yes," Alice said. "We were just on our way to see you when you shredded our tire."

"I see," Jamie said. "So, you weren't going to cut off my mother's eyelids so she could see you slowly boil my sister's skin off until she told you where I was?"

Alice winced before smiling. "You were listening in on us on the plane," she said and laughed a bit.

"I'm always listening," Jamie said.

"Ah, well, cat's out of the bag now, Jacobs," Alice said. "Here's what's going to happen here. We're going to torture you to death. You know you have it coming to you, don't you? Now, if you come to us and don't make us chase you, then we need not do the same to your family."

"Here's what's going to happen here," Jamie said, parroting her words back at her. "This vendetta of ours ends here and now. Either you are going to change your tire, drive back to the airport and fly back to the States and get on with your lives, or I'll kill you and bury your bodies where they'll never be found."

Alice gave a small laugh. "Those are some mighty big words coming from you," she said. "May I ask how exactly you intend to kill two powerful and experienced sorceresses and a guy that can snap you in half with one arm?"

"With ease," Jamie said.

Alice laughed out loud and repeated his words to Helena, who remained stone faced. "This is a waste of time," Helena snarled. "Chris, let's go!" She gestured and the two of them started jogging towards Jamie's mother's house. Jamie adjusted the aim of the Saiga and fired one enchanted water round into Welling's knee. Chris cried out in pain and collapsed in a heap.

"Take cover," Alice yelled at her daughter. She gestured as she ran towards the car. "Behind the car's engine block!" Helena and Alice dashed behind the car, leaving Welling to lie in the middle of the road. "You said he didn't have any enchanted rounds," Alice yelled at Helena, reproachfully. Alice personally enchanted the bracelets the three of them were wearing with a spell that made all projectile weapons curve around them. She had done it when they got off the plane. There was no way for them to have expired already.

"He's not supposed to have any," Helena shot back. "The French took them!"

"Fucking French pansies," Alice muttered. She picked up the phone and snarled, "Do you think one lucky shot will stop us? Huh? Do you really think that will be enough? After repeatedly raping my girl and taking her power from her? After raping me?" Alice laughed a bitter laugh. "Jacobs, we are never going to stop. We will see justice done!"

"Justice," Jamie said, adjusting the aim of the AK the girls were still exposed to. "What do you know about justice, Alice? Do you even know how to spell the word?"

"Fuck you, you uppity, little shit, I'm going to-"

"I was drained first," Jamie said, cutting Alice off. "I was just living my life, minding my own business, when your daughter decided to shorten my lifespan so she'd look better. I had no say in the matter, no choice."

Alice put his call on speaker and said, "Do you seriously think that somehow justifies what you did to her?!"

Jamie laughed and said, "Are you going to play innocent with me? Who is that boy you left to slowly crawl to cover? Oh, wait, I know him! He's that rapist that took your daughter's power away from her. Actually, she had given it to him of her own, free will, as part of the process of permanently enslaving him. Yes, your daughter is such an innocent victim in this matter," he said, sarcastically. "She had never been slowly killing people or taking slaves."

"What you did to me was way worse," Helena shrieked.

"What I did to you was karma."

"Fuck you," Helena yelled. "And I suppose my mom also deserved to get raped?"

"Yes," Jamie bluntly said. "I'm sorry, Alice, but you truly did. You abused your power to destroy my mother's life and put her through hell. You had her shipped off to jail where she got strip searched by strangers who then stuck their fingers into her body to check her cavities. For that, you deserve to get raped with a barb wire condom every day for the rest of your life, as far as I am concerned."

"I am not going to sit here and discuss morality with a boy that managed to squeeze off one lucky shot," Alice said. She hung up the phone and said to Helena, "Let's cast a spell to draw-"

Jamie interrupted her by overriding the speaker on the phone and saying, "Say goodbye, girls!"

"Fuck you, Jamie," Helena yelled. "You can't defeat us by hacking a fucking phone!"

"How about by blowing your mother's brains out," Jamie asked. He activated one of the many laser pointers he had on robotic mounts. It left a red dot right in the middle of Alice's forehead. Helena gasped in fright seeing it.

"What," Alice said. She gasped at seeing a red dot on her daughter's forehead. Her eyes went wide. 

"What about you, Alice," Jamie said. "Would letting Helena live be enough to make you turn away and get on with your life?"

Helena reached up with her hand, as if she could wipe the laser beam off her skin. "Wait!" Alice threw up her hands. The thought of seeing her daughter die right in front of her was too terrifying to bear. "Wait!"

"Run," Helena yelled, letting loose a spell that kicked up the snow on both sides of the road for concealment. It was a good idea, and it completely defeated Jamie's ability to aim at them. He pressed a button that made the robotic hand cycle the Saiga's recoil setting selector and then pressed another button that made it eject the chambered water round. Next in the box magazine was a fireball round. The shotgun had already been aimed at the car. He pressed the fire button and a fireball exploded upon contact with the front wheel of the car, on the opposite side of where the trio had been hiding. The curtain of snow dissipated immediately and three figures were blown off their feet to land in the ditch next to the road. The car itself slid sideways a foot.




A-Cup Angst Ch. 15



With the cover screen gone, Jamie adjusted the aim of his AK and fired one enchanted bullet which tore through all of Helena's magical protections and went straight through her shoulder. Helena shrieked in agony and rolled on the ground. Welling threw himself over his mistress to act as a meat shield for her. Alice groped blindly for a few moments before she found the phone.

"Stop," she yelled into the gadget, hoping it still worked. "Please, stop!"

"Why should I," Jamie asked, coldly.

"Please, please, please," she begged, while her daughter mewled in agony. "We'll go away! We'll never come back! We'll leave you alone!"

"Never," Helena screamed from under Chris.

"Yes, we will," Alice yelled. "We'll go away and forget all of this! I swear! I'll make her see reason! This vendetta is gone! Over and done with! I swear! It's done. Just let us go, please!"

Jamie watched on his screen as Alice Worth knelt in a frozen field on the side of a back road in Tuscany and begged him for her daughter's life. "How the fuck did it come to this," he asked himself. He used to play with the girl he had just shot, back when both of them had been little.

"Jamie," Alice said, her voice trembling with emotion. Her eyes were scanning the hill where his hidden rifle was installed and they nearly found the lens of the camera in their sweep. "I know you're a good boy. Man. You're a good man. You want to be a good man. Deep down inside, you're the little boy that used to play with Helena. Please, don't become the big, bad man that kills her. Please, Jamie. I swear to you, on her head and mine..." She drew a shuddering breath. "That we will leave you and your family alone. I swear."

"I'll kill him," Helena screamed.

"I'll make her see reason," Alice said. "Please, Jamie! Please don't take my baby girl away from me!"

"Funny that you should be begging me for that," Jamie said. "When you were gleefully talking about how you were going take my sister away from my mother, right before her eyes, just hours ago!"

"Please, Jamie," Alice begged. "Please, stop this! I think you're tired of killing and violence. I know you're a good boy-man! Be the bigger man! Show us mercy and we'll let go of vengeance! Please, let us go! Please. I promise you, you won't regret it. Not ever."

Jamie muted his mic and sniffed. He wiped the tears from his eyes and cleared his throat. Seeing Alice beg so desperately and earnestly was quite distressing. It was almost enough for him to tear up. He needed to make a show of ruthlessness, lest they try this again, sometime. He retreated into his calm center and opened his mic again. "Alright, Alice," he said, in a blasé tone of voice, "I'll let the three of you go. For old times' sake."

Alice repeatedly babbled, "Thank you," at the phone in her hand.

"You have four hours to get out of Italy," he said. "After that, I kill you."

"No," Alice said, "we will! We'll go!" Helena let out a shriek of frustration. "Hush, baby!"

"Just remember, Alice," Jamie said. "I am always watching. I am always listening. The next time you see a chance to have your vengeance and decide to seize it, I am not going to let you get nowhere near this close. I only allowed you to come this close to make a point. To let you taste it, if you will, before I snatched it away from you. The next time you decide to come after my family, you will die. There will be no warning. There will be no mercy. There will be no torture. This vendetta of ours will only have one more chapter written to it and it will be a short one that reads, 'And the Worth girls, brimming with confidence, walked blindly into Jacobs' trap and were dead before they even knew it'."

Jamie disconnected his microphone and took his earphones off. He got out of his car and wiped the tears from his eyes. After he took a moment to compose himself, he turned back to his computer and watched Alice and Chris help Helena sit up next to the car. Alice tended to her daughter's wound while Chris gave the car a quick once over. He gave the girls a shake of his head. Alice and Helena looked to be arguing.

Jamie made a timer appear on the phone next to them and made it beep. The timer ticked away the four hours they had to get lost. He watched Alice pick it up and then quickly set it down again to tie the triangular bandana from the first aid kit around Helena's shoulder. Chris helped Helena stand up and the three of them began to walk back the way they had come. Jamie swiveled his cameras and followed the trio. After they walked out of his camera's views, he followed the GPS on the phone Alice was carrying. He expected them to send Welling on ahead with the phone while they circled around to attack his mother's house. Jamie picked up the remote control for the toy airplane he had bought and fitted with a camera. He took off and followed the trio from the air as they walked away from his mother's house. The toy plane was very quiet and it had one of Jamie's Colt 1911s mounted under it. If the Worths turned around, Jamie was going to blow their heads off.

The trio kept walking until they came to an intersection. They rested there, for a minute, and Jamie watched as Alice tended to Helena's wound some more. He saw, on the screen, that a truck was coming towards the trio. He saw Alice clean the blood off Helena's thick, winter jacket with a spell. The girls flagged down the truck and the trio boarded it, after a quick talk with the driver. The truck rolled on down the road, away from his mother's house and away from the small town were the Rossi girls lived. Jamie heaved a big sigh of relief as the truck kept on driving.

He kept the plane following the truck, mostly on autopilot, and drove back to the ambush point. He cleaned up all evidence of his intervention and then telekinetically shoved the rental car off the road. It took him several exhausting shoves to accomplish that. He looked up at the dusky sky and gulped cold air after he finished. He kept following the truck until his plane indicated it was running out of fuel. He landed the plane in an empty field and followed the GPS. He turned on the phone's mic to check and see if any of them had gotten out and doubled back. He heard both the Worth girls quietly talking in English and sighed in relief. After listening to their whispered conversation for a few more minutes, he couldn't help but burst out in tears. Alice was convincing Helena to let go of their vengeance and the girl was reluctantly agreeing with some of what her mother was saying. It seemed that a shot through the shoulder all but inoculated her against the idea of revenge.

Jamie sat in his car and let himself cry. He wasn't sure why he was crying. He had many valid reasons. He had saved his family from being tortured to death. He had shot a girl he used to play with. He had shot a girl he had kept as a sex slave. He had gotten Mara kidnapped. He had had his head messed with by the Rossi girls. He was still a wanted man. It all piled up and he just let it out in one big, slobbery mess.

He thought of Mara and found the strength to pull himself together. After he finished crying, he took some self-propagating code Nova had left him and installed it in the phone Alice was carrying still. It was going to infect every computer and phone the Worths ever came into contact with and keep tabs on everything they ever did from now on. The server Jamie had in Florence was going to collect all that data and sort through it, looking for any sign of them making a move against his family, even by way of third parties. Jamie made a firm decision to never spend more than a few hours of his life at a time without checking the server. He was going to check up on it right before he went to sleep and as soon as he woke up. It was going to be his life-long vigil, from then on. He told himself it was the price he had to pay for his past actions.

He checked the time and saw that he had just about enough time to drive back to Florence, shower, put on some clean clothes, eat something, get a few hours' worth of much-needed sleep and drive to the airport to greet Caitlin. He got in the car, turned the key and drove off to do just that, leaving the ruined rental car by the side of the road to make the local cops scratch their heads at it tomorrow.

He got to the airport early in the morning and waited patiently in the lounge for Caitlin's plane to land. It was twenty minutes late and Jamie took another stab at figuring out how to find Mara. He came up with no new idea. His mouth drew down and he heaved a great big sigh of disappointment. He was starting to seriously doubt that she was still alive.

Finally, Caitlin's flight landed and Jamie impatiently went to greet her. His lips drew up into a hopeful grin, all on their own, as soon as he saw her walking his way. She was smiling and nodding at him. Jamie's heart began to lighten as a chance of finding Mara was walking his way. Jamie's grin fell when he saw the two girls that walked behind Caitlin. His former slaves Rose Romano and Sandra Grant were striding his way, their faces grim and determined. His heart skipped a beat and he nearly panicked at seeing them. He retreated into his calm center and sensed that neither of them could recognize him. He stood stock still and probed their minds, finding out, much to his relief, that neither girl had any magic to her name. They weren't armed either, though he could sense Rose was burning with desire to do him harm as soon as she found him.

Caitlin ran the last few yards to him and jumped into his arms. "Jamie," she said, "it's so good to see you again!"

"Yeah, uh, you too, Caitlin," Jamie said, eyeing the two girls that were following her. "Did you bring it?"

"Yes," Caitlin exclaimed, letting go of him. "Yes, I got it right here!" She rummaged through her purse and pulled out a small box. "We need to go someplace where no one can see us deploy it."

Jamie nodded and turned to leave, saying, "Right this way!"

"Wait, Jamie," Caitlin exclaimed. "Aren't you going to greet the girls?"

Jamie turned back and looked at Sandra and Rose. Both of them looked as uncomfortable as he felt in that awkward moment. He could sense their certainty that he wasn't who he was. After a pregnant moment, Sandra extended a hand and said, "Jamie," by way of greeting. Jamie shook her hand and then shook hands with Rose, too.

"Jeez," Caitlin said. "You two weren't kidding when you said it was a bad breakup."

"Yes, let's not dredge up the past and let's go see if we can find Mara and save her," Jamie said, again turning to lead them out of the airport. The girls followed him mutely. Caitlin kept shooting questioning looks at Rose and Sandra, looks that the two of them pointedly ignored. As soon as they came to the parking lot, Jamie insisted Caitlin release the hairfly to lead them to Mara. The hairfly took off and hovered this way and then that, before it settled to hover in place.

"Fuck," Jamie swore viciously. His last hope of finding Mara just failed.

"I'm sorry," Caitlin said, reaching out to touch his arm in a comforting gesture. Jamie nodded mutely. He had no other course of action left to him. He would have called Laura and asked for her help, but he knew she couldn't do anything Caitlin and he hadn't already done. Not since he had destroyed the Jonathan fetishes. He kicked himself over it. Those might have contained a way to find someone.

Caitlin then suggested that the four of them retreat to a place with good food where they can talk about old times and strategize over how they might find Mara. Jamie nodded along and drove the girls to a restaurant. They sat at a table and Caitlin did her best to animate the conversation, but Jamie was only interested in hearing new ideas on how to locate Mara. When no one came up with any, all the fight left him. He sat there, picking idly at his food and barely paid any attention to what Caitlin was babbling about. His head was full of images of poor Mara O'Donnell, probably dead in someone else's grave by now, and he was the one that pushed her out of serious danger and into mortal peril with his carbuncle into the brothel. As unwitting as his actions were, he still felt guilty over them.

He took his phone out of his pocket and checked again on the Worth girls. They were in an express train in Switzerland, heading north, further away from Italy. They had just about made it out of Italy before their four hour deadline expired. "Well, at least that's going well," he thought to himself.

Caitlin left the table to visit the ladies' room, unnoticed by him. As soon as she was out of earshot, Rose kicked his shin hard, provoking his attention. "What," he barked.

Rose glared at him and said, "Where's Jacobs?"

"None of your business," he said.

"Oh, but it is our business," Rose said. "Where is he? And who the fuck are you?"

"Yeah," Sandra said. "Why are you impersonating Jamie?"

Jamie looked from one girl's angry face to the next and felt glad the French vampire had rendered them unable to recognize him as part of the process of releasing them from being his slaves. "I am one of Jamie's decoys," Jamie said. After his encounter with Helena, he was glad for the opportunity to lie his guts out and avoid any further unpleasantness with the two of them. Just sitting there and facing them after all that he had done to them was almost too much for him to bear.

"And where is Jamie," Rose asked, insistently.

"Again, that's none of your concern, girls," Jamie said.

Sandra touched Rose's upper arm and gave her a meaningful look. Rose swallowed what she was about to say and sat back in her chair. "You see, fake Jamie," Sandra said, her voice sweet and soft, "we miss the real Jamie terribly. We just want to see him again, that's all. Maybe have some fun together, like we used to, before." Jamie could plainly tell that was a lie. Rose wanted to hurt him. Sandra also wanted to get in touch with him, though she was keeping the reason why hidden. He was still feeling the exhaustion from his telepathic search of the center of Florence and he had trouble getting a read on either girl. Rose mimicked Sandra's cuddly smile and the two of them held hands over the table. "We used to have some wild, sexy fun with him. I'm sure he'd love to revisit those memories with us."

"But, until then," Rose said, suggestively, "perhaps we could have some fun with you."

"Yeah," Sandra drawled happily. "You look just like him!" She reached out and squeezed the muscles on his arm. "Only you're built better."

Rose lifted Sandra's hand and kissed the back of it. "We could treat you like we used to treat him," she said and then sucked one of Sandra's dainty fingers into her mouth.

Jamie felt decidedly uncomfortable being reminded of the many times he had used them like that. He wanted them to go away so he could focus on finding Mara. Every second they sat before his eyes was another second that reminded him vividly of how he had abused them. "Yeah, you girls need to come to terms with the fact that you'll never again see Jamie Jacobs. It's for the best. Trust me on that."

"That's not for you to decide," Rose said, somewhat sharply.

"Yeah," Sandra interjected, "if you could just give Jamie a message from us?"

"No," Jamie said. "No messages, no contact whatsoever. Jamie told me all about you. He knows you want to be avenged for all the wrongs he had inflicted upon you. That is not going to happen. You need to find a way to get on with your lives, or you will have no lives left."

"Get on with our lives," Rose hissed viciously. "Are you fucking kidding me?! After he took-" Sandra's hand on her shoulder made her pause. "You have no idea what he took from us."

"I do," Jamie said, sadly. "He told me all about it."

"Then how can you sit there and tell me to get on with my life," Rose asked. "I'm ruined! I had magic, now I don't. I can never gain magical power again, even if I could find someone stupid enough to give it up to me. I'm..." She sniffed back her tears and buried her face in her hands. Sandra rubbed her back and whispered into her ear.

Jamie was having a hard time keeping his head on straight. The mere presence of the girls was shoving all of his past misdeeds into his face, so he could no longer suppress the memory of his crimes. He had built a life for himself in Italy, but it had been based on the lie that he had not been a bad guy. He was almost glad that life was over. The lies would have destroyed it, anyway.

"I was a beautiful, young witch," Rose said, "with a bright future before that nobody Jacobs just up and decided to ruin me. Ruin both of us."

Jamie's brow drew down in displeasure. "Really," he said. "I heard a different story. I heard that you just up and decided to cut his life expectancy in half and got enslaved when he turned your own ritual against you."

Rose snorted. "You would hear that," she said. "Jacobs is a fucking liar. Always has been."

Jamie crossed his arms across his chest. The terrible feeling of guilt that had been gnawing at his insides was fading away to be replaced by a slight feeling of vexation at the story Rose was telling. He decided it was best if he simply scared the two of them away, like he had done with the Worths. "The past is the past," he said and fixed his most fearsome expression on his face. "You need to worry about the future. In the future, if you go looking for Jamie, you'll find one of us decoys and the other decoys will shoot to kill. Do you understand? Jamie planted us decoys so we'd kill anyone that tried to find him and settle old scores. You girls need to go back where you came from and forget all about him." 

Sandra's already pale complexion managed to turn visibly lighter at hearing his words. Rose also sat up straight with an expression of barely contained terror on her face. The two of them exchanged a worried look and then Sandra whispered, "But you aren't going to kill us? Right?"

"No," Jamie said. "Not this time." He saw Caitlin exit the powder room and walk back over to them. "You two girls need to go home and forget about Jacobs. Find some kind of meaning or purpose to your lives or..."

Rose and Sandra nodded and made their excuses as soon as Caitlin sat back down at the table. She barely had the chance to say goodbye to them as they rushed out of the restaurant. Jamie watched them go and wondered if that was the last time he'd ever get to see them. He felt like the worst kind of shit for threatening them like that, but he could sense that Rose was dead set on ambushing and killing him, somehow, somewhere. He had gleaned from her mind that her original plan was to find a Mafioso and get a gun to shoot Jamie dead with. She had been so fixated on it that she had been broadcasting it mentally. Even in his exhausted state of mind, he had managed to pick up on it. Sandra's intentions remained a mystery to him. He was just too exhausted to go probing around in her mind. Especially after the day he had had yesterday and the lack of sleep in the past two nights.

"Why are they leaving," Caitlin asked Jamie.

"They don't have magic and they don't feel like they can be of any use," he said.

"But they were so eager to see you! It was all they could talk about the whole trip over here! And now they just up and leave, after talking to you for less than three minutes!?"

Jamie just shrugged in response. Caitlin was utterly stumped by the girls' behavior and she kept pressing him for an explanation while they ate their dessert. Jamie wasn't in a talkative mood. He wasn't in a listening mood, either. His past had caught up to him that day and spray painted the word "LIE" over everything he held dear. His own personal story of self was ripped up and burned away in a furnace of abuse and murder. He had always laughed at poets when they had written about pains of the soul, but now he truly felt those. He found himself wishing he could feel empty inside. Caitlin talked about disturbed spirits in North America. She mentioned Section and many other things, but Jamie was hardly listening to her. His thoughts ran solely to the time he had been a slave master and worldwide slaughterer. He truly felt like someone who should be called the Bludgeoner, in a pejorative sense.




A-Cup Angst Ch. 15



A dark depression claimed him and Caitlin stopped talking and started asking concerned questions. "I got you a hotel room," were his only words to her. He got up and led her to a hotel where he had booked a room for her the other day. He walked her to the door of the room and checked it for traps with his Jedi senses. Finding nothing amiss, he said, "Get some sleep," and turned around to walk away.

"Jamie, wait!" Caitlin seized his sleeve, making him pause in his stride. "We need to talk about how we're going to find this girl, Mara. Isn't that what we're going to do tomorrow? I mean, later today."

"Why bother," Jamie said. "She's dead already. She must be." Caitlin's blue eyes got damp as she looked up at him. "Even if she isn't, I can't do anything to help her, anyway. I'm useless."

"Don't say that," Caitlin said. "It's not true."

Jamie met her gaze and said, "You're right. That's not true. I'm worse than useless. I'm the one that got her killed. I should have just gotten her out and then called the cops in, but I didn't and she's probably dead by now and... All she ever did wrong in her entire life was get mixed up with me!"

"Hush," Caitlin said, hugging him. She shushed him repeatedly as he started to cry. "You're not a bad guy, Jamie Jacobs. I know you're not."

"You have no fucking idea who I am," Jamie said, his voice cracking.

"Then tell me," Caitlin said. "Tell me everything." She started to steer the two of them back towards her door and opened it with her keycard. "Come inside and tell me all that's been bothering you."

Her arms were surprisingly strong as she hugged him. Her voice was so warm and her hair smelled like something sweet and exotic. Jamie felt lost in a deep, dark cave and the spark in her eyes seemed like the distant light of fading stars. He let it guide him. He followed her into the room and sat down on the seat she guided him to. He drank the drink she poured for him. She asked him for his tale and he buried his face in his hands in shame. If he started telling it, he couldn't stop himself. He didn't want to stop himself anymore. He felt two conflicting desires well up inside of him. One wanted him to shut up and go back to the way things were. The other wanted him to tell her the truth and say goodbye to the lies he had been telling himself. He had believed that he had to keep his slave-taking, raping and murdering days to himself and not reveal them to anyone. He had thought that was key to making a new life and identity for himself. He had thought it the key to any chance for future happiness. He decided to try the truth. He told her his story, starting from the day he had accidentally caught Helena draining him of his life force to make her breasts grow. As with Mara, he kept his newfound mental abilities hidden.

Caitlin was shocked, amazed, horrified and finally saddened by his story. He held nothing back. He even listed some of the porn titles he had made Sonya, Helena, Rose and Sandra do. He told her over and over about how he had gotten Sonya killed.

She cried. He cried, too. She hugged him and he hugged her back. She kissed him and he kissed her back. In the cold, dark place his mind was in, she felt like the Sun, come to rescue him. He sensed her compassion and sympathy and he let himself bathe in it. He needed it like a desert needed rain. He wanted it more than anything. Their hands worked their clothes off their bodies and they wound up naked. Their skins rubbed against one another as they tried to meld their flesh into one. He ran his hands all over her body, letting himself explore all of her. She responded in kind. He was too amazed by the fact that she hadn't run away in horror to question things anymore. He made love to her with a passion and urgency that he had never experienced before. They did it in the missionary position, looking into each other's eyes the whole time. He lost himself in the love and acceptance he saw in her eyes. He came inside her when she climaxed and felt the blessed relief wash over him. He rolled off her and passed out in sheer joy when she snuggled against him.

He dreamed he was a Jedi, training with Yoda in the swamps of Dagobah. The dream ended with the image of him hanging off the bottom of Cloud City and calling for help, telepathically.

He woke up feeling a lithe, warm body in his hands. He peeked with one eye and saw that Caitlin was still asleep. He gently disengaged from her warm embrace and snuck out of the bed. He went to the bathroom and took a long leak. After that, he used his phone to check up on his surveillance of the Worths and the rich guys he had interrogated earlier. The rich guys had left town without telling anyone about him. The Worths were in Münich, of all places, having lunch in a hotel. "Whatever," he said to himself. It was almost two o'clock and Mara had been missing for more than 32 hours. Even if this was a conventional, magic-less situation, the odds of her still being alive were slim to none.

Caitlin shifted in the bed and slept on. Jamie looked at her and wondered what harm he would bring upon her in the future. His track record with women so far had been horrible. Some kind of misfortune would befall Caitlin for the mistake of sleeping with him, even if she had only done it once. He was sure of it. He forced himself to not dwell on past mistakes, real or imaginary. He sat down on the plush carpet, assumed the lotus position and meditated. He did it primarily to calm his mind, but also to see if he could feel Mara, like he had a few times already.

He went deeper and deeper into trance. He wanted to achieve a nirvana-like state of clarity, but his mind kept dragging up memory after memory for him to review. Jamie passively accepted that he was going to achieve no clarity and let the memories play out before his eyes. He relived impassively all the memories that were weighing down on him. He gave them each impartial consideration and tried to set them aside as quickly as he could. He tried to focus on the witch madam and envision her face in as clear detail as he could. If he couldn't sense Mara's mind, perhaps he could sense hers.

As he thought back to the brief minute he had spent face to face with her, he felt a rush of adrenaline. He began to experience an uneasy feeling, like he was about to get hit by lightning. He stayed with it and felt like someone was trying to point something out to him, only for him to be unable to see it, after all. He was starting to feel frustrated with his inability to pierce through the veil that separated him from a vital clue that he was only marginally aware of. Just as he was about to give up, the image of the wireless card swiper the goon had held popped up in his mind.

Jamie gasped aloud as he remembered the tiny logo that he had seen on the top of the device as the goon had shown it to the witch. It was the logo of a local bank. Jamie suddenly realized he had had a clue to Mara's location all along. The wireless swiper worked off of cellphone towers, but it was a secure device that connected to the local bank's server before getting routed online to do its mistress' bidding. Cellphone service providers only kept records of phone usage for a year. A bank would keep records almost indefinitely. If Jamie hacked the bank's server, he could get the info on every cellphone tower the device had ever in contact with. Maybe, just maybe, the first time she had ever turned it on, she had been at home and learning how to use it properly. And if it hadn't been her, than it would have been one of her goons and it would still constitute a lead to follow.

Jamie nimbly jumped up to get dressed. He needed to get to his car and laptop ASAP. He jumped into his trousers, feeling like the worst kind of idiot for not having thought of it sooner. He pushed down those thoughts and shot his ego in the head. "This isn't about me not being the smartest guy in the world," he told himself. "This is about saving Mara. End of story." The short jog to his car, through the cold winter air, woke him up fully. He got to his laptop and went online. The ancient city of Florence was bustling around him. He set his algorhythms to hack into the bank and waited. It was going to take a while, so he picked up his laptop and went back inside the hotel room where Caitlin was still asleep. He ordered up breakfast for two from room service and sat down to watch his latest hack's progress.

"Good morning," Caitlin softly said, stirring him from his work.

Jamie cleared his throat and said, "Good afternoon." He was feeling more than a little awkward. He had been very emotional and vulnerable last night and he was starting to feel some regret about it. "Hey, uh, listen... I'm not sure that, uh, that last night was... you know, wise of us." He stopped and rolled his eyes at himself. Caitlin just sat up in bed and waited for him to say his piece. "What I mean to say is that it's not a good idea to get involved with me. Every woman I've ever dated has come to a bad end, so far. I think it might be best if-"

"You shut up about now," she said, finishing his sentence. "I'm not settling for a one night stand, Jamie."

Jamie sensed that Caitlin was harboring some strong emotions towards him. He hadn't picked up on those in the morning. Back when he had been a high school kid, he would have given an arm and a leg to get just one girl to feel like that about him, but now he found himself all but wishing for the exact opposite. "Look, Caitlin," he said, "this way, you might just get out of my mess with all your limbs intact. I just don't want to see you get hurt. Not physically and not emotionally, either."

Caitlin laughed and jumped out of bed, revealing her slender, but curvy, young flesh in all its glory. She giggled and said, "You're not getting off that easy, Jamie. And certainly not with such a dumb excuse."

Jamie shot her a look. "It's not like that," he protested. "I'm not trying to use you! I was the one taken advantage of, last night."

"Oh, really," Caitlin said. "Then why do I feel like I've been ridden hard and put away wet?"

"Ugh," was Jamie's comment. She giggled some more. "Look, I'm being serious here. Every girl I've ever been with has wound up hurt and abused, or, or even dead and I..."

"You what," Caitlin asked. "Do you think that you're a doom magnet?" She walked over to him and gently stroked his salt and pepper hair. "Cursed to roam the world alone lest you watch your loved ones suffer and die? Is that it?"

"Mock it all you want," Jamie said, "but it does feel like that sometimes."

"Oh, Jamie," she said and sat down in his lap. She put her arms around his neck. "You're not. You really aren't. Everything that happened to these women, happened cause it should have happened." Jamie scoffed in an almost indignant tone. "I'm serious, Jamie!"

"So, you're saying that Sonya deserved to die?"

"Yes. She had plotted to kill you, hadn't she? She was going to kill you, just as soon as all of them were done draining you. And why was she going to kill you? Just so that nobody ever found out that she wasn't still a virgin and that you were her first. No other reason than that. I'm sorry to say it, Jamie, but the world is a much better place without such a cunt in it."

Jamie lifted her out of his lap and stood up. "Don't say things like that," he said.

"Like what," she said. "True things? Cause it is true. And you know it, your own self."

Jamie turned away from her and said, "You don't understand. It's... It's..."

"It's what?"

There was a knock on the door, followed by a voice calling, "Room service!"

"I ordered food," Jamie said.

Caitlin passed him on her way into the bathroom and gestured at the door. As soon as she was out of sight, Jamie answered the door. The cart was wheeled in and he tipped the attendant generously before closing the door again. Caitlin came out of the bathroom wearing shorts, leg warmers and a knit sweater that hung off her perky tits. She grinned at the way Jamie's eyes lingered over her physique, even after she got dressed, and sat down at the table. She could tell he found her very attractive so she resolved to sort out the mess in his head and get rid of any obstacles that might hinder a relationship between the two of them.

She looked intently into Jamie's eyes and said, "You think I don't understand what it's like, carrying all that guilt. You're wrong. I do. I'm responsible for the deaths of a hundred people."

Jamie sat down opposite her and said, "That's not true."

"Yes, it is."

"It wasn't your doing," he said.

"But it was," she said. "I was the one that went summoning blindly and I'm the one that allowed herself to get possessed by a vengeful spirit from the Great Beyond. All those people sacrificed to turn those villains into vampires are on my head. All the people those vampires then killed after that are also on my head."

Jamie had been shaking his head in disapproval during her whole speech. "No," he said, firmly. "None of that was your doing and none of that is your fault!"

"But it is, Jamie. According to your logic."

"No," he said. "Those were the actions of others. Their choices, not yours. You didn't send those rituals. You didn't sacrifice those innocent people. You didn't murder people."

"And you didn't kidnap Mara," she said. "You didn't pimp her out and you didn't put her life in danger."

"What happened to Mara is my fault," he said.

"I would be willing to stipulate to that," she said, "so long as you gave me even a shred of evidence to support that theory. For instance, did you send her to school here in Florence and arrange for her to stay in that dorm?"

"You know I didn't," he said.

"Did you enslave her, wipe her mind, replace it with lust and charge a bunch of rich guys for fucking her?" Jamie glared at her in response. "Are you currently holding her hostage with the intent of killing her?" She quirked her eyebrows at him and reached for a pastry. "Well, there you go, then."

"It's my fault that she got kidnapped," he said.

Caitlin spread butter on her pastry and said, "How so?"

"If I hadn't gone with her to her dorm," he said, "she would have been left alone."

Caitlin had a bite of her pastry and moaned in appreciation of the taste. "What measures did you take to ensure her abduction," she asked.

"What?"

"How did you get her kidnapped?"

"I walked into the dorm right behind her," he said.

"I see," Caitlin said. She took another bite of her buttered pastry and chewed on it thoughtfully. After she swallowed it, she shook her finger at him. "Yes. Yes, I agree. It's all your fault. You should have seen all the possible consequences of such a dangerous and inherently risky action as walking. Shame on you! Shame on you. The magical barrier and you not having any magic to your name are no excuse for you not being omniscient and omnipotent."

"Fuck you, Caitlin," Jamie spat.

"We already did that last night, Jamie," she said. "Don't you remember? You know what I think? I think this whole hissy fit of yours is because you used to have power. A lot of power. You made up your mind and a powerful, international, supernatural crime syndicate vanished before your terminator." She gestured with the last of her pastry. "That must have been such a great high. Having so much power." She popped the pastry into her mouth and said around it, "I'd be bitchy too, if I lost that kind of power."

"That's not what this is about," Jamie said. Her words were provoking a response from deep down inside himself. It was anger, of all things. He sensed that she truly meant what she was saying about him not being a monster in her eyes. She had already made that clear last night. He kept his anger in check and asked himself if he could agree with what she was saying.

"Yes it is," she said. "I'm not some wise, old sage, but I do have the gift of perspective. If you spent just a few days possessed like I did, used as a helpless puppet, worn like a meat suit, than you'd be blessed with the gift of perspective, too." She peeled an orange and got a faraway look in her eye as she said, "I wonder if I should arrange something like that for you."

Jamie stood up, now seriously angered. She held up her hands and said, "I won't! I wouldn't! I swear! Relax! Calm down, would you!" He walked over to the window and looked out. The view was beautiful, but he hardly noticed. "Look, you told me the whole story and I have to tell you that you did do one thing wrong. Just one." He turned around and looked at her, expectantly. "You let that tall, thin, big-breasted, blonde bitch get away with more power than she has any right to wield. That's your one wrong deed so far."

"I don't want to talk about this any more," he said and turned back to the window.

"Answer me this, Jamie," she said. "Do you think that I'm a monster chaser? Do you think that I made love to you last night because I thought you were the worst thing on two legs? Or was I moved by how much you have suffered? Did I make love to you because I felt this great compassion for you and a connection?" Jamie stared out the window, unseeing. "Well?"

"I don't know why you made love to me," he said, even though he had plainly felt her compassion for him.

"Fuck you," she spat at his back after a brief silence. She got up, found her bag and started to pack. Jamie hung his head and made no comment. "I know that those Ross bitches damaged you, Jamie, but trust me on this! You can always recover. You are tougher than you think. And not all women are nuts like those cunts."

"Rossi," he said.

"What?!"

"Their name is Rossi, not Ross."

Caitlin growled wordlessly in response and slammed her bag shut. She put on her coat and picked up her bag. Jamie leaned his forehead against the window and softly said, "Please, don't go!"

"What," she barked at him, uncertain of what he said.

"Please, don't go," he said. He could sense her anger fade away at hearing his voice so small. She hesitated for a minute more and then huffed loudly.

"Alright," she said, "I'll stay. On one condition!" He turned around and looked at her, waiting. "You stop talking crazy!" He nodded. "I mean it! Any more talk about how everything wrong in the world is your fault and I walk out the fucking door. And I'll make your face break out in shingles, too!"

He nodded and the two of them sat down to have breakfast together. He realized she was right, after a fashion. He had been told he was a worthless shit all his life, particularly by his father, and he had always acted a bit tougher and smarter than he was, as a result of that. Once he had gotten magical power, his narcissistic tendencies had exploded into full bloom and he was still feeling the aftereffects. The fact that Mara had been taken wasn't what made him so angry. The fact that he was powerless to help her was what was really eating away at him. He was, for all his mental abilities, a mere mortal in the face of experienced witches and that was a bit too much for him to handle.

Across the Adriatic sea from Italy, in the Balkans, their worst possible curse was, "May you have and then have not!" He understood it now. He had had so much power and it hurt his pride and self-respect to admit to himself that he wasn't a badass anymore. It stung terribly. He resolved to let go of that shit. It was just pride. Pride never did anyone any favors. He didn't have a clue as to how he was going to do that, but he wasn't going to stop trying until he figured it out. It was all in his head, after all.

An audible alarm from his laptop broke him out of his reverie. He went to it and gasped in delight as he saw he had gained the info on the wireless swiper. Its signal had been routed through a dozen cellphone towers. Two were near the dorm, the other nine were grouped around three locations and the twelfth one was only used once, for half an hour, in the summer of 2009. It was the very first cellphone tower that the device had ever been connected to. That tower was outside Florence, deep in vineyard country.




A-Cup Angst Ch. 16



If you haven't read chapter fifteen, then this will make little sense.

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A little after noon passed, two beautiful, young women exited the Carabinieri base in Florence. They huddled together for warmth as soon as they stepped out the front gate. The thinner girl with light brown hair shared her coat with the buxom brunette. The Sun was shining and there wasn't a cloud in the sky, but the wind was freezing and the snow that was shoveled into tall piles on the edges of the sidewalks wasn't going to be melting any time soon.

The two shivered together and glanced around for shelter when Jamie Jacobs suddenly appeared, not ten yards away from them. 

"C'mon, girls," he said, "get in!"

They took a few steps towards him, but then he disappeared, leaving them confused. Suddenly, the doors to the car, that had been parked in front of them the whole time, were opened and Jamie called from inside, saying, "I've got the heater on! Get in!"

Mara O'Donnell and Caitlin Ford separated and gingerly walked over the icy sidewalk to get inside the car. As soon as they got in and closed the doors, they sighed and relaxed. The seats and the cabin were toasty.

"Are you ok," Jamie asked.

"Peachy," Caitlin said, smiling at him.

"I'm fine," Mara said from the back seat. "Thanks to you."

"Good," he said. "I'm glad you're both ok. I was so worried about you."

"Yeah, Caitlin told me how you nearly went mad trying to find me," Mara said. She leaned forward and put her hand on his shoulder. "Thank you, Jamie. Thank you so much."

Jamie looked down and cleared his throat. "Yeah, don't mention it, I, uh..."

"Caitlin told me you blame yourself for what was done to me," she said. "You do realize that's stupid, right? I was pimped out long before you came across me."

"Yeah, but if I hadn't shown up that night, then you wouldn't have been kidnapped and-"

"Seriously, Jamie, give it a rest," Mara said and scooted forward until her breath was in his ear. "You did nothing wrong and you saved my life. I owe you big time."

"I, uh, ok," he said.

"And I still owe you, too," Caitlin said.

"What? No, you don't," he said.

"Oh, hell yes, I do!"

"You helped me save Mara, so we're even."

"Nuh-uh," Caitlin said. "I got myself taken prisoner and needed you to save me again, that means I still owe you my life and sanity. Actually, I owe you twice over, now."

Jamie had to suppress a wince at hearing her say that. He guessed she would deeply regret her words after they asked her. "So, uh, I don't know if you've been fed in there," he said, gesturing to the Carabinieri base, "but if you haven't, I know of this nice, little trattoria with great food and the two of you are invited for lunch there today."

"Sounds good," Mara said. "They only gave us some bread and jam this morning. I'm starving."

"Yeah, me too," Caitlin said. She squinted at Jamie in suspicion, making him face forward. "This trattoria wouldn't be the one owned by Laura Rossi, would it?"

Jamie cleared his throat and started the car. "Yes, yes it would," he said and put the car in gear.

"Oh, Jamie," Mara mournfully said and sat back in her seat.

"I don't believe it," Caitlin said, shaking her head.

Jamie pulled out of the lot and began weaving through the dense, milling, rush hour traffic of Florence. The girls sat quietly for a few minutes.

"No, I literally can't believe it," Caitlin said and turned towards Jamie. She lifted her hands and began chanting.

"What are you doing," he said. She was obviously casting at him, but his senses told him it wasn't anything dangerous. He wasn't worried about himself, not with the protective spell on him, but he feared the spell might hurt her if she wasn't careful. "Uh, I don't think you should cast against me."

Caitlin finished her spell and her blue eyes flashed with a pink light. She looked at Jamie's aura. It shone so brightly that she had to look away and raise a hand to protect her eyes at the same time. She let go of the spell and her eyes returned to normal.

"Are you ok," Jamie asked.

"Yeah, fine," she said. "It's just... Wow, your aura is bright!"

"Yeah, I've got the magic of hundreds of casters protecting me at all times."

"The fuck," Caitlin sputtered. "Since when?"

"Since the other day," he said.

"You've got to explain this to me," she said.

"I, uh," Jamie said and then sighed. "You remember about me destroying the Syndicate?" Caitlin nodded. "Well, part of the reason the Syndicate had been so successful was because they kidnapped casters' kids and held them hostage to make the casters do their bidding. When I toured the world and destroyed the Syndicate, I also freed all those kids. Alessandra Rossi was one of those hostages and her mother is very grateful to me for freeing her."

"Yeah, grateful enough to make a baby without your permission," Caitlin snarked.

"Hey," he said.

"Sorry," she said. When he was about to continue, she said, "Two babies."

"Caitlin," he said, reproachfully.

"If there aren't any twins involved," she said.

Jamie bit back a growl and continued with his tale. "Anyhow, after I told her how the French vampire took me out, she got in touch with every other caster that had been in the same situation as her and whose kids I had saved and they all agreed to cast this protective spell on me. She cut my hair and sent it all over the world so everyone could cast on me."

"Holy fuck," Caitlin said.

"Yeah," Mara said. "So, Jamie, you're planning to raise kids with this chick that routinely makes life-altering decisions behind your back. And her daughter." Her voice was pure sarcasm as she said, "Great plan, Jamie! I see many happy days in your future."

"It's not like that," Jamie said.

"Could've fooled me," Mara said with a snort.

"Then what is it like," Caitlin asked. "Please, illuminate us!"

Jamie huffed and gripped the steering wheel tighter. He bit back his retort and asked, "What were you looking for," instead.

"Traces of love spells, enchantments, potions, or anything like that," Caitlin said.

"Why would you go looking for that," he asked. "I'm immune to compulsions because of the protective spell they're casting on me."

"Yeah, I can see that," she said. "Which makes this all the less logical."

"Makes what all the less logical," he asked.

Mara piped up with, "You getting back together with the Rossis."

"What the fuck comes over a guy to make him get back together with the two bitches that got pregnant with him without his knowledge and after the witch repeatedly assured you that she'd use magical contraceptives on them both," Caitlin asked.

"Yeah," Mara said. "Plus, they're mother and daughter, for God's sake!"

"I think that's a selling point for him, my dear," Caitlin said.

"Your kids with them will be each other's half-siblings as well as uncle and nephew," Mara said. "Or aunt and niece. That's not normal, Jamie!"

Jamie sighed and said, "A lot of things aren't normal."

His voice was sad and small, so Mara and Caitlin decided to stop asking him questions and let him focus on negotiating the narrow and clogged streets. Fifteen minutes later, Jamie cleared the city limits and the X5 started to eat up the distance to his town and trattoria Rossi.

"So, what did they say to get you to forgive them," Mara fired off from the back seat.

"It's... complicated," Jamie said.

"I'm a fairly bright girl," Mara said. "Why don't you see if you can't explain it to me!" Caitlin cleared her throat. "And Caitlin. We're both bright."

"Look," Jamie said and then paused. After searching for words he said, "What it comes down to is that the kids are mine, too."

"Jamie, imagine, for a moment, if the situation was reverse," Caitlin said. "Imagine if you were a woman impregnated against her will. By rape, for instance. Would you see things the same way?"

"I wasn't raped," he said.

Caitlin rolled her eyes and said, "Imagine, for a moment, that you are watching a movie. A Lifetime special. The lead is a girl who's in a relationship with a guy who says he'll get a vasectomy so they can have sex without condoms and pills. And then she winds up pregnant one day and he says he loves her and they can be together forever now. He lied to her about the vasectomy and impregnated her without her consent. Would you consider this movie to have a villain and a victim? If so, which would be which?"

Jamie refused to answer her question, or make any comment. Caitlin crossed her arms over her chest and faced forward with a frown.

Mara reached forward to put her hand on Jamie's shoulder and softly said, "Hey. You look very different than you did last night, when you rescued us. We'd just like to know how you spent the night and what happened while we were poked and prodded by the Carabinieri."

After a few seconds, Jamie reluctantly said, "Laura..." He cleared his throat. "Laura's father was a seer. A magician and a seer. He could see the future, practically at will, and he was a living legend in his time."

"Was?" Caitlin asked.

"He died about twenty years ago," he said. "Anyway, to cut a long story short, Laura used some war trophies of mine to look beyond the veil and make sure her father's spirit had moved on to Heaven. He had not."

Caitlin twisted he head around and shared a look of astonishment with Mara.

"He had been waiting beyond the veil for twenty years," Jamie said, "just so he could deliver a warning to Laura."

"Holy fuck," Caitlin whispered.

"What was the warning," Mara asked.

"The warning was that..." Jamie sighed and drew a deep breath. "The end of the world is near. The final fall of civilization and humanity." He spared the girls' shocked faces a glance. "But it's not yet a done deal. It can still be stopped. Armageddon averted."

"How," Mara asked.

"We don't know yet," he said.

"How does the world end," Caitlin said.

Jamie grimaced and hesitated, but then answered, "We don't know yet."

Caitlin faced forward. She knew what this meant. She knew Jamie meant to get her to pay her debt to him by summoning the spirit of Papa Rossi and allowing it to possess her, body, magic and soul.

Jamie could see the realization dawn on her features and he grimaced as he drove on. Considering the horrible time she had being possessed by two angry, vengeful spirits in the past, he knew she must be very loathe to do that, but he had to persuade her, somehow. He just kept glancing at her and hoped she wouldn't jump out of the moving car.

"So, what do you know," Mara asked.

"Laura's father said that it goes down and he can see it unfold because my children and she are the first victims of the cataclysm."

"Fuck," Mara whispered. "That is harsh." After a few seconds of silence, she said, "Could he be lying? You know, trying to scare you off of his daughter and granddaughter? Fathers can be overprotective like that. Or, so I'm told."

"We're all fairly certain he isn't," Jamie said.

"So, you're just together to save the kids and the world," Caitlin said, her tone of voice small and lifeless, belying the tempest raging inside of her. "You're not going to stay together after you ensure their safety?" She looked over to him and her heart pounded as she wished him to say it was so.

Jamie drew a deep breath and slowly let it out. "We've," he said and trailed off. "We were shook up by the news last night and we, uh... we've rekindled our relationship."

Caitlin faced away from him. A tear escaped her eye and she looked out the window to hide it from him. Her hopes of winning him over were dashed. She wanted him like she had never wanted anything before in her life and here he was, sitting next to her, yet completely out of her reach. 

She had spent the morning talking with Mara, almost exclusively about him, and she knew the buxom beauty shared her infatuation with the boy. When she first heard Mara confess her feelings, she had nearly gouged her eyes out in a jealous rage, but the two of them had been surrounded by cops and had no one else to talk to while they were being submitted to the most thorough physical on the planet. Slowly, they started talking about Jamie and his relationship with the Rossi women and they came to the conclusion that the mysterious male obsession with girls that make out with one another was a hurdle neither of them could clear in their efforts to seduce him.

Not on their own, at least.

Mara was the one that suggested they work together in seducing him and making him forget about the mother-daughter threesomes by getting him into a threesome with the two of them. Caitlin didn't need to look into the back seat to know Mara was as heartbroken as she was, right now. She could hear it in her voice as she asked Jamie about his mother and sister and how he had nearly had to leave them behind because of Laura's actions.

Jamie ignored the pain he and his family had gone through and focused on the gladness and relief they all experienced when he visited his mother and sister earlier that morning.

Jamie started prattling about how duress makes people see things differently and how a person reassessed their priorities when faced with losing what they love and he used that to justify getting back with the Rossis. Caitlin closed her eyes and tried to ignore his words, but they kept invading her ears and stabbing her in the heart.

"We're here," he said and parked the car. Caitlin blinked her eyes and looked around. They were in a small town with narrow streets. The houses were made of stone and looked to be centuries old, though still in good repair. In front of the car, at the end of the narrow street, was a square with people strolling about. "You're about to have the best meal of your lives!"

Jamie opened his door and stepped out of the car. A split second after he closed his door, his senses told him of imminent danger. He didn't even have time to consciously react. His body twisted out of the way and a dart slammed into the car door's window to crack it. Running on pure instinct, Jamie crouched and spun to face whoever had fired it. His senses stretched out on alert, but felt no hostility towards him. Another dart flew at him and he telekinetically stopped it in mid-air.

Caitlin opened her car door to step out and help him, while Mara squealed in fright. "Get back in the car," Jamie yelled as he reached for his own door handle. Two more darts flew at him and he slammed them aside with the Force before getting into the car. He immediately reached over and pulled Caitlin back into the car.

"We're sitting ducks in here," Caitlin exclaimed. "We've got to get out and fight!"

"Stay here," Jamie commanded. "The car's warded!" He pointed at the crack in his window and it vanished right before her eyes.

"That's impressive, but what about when they break out the big guns," Caitlin said. "We've got to move!"

"The car's warded against any notice," he said. "Just sit here and let them come to us!" Caitlin looked to be panicking. Her eyes were darting all around, trying to spot the attackers before it was too late. Jamie spared Mara a look and saw that she was doing the same. "Just relax, girls! We're safe and sound in here."

Before long, a man exited the trattoria and walked towards the car. Jamie couldn't sense his intentions, even though he could plainly see he was scanning the street for any sign of him. He hadn't seen people resistant to mind reading like that since the last time he had tangled with Section. He counted dozens of people in range of his Jedi senses and he now realized that they could all be hostiles and he wouldn't know it until they acted against him.

Jamie's heart rate shot through the roof as he realized he couldn't sense Alessandra, or Laura. He had been stretching his senses out to find the attackers and he should have sensed them by now. His face set into a grim cast and he put his hand on the door handle. Whoever this guy that was coming his way was, Jamie was going to make him pay. A small part of him told him they could have ran away when this guy and his friends came calling, but he knew the girls weren't so tough.

As the guy came closer and Jamie got ready to pounce, others started to exit the trattoria, or walk across the square. They all wore raincoats with thick sweaters underneath. Under their raincoats, they hid long-barreled weapons. Jamie's senses could give him no glimpse into anyone's mind, no matter how hard he looked. He counted more than twenty of them as they congregated around his car. He knew he couldn't take on so many at once and he silently cursed them for it.

Caitlin and Mara squealed in terror, filling the cabin with the sounds of their panicked breathing. "Calm down," Jamie instructed. "If they could notice us, they already would have. Keep still! Keep your doors closed and your windows up and we'll be fine!"

The men gathered around the car and one crouched down to pick up the four darts that had failed to hit Jamie. "Our intel was wrong," he said, speaking with an American accent. "Target has magic again." He sighed and looked up and down the narrow street.

"Are you sure, sir," another man asked.

"Well, let me see," the leader said. "He appeared out of nowhere, swatted the stun darts right out of the air, as if they weren't enchanted, and then he vanished from our sights in a flash. But you're right, of course. Might not be magic. Might just be he has a bad case of dermatitis!"

The other man looked stymied and the leader stood up. "We're pulling out. Contact Ops and tell them they have to go with plan B!" He huffed loudly. "Management isn't going to like this."

The men took up a tactical formation and slowly moved away from the car. Jamie put the car in gear and began to crawl after them. He sized them up, looking for a hole in their formation and seeking one he could snatch for questioning. He growled in frustration as they moved without leaving anyone exposed for even a second. He saw one of them using a satellite phone. He grabbed his smartphone and activated his server to try and trace the call. He didn't have much hope of success, though. He was no Nova and the phone was probably heavily encrypted.

"Holy fuck," Mara said, sounding like she had been holding her breath for the past few minutes. "Did they really miss us? How could they not see us? They were looking right at us from two feet away."

"Jamie," Caitlin said, "you said you didn't have magic."

"I don't."

"That's not what that guy said," Caitlin insisted.

"Never mind that," Mara exclaimed. "What about the Rossis?" Caitlin shot her a pointed glare. "This is their trattoria, isn't it? This is where half the men came out of."

"They're not in there," Jamie said.

"How can you know that," Mara asked.

Jamie focused on following the men and heaved a big sigh. "Alright, listen up! I'll only say this once, so if you miss anything, tough! Back when the French captured me, their vampire-eating vampire took my magic away from me. But I also knew how to make permanent enchantments-"

The girls gasped as one. Making a permanent enchantment was utterly impossible, even Mara knew that. "How," they both asked at the same time.

Jamie carefully took a particularly tight corner and continued following the men. He wondered if they were going to walk all the way back to where they came from. They sounded like Americans, but he didn't know if they were Section, or someone else. 

"I don't know how," he said, continuing his tale. "All I know is that I knew how and now I don't. Not anymore."

"How is that possible," Caitlin asked.

"I enchanted this car, back when I had power. It's still enchanted and it'll be enchanted forever. After the vamp took my power, she modified my mind to be unable to think of how to make permanent enchantments anymore. I can't remember how I used to enchant things and if I ever encountered such an idea again, I'd discount it as impossible before even trying it."




A-Cup Angst Ch. 16



"So, you have something that you enchanted a long time ago that allows you to stop darts in mid-air," Caitlin asked.

"No," he said. He was distracted by looking at the slowly moving tactical formation he was following. "I have a small store of stuff I've enchanted a long time ago. Before I got captured, I had nightmares I didn't properly interpret as warnings of what was coming. In those nightmares I saved myself by enchanting a spell sigil, so I did that when I woke up. When the vampire modified my brain with her magic, the sigil's magic piggy-backed on her efforts and transformed my brain into that of a Jedi."

"Seriously?" Mara asked.

"Yes, seriously," he said.

"What can you do?" Mara asked.

"I can sense the minds of people who are nearby. I can detect emotions and even read surface thoughts. I see the very near future if it results in terrible things for me and I have telekinesis. I can lift half a ton with my mind alone and hold it aloft."

"Wow," Caitlin said.

"So, you know that Laura and Alessandra weren't back in the trattoria," Mara asked.

"Correct," he said.

"Well, who are these guys?" Mara asked. "What can you read from their minds?"

"Nothing," he said. "Their minds are warded against being read. I came across such a spell once before. Section used to use it to keep their agents' minds protected from broadcasting secrets."

"So, these guys are Section," Mara asked.

"Probably," he said. "Maybe not. Other law enforcement agencies use similar spells, too. I intend to follow these guys and find out who they are." He fished his phone out of his pocket and dialed Laura's number. It went straight to voicemail. He got the same result with Alessandra's phone. No one was answering the phone in the trattoria. "Damn it! They must have taken them!"

He kept following the men and then dialed the contact number of the Jordanian embassy. He got in touch with Yousef, who had no idea what was going on, but promised to call in the authorities and contact Ahmed. Jamie thanked him and hung up. Whatever aid Yousef might get him, it would be too late if he let these guys out of his sight.

He slowed down and let the men gain some distance. "Ok, girls, unless I'm very wrong, they're going to take the next left and turn onto the main avenue. Their cars are probably waiting for them there. We'll have a brief window for you to get out of the car and go your own way. I intend to follow these guys and snatch one up for questioning."

"We're coming with you," Caitlin said.

"I'd rather you didn't," he said. "This will be dangerous."

"Then you'll need my help," Caitlin said. "I am a witch, you know."

"Mara, do you want out?" he asked.

"No," Mara said. "Absolutely not. I'm here to help."

"Well, fine then," he darkly said. He stepped on the throttle and caught up with the men. "If you're expecting me to talk you out of this, I don't got the time for the usual nonsense. Don't come crying to me later about how I didn't warn you!"

He took out his phone and called his mother. She answered him quickly and Jamie had the most unpleasant conversation of his life as he desperately tried to convince her to collect her daughter and get out of town. Caitlin and Mara tried to ignore his tearful pleas as he kept following the men at a crawling pace. Finally, it ended and Jamie wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve. He cleared his hoarse throat.

"Are you ok?" Mara asked him gently.

Jamie shook his head no and blinked his eyes clear. There was still a job to do. He had to focus and follow the men. They came to the walls that encompassed the small town and the satellite phone was used again. Jamie parked right next to them as they formed up on a clearing not far from the town gate. They ignored his car, as always.

"How much magic can you sense," he asked Caitlin.

"Is it ok for me to use my senses on them," she asked. "Won't they sense me in turn?" 

"Not while you're in the car," he said. "I don't know if they'll be able to tell you're watching them, but they won't be able to find you. That, I'm sure of!"

She closed her eyes and focused for a few seconds. "Oh, there's a lot of magic around," she said. "They've got a spell drawn around this whole field to make everyone ignore it and they're all carrying many protective charms. I think four, or five, of them are casters."

Jamie looked at the way their formation changed. "And they've definitely felt you looking," he said. There was no way for him to snatch one of them and stick them inside the car without the rest of them intervening. He gripped his steering wheel tightly and seethed in rage.

A helicopter was soon heard and it landed right next to his car, making the air buffet it with loud gusts. The men boarded the helicopter under full cover and it rose back up into the air to fly away. Jamie reached out with the Force and tried to manipulate some of the mechanisms of the helicopter, to get it to make an emergency landing. He could feel his work being undone on the fly, using magic, as the chopper swayed and dipped, but ultimately flew out of his range.

Jamie cursed up a storm as he watched them fly off. He made another call to Yousef and told him the helicopter's tail number. Yousef promised to do what he could to have it intercepted. "Come on," he said and put the car back in gear. "We need to examine the trattoria for clues!"

He drove them back there and carefully got out of the car to see if there would be any more shots taken at him. There were none, so he led the girls into the building. The place had been ransacked. Laura and Alessandra's things were strewn all over the place and many pieces of furniture were damaged, or upturned by the search.

There was no sign of either woman, nor any kind of clue where they might have gone to. Jamie didn't even know if they had been taken for certain. He obtained some of either girl's hairs and Caitlin tried to do a blood scry for them.

"They're warded against it," she sadly said after the scrying failed.

Jamie bit back a juicy curse. They both wore bracelets he had permanently enchanted ages ago to ward the wearer against being traced by magic. He had hoped that their kidnappers might have taken those off and left them traceable. He guessed they could have done that and then placed their own, temporary wards on them. He had no way of knowing for sure. He huffed and went online to check on the server he had rented in Florence. He nearly wept with frustration when he saw that his electronic trace of the Worth girls had gone cold. 

The last place his algorhythm managed to follow them to was the American consulate in Munich. Their trail abruptly ended there, in the wee hours of the morning. "Fuck," he grumbled. He forced himself to concentrate and programmed the server to redirect his mother and sister's electronic trails, so people trying to trace them would go hunting ghosts, instead.

He was just about done when Mara quietly said, "Uh, Jamie, I'm really, really hungry."

He looked up at her and said, "Well, why didn't you say so, before?"

Mara looked nervous and Caitlin said, "Maybe because you look like you might flip out at any second?"

"Well, if I look like that, it's only because I really am ready to go berserk at any moment," he deliberately said. "But that doesn't mean that I'm going to go off on you. You're my friends and I'm not that far gone. Not yet, anyway. Go downstairs, to the kitchen, and help yourselves to anything you like!"

"There's nothing in the kitchen," Caitlin said. "Remember? They threw everything to the floor and it's all melted and spoiled by now."

Jamie sighed. "Just wait a few more minutes for me to finish this and then we're going someplace to eat!"

The girls wandered off and raided the Rossis' closets for winter attire. When they came back to Jamie, he could hear their stomachs growling. His own was starting to join them. He finished setting up the electronic redirects, found Laura's address book, and took them to a ristorante, where the two of them ordered a mountain of food. He sat in silence and watched the real time feed of his server tracking his mother and sister and redirecting their trace at the same time. It was working splendidly, but he didn't want to risk taking his eye off it for even a second. 

Last night's revelations had been so shocking that he had forgotten to check on his trace of the Worths earlier that morning and he had completely missed it when they dropped off his radar. He beat himself up over it, especially since he had sworn to himself that he would check it every time he went to sleep and woke up. If he had checked it that morning, he would have seen it had gone wrong and he would have warned Laura and Alessandra. Maybe even moved them to safety. The thought that their disappearances could have been prevented made him want to stab himself in the eye.

The girls ate ravenously when the food came and he joined them, though with no real appetite. He desperately tried to sort the morning's events in his head. A group of armed thugs had tried to capture him, after they had captured Laura and Alessandra, but they hadn't gone after his mother and sister. The last part made little to no sense. If he was the target and they had the manpower to do it, why wouldn't they also have gone after his mother and sister?

During the meal, Caitlin and Mara tried to get him to talk about the very emotional and uncomfortable call they had witnessed him making from the car, but he cut them off by saying, "I had said farewell forever to my mother and sister the other day. Late last night, I had called them to tell them I was back and I visited them this morning, for a very, very emotional reunion. And just now, I had to call them to say they had to run for their lives. You'll understand if I'm not really in the mood to talk about it."

During dessert, a terrible thought came to him. He glared at Caitlin and said, "Caitlin, how much did you tell Rose and Sandra about me? You know, when you brought them over here?"

"Nothing," Caitlin said. She swallowed nervously under his glare and he sensed her guilt.

"Really," he said. "Nothing at all? So why did they choose to come with you in the first place?"

Caitlin hesitated for a moment and then said, "Well, we've been in touch ever since you saved me. You know that."

He sensed the truth of the matter in her mind and said, "You told them enough about me to be able to figure out who Laura and Alessandra were and where they could be found. Didn't you?"

Caitlin blushed furiously in shame and stammered, "No, I didn't! I'd never!"

Jamie sighed and put his head in his hands. He didn't doubt that Rose and Sandra would want to have some revenge against him, but he couldn't really believe them to have the resources to pull this off. And they definitely wouldn't have had the time to plan it. They might have figured out about the Rossis, somehow, and then passed that intel on to someone else, who was pulling the strings. Someone big and powerful. Someone who now had the Rossis and his unborn children. 

He used some of Nova's algorithms to hack into the long-term parking at the airport. He looked up some license plates of the cars parked there. After some more hacking, he determined several villas and houses in Florence and its environs that would be unoccupied for weeks to come.

"We're relocating someplace safe," he said and led the girls to the car. He drove them to one of the villas on the outskirts of Florence and used the Force to gain entry and disable the alarm system. "Make yourselves at home!"

The girls used the bathrooms and raided the closets of the family that lived there for more clothing in their sizes. Ahmed called Jamie to tell him all the Italian authorities were on the case. He also expressed his sympathies and outrage at the kidnapping. He swore to do all that he could to find the Rossis. Jamie thanked him profusely and the man hung up after fifteen minutes of promising to do all that he could, to actually start doing it.

Jamie didn't know if it was the Force telling him so, or just his own instincts and experience, but he didn't hold much hope in Ahmed saving the day. He opened Laura's address book and called every number in it, asking people if anyone had any clue as to where they were. A small part of him still held hope that they might have gone off somewhere on their own. He longed to learn that this had all been a misunderstanding. Three hours and ninety-six phone calls later, he was thoroughly disabused of the notion. He sank into an overstuffed lounge chair and buried his face in his hands. He breathed slow, deep breaths to keep from crying.

Mara and Caitlin had, in the meanwhile, made dinner and used the villa's phone to catch up on their own phone correspondences. Jamie had programmed his server to redirect the calls at random and watch out for any tracers. Mara brought him a tray loaded with food and set it in his lap. He mumbled some thanks and then picked at it.

Mara stood behind him and rubbed his shoulder. "Jamie," she softly said, "you can't beat yourself up about this."

"Oh, do shut up, Mara," he quietly said. "I neither need, nor want any platitudes."

"So, what," Caitlin asked. "You're gonna just sit around and stew in your own misery? Isn't this kidnapping connected to the prophecy Laura's dead father gave her? The one about the world ending?"

"Yes," he said. "Yes, it is. It must be!" He locked eyes with Caitlin. She gulped nervously.

"Well, the prophecy said Alessandra would live," Mara offered in a small voice.

"It didn't explicitly say she was among the first to die," Jamie said, not taking his eyes off Caitlin's. "That doesn't mean she lives. I need to know, Caitlin. I need to know."

She shook her head no. "No, no way. I'm not gonna do that!"

"I need you to summon the late Mister Rossi and have him possess you, body, soul and magic, so he can cast his spells and see the future."

"I'm not gonna do that!"

"You owe me," Jamie said.

"No," she said, shaking her head.

"I saved you from possession. If I hadn't done that, you'd still be living the nightmare, even now! You said so yourself. You owe me twice! And you're the one that brought those two snakes Rose and Sandra into this and I'm sure they're involved somehow!"

"No," Caitlin insisted. "If I let him have me all the way, then I won't be able to evict him. If he wanted to, he could stay inside me, wear me like a meat puppet until the day I die! I'm not going to do that!"

"He won't," Jamie insisted. "He is an honorable man. A hero to all the magical communities of Europe."

"He is a long-dead spirit of a powerful magician whose agenda could be anything at all," Caitlin all but screamed. "You don't know what limbo does to a person's spirit!"

"Caitlin," he admonished. He set the food tray aside and got up to stand in front of her. "If you don't do this... then the world ends. No more you, no more me, no more Mara, no more anything." Her face was scrunched up and tears were starting to leak from the corners of her eyes. She lowered her face to the floor and shook her head. "Do you doubt that? Do you doubt the word of the late seer?" After a long moment, she shook her head again. 

He grasped her hands and gave them a squeeze. "So, you do accept that the world is about to end and all the people in it?" She nodded her head once. "Then what will you do about it? Will you hide inside your skin until the last day, or will you fight? Will you fight for yourself? For me? For every innocent person on this planet and their loved ones?"

She sobbed and he softened his voice. "Come on! Where is that gorgeous girl that memorized the names and cities of every caster that had received a copy of the vampire transformation ritual? Huh?" He crouched lower and looked up into her watery eyes. She straightened up and sniffed. "Where is the girl that survived being possessed by two angry, vengeful ghosts?" He smiled at her. "Ah! There she is! Brave and beautiful!" He brought one of her hands up to his mouth and kissed it.

"You're going to do this," he said, "aren't you? You're going to summon Rossi and let him have all of you, so he can tell us exactly what's going on."

She swallowed, sniffed and blinked away her tears. "Yes," she said, making Jamie's smile widen, "but only under one condition!"

"Name it," he said without hesitation.

"You have to have sex with me and Mara, first," Caitlin said.

Jamie looked from her to Mara and back again. "Are you serious?"

"That's what I want," Caitlin said. "If you want me to give myself to your dead future father, then you have to have a threesome with the two of us and you have to make it great. No threesome, no summoning."

"You'd be willing to risk the fate of the world for the chance to have sex with me?"

Caitlin nodded. "You and Mara," she said.

"Ok, but, um," he said, "we haven't asked Mara about-"

"I want to," Mara quickly said.

Jamie looked at her. She seemed quite eager, with her lips quirked into a toothy grin. He reached out with his senses and felt their previous arrangement to this effect. He could also sense that Mara was very nervous. She had never been with a girl before. As far as he could tell, she had never even dreamed of it.

"I don't think we should pressure Mara into doing anything she isn't comfortable with."

"Pressure-shmessure," Caitlin said. "My girl is with me on this, one hundred percent. Ain't that right, Mara?"

"Yes."

Jamie could plainly see that Mara wasn't one hundred percent into it. He shot Caitlin a look. "Come on, Caitlin. Let's you and I-"

"No! Threesome, Jamie. I want a threesome. No threesome, no possession."

"Then, let's find someone else, cause Mara isn't-"

"There's no one else," Caitlin declared. Mara and she stepped towards one another. They lifted their arms and slowly embraced. Jamie could sense Caitlin's single-minded desire and Mara's hesitance at the same time. He found the combination of their emotional states oddly erotic.

Their faces began to venture towards one another and his misgivings about loyalty to the mothers of his children slowly faded away as he felt their anticipations mount. Mara was tense and swallowed nervously as she closed her eyes. Caitlin parted her lips and they closed the last inch of distance between them. Their first touch was hesitant, with Mara nearly flinching away, but they soon relaxed into it. He could sense Mara enjoying the feel of another woman's lips.

The busty brunette gasped and moaned when Caitlin slipped her tongue past her lips. They French kissed for a few long, languid minutes, before they suddenly remembered they had hands, too. Caitlin reached up and caressed the sides of Mara's neck. Mara's hands roamed over Caitlin's back, reflecting her uncertainty of how to proceed.

They made out slowly, with Caitlin taking the lead and easing Mara into things. Jamie sat and watched as their sweaters and shirts came off. Caitlin's small hands went to Mara's big breasts. Mara gasped at the contact and threw her head back. Caitlin looked over at Jamie and winked before she lowered her face to Mara's deep cleavage.

Mara gasped and squealed when Caitlin began to kiss between her breasts. She offered no resistance as the fair-haired girl kissed first one fleshy globe and then the other. Jamie could sense her hesitation, which Caitlin had successfully beaten down with her tender ministrations, spike when small, deft hands reached the clasp of her bra.

Caitlin sensed her reaction, too, so she settled for caressing the skin between Mara's shoulder blades. She nuzzled her tits and provoked a few giggles from her. When she felt Mara relax again, she swiftly undid her bra and pulled the straps aside. Mara gasped and her arms flexed, on reflex, to catch the garment.




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Caitlin made a soft noise of reproach in the back of her throat as she took Mara by the wrists. She lifted her face and planted another soft kiss on Mara's lips. Their kiss lasted until Mara relaxed again and stopped trying to redo her bra. Caitlin pulled back and looked up into Mara's eyes. She pulled on the pale girl's hands and directed them towards her own breasts.

Mara gasped in surprise as she felt the first pair of tits that wasn't her own. Her mouth fell open and Jamie could feel her fascination as she groped at Caitlin's perky tits.

"Oh, yes," Caitlin hissed. 

Mara looked up into her face in surprise and then began to knead her tits in earnest. Caitlin squirmed under the assault, gasping in delight, even though Jamie could feel that Mara was a bit too heavy-handed with her attentions. When her fascination with Caitlin's tits abated some, Mara picked up on this, too, so she adjusted her touch. Caitlin reached behind herself and undid the clasp of her bra. She slid it out from under Mara's hands and then began to writhe as the girl resumed her strokes.

Caitlin grabbed the sides of Mara's face and drew her in for another kiss. Jamie felt the touch escalate things as dams burst and inhibitions got trampled by the rising lust in both beauties. Their kiss turned heated and they pressed their bodies together with fervor. Pretty soon, Mara's bra joined Caitlin's on the floor and they worked at their remaining clothes with fumbling fingers.

When they were in just their panties, they slowly stretched out on the bed. They explored each other's bodies with hands and mouths as Jamie watched. His body had a predictable reaction and he had to adjust himself in his pants several times in the past few minutes.

When Caitlin slid down Mara's body to kiss her nipples and slide a finger into the brunette's panties, she shot him a look over her shoulder. "This isn't just lezzy fun, Jamie. Get in here!"

Jamie hesitated only briefly before jumping up to shed his clothes. He was well aware that the Rossis and he had promised themselves to one another anew, but he simply couldn't stop himself from joining the sexy girls writhing on the bed before him. He was naked in under a minute and then gently lay behind Mara on the bed. She twisted her head around to give him a kiss of welcome. She nearly bit his tongue when Caitlin nibbled on her swollen nipple and stroked her clit at the same time.

"These are in the way," Caitlin said about Mara's panties and hooked her fingers into their waistband. Jamie helped Mara lift her hips and Caitlin slid the offending garment down her legs to toss it on the floor. Mara was now bare and Jamie felt her reflexive desire to cover herself up. She beat it down on her own and Jamie enjoyed her eager surrender as he plundered her mouth with his tongue. 

Caitlin slid her hand between Mara's thighs until her fingertips touched Jamie's hard cock. Mara squirmed a little at the invader between her legs and wound up pressing Caitlin's wrist up against her pussy. Caitlin smiled a wicked smile as she began to slide her arm back and forth between Mara's thighs. Her wrist and forearm rubbed over Mara's wet nether lips even as she grasped Jamie's cock with her fingers and began to jerk it off with long, slow strokes. Jamie and Mara groaned in unison.

Caitlin teased them until they began to hiss in frustration. She slid her other hand between Mara's thighs. She flexed her fingers and pinched the sensitive skin on the insides of Mara's thighs to get the girl to spread them. Mara's indignant squeal was muffled by Jamie's kiss.

Caitlin held up one of Mara's thighs as she pulled insistently on Jamie's cock. Jamie slid forward and allowed Caitlin to aim him into Mara's molten core. He didn't need the Force to tell him he was there when Caitlin spread Mara's lips for him. He could feel Mara's juices on the tip of his cock, as well as her whole body tense up in his arms.

With a quick thrust of his hips, he buried the head of his cock inside Mara. Mara broke their kiss and threw her head back to gasp. He seized her by the hair and pulled her in for another kiss. He penetrated her pussy at the same time as he penetrated her lips with his questing tongue. She yielded eagerly.

Caitlin slid up Mara's body and fastened her lips around one of the girl's bountiful tits. She used one of her hands to strum Mara's clit and extended her middle finger to run along the underside of Jamie's cock as he thrust it in and out of Mara's pussy. They both moaned their appreciation of her hand.

Jamie could plainly feel the rush of ecstasy flowing from Mara's mind. He basked in it and let it carry him to his own climax. He sped up his hips, making Mara's climb to orgasm speed up. Pretty soon, Mara was on the cusp of an orgasm the likes of which she hadn't felt before. She was starting to feel a little afraid of it and tried to block the pleasurable sensations coming from her body.

When Caitlin bit Mara's nipple, lightning shot from it towards her clit and her whole body clenched up. Her head flew back and she came with an inarticulate shout. Jamie's own orgasm immediately followed and he clenched up as he shot his load into her fluttering pussy.

He held on to her after he finished and felt the aftershocks slowly subside in her body and mind. His softening member slid out of her gooey snatch and her let go of her to roll over on his back and catch his breath.

Caitlin rolled Mara onto her back, too. She then spread her thighs again and dived face-first into her pussy. Mara gasped and giggled as she felt Caitlin's delicate touch on her sensitized clit. Caitlin soon slid her lips lower and formed a seal over the entrance to Mara's pussy. She applied suction, making Mara shudder and squeal. Her tongue ventured between the wet, engorged lips and into the snug tunnel beyond. She did her utmost to retrieve every single bit of Jamie's cum from Mara's snatch.

Jamie sensed this through the Force and he sat up on one elbow to watch. Caitlin was like a feeding predator as she worked to draw his cum out of Mara, who writhed like a woman possessed. She tried to tangle her fingers into Caitlin's hair and lift her face off her pussy, but Jamie stopped her.

"Now, now, Mara, let's not be ungrateful! Caitlin, slide your pussy over her face and let her return the favor."

Jamie could sense the spike of worry and fear in Mara's mind. She had never before eaten pussy, that she could remember, and she was both a little disgusted at the thought and a little afraid of doing a poor job. Her flushed face was a lovely tableau of conflicting emotions until Caitlin slid her hips around to straddle Mara's face.

Jamie put a hand over the small of Caitlin's back and helped her aim her pussy at Mara's face without lifting her own face from Mara's snatch. Mara's face scrunched up and she tried to slide her head out of the way, but Jamie twined a hand in her dark tresses and forced her face up. She hesitated for a few moments. Caitlin kept working on her pussy, making her squirm and that decided things for her. She stuck her own tongue out and did her best to return the favor.

Feeling Mara's inhibitions fade from her mind like that made Jamie feel oddly happy. He relaxed as he lay next to the girls and watched them sixty-nine one another. Pretty soon, Caitlin's tongue and fingers pushed Mara over another crest and she came again. Her mouth was pressed up to Caitlin's clit, so her scream of pleasure reverberated over it, making Caitlin cum as well.

Caitlin lifted her head and cried out in ecstasy as her whole body writhed atop Mara and rubbed their tits into each other's bellies. Jamie could sense their combined pleasure. He could also sense a strange, emotional warmth that suffused both their minds in the background of the explosive orgasms. It was emotional closeness, he realized, brought about by sharing him.

His cock was hard again by then, so he decided to be shared properly. He got up and lifted Caitlin's hips from Mara's face. The brunette gasped for breath as he did so. He positioned Caitlin on her knees beside Mara. It took some effort since the girl was as limp as a wet noodle in his arms.

He lined up his dick with her sopping pussy and slid in without any resistance. Caitlin cried out at the sensations of being so stuffed right after an orgasm, but made no move to alleviate the situation. Jamie began to stroke in and out of her with a steady rhythm. He knew he was going to last a while, so he let himself savor the feeling of her tight, but wet treasure box trying to cling to his shaft.

Mara sat up and slid closer to their slapping hips. She reached under Caitlin's body with both hands. Jamie could feel her hand circling Caitlin's clit as he pistoned in and out. Caitlin's head shot up and she got up on all fours, without disrupting Jamie's rhythm. Mara moved a bit towards Caitlin's head and slid a hand towards her tits. Caitlin moaned at her touch across her nipples and lifted a hand to pull Mara into a kiss.

Drilled by Jamie's hard cock, her clit and a nipple strummed by delicate fingers and her mouth plundered by a wet, insistent tongue, Caitlin shot off like a rocket and came. Jamie slammed himself into her and held her hips firmly, so the rest of her body writhed in pleasure, even as her moan was muffled by Mara's tongue.

Jamie loved seeing the flush and goose-bumps spread across Caitlin's back. As soon as her pussy stopped contracting, he resumed his thrusts. He was getting close to another orgasm himself. Caitlin squealed in protest, but Mara kept on with her efforts and she found herself being driven to yet another orgasm, whether she wanted to, or not. She passively endured their ministrations.

Spurred on by her surrender, Jamie soon found himself cumming. He slammed himself as deep as he could go inside her pussy and squirted his seed as he groaned in ecstasy. Her pussy suddenly started clenching around his dick as she had yet another orgasm. The sensations were almost too much for him to bear. He doubled over and nearly lay atop her sweaty back as he waited for his dick to soften.

The sweet call of slumber came for him and he was barely conscious as he slipped out of Caitlin's pussy.

Jamie woke up to the feeling of Mara shifting in his arms. She made a small noise as she settled her ass against his lower stomach. He lay still and reached out with the Force. She was asleep. Caitlin's mind was nowhere to be felt. For a moment, Jamie's heart faltered and he thought that she had skipped out on him while he was asleep. Then he felt it.

A strange mind was in the next room. It was very different from anything Jamie had sensed with the Force so far. The thoughts seemed to be broadcast between the mind's location in the next room and someplace Jamie couldn't reach with the Force. It made reading the mind next to impossible. Jamie could only get disjointed images and snatches of thoughts from it.

He sighed and braced himself. That was almost certainly Mister Rossi in the body of Caitlin Ford in the next room. He slowly extricated himself from Mara's soft embrace and crept out of the bed. He used the Force to silence the bedsprings and lift his clothes.

He crept out of the room and carefully shut the door on a sleeping Mara. He got dressed and combed out his hair with his hands, trying to make himself presentable. The man he was about to meet will be the grandfather and great-grandfather to his kids. Jamie checked himself for the smell of sex and decided he didn't reek of it.

With a final huff, he steeled his resolve and reached out to open the door. 

Caitlin was sitting on the bed, facing the eastern wall. Her eyes were closed and her hands folded across her lap. She was wearing a sweater and jeans. Jamie stood there watching her slowly breathe for a long time. The Force gave him no insight into the disjointed mind that was inside her skull at the time. He didn't know if Caitlin's summoning was done, or still ongoing. At length, he lost his patience and quietly said, "Caitlin?"

Caitlin drew a deeper breath and then slowly let it out. Her eyes opened and she turned her head towards him. When he looked at her face, he saw her eyes scan his face, as if seeing him for the first time and he knew that it wasn't her in there. "Rossi?"

"That's Mister Rossi, Sir, to you," he said through Caitlin's mouth, speaking fluent Italian.

Jamie gulped. "Mister Rossi, Sir, it's an honor to finally meet you, uh, even though the circumstances are, uh..."

"I know the circumstances much better than you, young man." He stood up and gestured for him to back up out of the room.

Jamie did just that and Rossi walked out of the bedroom to go downstairs. Jamie stood and watched him go until the man said, "Are you coming?"

Jamie flinched into action and jogged down the stairs to follow Caitlin's body to the villa's kitchen. Rossi started rifling through the kitchen cabinets. "What are you looking for," Jamie asked.

"As if you could tell me where anything was," Rossi grumbled under his breath. He opened a cabinet and gave an exclamation of joy at seeing its contents. He pulled out a can of tea. "Sit down!" Jamie sat on a stool he pulled out from under the kitchen island. He watched Rossi move about the kitchen, seeking the implements needed to make tea. After checking nearly every cabinet and drawer and finding only an electric teapot, Rossi growled softly and grabbed a mug. He filled it with water and put a teabag in it. He waved Caitlin's hand over it and the water instantly began to steam. He covered it with a saucer and then leaned against the kitchen island to face Jamie.

After a long silence, Rossi said, "A sickness is about to be released. It kills Laura and your children right at the start and then spreads to kill every caster in the world."

Jamie's jaw fell. "Are... are you sure?"

Rossi shot him a look. "Yes, of course I am sure. While you were sleeping, I was casting the spells that allow me to see the future." He frowned and looked away for a moment. "Though they were nowhere near as effective without my original brain to process them." He looked back into Jamie's eyes. "This sickness ends the world."

"It spreads to everyone?"

Rossi shook Caitlin's head. "No. Just the casters. But it spreads to practically all the casters in the world and it kills everyone that catches it. In less than a year from now, the world will be left without magicians."

Jamie looked off into the distance. He had grown up thinking there were no magicians in the world. He briefly wondered if the world might not even be improved by the disappearance of magic from it. He didn't care if it would be. Laura, Caitlin, his kids, Laura's friends, Ahmed, they were all slated to die from this disease and that meant that Jamie was going to stop it, or cure it, no matter what.

"For a while, at least," Rossi said, continuing his exposition. "The gift of magic is joined to many bloodlines all over the world. Just because all currently living casters would die, magic would not die out. New casters would be conceived and born the very next year. And those would grow up in a world which has no guidance to offer them. No magical authorities to make them behave and cover up their mischief.

"It's hard for me to see exact details that far into the future, but the big picture I'm getting is pretty clear. Those young casters will wind up exposed to the public at large. The response of the rest of humanity will be," he trailed off and sighed heavily. "Some will gather around the magicians, regarding them as new gods. They will supplicate to them and willingly pledge themselves into their service. Most will see the magicians as the next step of evolution and feel threatened by their very existence. Islam and Christianity will denounce the magicians as abominations and stir up a frenzy of hatred towards them, declaring fatwas and crusades against them. 

"Once the first 'holy smitings' occur, most magicians will drop the kid gloves and start to fight back. I don't know if the world leaders go paranoid on their own, or if the magicians take over their minds, or if it's a combination of the two, but nukes fly. The whole world is scorched by them, killing nearly all the human race. There will be millions of survivors, but they will all be scattered in small populations, ruled by the surviving magicians. The remnants of humanity will be totally dependent on their magical powers to keep the ubiquitous radioactive fallout from finishing them all off. Human civilization ends with a bang. The species whimpers on in servitude."

Jamie sat in horrified silence while Rossi calmly cooled his cup of tea and began to sip it. Jamie swallowed against the dryness in his throat and said, "Ok, so we just have to stop that from ever happening. Take me back to the beginning! Where does the disease start? And how?"

Rossi grimaced. "That part is completely clouded. If it had been me, I might have been able to see through the shroud, but I cannot with this brain and magic. All I can see with clarity is Laura's death and the deaths of our children. Then you are on your knees before Alessandra, crying and sobbing that it was all your fault."

"Alessandra lives?"

Rossi nodded. "If you can call it life. I see her returning to her home and living a miserable, lonely life as the loss of your child leaves her barren and bitter. When the magicians are revealed, the locals remember Laura's reputation of old and drag Alessandra out to the town square one night, where they burn her at the stake for being a witch."

"Well, where the hell am I!? Why aren't I with her?!"

Rossi shrugged. "I don't see your future past that moment when you sob before her. I'm limited to what I can see from this brain. I can clearly see only the future of my bloodline. Everything else is a bit blurry. You do not become part of my bloodline, because our mutual children die before they're even born. The end of civilization in a nuclear holocaust is an event that takes so many souls that it reverberates throughout time. I can see it with enough clarity, as any seer worth their salt should."

"Are there any other seers we can call upon," Jamie asked, feeling a glimmer of hope.

Rossi glared right into Jamie's eyes and shook his head. "You can not call on anyone to help you! This I've foreseen! The joining of our bloodlines is still going on, so I can see your immediate future. If you speak of this to anyone, you are killed."

Jamie was struck with pinpricks running down his sides as his breath vanished from his lungs. White dots danced in the edges of his vision. "Does... Does the... Does..."

"No," Rossi firmly said. "Your death does not stop the apocalypse from happening. Quite the contrary, your death seals it. It does delay the thing for almost a full year, but no one can stop it from happening then. Humanity's only chance is for you to stop it in the very near future. And you must do it on your own, with no help from any authorities, or any other seers!"

Jamie didn't know if he felt more relieved by the news that his sacrifice was not the thing that was needed, or if he was more scared by the fate of the whole world resting only on his shoulders. "Why? Why can't I tell people and get them to-"

"Because they kill you! When you tell people the truth about what is going on and they do some investigating to confirm it, they all come to the conclusion that your death is the only way to save the world and you are killed. The world's doom is then postponed for a year, but also sealed."

"What about-"

"Laura and Alessandra both die if you do. Your children as well. No one saves them."

Jamie slumped over the kitchen island. "Fuck." The news were far worse than anything he could have imagined. The only hope he could see was that maybe, Rossi was exaggerating things in a ploy to drive a wedge between him and his women. "What about Ahmed and his-"




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"Not a day passes after you confide in him before he comes to the erroneous conclusion that your death is the only way to save the world. He is very sad when he has you killed. Laura and Alessandra are killed within an hour of your death."

"That ungrateful motherfucker!" Jamie punched a sugar bowl off the island, sending it clattering loudly across the kitchen floor. He stood up and paced. "Fuck! What the fuck am I to do!? How in hell can I save the world, all on my own?! Tell me that! How can I do it on my own?"

"You can't," Rossi calmly said.

"Goddamned straight I can't," Jamie yelled. He then paused and turned to look into Caitlin's eyes. He still couldn't get any kind of read on the spirit behind them. He raised his hands in a gesture of bewilderment. "What the fuck, man? We're doomed?"

"Sit down and calm down," Rossi said. 

Jamie remained standing and glaring at him. "Did you just come here to gloat over the impending doom. Is that why you hung around on the other side for decades? To rub it in?"

Rossi sighed and rolled his eyes. "I have one friend from the old days that can help you, if you do exactly as I say."

Jamie slowly dropped his glare and sat down on his stool.

Rossi took another sip of tea. "She is an old associate of mine. We used to be the scourge of Europe. I found the bad guys and she eliminated them. Law. Order. Prosperity." Rossi shook his head and sighed. "Those were the good old days." He shot Jamie an amused look. "The two of you have met already." He took another sip of his tea.

Jamie stared at him in incomprehension for a moment and then stood up alarmed. "No! No! No, no, no, no, no, no! Not that crazy bitch!"

Rossi narrowed his eyes at Jamie. "Sylvie is anything but crazy. She is a good, honorable and trustworthy individual of the highest caliber."

"She took my powers from me!"

Rossi raised an eyebrow at Jamie. "Oh? And you had been born with magical power?"

"Well, no..."

"Exactly. You stole it from four others who had."

Jamie raised a finger at Rossi. "Now, wait a minute! I took that power in self-defense!"

"Which is why Sylvie left you alive," Rossi said.

"She's not that eager for me to stay alive, you know. She keeps trying to kill me."

"I can make sure she helps you."

"How?"

"I shall give you our trust password."

Jamie's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Your trust password? As in, the words that you shared amongst just the two of you?" Rossi nodded. "Uh, won't that make her suspicious?"

Rossi shook his head. "Not at all. Trust me."

Jamie frowned. He had the distinct impression that Sylvie the supervampire was going to personally see to it that he doesn't live to see the end of the world. He looked at Caitlin's face intently as he tried to discern if he could trust Rossi in this matter.

"Just don't tell her the world is about to end," Rossi said and grinned. "She might become unpredictably violent if you do."

Jamie gave Rossi his best are-you-fucking-kidding-me look.

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A quiet, but insistent knocking on the lavatory door made Helena shoot a glare behind herself. 

"Ignore it." Chris took her by the chin and pulled her face in for a kiss. She resumed her gyrations on his hard shaft as he licked her teeth.

The knock came again and Helena straightened up.

"It's nothing," Chris said, his breath ragged. "You're too beautiful to pay it any mind. Stay with me, Mistress! Keep going!" He reached under her blouse and played with her nipples. "Yes, that's it!"

The knock was repeated, even more insistently than before, and Helena growled in anger. She used a small tendril of her power to operate the locking mechanism and the flight attendant opened the door to chastise the coupling couple. Helena didn't like the look of him, so she immediately sent a charm into his mind. He stopped mid-word and stared blankly at her. "Get lost and don't come back here again!"

The flight attendant turned around and left. Helena used some of her power to close the door and lock it again. "Now, where were we?" Chris flexed his abs and his hard cock rocked inside of her. "Ah," she gasped, "there, right there!"

Chris understood his mistress' meaning and continued flexing. She gasped as his cock pressed against her g-spot repeatedly, driving her to ecstasy. Her orgasm hit her hard. Chris covered her mouth with his hand to keep her quiet. She writhed atop him with abandon as the pleasure coursed through her body.

When she came down from her high, she shot him a glare. He took his hand off her mouth. "Sorry, Mistress."

She stood up and he straightened her clothes for her. She left the lavatory and he quickly straightened himself up. He left the lavatory and followed her to their seats. They had just settled in when the fasten seatbelts sign came on.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are entering into an area of light turbulence and we ask you to, please, put all trays and seats in the upright position. I am pleased to announce that we are on schedule and we will be landing in Albuquerque at nine a.m., local time."

Helena lowered her seat fully and closed her eyes. "Wake me when we land."

"Yes, Mistress."

Helena spotted her welcoming committee as soon as she cleared the terminal. Two dozen strapping men in black suits stood out in any crowd. She strode towards them, with Chris hefting her luggage behind her. As she came closer, she spotted Rose Romano and Sandra Grant standing off to the side of the men. "Girls!"

Rose and Sandra turned their heads her way and both brightened at the sight of her. They jogged towards her and the suits fanned out behind them.

The three girls hugged in greeting. They exchanged kisses on their cheeks and Helena gasped when she touched their bare skin. She could feel magical power coursing underneath it. "You weren't lying!"

Rose and Sandra smiled widely. "No, we weren't," Rose said. "Moran actually gave us back our powers."

"Wow. Dana Moran. My mother's former flunky mans up and comes through. Who would've thought? I'm glad you girls have your powers back, but why did you invite me here? What could Moran possibly want with me?"

Rose smirked and said, "Nova." 

Helena shook her head in incomprehension.

"He wants us to restart Nova."

Helena gasped. "Moran has Nova?"

Rose nodded. "Yup. Lifted it from Section a while back. The mainframe's already been reassembled, but we need you to help us re-task it."

Helena's nose wrinkled. "Ugh. Girls, you know I'm not very good with computers."

"We're not going to reprogram the A.I.," Sandra said, "we're just giving it new orders. You remember how it works, right? We need three of the five original administrators to override its standing orders and give it new ones." She pointed at each of them as she said, "One. Two. Three."

Helena looked at the black-suited goons around them. She squinted at Rose. "And what would these new tasks Moran has in mind be?"

Rose grinned an evil grin. "Getting Jacobs."

Helena adopted a serious expression and said, "I'm in! Let's go! We're wasting time."

"You want the particulars?" Sandra asked.

"Give 'em to me en route." 

One of the suits approached them and politely steered them towards an exit. The rest of the suits formed a protective ring around them as they moved through the airport.

"It's simple, really," Rose said, as she rushed to keep pace with Helena's long strides. "Moran nabbed Jamie's new cunts and he's holding them hostage." 

"Where does the computer come into this?"

"Well, Jamie kind of slipped past the ambush that was waiting for him and then he vanished."

"Vanished?"

"Into thin air," Rose said and sighed. "You know how slippery he can be. Anyway, We've got his cunts and we can make him come to us. Moran's got this ritual all prepared that can slice through Jamie's magical protections and fuck him up.

Helena stopped and grabbed Rose by the hand. "But it won't kill him, right?"

"No, no, no, no, no. Certainly not!" Rose smiled. "It'll cripple him and render him without any protection, or powers. Then he's ours! All ours. Moran promised."

Helena drew a deep breath of satisfaction and slowly let it out as she imagined finally having the little shit at her mercy. "Oh, I can't wait for that to happen." She frowned. "Wait! If we've got his cunts, why do we need Nova?"

Rose sighed as they continued walking. "Like I said, the asshole went to ground. We need to task Nova with finding him so we can deliver the fucking ransom message to him and tell him where to come."

Helena laughed out loud at the absurdity of the situation. "We have his precious cunts, but we can't reach him to tell him that?"

"He knows they're gone," Sandra said, "but he probably doesn't have a clue who took them, or where."

Helena shook her head. "Oh, this is too good."

The suits led them to a waiting motorcade and they headed off into the New Mexico desert.

*************

Jamie nervously paced the forest clearing. He checked the time and sighed. Sylvie should be there at any moment. He had called her private line, the one even her Directorate didn't know about, and left a message for her to come meet him there. She should be arriving within minutes.

He reached out with the Force once again, not to try and sense her coming, he already knew vampires didn't show up in the Force, but to make sure they would be all alone, when she showed up. He resumed his pacing. He had worn an oval track into the snow.

Despite expecting it, her sudden appearance in the middle of the clearing made him flinch. She was hovering a few inches above a patch of pristine snow. She was wearing a long, slinky, brown dress, lined with fur around the collar and cuffs. It was tight over her upper body. If she wasn't so scary, he'd enjoy the way it hugged her ample tits.

Before he could do anything, she whipped her right hand around. She had a gun in it. He held his hands out to the sides in a gesture of peace at the same time as he focused on pinning back her gun's firing pin. "Whoa, there! Easy!"

"How did you get that number?" she asked in Italian.

"A mutual friend gave it to me."

"What friend could we possibly have in common?"

"I know the name of the piano player from the Blue Midnight Club," Jamie said, feeling silly.

Sylvie's expression didn't change one little bit. It unnerved him. "And the name is?"

He nearly sagged with relief. It was working. He still had to be careful. The code was multipurpose. If he gave a name for the piano player, any name, it would be Rossi and Sylvie code for "kill this fool". Certain names would also carry certain other meanings, like "torture this bastard for information first, then murder him" etc.

Jamie just shook his head in response to her question. 

She shrugged. "Well, if you don't know the name, then why did you call me?" She began to hover higher.

"I know the name of the piano player from the Blue Midnight Club." He was a bit angry with her bluff of flying off. He had seen her take off faster than a catapulted jet fighter. This slow ascent was insultingly obvious.

She halted her climb and looked at him with an expression of strained patience on her pretty features. "Unless you tell me the name, I can't help you."

Jamie's brow drew down as he stepped forward and glared up at her. "I know the name of the piano player from the Blue Midnight Club!"

"And that name is," she asked insistently, but politely, as if she was trying to coax it out of a petulant child.

"I know the name."

Sylvie smiled patiently. "You can claim to know the name from now until the end of the world. Unless you actually tell me the name, it's the same as not knowing it."

"I know the name."

"So you keep saying."

"I know the name."

She rolled her eyes and huffed. "Well, tell it to me, for fuck's sake!"

Jamie stepped closer. He was now almost directly under her. "I know the name of the piano player from the Blue Midnight Club."

Sylvie slowly lowered herself until she hovered with her eyes level to his. "Until you tell me the name..."

"I know."

The two of them stared into each other's eyes for a long time. He could plainly see the hatred in hers. She wanted him dead, or suffering. He held his ground. The protection spell that was on him would stop any direct attack from her, as well as burn her terribly if she even tried to touch him. He had to be on the lookout for her getting creative with their environment, but he felt confident he could feel and counter any circumspect attempts on his life with the Force. 

At length, she sighed. "And where is this Blue Midnight Club?"

His knees nearly gave out as he felt profound relief. She finally challenged his trust password. He just had to verify it. He whispered an address to her. To the best of Sylvie and Rossi's knowledge, there was no Blue Midnight Club anywhere. The address was of the place where Rossi had first saved her life. It was the true trust password between the two of them.

Sylvie's cute features didn't soften, as Jamie had expected them to. Instead, they grew so deadly that he was taken aback. "If I so much as suspect you gained that knowledge by summoning his soul and rending it from him, no Hell, no Heaven and no sorcerous society shall keep your soul safe from my touch."

He gulped in fright and took an involuntary step back. "If that were true, he would have given me a name to tell, wouldn't he?" Sylvie's only response was to keep glaring at him. "I need your help."

"Help with what?"

"I can't tell you that."

Sylvie barked out a laugh and began to hover upwards. He didn't even try to look up her dress.

"Stop! You must help me!"

"No."

"Rossi demands it!"

She stopped and hovered back down. "What sort of help do you require?"

"Every help I can be given."

Sylvie looked at him intently for a long while and then seemed to come to a decision. "I shall require something in return." 

Jamie tensed. Rossi never mentioned anything like that. "What do you mean? I need your help. Rossi wants you to help me."

"You are an international criminal that has perverted the course of justice." She cocked her head at him. "Let's not pretend otherwise. If we were in France right now, you'd be aged forty years in one breath. I you weren't covered by that protective spell, I'd age you right now. The Directorate won't help you and I shall not draw upon their resources to do so." 

She stepped closer to him. Some of her curly hair, that was sticking out towards him, sizzled away before it could touch his skin. It left an unpleasant scent behind. "However, I do have access to certain resources the Directorate does not. I might be inclined to share those with you. If you want me to honor an ancient agreement with a long dead man, you're going to have to do something for me."

Jamie set his jaw. He wished he could go reading her mind with the Force. She could just be trying to lure him into a trap. It fell on his shoulders to stop the apocalypse from happening and this was the only aid he was going to receive. He decided to risk it. "What?"

"I want you to fuck me."

Jamie stared at her in incomprehension. At length, his brow drew down and he said, "What?"

Sylvie smiled at his confusion. "I've been around for a long, long time. I've seen and done things you can't even comprehend. But there is one thing that keeps eluding me. One thing that my very nature precludes from coming to pass." She leaned in to whisper in his ear. Whole locks of her hair sizzled away before they could touch Jamie's skin. Her breath caressed his earlobe as she whispered, "Sexual submission."

Jamie flinched away from her in surprise. As she straightened up, her burnt away hair reformed. He stared long and hard into her eyes, searching for any sign of... well, anything. She was as mysterious as ever with her full lips quirked into a slight grin.

Only one response came to his mind. "What?"

Sylvie rolled her eyes and bit back a growl of frustration. "Do I really have to spell it out for you, child? I'm a nearly omnipotent vampire. My very touch can drain magic and life force. I can shatter any bonds anyone tries to place upon me." She looked away and reached out with her hand. A small branch flew out of the woods towards her hand. "Which is quite unfortunate, you see, since I actually find that sex is best when there is an element of...forcefulness to it." 

The branch stopped and hovered in mid-air, just inches in front of Sylvie's outstretched hand. Her fingers curled up and she made a few milking motions with her hand. Sap oozed out of the branch on either end. Sylvie snapped her fingers and the branch dropped to the snow-covered ground. The two tiny globs of sap remained hovering in mid-air. Sylvie blew on them. Her breath was thick and white and the air began to smell of peppermint.

Sylvie smiled at Jamie. The globs of sap moved towards him and hovered right in front of his face. The smell of peppermint was overpowering. "These are for you."

Jamie blinked his vision clear. "What?"

"Take them and rub them over your upper lip. They'll keep you from smelling my flesh as it burns in your grip."

Jamie held up his hands in an imploring gesture. "Wait! Wait, wait, wait! What the fuck is going on here?"

Sylvie rolled her eyes in annoyance and spat out a few mumbled curses in French before forcing a grin on her face. She spoke in slow, deliberately enunciated Italian as she said, "You are now going to violate me, Bludgeoner, or I shall not render any aid unto you."

"You... you have to help me! Rossi-"

"Is long dead. I don't have to do anything I don't want to do. Now, are you going to violate me, or has this trip been a complete waste of my time?"

Jamie sighed. "Even if I agreed to... violate you, how would that be done? The protective spell that's cast upon me makes your flesh burn away before it can touch mine. We can't touch."

A small wrapper fell from Sylvie's sleeve to hover in the air beside her leg. She lifted her hand, palm up, and the wrapper floated up to hover in front of Jamie's face. He could see it was an unopened condom. "Put that on and you can touch me where and how it matters."

Jamie frowned. "Clothes and condoms don't stop the spell from burning you."

Sylvie chuckled. "I've spent decades-no, centuries-trying to come up with a way to get some BDSM fun going in earnest. After your protective spell burned me yesterday, I've been up all night working on utilizing it for my own pleasure. You see, the spell prevents me from touching you, but it can be altered so that it does not prevent you from touching me. The condom is enchanted to allow you to touch me without burning me. Once you put it on and stick your cock inside me, I shall have to hold very, very still to not get burned in the pussy by the spell. You, on the other hand, shall have the freedom to fuck me as you see fit." She raised an eyebrow and smiled seductively. "Which is kind of the point."

Jamie considered her words carefully. He was very troubled by the news that Sylvie had managed to figure out how to mess with his protective spell in so short a time since it had burned her. He remembered Rossi calling Sylvie the scourge of Europe and he suddenly found himself believing her reputation in earnest. He realized she'd most likely be able to slice through his vaunted protection spell like a hot knife through butter, if she were given a few more days of study.

He swallowed as he looked her in the eye. "So... how do we do this?"

She raised her arms and her dress lifted from her body, leaving her naked in the clearing. Jamie's eyes roamed over her swarthy body. Her tits were a handful each and her stomach was wonderfully soft. She had a small tuft of fur above her pussy and her legs were shapely, if not particularly long. She stepped out of her black shoes and looked up at him with an expression of trepidation on her face.




A-Cup Angst Ch. 16



"We don't do this. You do. Take me as you will. Do with me what you will. Force me to endure what you will. I am only here to have things done to me, I am not here to do things."

Jamie nodded. She seemed to honestly want to be violated. Fuck it, she's old and bored, like she said. Desperate for new things. And she did age and de-power me once already and will try to do so again.



He grinned as he decided to do as she asked. While he had forgiven her for taking his magic from him and agreed that that was for the best, a big part of him wanted to hurt her back for aging him prematurely. He swung his arm to backhand her across the face. Her head flinched away and she screamed as if she had been struck, but his hand made no contact with her face. The smell of charred flesh struck him like a hammer to the head and he nearly retched as she stumbled backwards to regain her balance. When she looked back at him, he could see her face regenerate where his hand had been aiming.

"Put on the condom and the sap," she gasped out in agony.

Jamie reached up and smeared the two globs of peppermint sap across his upper lip. The smell of peppermint struck his nose so hard he could feel his sense of smell shut down in response. Fine. I don't like the stench of her burning, anyway. He took the condom and slipped it into his pocket.

She gave him a questioning squint, but he threw his left foot forward and pivoted on it as he swung his fist towards her stomach with all his might. The air exploded from her lungs as the spell both incinerated her midriff and tossed her bodily backwards.

She landed with a cry of agony. He saw her stomach muscles reform and flex to make her sit up and give him a questioning look, even as her skin started to reform. He sneered and said, "I need to get good and ready if I'm going to fuck you."

She looked off to the side for a moment, considering his statement, and then looked back up at him and nodded. Her agreement and approval made him angrier. He stomped down on her ankle, pinning it between the spell surrounding his foot and the frozen ground underneath it. She screamed in agony. As her ankle bones caught fire, they melted the snow underneath and he drove her smoking foot deep into the ground. She wailed in misery.

When he lifted his foot, her leg was missing from the ankle below. Her scream of impotent agony was enough to snap him out of his rage-induced fugue. What the fuck am I doing? Her leg grew out, making her scream some more, and her delicate, pretty foot was soon reformed.



I'm just going to fuck her, nothing more. No more torture. I'll just fuck her so she'll give me what help I can get.



There was one big problem with his plan. His dick was completely soft. Making women scream in agony had a profoundly unamorous effect on him. Even when it was Sylvie, the object of his nightmares.

"Touch yourself!" Sylvie blinked back the tears she had just shed in misery and looked up at him in incomprehension. "Touch yourself, or I'll stomp on you again!"

She flinched and raised her hands in a gesture of supplication. She then lowered her hands and began to slide them over her stomach. She took a few deep breaths, making her breasts jiggle in a delightful way, and then slid her hands down her stomach towards her pussy.

He was experienced enough to know her arousal wasn't earnest. He wanted her to be wet for him. "No! Touch your tits!"

She nodded and pulled her hands upwards. She reached her tits and her nipples slowly became erect under her tender ministrations. He grunted softly as he realized she didn't feel the cold. She began to stroke her tits in earnest and he could see she was starting to get into it. As she stroked her puffy nipples, her hips began to move, seemingly of their own accord. She was all but humping the air above her in her arousal.

He stepped towards her and slid a foot between hers. She spread her legs to avoid touching him. He brought his second foot in and she spread her legs wide, understanding his intent. He looked down between her legs. The small tuft of fur did little to hide the fact that her dark inner lips were starting to protrude. They were glistening with the unmistakable signs of her arousal.

"You like this, don't you," he said. "You get off on being treated like this."

Sylvie looked off to the side and made no reply. He thought he could see her face blush some more, however, and that made him smirk. The power he now held over her was starting to get to him. He was starting to tent his pants. 

He knew full well that she could get away from him in a heartbeat, if she wanted to. He was well aware of the fact that she would probably be able to kill him with some more study. But the fact that she was willingly submitting to whatever crap he wanted to pull on her was an experience like no other. Her desire for his inner darkness hit him like a drug. He decided to go all in. He felt the instinctual need to make her wishes come true. If he could stand out in all her many and varied experiences, perhaps she might be willing to not hurt him in the future.

He undid his zipper and went down on one knee, fishing his growing erection out of his pants. She spread her thighs even wider for him and spread her arms out for balance.

"I didn't allow you to stop." 

She grimaced and put her hands back to her nipples, pinching and pulling. He brought his other knee down and she had to spread her thighs into an uncomfortable-looking split. He gave his cock a few pumps to ensure it was all the way hard. Her took the condom out of his pocket and ripped the package open. He rolled the rubber down his shaft and said, "Spread your arms!"

She gave him a question frown, but obeyed, spreading her arms across the snow. Jamie leaned forward and placed his hands over her wrists, pressing against the ground with just his curled fingers. She hissed as some of the soft skin over her wrists was burned away. She grimaced and squirmed until her slender wrists fit comfortably under his hands. Her hands were trapped under his grasp. If she moved them even a fraction of an inch in any direction, her wrists would be burned.

With her legs obscenely spread and her arms trapped under pain of being burned away, she was trapped under him. He loomed with his bulk over her and smiled. "Imagine if I was to let go and fall on you."

She gasped in fear. They both knew she would survive the terrible agony and escape, but he was getting into the groove of pretending she was his helpless captive. She looked up at him with wide eyes and an almost pleading expression on her cute features. He flexed his hips and his dick touched her inner thighs. They both flinched at the contact, particularly at the lack of burning flesh it produced.

He chuckled and started to rub his dick all over her groin, taking care not to actually touch her lips. She enjoyed the teasing touch, at first, and struggled not to try and grind her hips. Within a few minutes, she grew annoyed and began to glare up at him.

"Patience, ma belle bête noire, I'm the one that says how fast this goes."

He continued to rub his dick along her lower stomach and inner thighs. A few times her legs gave out and her thighs began to close around his hips. The terrible burning sensations would make her take the highly uncomfortable position anew. He was starting to get bored with the teasing and ready to proceed to the main event, but he didn't want to let her know that. She was beginning to look like she was losing her patience and might end the thing soon, so he decided he needed to distract her. 

He let a thick line of spittle slowly trail down from his mouth. She frowned in disgust, but watched as the mucus slowly descended towards her. It separated from his lip and landed across her collarbone, making her gasp in delight. He smirked. She was seeing him spitting on her as a sexual act. He knew he had her where he wanted.

While she was busy feeling the glob cool against her skin, Jamie lined up his cock and slammed into her defenseless pussy. She cried out in surprise and delight, tensing her whole body. She screamed in agony then and pursed her lips as she forced her limbs back into place. She gasped in pain, even as he wiggled his hips to stir the dick inside her.

Her eyes were wild as she stared up at him with an expression that was half-glaring and half-pleading. He slammed his dick all the way inside her, making her moan. Before his balls could slap against her ass, she screamed in utter agony as the spell burned away her most delicate flesh. Jamie pulled out a little and waited for her ass to reform. She gasped under him, her eyes teary, as she tried desperately to hold her position.

"It's ok, ma belle bête noire, the worst is behind us."

He pulled out until only his head was inside her and then slid halfway back in. She tensed up, expecting another flash of agony, and was surprised to not get it. He repeated his half-stroke two more times and then did a full stroke, making her scream.

He established his rhythm, fucking her with three short half strokes before giving her a deep plunge that brought pain. She growled almost continuously, trapped under his body, as she fought to reconcile the pleasure and pain he was giving her. He could see it in her eyes and he loved this power he had over her. He started adding a little English to his half-strokes, stoking her pleasure to greater heights.

The pleasure and pain coming in regular intervals were clearly mixing in her mind, creating a mélange of sensations she had probably never felt before. As he fucked her, he began to read various emotions on her face. Even an earnest desire to lash out at him and end the proceedings. He nearly whooped in joy. He was making the centuries-old vampire feel things. And show them to me! For the sake of his future and his family, he needed this woman to feel something new and unprecedented and he was doing it. 

He quickened his thrusts to an almost frantic pace. He couldn't see her in the Force, but he could foresee his own disappointment if he were to miss a beat. The Force guided his thrusts and prevented him from messing up. Her mouth fell wide open and her face froze into an expression of extreme fear, or arousal, he couldn't tell. He kept pounding away faster and faster. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and her whole body clenched up. His instincts guided him to pull out and jump away from her.

She shuddered from head to toe in a powerful orgasm that seemed to take her breath away. He pulled off the condom and gave his cock a few strokes. He aimed at her face and tickled his pisshole to provoke his own orgasm. His balls tightened up as he came and shot his load. The thick wads of cum flew in a gentle arc towards the writhing woman in the snow. The first two ended up on her face, the next one on her neck and the last two on her chest.

Jamie caught his breath and put his softening dick back into his pants and out of the cold. He stood over her as she shuddered through the rest of her orgasm. He had to admit to himself that she was looking pretty fucking hot at that moment, writhing helplessly in the snow, her "O" face on shameless display.



Definitely beats scowling at me with murderous intent.



He crouched next to her and watched the aftershocks slowly subside. Her breathing evened out and she opened her eyes at long last. She focused on him with a dreamy expression on her face. Before he could react to her bedroom gaze, her expression changed into one of her usual, barely-contained fury. She levitated herself into a vertical position and held her hands out. Her dress floated up to garb her.

"Are we good?"

She let her dress settle down her slender form before saying, "We are not 'good', Mister Jacobs. You are still a convicted criminal and I am still the woman charged with hunting you down."

Jamie bit back a bitter retort. If he managed to stop the world from ending in the very near future, he was going to have to deal with this cunt in one way, or another. He couldn't have her hanging over his head while he tried to raise a pair of kids.

"However," she said, "you did give me a...it was an experience to remember. Therefore, I shall concede to Rossi's request and render unto you what aid I can give at this time. Where and when shall you have it delivered?"

Jamie nearly shook his face to keep from gaping at her sudden agreement. He gave her the address for one of the other villas around Florence, not the one the girls were waiting for him in, and said, "As soon as possible, please."

She nodded. "It will be there tonight."

Before Jamie could ask her what the aid would actually be, she flew off, almost vertically. He heard the twin booms of the sound barrier being broken and that was it. He didn't know if she was going to send him any kind of help, or a hit squad to ambush him. He sighed and drove back to the girls. If he was going to get ambushed and executed tonight, he wanted one last threesome before he went. He told the girls the meeting went off without a hitch and omitted the sex. When he told them that he'd get help later that night, they smiled and dragged him to bed.

Mara was much less hesitant this time as Caitlin and she attacked him with equal ferocity. One sat on his face, while the other rode his dick. He didn't particularly like not being able to see them making out, but the taste of their pussies was compensation enough for that. After he had eaten out and fucked both of them, he was left to lie and recover, while the girls fingered one another. The show made him hard all over again and he jumped to fuck each girl in the ass while they kept on pleasuring each other. At last, he passed out in exhausted pleasure, but not before he admitted to himself that Caitlin and Mara were as hot a ticket as the Rossis were. 

He woke up when it was dark outside. He checked the time on his phone. It was almost eleven p.m. Whoever, or whatever, Sylvie's got in store for me must be in place already. He got up and got dressed. The girls were in the bathroom, sharing a bath with an incredible amount of bubbles. They seemed to be in high spirits.

"Girls, sorry to run out on you like this, but I gotta go collect the help Sylvie has sent me."

"You go get everything," Caitlin said, "while I keep this horny bitch wet for you." Mara giggled in embarrassment. Jamie chuckled and left. By the time he got in his car, his mood turned sour. He briefly wondered if he shouldn't go back in and tell them he might be walking into a deathtrap, but he decided against it. There was no point in making them fret over something that they couldn't do anything about.

He drove to the villa scanning his surroundings and immediate future for any signs of danger. When he was just two streets away from the villa, he began to sense thoughts of magic. He parked the X5 and focused on the mind thinking them.

She was a young woman with an incredible amount of impatience in her head as she sat in her car. Jamie drove to the end of the street the villa was on and gazed at the car in question. It was an ordinary-looking Fiat. He closed his eyes, drew a deep breath, and focused on the car anew.

He could read in the woman's mind that she was very excited and quite a bit scared at the prospect of meeting him in person. He got the feeling that she was almost a groupie of the feared Bludgeoner. He could tell the girl found the idea of rough treatment at his hands much more appealing than the idea of going back to a boring life of safety and day to day drudgery.

The girl got out of the car to skip in place and try to rub the cold away. Sensing no treachery in her mind, he decided to drive past her, slowly, and see what was what. The girl was young and had a cute, round face. Long strands of blonde hair hanging down from under her cap framed it. She was slender, even with the many layers of clothing she was wearing. She didn't notice Jamie driving past. Before he could make up his mind over revealing himself to her, or not, he caught sight of the passenger in the car.

He couldn't sense them.

There was definitely someone else sitting in the front seat of the car, but the Force was telling him there was no one there. He sighed in aggravation. He didn't like Sylvie's presence. As he extended his senses into the Fiat one more time, he felt a woman's body in there. He frowned. He could feel the body sitting in the front seat, even though he couldn't sense a mind there. Did Sylvie figure out another way to have me touch her? One that applies to her whole body?

He chuckled at the thought that she had come for a repeat performance. He knew he definitely didn't have it in him. Not after the girls had drained him. He parked behind the Fiat. Fuck it, the blonde's not a vampire. Maybe she can make me a potion.

After a brief moment of hesitation, he got out of the car. The blonde nearly screamed in fear when she saw him. As it was, she put her hand over her chest and gulped air. "Oh, Mister Bludgeoner, Sir, you've startled me!" She smiled a very pretty, if nervous, smile and extended a hand. "I'm Cassandra Ainsworth, formerly of the Commonwealth Supernatural Security Service. Mistress Sylvie sent me here to render what service I can. To you, I mean. Give you help. Should you need it. I mean...it's not like you need any help, it's just that...should you want it, it's yours!"

Jamie smirked. She was definitely nervous, he could sense it in her mind, but she was also very excited. Almost aroused, even. He raised a hand to shake hers and changed his mind, pulling her hand to his lips for a chaste kiss. The girl giggled and blushed despite the cold. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Ainsworth. And who is your companion?"

In lieu of an answer, Cassie kept gazing at him with a dopey smile on her face. When he cleared his throat, she snapped out of it. "Oh! Um, it's not a who, but a what!" She smiled. "You best have a look for yourself. I don't think words can do this justice."

She walked around the car and opened the passenger side door. The car's occupant didn't make a move. Cassie gestured into the car and Jamie walked up to the door. He leaned down and looked at the person inside. His heart nearly gave out when he saw the lifeless face.

It was Nova.

The gynoid he had created, seemingly a lifetime ago, was sitting right in front of him. He dropped to his knees as his eyes watered. He reached out and touched the cold face of his favorite web-comedienne. "How?"

"When Mistress Sylvie defeated the robot, she took it for herself, for further study."

Jamie nodded to himself. It made sense. Sylvie told him she wanted to enjoy sexual submission and a magic-proof robot sounded like just the ticket. "Why is she returning it to me?"

"Don't know, Sir. She just told me to take it and drive here to wait for you."

Jamie wiped the tears from his eyes and drew a deep breath to calm down. He reached out with his enhanced senses and looked into Nova. He was delighted to find that his extrasensory perceptions were not blocked by the anti-magic curse. He wondered if it was still in place, but focused on sensing the gynoid's internal structures. Nova's inner mechanisms were still in place. The supercomposite bones, the extra strength contractive fibers, the crystals with Sonya's thoughts in them. As he looked further, he sensed the damage. Several of the crucial relays had been fried and all her high-capacitance gels were drained. Doubtlessly, both things had been done when Sylvie had EMP-ed Nova while arresting him.

"She also told me to tell you that her skin is unbroken, Sir. Whatever that means."

Jamie burst in relieved laughter. If the skin was unbroken, then the anti-magic curse was definitely still in place. If he could telekinetically thread replacement relays into place, via the gynoid's mouth, then he could recharge its batteries and reactivate it. "What of the processors?"




A-Cup Angst



The voices were clear and he soon recognized the alto of Sandra Grant, a flat-chested girl of average height from his class that had hazel curls she kept boyishly short, and the silky voice of Rose Romano, a petite girl with a perky behind and long, auburn hair. He had admired Sandra for her beautiful blue eyes and dimpled smile, and he was surprised that the kind-hearted girl would be a witch. He tried to listen close, but the girls spent an hour engaged in inane gossip. 

Just as he thought he would lose his mind listening to their drivel, they finally started to talk shop. Now he concentrated and began to piece together a narrative from the snippets of their meandering conversation filled with bragging over successful spells. 

"Well, girls," said Helena with a tone of formality, "Now that the last of our coven has finally turned eighteen, we can begin our work in earnest."

The other girls congratulated Rose on her recent birthday and she thanked them before asking, "I still don't get why I have to be eighteen to cast any serious spells? All the books I've ever read that had useful spells in them said, basically, turn thirteen and rock on!"

Jamie heard Sandra sigh heavily before saying, "The laws of magic state no spell with permanent effects or malicious intent can be cast on a minor, they don't state what age that is. In medieval Europe, you were thirteen, you were pulling your own weight. Here and now, it's eighteen."

"Still doesn't make sense," said Rose quietly.

"Never mind that," said Helena, in a diplomatic tone of voice, "we're eighteen, Jacobs is eighteen, everyone involved is of age by the laws of our land and we can proceed."

Now Helena finally made a coherent lecture, and Jamie listened intently. She began with how the spell form was drawn on the floor and then stated that the spell was made up of four parts. The first part was the initiating chant, then came the desired change stated plainly by the witch, and then came five repetitions of a chant during which the price was stated. This brought the other three witches to an audible snap and they peppered Helena with questions. Helena responded to the questions in turn. As long as Jamie was nearby, the spell saw him as a willing participant in the exchange. As long as Jamie didn't speak the price aloud and in the proper form during the five repetitions of the chant, they got what they wanted without giving up anything in return. 

Jamie was a little angry at such an exchange. Then Sandra asked, "So it's an exchange, and we don't give anything, but we receive breasts, so what does Jacobs give, it's not like he's got boobs?" 

The girls giggled and then Helena answered, "He gives away his life force, it's the only thing that can empower such a thing as permanent bodily modification." Jamie was stunned. This was why he was so tired lately. 

"How much life force are we talking about," inquired Sandra.

"Oh, a couple of months' worth," replied Helena, like it was no big thing, "He's young, so it won't show." 

Blood rushing to Jamie's temples almost drowned out the wiretap. "So, we're shortening his life," asked Sandra, almost casually. 

"Well, yeah," said Sonya, "but it's not like it matters, he dies a year or two earlier than he's supposed to, and we get proper boobs! Besides, who gives a shit about some loser like Jacobs?" Jamie was enraged beyond belief. If he had a gun, he would shoot them dead right now, from where he was sitting. 

The girls slowly, but casually, agreed that, them having what they ought to have, was worth such an inconsequential price. Jamie expected something like that from Helena and Sonya, the two were heartless, spoiled, rich cunts, but he hardly ever met Rose and he thought that Sandra was a much better person than that. His rage kept growing and growing. Then he was snapped from inert rage by Sonya declaring she's going first and Helena saying she needs to check to make sure Jamie isn't doing something that might accidentally wind up as a statement of a price. 

Jamie minimized his screen and loaded a replay of a game. Just as he did this, he heard the girls comment on how lame and pathetic he was, playing video games alone on a Saturday evening. Jamie's inner voice just kept repeating the formal statement of the price in an attempt to come up with an adequate one. Nothing he could think of in his enraged state of mind seemed enough, and his headphones relayed Sonya's voice chanting.

Finally, Mitchell said, "I, Sonya Mitchell, daughter of the winds, sister to the tides, wish for a natural enlargement of my breasts to a size equivalent to a standard US D cup." 

As Sonya started to repeat the price naming chant, Jamie wished for more time to think of a fitting price and/or punishment for the witch. But he couldn't think of anything. His roving eyes stopped for a moment on his collection of ticket stubs, namely the one for Django Unchained he saw last weekend. Suddenly it all clicked. "I, Jamie Jacobs, do hereby name as your price, Sonya Mitchell, becoming my obedient slave for the rest of your natural life," he hissed furiously just before she ended the fifth repetition of the chant.

Jamie heard the girls congratulating Sonya on successfully casting the spell and he repeated the price on the next two girls. Once they were his slaves, he could do whatever he wanted, and Jamie intended to get his life force back. With interests. After the girls finished all their chants, Jamie heard them cleaning Helena's room and beginning to discuss in what order they would take their shots from him. Then Helena detonated a proverbial thermonuclear warhead inside Jamie's skull. 

Jamie's heart stopped as his mind rebelled against what it had heard, wishing it unheard. "His semen carries his life force," said Helena, matter-of-factly, "and having it applied to the outside of your skin is really inefficient. If you want it fast, you need to take it into yourself. You know, the old fashioned way." 

Sonya exclaimed how horrible it would be to have him pawing at them, and, for a moment, Jamie's panic abated. He was a virgin and the thought of his first time being under mind control, and then wiped from his mind, unnerved him to no end. Even if it would net him three slave witches, he didn't want it to happen that way. 

"Well," said Helena, "you can have him cum on the floor and then step on it, but that way, it'll take you about a hundred sessions. Getting it on your boobs is the only practical substitute for sexual exchange." 

He nearly doubled over in physical pain when the low pitched voice of Rose Romano declared that she would do it the fast way, consequences be damned. 

Helena declared that taking his life force through sex would wind up achieving Rose's goal of C cups in two or three sessions, instead of her own three weeks' time. 

Sandra jumped on the bandwagon stating that it would be an act of charity to "give the boy a little something something in return". 

In the space of a minute, they had elevated Jamie from raw sewage material, to worthy of a pity fuck, and Jamie nearly wept with relief when Sonya said she would still prefer to just have him cum on her bosom. "You guys just remember," said Helena seriously, "it doesn't matter if you mix it up a little. You can take his cum the slow way, sprayed on, or the fast way, sex, and you can alternate your methods of retrieval freely so long as you do it within a lunar month." Jamie prayed for the spraying. 

"So, that's twenty eight more days," said Rose after a moment's pause, "We won't all make it going the slow way." 

Sonya reluctantly agreed and stated that it would be wise of all of them to mount Jamie the first time, and then continue on with the slow method. Jamie couldn't take any more listening to them talk about violating his body and mind in such a casual manner, so he minimized everything and left it recording while he went for a cup of water to alleviate the desert in his throat. After that, he spent some time in the bathroom, alternating between splashing cold water in his face, relieving himself and lying out lud to his reflection that everything will all be alright.

Jamie was thankful his parents never bugged him about sleeping in 'til late on a Sunday and it was half past noon when his mother showed up in his bedroom and gotten him to come down for lunch. Sunday lunch was the start of a five hour block of family time in the Jacobs household, and there were no excuses for cutting out. Jamie sat and chatted with his parents and baby sister, who was barely civil to the rest of the family. 

Jamie couldn't believe he was so tired after sleeping for so long. He never got up later than ten a.m. on a Sunday, and here he was with three extra hours of sleep, nearly offending his mother's cooking with his lackluster intake of food. After lunch, but before the family movie time, he stretched and went to the bathroom. Coming to his room to change t-shirts, he glanced out his window at Helena's window and was curious to see movement in the slit of her curtains. 

He decided to take a peek and turned on his computer and then turned on the spy software on Helena's phone. It stated it was being recharged, but that didn't matter, as only a dead battery was a hindrance to him. Still, the phone was nowhere near any action, so he activated it's bluetooth and, sure enough, a mobile device with Sonya Mitchell's number popped up. He transmitted the spy software on that phone, bypassing it's flawed security and installed it. 

Now he heard Sonya's voice exclaiming, "Thirty-two cee? You rotten cuntwhore!" and then three voices exploding in giggles. In a minute he realized that Sonya and Rose had stayed the night at Helena's and were now on Sonya's phone talking to Sandra to hear how much her breasts have grown, but that didn't make any sense to Jamie, unless...

With shaking fingers, he called up his power usage records, hoping against hope that they wouldn't show... Yep, his computer powered down from idle on it's own at eight thirty last night. With a cold, sinking feeling in his gut, he listened to the three remaining girls in Helena's room talking about their new boobs. 

His father angrily called up to his room for him to come down for family time. Jamie didn't bother acknowledging the call or reacting to being called a worthless, lazy lout for the umpteenth time. 

He brought up the recording of last night's wiretap and saw it was stopped at the last save he made, the rest lost in the automatic shutdown. He was taken. He was taken in the night, against his will, by a trio of witches, and it was rubbed out of his mind. Apparently, he came and gave them his life force and he didn't know which thing cheesed him off more, the fact that he was taken, or the fact that he had sex and couldn't remember it.

The rest of Sunday passed unnoticed by Jamie. He lost himself in thoughts of vengeance. He formulated a plan. Then he formulated several backup plans, each more cruel than the last. He was going to enjoy himself in no time. There was only one issue nagging him. Would they become his slaves after their breasts fully grew, or are they becoming more obedient as they changed cup size? There was only one way to find out. Jamie wished he could find it within himself to be patient and find out in time, but he burned for revenge.

On Monday, Sandra sat through biology class, her attention divided between the lecture and the sight of Jamie Jacobs three seats over. Despite herself, she found that she was thinking of him more and more often during the day. He was, after all, her very first man. She quickly lost track of the teacher as she reminisced on Saturday night.

Helena had led Jamie into her room, his eyes vacant, and ordered him to strip. He was the first boy Sandra saw in the flesh and she drank in the sight. Helena ordered him to get hard and Sandra blushed seeing her first erection. She remembered how hot she got watching him stroke himself and then splatter his seed over Helena's bosom. Helena exclaimed that she felt she was finished.

Rose took him by the hand and lay him down on the bed. She got naked and impaled herself on him, riding him for mere minutes, before she climaxed noisily. None of the girls giggled or laughed at the animalistic rutting that was happening before them. They were all mesmerized by the sight of Rose grinding herself against the boy's pelvis. Finally, Helena reminded her that it was Jamie who needed to cum for the spell to work, and Rose began to hop up and down his hard shaft, until he did just that.

As Rose and Jamie were catching their breaths, Sandra was watching their genitals in fascination. The smells that were saturating the air were making her pussy leak. Sonya went next. She stripped naked and ordered Jamie hard and slowly lowered herself. She stopped after she took in an inch, and rose up sharply, proclaiming it impossible in a panic. Sandra just watched mutely. Helena and Rose started to gently stroke Sonya and calm her down with soothing words and encouragements.

Sandra knew exactly how the girl felt, she was an 18 year old virgin as well, and as hot as witnessing the fucking made her, she was still quite scared of getting her v-card punched. She felt lucky Sonya had jumped up first and so she could witness a deflowering before she went through it herself.

The girls calmed Sonya down and got her to confess she trusted them. They cooed relaxing words in her ear and she closed her eyes, twisting her pelvis in circles to rub her clit and pussy lips against Jamie's erection. Sandra observed that Sonya was leaving a slimy trail on the red head of the cock. Helena whispered something in Jamie's ears and he took Sonya's hips in his hands. Helena and Rose asked Sonya if she was ready. She nodded yes and the two girls kissed either side of her neck.

Helena and Rose grabbed one shoulder each and bit down on Sonya's neck. Sonya opened her mouth to protest or scream, but then the girls pushed down on her shoulders, and Jamie pulled on her hips, and his cock vanished completely up Sonya's pussy. Sandra searched her face. Sonya looked to be deep in concentration for a few moments. Rose and Helena did their best to calm her down. Soon, Sonya was bouncing up and down Jamie's shaft with increasing delight.

After they came, Sonya went to the bathroom and Jamie was given ten minutes to gather his strength. Now Sandra was no longer fascinated, but nervous. Rose and Helena started to undress her and Sandra couldn't resist their gentle hands. They proclaimed themselves her sisters, there to help her become a woman, and Sandra relaxed into their arms.

Sandra was daydreaming in the biology classroom about the other night when she had sex with a spelled Jamie Jacobs. Her pussy was wet as she thought back to the phenomenal feeling of his cock parting her pussy lips and stretching her around himself. The physical sensations were, in her mind, a distant second to the emotional context of the night. She was held in the loving arms of her sisters, feeling a greater closeness with them than she ever thought possible, and she was being taken by a boy. Despite being on top, and him being in thrall, Sandra felt that his penetration of her was making him the dominant one, and she liked it that way.

The bell rang and she snapped out of her reverie, realizing she missed half the lecture. Now was not the time to goof off in class, she was wait-listed at a few out of state universities and she needed to keep her grades up if she wanted to study away from home and establish her own coven. Just as she stood up, Jamie was next to her. She blushed from head to toe and she felt like someone was running an acetylene torch over her face and neck.

"Tell me the truth," Jamie demanded. "You missed half this class, didn't you? You were thinking about something else."

Sandra couldn't bring herself to lie and she admitted the truth with a mere, "Yes."

"You want my notes." Jamie stated, more than asked, and Sandra admitted to herself that was true. She nodded and Jamie smiled. Something about that smile felt off to Sandra, but she ignored it as Jamie said, "Meet me after school, today at the south parking lot." Sandra nodded and Jamie moved off. She finally let out a deep breath she didn't know she was holding.

Sandra spent the rest of the day deep in thought. She was obviously having feelings about Jamie Jacobs, and she hated herself for being so docile in his presence. Regardless of the spell, Jamie was her first man, and Sandra felt claimed by him, up to a point. She decided to meet him just as he instructed.

Jamie had a wide smile when he saw her approach. Sandra again blushed as she walked up to him and opened her mouth. "Don't say a thing," said Jamie, and Sandra complied. "Come to my house with me, you can copy my notes there." Jamie turned and took off. Sandra skipped a bit to catch up to him and walked with him, not making a peep.

When they got to his house, Sandra wondered what she was doing there. Why didn't he just let her borrow the notes for a day? Why didn't they go to the copy place? She opened her mouth and he put his finger on her lips, saying, "Shhhhh, don't talk. You want me." 

Sandra blushed anew. Hell, yeah, she wanted him! She wanted him to bend her over and plow her pussy until the cows came home, but, how did he know that? 

"I can see it plainly in your eyes," he said. "Relax," he instructed, and she did. She started taking orders from Jamie. He ordered her to take off her top and she did. "Relax," he ordered, "You like that I'm taking the lead."

Again, Sandra's apprehension dwindled. Jamie was taking the lead and she liked it. "You want to have sex with me," he said, "You want to enjoy yourself. You want to give me pleasure." 

"These things are true," thought Sandra, as she felt herself getting more aroused with each passing second. 

"Don't think of anything but having sex with me," said Jaime.

With that order from Jamie, Sandra's thoughts left her, one by one, and she let them. She was now soaking wet and she took off her bra on her own. Jamie stopped giving her orders as he watched her rub her tits. He finally swallowed and told her, "Tell me the truth of what you think of me and having sex with me."

"I want you," she simply said, and Jamie's jaw fell. "I want you to have sex with me as often as you like and I would prefer it to be very often, please." Sandra blushed. Where did this courage to talk to a boy, in that way, come from? She continued nonetheless. "You were my first ever lover and it was an amazing experience."

"Did," Jamie swallowed, "Did you like it?" His brow twitched in suspicion.

Thoughts kept cropping up in the back of Sandra's mind and trying to alarm her to something. Sandra felt too relaxed to be able to dwell on them. She was already naked before the boy, why should she not bare her mind to him as well? She smiled warmly and said, "Yes, I loved it. I used to fantasize about being a man's sex slave, any strong man's, but, this morning, I fantasized about being your slave." 

Jamie gaped at her in stunned disbelief. "What," he barked.

"When I woke up," continued Sandra, "I lay on my bed and thought about being your slave, naked at your feet and obeying your every command. It made me squirm and pant in heat." 

If anyone had ever told him a female creature would ever say something like that to him, Jamie would have known with certainty that they were insane, but now... He could not have been more disoriented if the Sun suddenly started to rise in the North and set in the South. He blinked and cleared his throat and then swallowed a few times. "Did you," he paused, not really believing he was asking this, "touch yourself?"

"No," she answered. "I never touch myself," she paused and emphasized, "you know, down there, when I fantasize about being a sex slave. I always grab my headboard, like my hands were tied to it, and then writhe and rub my thighs together. I love being turned on like that, and wanting to stroke my nubbin, but being unable to. I love thinking of myself as chattel. As a prized possession that's helpless to even give herself pleasure without her owner around. This morning, I dreamed I was your property."




A-Cup Angst



Jamie gaped long at the beautiful girl in disbelief at what she was saying. He had no idea how much of what she was saying was the spell's fault and how much was genuine. She did say she had always had such fantasies. Hearing a girl declare him to be the object of her dreams shook him to the very core. No girl had ever even blown him a kiss before. His plans for Sandra changed. He was going to keep her with him forever.

He finally shook himself and ordered her to follow him to his parents' bedroom. Upstairs, safe from the view of Helena Worth's house, he ordered her to strip her panties, and she did. After he took off his own clothes, he ordered her to lie down on his parents' bed.

Sandra was eagerly awaiting him on the bed. Jamie took a few moments to enjoy the sight and then pounced. Sandra passively accepted his mauling of her breasts and thought of how much more pleasing he will find her, after he fucks her, and they double in size. In a few moments, he started to fumble with his cock on the entrance of her pussy. She took hold of him with one hand and spread her outer lips with the other.

Jamie sank into her with a long, drawn out sigh. The heat, the tight pressure from everywhere at once, the wet friction were maddening. He started to pump in and out of her, going deeper with each thrust. His hips seemed to be running on autopilot as his cock transmitted more and more pleasure to his brain. In a few minutes, he ejaculated in her and then passed out on top of her, overwhelmed by his first ever orgasm.

Sandra reveled in the sensation of his hot semen being in her womb, for just a few moments before it was absorbed into her body. Her breasts grew, despite the weight on them, and Sandra knew her spell was completed. She also knew, without a doubt in her mind, that she would forever be obedient to Jamie Jacobs, her new owner. She dozed lightly with a wide grin.

Jamie woke up feeling somewhat tired, but also happy. He had just popped his cherry in earnest. As he took a deep breath, he noted that Sandra's breasts were now about a D cup size. "You love and obey me," he ordered the girl, "Always tell me the truth. Is your spell finished?"

"Yes, it is," said Sandra dreamily, "They've grown as big as I wanted them to. If you want them bigger, I can-"

"No, no, that's enough," exclaimed Jamie. Sandra was looking a bit frightened. "They're perfect the way they are," he said and meant it. Now Sandra had a wide smile on her face. Jamie checked the bedside alarm clock. He had about an hour until his bratty kid sister came home from soccer practice and a half hour more until his parents got home. It was his turn to make dinner and he knew he had to buy the ingredients with the cash he made at the electronics store where he worked part time.

He turned his attention back to Sandra, who was gazing up at him in adoration. "How much money do you have," he asked.

By the time they got back from the supermarket, where Sandra bought the ingredients with her own cash, Jamie had gotten enough information from her to refine his plan. He ordered her to keep his plans a secret, particularly from the other witches, and to never reveal her status as his slave. Sandra made dinner for his family and left ten minutes before his sister got home, his orders first and foremost in her mind. Now he had a slave and a proper plan for the future. Life was good.

On Tuesday, Rose sidled up to him after school and spoke a few words of power. She ordered him to be silent and follow her to her car. She drove them to the make out point and parked. She ordered him to relax, get hard and enjoy himself. Jamie barely suppressed his grin, and watched as Rose got out and beckoned him to follow. She sat on the hood of her car and spread her legs, showing him she was not wearing panties under her plaid skirt.

She ordered him to fuck her and be quick about it. Jamie opened his fly, moved his briefs to the side and penetrated her. Rose started to squeeze him with her vaginal muscles and Jamie picked up the rhythm. He changed the angle of his penetration and started to feel even more friction across the head of his cock. He quickly came inside her. Rose pushed him off and got off the hood of her car. She pulled her top up and admired her boobs.

Jamie took a flask from his pocket and drained it. It was a potion Sandra brewed for him last night, and gave to him in class today. He felt reinvigorated. Rose turned around to order Jamie to get in the car, but stopped and stared at his rock hard erection. She smiled and resumed her position on the hood of her car. "Fuck me again, stud," she purred lustily, "Make it fast, hard and cum inside me."

Jamie proceeded to do just that. Sandra had told him that Rose was going to take him today and that she would probably be his in just two fuckings. The potion was there to make sure that happened today. Jamie was not as sensitive as earlier, so Rose started to look bored. After a while she started to gyrate on the hood to put pressure on her clit.

In a few more minutes, she came, wailing like a banshee. The spasms of her pussy around his cock finally sent Jamie over the edge, and he emptied himself into her again. The heat from his loins temporarily blinded him with pleasure. He was fighting the creeping darkness that beckoned to him in the aftermath of the rutting. When Jamie caught his breath, Rose was looking at him in mute confusion. "You love and obey me," he wheezed. Rose's face cleared of all doubts and she started to look at him in pure adoration.

Jamie ordered Rose to check if her spell was complete and she said it was. She even produced a bra of her desired size and modeled it for him shamelessly. He ordered her to drive him home and fell into the rear seat heavily. He was completely drained. When she drove him to the beginning of his street, he had summoned enough strength to walk, so he had her stop and park there. He gave her standing orders to keep him from being discovered and some special ones for her and Sandra, concerning Sonya. After that, he went home to sleep.

On Wednesday morning, Jamie was one happy trooper. He went to school practically skipping all the way there. Helena and Sonya were particularly mean that day and even Jamie took a few barbs in his side. He just shrugged them off. He knew Sonya was coming for him the next day, but he also knew it would take him a few more sessions to get her to her desired size.

During study period, his slaves Sandra and Rose gave him a note. Jamie read it carefully when he was alone and nearly whooped in joy. After school, he piled into Rose's car with Sandra and they took off to Rose's house. She had the house alone for the week, as her mom was out of town on business. 

After a brief necking session, Jamie ordered the girls to cast the spell they cast on Saturday. This time, the girls asked for a beauty mark on their cheeks, a boon they would be granted by merely looking at Jamie's seed. Jamie named as their prices half their sorcerous powers and twice the life force they took from him in both the spells.

Jamie took his clothes off and sat down in a cozy armchair. He ordered Rose and Sandra to make out and touch one another while they stripped each other. The sight of two hot, 18 year old girls kissing and undressing each other made Jamie hard in seconds. He ordered them to undress each other more quickly and then ordered Rose to mount him.

As Rose started to hump up and down his shaft, Jamie was mesmerized by the sight of Sandra licking one of her breasts and pinching the other one. Before long, he felt his balls tighten and then explode in Rose's tight pussy. He felt faint and weak for a moment, and then he felt stronger than ever before. 

His whole being was suffused with a power he had never felt before. He felt like his old self, but enhanced in ways he didn't even suspect possible.

Jamie stood up, gently deposited the exhausted Rose on the coffee table, and turned to Sandra with a predatory gleam in his eye. Sandra was rubbing her thighs together. Jamie grabbed her by the throat and began to rub his hand all over her pussy. Her juices were leaking all over her thighs. He bent her over the back of the chair and started to plough into her from behind. He was rock hard and her soft flesh was parting before him.

He leaned a bit to the side and enjoyed the sight of Sandra's massive tits swaying around and slapping the back of the chair with each thrust. Her hot pussy was so wet he felt next to no resistance, just pressure from all sides. He felt like he had died and gone to heaven. He came with several strong spurts. Again, he felt a bit weak, but soon he felt stronger and healthier than ever.

Jamie had Rose cart them off to their respective homes and gave the orders for tomorrow. He admired Sandra's new beauty mark. It was a minor change, but it made her face truly spectacularly beautiful, and he liked her taste. Jamie ignored the fights that greeted him at home and went to sleep. He dreamed of angels.

Sonya was pissed off. Rose and Sandra cast the spell again and drained the boy of more life force. The very same life force she was going to harvest to make her breasts grow. They had a bitter shouting match and Helena, who had been too busy flirting with boys to notice the recent developments, stayed out of it. When Sonya started to make some vague, but menacing threats, Helena quickly jumped in to try and defuse the situation. Rose was as strong as Helena and Sonya put together, magically speaking, and Sandra was even stronger than that.

As Helena reminded Sonya that she would stay out of any throw down, the fight left Sonya in a hurry. The girls shared a tense few moments before apologies started to fly to and fro. It was finally decided that Helena would go on a date with the football quarterback, while Rose and Sandra assisted Sonya with harvesting Jamie's life force.

Rose discreetly sent Jamie a text informing him of their success. 

When Sonya showed up at Rose's house, Jamie was already there, and looking like he was in trance. The girls reiterated their contrite apologies and agreed that Sonya would have sex with Jamie all night here, in Rose's mom's bed, and that Rose and Sandra would be on hand to assist. They told Sonya that they spelled Jamie's family to not notice he was absent until tomorrow night, and that they gave him a potion that would make him recover his erection in no time. Both of those things were true, but they were done on Jamie's orders.

Rose offered Sonya a potion that would prevent her from getting sore from all the fucking and enable her to feel a whole lot of pleasure. Sonya blushed a deep crimson and mutely accepted the glass. She drained it in one gulp. Sonya barely had time to ask Rose which bed they could use before her legs gave out. Jamie caught her and lay her down on the couch.

Sonya felt uneasy that Jamie could be so alert and spry all of a sudden, but she started to have difficulty forming thoughts. She felt like she was flying while encased in concrete at the same time. Jamie chuckled. Before Sonya could even register it, he and the two other girls began chanting a spell. When they finished, she became alert and scared. They had cast a spell on her, and they used a potion to amplify it. Sonya was not a powerful witch, or a knowledgeable one, but she knew that meant big trouble for her.

"What did you do," she asked of Rose and Sandra.

"They only did as I ordered them to," said Jamie. Sonya's eyes darted between their faces and she could not believe what she was seeing. Rose and Sandra suddenly displayed devotion to Jamie. It was as plain to see as the light of day. Sonya's mind could only rebel against it in horror.

"Don't worry," Jamie said, "you will very soon join my newly formed harem." Sonya's eyes and mouth were open wide in horror. "You see, I named a price on Saturday. Your big boobies come at the price of your freedom. And, as you can tell, I'm gonna soon order you to cast a second spell and name an even bigger price."

Sonya's limbs would not work. The spell left her with next to no control over her muscles, absolutely no control of her power and she realized with dread that she was Jamie's to do with, as he saw fit. She cried and begged. Jamie listened with an ugly smile on his face and merely nodded along. She started to scream at them all in rage, threatening bloody reprisals.

When Sonya started repeating the same pleas for mercy over and over again, Jamie merely reminded her of some of the things she said to him, or about him, over the years and that left her in stunned silence. Jamie, Rose and Sandra did another quick chant and laid their hands on Sonya's face. Now, Sonya was completely paralyzed. All she could do was dart her eyes around and blink.

Rose and Sandra took her clothes off gently, and then helped Jamie carry her to bed. Jamie laid her down gently and Sandra undressed him. Rose applied a salve to Sonya's pussy. Jamie looked down at Sonya in triumph. Sonya's eyes pleaded with him mutely before she noticed that Rose and Sandra were undressing each other and kissing.

She stared in disgust at the two girls as they started to massage each other's breasts. Jamie was getting hard looking at them. Sonya was alarmed when her fellow witches lay down in a sixty-nine position right next to her, just out of her line of sight and she could no longer see them clearly, but she could hear them. The two were slurping at each other's snatch with wild abandon.

Jamie watched the other two girls as he mounted Sonya and guided himself into her wet cunt. It was the pinnacle of humiliation. Sonya cried mutely, tears streaking through her mascara as he penetrated her. She was now lubricated against her will and penetrated by a worthless loser that was ogling other girls WHILE he was fucking her inert body. Sonya pretended she wasn't there, she pretended this wasn't happening, she tried to think of anything that would take her mind off the smells in the room, off the sounds of sex and the jostling of her body.

After a few minutes, Jamie made a face Sonya thought was funny and grunted. With distress, Sonya noted he had cum in her, and his cum was absorbed. She strained her eyes all the way down and could make out her breasts growing. She was now somewhere between a B and a C cup.

Jamie caught his breath and resumed watching the action next to them. Sonya could feel his cock softening and hope sprang inside her. Maybe the incapacitation spell would expire before he transformed her into his slave, maybe she could get loose somehow. He couldn't last much longer, could he? She noted with dread that a growing part of her wished he could.

As if in answer to her thoughts, Jamie got hard again and started to plow into her with renewed vigor. The sounds of Rose and Sandra orgasming messily right next to her were impossible to ignore. The fact that she couldn't see them, only made them figure highly in her mind. After he came the second time, Sonya noted, with distress, that she had been quite close to orgasm herself. She checked her boobs and saw they were now C cups. If Jamie could cum into her two more times, she would be finished.

Jamie's soft cock slipped out of her, and Sonya cried tears of relief. Jamie ordered Rose and Sandra to stop. He took out a small flask from his pants and uncorked it. He drained the thing and looked at Sonya's face. "Girls," he said to Rose and Sandra, "hold her head up, I want her to see this."

Rose and Sandra repositioned themselves on either side of Sonya and gently lifted her head off the pillow. Sonya now noted, in panic and simultaneous yearning, that Jamie was once again rock hard. He knelt between her spread legs, put his erection next to her entrance and lifted her knees. He pushed in and Sonya would have screamed at the displacement of her pussy walls. Was she more sensitive, or was he even bigger than before?

"All right, girls, time for some fun," exclaimed the sweaty boy, "Rose, Sandra, you two pleasure Sonya, I want her to come a few times now, just to humiliate her before she becomes my slave." Sonya was now torn between pure dread and pure ecstasy. Rose started to gently kiss her face and stroke her breasts. Sandra was kissing her nipples and stroking her tummy. Sonya was losing herself in a sea of pleasure and inevitable subjugation. She was becoming less and less sure her enslavement was a bad thing.

Before long, she came and Jamie followed her closely. When Rose lifted her head to kiss Jamie, Sonya noted how huge her tits looked in Sandra's small hands. "Just one more and you're done," exclaimed Sandra with a broad, happy smile on her face.

Jamie looked Sonya in the eye, "Cum with me now and become my obedient slave!" Sonya couldn't disobey his order and when he came again in a few minutes, she had an orgasm which erased all her worries. Jamie nearly passed out with the exertions of the night. He wrapped his arms around his newest slave and rolled them to the side before falling asleep.

In the morning, Jamie felt as invigorated and powerful as ever. Apparently, he now had life force to spare. After a bountiful breakfast he shared with his slave witches, he ordered Sonya to cast again the bodily modification spell that was her downfall. He ordered her to ask for a perfect waist to hip ratio. He named as her price all of her sorcerous power, twice the life force both spells required and her ability to concentrate on things other than sex or fulfilling his orders.

After the spell was finished, Sonya looked panicked and the other two girls asked him if that was not a bit excessive.

"Excessive," he asked incredulously. "Excessive?! After what the four of you did to me?! Excessive?!" He pinched the bridge of his nose to try to calm down. The girls looked ready to bolt. "I am ordering all three of you to consider this punishment just and merciful. Sonya, you are going to be a cunt to be fucked and that is all your life will ever be, understand?!"

Sonya nodded, sniffling away tears. Jamie sat down in front of her and, speaking in a soft voice, gave her a series of orders to ensure she would not reveal anything about him, or the other girls, to anyone. He also ordered her to truly love him. "Now," he said, reconcilliatorily, "Let's all gather 'round and think and discuss. Sonya, it'll be weeks before you're a drooling, oversexed retard and I need all three of you to put your brains and books together and find me a way to enslave Helena Worth. Ok?"

"We should try to get her to cast the modification spell again," offered Rose.

"Yes, but how," inquired Sandra. "You heard her. She's abso-friggin-lutely perfect. What could we possibly encourage her to change on herself?" All three girls bowed their heads in thought and concentration as Jamie looked at them expectantly. After a few minutes of silence, he slapped the table in frustration.

"This is not going to work," he declared. "I think we should do her like we did Sonya here," he rubbed her thigh and she responded with a warm smile, "an incapacitation potion, and then the chant, and then rape or... something to enslave her. Hm?"

The girls nodded their assent, but they didn't know of any spell that would accomplish the permanent enslavement bit. Jaime listened to their thoughts and complaints, but his patience soon expired. "Alright, girls," he declared finally, "there are many things still unknown, but that doesn't matter. I'm ordering you to do the research and come up with suggestions by next weekend. We have all day today until we are missed and we are going to fuck our brains out." He laid a gentle hand on Sonya's shoulder. "Don't worry, sweet thing, I'm not going to cum in or on you until after we've enslaved Helena. Then, you'll be fucked!" He guffawed at his double entendre and the girls parroted his laugh.