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Mystical Tattoo

By: fgmntfmgnshn



Author's note: Please forgive any grammer mistakes. I do not have an editor (Email me if interested) and when I proof read, my mind corrects any of my mistakes because I know what I was trying to say.

Happy Reading!



Mystical Tattoo:



I believe in justice. Such an unusual word - Justice. People have been sentenced to death and have been freed from prison because of it. Revolutions and wars have all been fought for it. Dictators have used the word to suppress the masses. It is a word that can be twisted to meet the needs of the people using it, good or bad. It can be a tool to right the rights and wrongs in one's life. It is a word that projects hope. It is my favorite word. If I have the power, how would I perceive justice? How would you?

I won't lie; I definitely hold more than a few grudges in my eighteen years of living. How could I not? I have been ostracized by everyone in my life. At school, I had a complete lack of confidence. I couldn't communicate with anyone. Jocks only talked about sports, bodily function jokes, and girls. The intelligent crowd only talked about scientific nonsense and roleplaying. I didn't even know if I wanted to go to college, let alone what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. And forget about having a girlfriend. No woman thinks tall, gangly, and awkward looking is attractive, especially the teenage girls who succumb to peer pressure on who they should date. Because no one held the same interests as me, I was labeled 'weird' by my fellow students. In retrospect, I suppose that was for the better because I wasn't taunted or bullied, however there is something to be said about being noticed, even if it is in the negative. I was a social leper.

My home life wasn't any better. My father resents me because my hobbies don't include 'macho' activities such as football or automobiles. He, of course, influenced my mother so she practices 'tough' love just to ensure I won't become interested in other men. Because of my hobbies of art and books, they are certain I am headed down the so called 'devils path' of life (as if cracking a belt against someone's ass for listening to classical music would change a person's sexual preference). I've tried everything to convince them of the truth from denying the accusation to hiring a hooker to play my girlfriend for a day. Nothing worked. 

The only positive I can fall back on is spring break. I was stunned that I convinced my parents to let me travel to Japan. At first, my dad was dead set against it. If he was sending me anywhere, Cancun was where I should go so I could ogle girls in bikinis, get drunk like a man, and hopefully be hammered enough to be laid by a female. I told them "Never mind, I'll just stay in my room and spend my time with Dostoevsky and Chopin." That got my mother to say, "Just let him go. At least he'll be out of the house." My father caved, giving himself his own silver lining to save face, "Being alone for the week in a foreign country will put some hair on your chest."

The week in Japan was spectacular. I chose to go to the city of Osaka. It is a big city that has lots to offer: entertainment, museums, parks, shrines, and has been called the food capital of the world. My time was well spent, mostly with my mouth agape at the wonders around me, enjoying all that the Japanese culture had to offer. On my last night, I just couldn't seem to make it to my hotel. Not that I was lost, it was just that I wanted to see more. Day became evening, evening became dusk, and dusk became night but still, I had a never say die attitude. I didn't care about the hour. I could sleep on the plane tomorrow.

I woke up. That is the only positive I can say about today, and I just opened my eyes. My head was pounding something fierce as I put my hand to my forehead, as if that would suddenly cure my hangover. The worst part about my dilemma is that I didn't have any idea where I was and the alleyway I was in, left no clues. Oh, I knew where I was supposed to be, on a plane that should be leaving the tarmac from Osaka's Kansai airport right about now and heading back to the states. Actually, the worst part will be the scolding I receive from my parents for missing said flight and when I do get home, my dad's subsequent punishment of me. He's going to kill me. My mom will make sure I'm all right first saying, "Oh my baby, are you okay? I never should've let you go to Japan for spring break by yourself," and then she'd probably only ground me for life. Just something I can look forward to.

I peeled myself off the concrete, bracing myself against the building. I staggered toward the road, finally getting my bearings as I reached it, trying to remember just what in the hell happened. My recollection of the prior night's events was scarce to say the least. I recollect that I was late night sightseeing - with this being my last day, how could I not? - and I wound up at Sumiyoshi taisha, one of the oldest Shinto shrines ever built. From there I recall meeting an old man, Togashi something or other and he convinced me to drink sake with him. Odd because I never drank before in my life. Wait. Didn't he have a needle? What did he use the needle for? I frantically checked my arms for the possibility that something had been injected into them. I was grateful I saw none, but to be honest, my sight was still slightly blurry. 

As I stumbled into the main road, I realized I was in the Sumiyoshi ward in Osaka. A worry filled taxi ride to the airport and the purchase of another ticket home that didn't leave until tomorrow left me staring at my phone. It was a phone call I didn't want to make. I took a deep breath as I hit the green button.

"Sheldon, where are you at?" Dad's voice told me he was none too pleased. "You should be on a plane home right now."

"Uh, hi dad, had a little problem here. I'm sorry but I'm going to be delayed a day."

"Sorry? You're damn right you're sorry. I swear, I let your mother talk me into letting you go to another country and now this! I knew you still weren't a man, too irresponsible. Probably why you don't have any friends either, sissy boy."

"I'm sorry, dad. You're right."

"Your God damn right, I'm right. Just know that you have an ass whoopin' waiting for you when you get home."

"Yes, sir." I shook my head. 'I wish my father could be more forgiving.' With that thought, I screamed. My body tightened as a burning sensation seemingly coming from the fires of hell was scorching my back.

"Sheldon, are you all right? What happened?"

Suddenly, the pain was gone. Eerie. "Yeah, I'm fine. I apologize again and I'll be on my way home tomorrow."

"Listen son," Dad's voice went to a tone I am not used hearing. In fact, it was a tone I never heard from him before. It was comfort. "I know you're sorry, so we'll forget the belt this time. Just get home safely, all right."

That was the oddest thing I have ever heard. Not the words themselves, but from whom the words came from. "Uh, okay dad. I'll see you when I get home."

I went back to my hotel and from then until it was time to go to the airport all I could think about was my father. He never spoke to me that way before. I concluded he was biding his time. He'd be calm and collected and when my guard was down, BAM, he'd strike like an Inland Taipan snake in the outback. He'd be just as lethal too.

As I took my first class aisle seat, I was grateful of my frugal nature. It's not that I don't want to spend money, it's just that I don't have anyone to spend it on or go anywhere with. But it did allow me the ability to purchase this ticket, as there were no more seats available in coach. I settled into my chair, hoping to sleep for most of my long flight.

I was startled awake by the flight attendant asking the passenger next to me if he wanted beef or chicken for his inflight meal. To be more precise, she ran over my outstretched foot with her cart. I groaned and removed my leg from the aisle.

"I apologize sir. I didn't see you there. I'm Pam and I'll be taking care of you today."

"My fault," I stretched my body and rubbed my eyes. I then caught sight of the woman's beauty. She had blonde hair, hazel eyes, and a fantastic smile. But when she bent over slightly to give my fellow passenger his chicken dinner, that's what really piqued my teenage hormones. Her breasts just hung there for the briefest of moments directly in my line of sight.

"Could I interest you in a meal today? Or perhaps something to make you more comfortable?"

'You could offer me a better look at those,' my perverted adolescent mind thought. But instead, I went with the more conventional, "Yes, I'll have the beef please." The flaming sensation in my back returned and I cringed. When I reopened my eyes, I saw the stewardess staring at me like I was the piece of beef.

"I appear to be out of beef. I'll be right back."

Pam pushed her cart forward and headed behind the curtain. How is it that every woman can walk in a way that gravitates every male eye to her ass? Her hips swayed mercilessly as she left and it was a mental image I had every intention of keeping.

When Pam came back with my beef dinner, I sat in stunned silence. She had undone the top four buttons of her blouse and her bra had disappeared. I salivated at the sight I was given. She was bent at the waist, way more than necessary, preparing me for my dinner. Her orbs were full and luscious as she put my table over me. Her nipples were protruding as she laid my tray of beef in front of me. They jiggled like jello as she added a slight shake to her body as she placed my napkin and utensils. And I thought the Shitennō-ji Temple was the highlight of my trip.

"Thanks," I muttered as she stood.

"You're welcome," Pam winked at me before continuing down the aisle.

I finally made it home, completely exhausted from the long flight and taxi ride. Even when I was able to sleep on the plane, Pam's massive mammaries invaded my thoughts. One thing that was nice about my departure being delayed a day was that my arrival was a day later. It was 11am and no one was home. My parents were at work and technically, I should be at school, but that wasn't going to happen. I collapsed on my bad and curled up with my blanket. 

I woke up ravenous. I immediately thought about my favorite dinner, 'I could really go for my mom's grilled chicken with a loaded baked potato right now.' As I sat up and rubbed my eyes, my back became inflamed again, "What the fuck?" I stood in a huff and marched into the bathroom. This was the third time I felt this feeling and I was now determined to find the cause. Was it a rash? Did I pull a muscle? I slipped off my shirt and glanced over my shoulder into the full-length mirror. "Holy shit!" On my back was a tattoo of a dragon. It was large as it started at the nape of my neck and traversed all the way down to just above the crack of my ass. It was a combination of dark colors, full of black and greys, and it was meticulously detailed. The most haunting aspect was the dark, red eyes. I was caught in its gaze and couldn't look away. They appeared to be pools of blood and most importantly, they appeared to be alive. 

I'm unsure how long we, I mean I stared at those eyes. The only reason my concentration broke was due to the smell permeating in the air. I inhaled deeply to discover it was the smell of grilled chicken. A smile graced my lips as I realized my mom was cooking my favorite meal. What a coincidence, I was just thinking that. Wait... I was just thinking that and then my back burned. What about the other instances? On the phone with my dad and on the plane with Pam... Did I force that woman to show me her breasts? I chuckled. How ridiculous is this? I can't force people to do my whims. It all must be coincidences. But... I suppose there is only one way to find out. I closed my eyes, I can't believe I'm doing this... 'I want my parents to accept me for who I am.'

My eyes flung open as my back began to burn. I looked back in the mirror to find the cause. It was the tattoo. It was moving. It was fucking moving! My response was a blood-curdling shriek, "Aaahhhh!"

After a few moments, it stopped and the heat was gone. I realized I wasn't breathing. I gasped, sucking in oxygen while finally calming down. Did that just happen? I have to admit, it was more than a little unsettling to see the dragon slithering on my back. I put my shirt back on and made my way to the kitchen. The aroma was wonderful as I entered, my mom just pulling the chicken from the pan.

"Oh, there's my boy. I was just about to come get you for dinner," Mom placed a piece of chicken on each of the three plates. "Is everything all right? I thought I heard you yell something a minute ago."

"Yeah, I'm fine mom. Just stubbed my toe," I grabbed my plate and sat down.

"Well, I'm glad your back," Mom gave me a hug from behind. "How was your trip?" Mom joined me, bringing both her and dad's plate to the table. "Did you see all the sights you wanted? Perhaps pick up a new book for your collection?"

"Forget the book," Dad called as he came in from the garage door. "I want to see some pictures of Sheldon in front of some old churches. Welcome home."

I chuckled, "I think you mean temples or shrines, dad."

"Same difference," Dad kissed mom's cheek and then patted my shoulder before he sat down. "Wow, this looks much better than the hot dogs we were going to have."

They accepted me. I inwardly smiled. I can control the thoughts of others. Now what to do with my new found ability?

I woke up in the morning, surprised I was able to sleep at all. I felt the world was my oyster but had no idea what the pearl was. In lieu of not knowing, I decided that following my normal routine was the way to go. I stood at my closet, grabbed my typical t-shirt and jeans, and headed to school.

I didn't hear a single word that the teachers spoke during my first three classes. I had the ultimate power and was still unsure of what to do. In my life, what did I want to change? My home life was all squared away. I finally had parents who accepted me for who I am. At school, I don't know... The only answer was that I was tired of being a desolate. A wicked smile pursed my lips as I scanned the cafeteria. Of course, I don't want to force a friendship. What kind of friend would that make? No, I want more than that. With this idea, I now consider my parents lucky as I feel that I owe them for having given birth to me. None of these lemmings deserve that mercy. My eyes stopped moving when the cool clique's table came into view. Jocks, cheerleaders, and the other members of Hilldale High school's most popular were all laughing and having a good ole time without any considerations for anyone else. Fuck that. I focused on Celeste Murphy and Heidi Bennett. The two couldn't be any different. Celeste was the star of the elites. She was the blonde hair, blue-eyed boisterous head cheerleader and her boyfriend, Cliff Weathers was the quarterback and captain of the football team. He was arrogant and perhaps the biggest bully of our school, always wanting to settle matters with his fists. Heidi was more of an enigma for that group. She resembled more of a geeky librarian; red hair, black glasses, and less outspoken from all the others, but what really caught my attention were her mesmerizing deep green eyes. We were partners for a science project once and I couldn't stop staring. Being studious, I was stunned she was a part of the group, but that may have had more to do with her fraternal twin brother, the soccer star, Dane. He was overly obnoxious because he had to be the life of the party and they all loved him for it.

'I want Celeste and Heidi to be devoted to me.' I chose the word devotion because I wanted them to keep their personalities but redirect their want to please towards me. I was so close to using the word slave, but I wanted variety. The burning sensation immediately began on my back. It seemed less daunting now that I knew it was going to occur. 

Both girls immediately started looking around with Celeste actually standing to do so.

"Is everything all right Celeste?" Cliff put his hand on her hip.

"There he is," Celeste spoke with conviction as she swatted Cliff's hand away.

Heidi saw where Celeste was looking and smiled. Both girls started walking toward me. With each step, they kept glancing from me to each other. Celeste rolled her eyes in minor annoyance as she realized she had competition. Heidi began nervously biting her lower lip as she came to the same conclusion. She didn't feel she had a chance but was determined to try.

I had to choke down a laugh at the sight. 'Heidi and Celeste will support and help each other's need to please me.'

Both girls momentarily stopped and gazed toward each other. They both smiled a knowing smile before continuing on to their shared destination, me.

"You're Sheldon Hayes, right?" Celeste easily took the vocal lead.

"Yes, I am."

"Well, I'm Celeste and this is Heidi," Celeste batted her eyes and smiled, seductively licking her lips. "Do you mind if we sit with you?"

"Absolutely ladies," I gestured to the chairs on either side of me. Heidi sat on my left and Celeste on my right. I noticed the stares from everyone as they sat but didn't care. "What can I do for you?"

"Oh no," Celeste put her hand on mine. "It's what I can do for you? I'll do anything."

I smiled. This was too easy. "And what about you, Heidi? Are you willing to do anything if it makes me happy?"

Heidi's eyes lit up and her hand reached for my free hand as she smirked, "If you're willing to have me too."

It was obvious Heidi was very insecure about herself. "Of course," I chuckled. "I would love your company. Here," I slid my chair away from the table. "Why don't the two of you sit on my lap?"

The two eagerly took up residence on each of my legs, which garnered the attention of everyone, especially Cliff and Dane. I put my hands to their hips and began a light stroking, causing the girls to giggle. This was absolutely amazing. 

"Celeste, what the fuck are you doing?" Cliff thundered as he and Dane closed the distance between us in a half a heartbeat.

"Heidi?" Dane's voice was full of concern. He always seemed to be the protective brother. "Is this another one of your experiments? I told you, you had to stop all that and just be quiet and you would be able to hang out with me and my friends."

"You always said I needed to change to find a boyfriend. Well, I'll change for him."

"I don't like it, Heidi." Dane pointed at me. "He's the class freak." 

"Answer me!" Cliff thundered at the woman on my right knee.

Celeste let out an irritated sigh as she glanced up at her former boyfriend. "Isn't it obvious?" She then chuckled, "you've been replaced." She turned back toward me and put her lips to mine. "Sorry about him. He gets jealous."

"I'm going to kick your ass!" Cliff balled a fist and took a step forward. 

'Cliff, punch Dane instead.' 

I smiled as the burning sensation occurred. Cliff's arm flung forward and at the same time, his body pivoted. Dane didn't have a chance. The punch hit him square in the cheek and his body spun before crashing to the ground.

"Oh shit!" Cliff's eyes went wide, "Dane, are you okay? I don't know how that happened."

Heidi slid down to her brother, "You all right?"

Dane sat up, cringing as he felt his face, "Yeah."

"Listen Bro, thanks for all that you've done for me but I think it's time for me to live my life."

I felt somewhat sorry for Dane. Not that I cared for him as a person, I've seen firsthand some of his accomplishments when it came to harassing other students just for a laugh. But in this instance, he was trying to be a good brother. I decided to not get in the way of his relationship with his sister. 'Dane, encourage Heidi to be with me.'


Mystical Tattoo



Dane put his finger to Heidi's cheek, "I'm sure the two of you will be great together. Hell, maybe we can double date sometime."

"I'd like that."

I snapped my fingers as I stood, Celeste hanging on to my arm. "Heidi, let's go."

"Better not keep your Prince Charming waiting."

"See you later!" Heidi bolted to my free side and the three of us left as Vice Principal Carpenter was hauling Cliff down to the office.

Since none of us ate lunch, we decided to ditch our next class and head to the Pizza Shack across the street. We got a table and I ordered a large pepperoni pizza for us to share.

"All right ladies, time to play a game of truth." I took a drink of my root beer. "Tell me what you thought of me before today and be honest. I promise nothing will change in our situation."

It didn't surprise me that Celeste was the first to speak. "I wanted nothing to do with you. We labeled you 'the freak' because of your odd behavior. I mean you always kept to yourself and seemed to be reading some random old book not even assigned by a class. Weird. But now..." She licked her lips as she began to rub her foot in my crotch.

Just as I expected. And I now suspect that she has spent some time keeping the boys she dated happy in a sexual manner as well. Almost as if it were a requirement in her relationships. "And how about you Heidi?"

"Well..."

"C'mon now, it can't be as bad as what Celeste just said." I laughed, "And I am glad she was honest about it."

"It's not bad, just embarrassing." 

"I would really like to know."

Heidi took a deep breath, "I've had a crush on you since we had to do that science project together in our sophomore year. You just seemed more cultured than anyone at our school and I liked it. I just didn't think you would want to be with a nerd who hung out with her brother and his friends."

Wow. The only reason that kept the two of us from being a couple for the past two years is a lack of confidence. In both of us. Oh well, it didn't matter now. We were finally together but I also have Celeste and my confidence was through the roof. "I suppose we'll just have to make up for time lost."

We spent the rest of our lunch discussing what hobbies and interests the girls enjoyed. I really wanted to get to know them as people. I know I could always bend their will to meet my needs and like what I like, but then I would never experience anything new. I wanted their personalities to grow but have their actions to be focused around me. 

The conversation was a true experience. Heidi and I shared quite a few interests. Even things she liked but I have never done sounded intriguing and vice versa. Celeste, however, is a self-centered bitch. Well, she was. Now she is self-centered around me. Her hobbies were talking on the phone and shopping for new clothes. I also feared my intelligence quotient would drop if I were to try to have a serious conversation with her. This is why I wanted a variety. Having never dated before, I didn't know what I wanted.

We went back to school just as school was letting out. The day had been fun and I wasn't finished. I had a girl on each arm, why would I not see what fun we could share. I didn't even ask. I simply made the statement, "We're going to my place." I knew there wasn't going to be an objection.

"There you are, you fucking asshole," Cliff came charging towards us, his face masked with fury, his fists balled in hate.

The timing couldn't have been better as I came up with an idea, an idea I wish I thought of at the Pizza Shack. I couldn't help the maniacal smile that came to my lips. 'Cliff, you will not hurt us. In fact, you are our chauffer for the day. Now get the door.' Honestly, when a guy has two girls, he shouldn't have to ride the bus and Cliff has a car with a large backseat.

Cliff stopped right in front of us. He didn't take a swing or even yell. He fists and teeth were clenched as he muttered, "This way, Sir." 

We followed him to his Ford Taurus and he graciously opened the door for us. Heidi slid in first followed by me and then Celeste. Cliff shut the door and then went and got into the driver's seat. "Where to, Sir."

As nice as it was going to be to have this douche drive us around, I also realized I was in a fucking Taurus. I could do better. "Take us to the Ferrari dealership."

"Yes, Sir." 

There was a constant scowl etched to Cliff's face and his knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel. I wondered why that was. The girls cuddled with me but I was lost in thought. Cliff was doing what I wanted but wasn't complying happily, as everyone else had. I realized I only gave him the physical commands; to not harm us and to drive me around. The directives I gave my parents and the girls were mind altering; using words like devotion and acceptance. So Cliff was acting like a chauffeur, even with his words, but knew what his true feelings were while I had changed the girl's true feelings. So this means I have mind and body control. Interesting.

"Cliff, you are my chauffer but I give you permission to speak freely."

"What the fuck! Why am I doing this?" Cliff had a look of panic, fear, and anger on his face as he looked into the rearview mirror. "I swear I am going to kill you when this hold you have over me is gone. Mark my words!"

"Why Cliff, whatever do you mean? You volunteered to drive us around," I smirked as I took a hold of Celeste's hand and put it on my crotch. "Celeste, why don't you teach Heidi how you suck a dick? I doubt she has much experience."

Celeste licked her lips, "It's about time we get to show our man how much we are willing to do for him."

"Celeste, no baby," Cliff was nearly in tears. "Can't you see he is manipulating you?"

Her response was the pulling of my cock from my shorts. I could see the nervousness in Heidi. "Are you all right?"

"I want to, I really do, but I'm afraid you might not want me if I can't please you this way."

"Celeste, why don't you start," I said, still staring at Heidi. "I need to prove to Heidi how much I want her." With that, I moved in and gently pecked Heidi's lips as Celeste began lightly licking my shaft. "Was that your first kiss?" 

Heidi nodded. 

"Why don't we explore this new found paradigm together?" I whispered. 

I pulled Heidi closer and pressed my lips to hers. Her lip gloss was of strawberries and I relished in the taste as my tongue pressed against her mouth. After a moment's hesitation, her lips parted and I began my probe of her mouth. One of my hands did its best to pull her as close to me as possible and the other crept up the side of her body until it reached her breast. I groped her through her shirt until that wasn't enough. My hand slinked quickly under her blouse, lifted her bra, and began kneading her mound of flesh in earnest. Our tongues batted against each other and it was nice but I'm sure it could be better. Luckily, we appear to have an expert that seems to have a Ph. D. in sexual activity.

Celeste was doing wonders to my manhood. Her tongue was meticulously going over every inch of my cock, as if she were prepping for surgery, ensuring a light coating of saliva was applied. With that done, she toyed with the crown, gently smothering it with kisses and licks before opening her lips to just take the tip in. Her head turned in small circles while her finger traced my sensitive underside. It was sheer bliss. It was sheer torture. I wanted, needed more. I tried to buck my hips forward, but Heidi had my upper body occupied; her hands wandering all over, unable to keep still while her body was grinding against me. Celeste must have sensed my desire and quickly dropped her mouth down. She was no longer going slow; her mouth like a vacuum as she bobbed down and then back up. She didn't even gag as I felt my cock slip into her throat. She went faster and I couldn't hold out any longer. 

I broke the magnificent kiss Heidi and I were sharing. "Celeste, I want to cum on your face."

Celeste's eyes found Cliff's in the rearview mirror. She smiled as she was now jerking me with her face nuzzling the crown of my cock. She never stopped staring at her former boyfriend and even offered a small wave with her free hand for good measure. She really was heartless. My manhood swelled and my body convulsed. Heidi's eyes locked onto the sight of my seed spewing forth from my cannon and onto Celeste's awaiting face. Cliff stopped the car as we had arrived at our destination, his head falling to the steering wheel. 

Celeste was a true vision as she stared up at me. Her tongue snaked out, stealing some of the treasure that was plastered to her face, some of which began dripping onto the floor of the car. "That was wonderful, both you were perfect." I reached out and wiped the excess cum from Celeste's eyes and put it to Heidi's lips. She didn't even hesitate. "Did you like that?"

Heidi smiled, "Of course I did. It came from you."

"I have an idea for a new game called clean up Celeste using only your mouth. Both of you get to play." 

The two girls looked at each other before Celeste moved forward. That movement got Heidi to do so as well. She tentatively put her tongue to Celeste's cheek. After a few licks, she gave up her hesitation and attacked with fervor. Celeste was like a mad woman as she did her best to reach as much as possible, even reaching the tip of her nose a few times.

"Looks like Heidi won," I declared.

"No fair," Celeste pouted. "I was at a disadvantage."

"Here, I still have some. We can share." 

My mouth dropped as Heidi moved in and open mouthed kissed Celeste. With her earlier trepidation, I didn't think there was any possibility of her doing that unless I implemented the idea first. As they parted, they both started giggling.

Celeste wiped her mouth, "I didn't think I'd like kissing another girl but damn that was good."

"I just thought Sheldon would like to see it."

"I loved it and I hope to see more. That was awesome and here is your proof," I pointed to the iron bar now sticking up between my thighs. Both girls turned their attention to my erection with lust filled eyes. "No, no. I want to do that where we can be more comfortable. Let's take care of our reason for being here. Cliff, get the door." Both girls pouted as we all exited the vehicle. 

"Okay kids, this isn't the place for a field trip." A slick, over dressed man in a suit with a nametag that said 'Donald' came over to us. "Now get lost before I call the police."

"With all due respect, I'm in the market for a Ferrari."

"Yeah right kid pranks over, as if you could afford a Ferrari." Donald whipped out his cell phone. "Last chance."

"I didn't say I was buying it, but someone is buying it for me." 

Donald moved his finger to his phone. 'Donald, you are going to buy me that metallic blue Ferrari FF behind you.' I then thought I should cover all my bases, 'You are purchasing it for me because of a customer appreciation event you thought of.' I could have told him to just give it to me, but then I suppose the owner of the shop would have noticed a missing car and called in a stolen vehicle. Not that I wouldn't be able to handle it, it's just that seems redundant considering I was able to get this schmuck to buy it for me.

"Congratulations, Sir." The sales clerk beamed. "Sorry I gave you a hard time, but I had to make sure you were really going to purchase the car before I continued. You are our grand prizewinner and you won this metallic blue Ferrari FF. Let me just get the keys for you."

I smiled as I was handed the keys, "Thanks, this is awesome. I'll definitely tell everybody to buy a car from here." I figured I'd play up the gag. "C'mon girls, our new chariot awaits." As I reached the door, I realized I was forgetting something... Oh yeah, Cliff. I turned and he was still standing by the back door. 'You are no longer my chauffer.'

Cliff was standing all proper but with that thought, he changed into a man possessed. "You're dead now!" He stormed toward me, fists ready. He swung but his hand stopped before impact. "Wait, I don't understand?" He tried again and the same result. 

I am so happy I commanded him that he couldn't hurt me. But he suspected too much. I couldn't have him going around claiming I was controlling him or the girls, true as it was. 'Cliff, Celeste broke up with you but it was amicable.' I then wondered if he knew what amicable meant. 'Celeste broke up with you in the best of terms. You are happy she found someone quickly and you will try to do the same. You feel I'm a good person willing to take care of Celeste in every way you couldn't and you do not suspect me of anything.' There, that should do it.

Cliff's face lightened and his hands fell to his sides. "Celeste, I appreciate all the times we shared together and I'm happy you had let me in your life for a short while. I'm sorry I didn't treat you as you deserved to be treated." 

"Just as long as you remember I was the best you will ever have," Celeste turned her back to him and got in the passenger side of my new Ferrari, completely dismissing him.

Cliff extended his hand to me, "Take good care of her."

"I will." I accepted his hand briefly before we parted. He walked with his head up to his car. 

I opened my door and pulled the front seat up so Heidi could get in the back. I sat in the driver seat of my brand new Ferrari. It was an awesome feeling as I put the key in the ignition and the car roared to life. I turned onto Springwell Avenue and barely pressed on the accelerator. I was already going seventy miles per hour. Damn, I couldn't help but smile.

We went to a few more stores that evening. Shopping is a lot more fun when you don't have to pay for it. Everywhere we went seemed to be having customer appreciation day. I got a new wardrobe. I just didn't feel it was proper to drive a Ferrari in a t-shirt and jeans so instead, I went with Italian silk suits and oxford shoes. I was styling. 

Now a man cannot take a woman shopping and not get anything for her. It just isn't right. I gave the girls free reign over there choices and they took advantage of it. All in all, I believe I spent forty-five minutes getting a dozen suits, ties, and shoes for myself. They closed the place. Even then, I practically had to pull them out kicking and screaming. I suppose I could have made them be swift about it, but it was the first time in my life I was able to make two women happy, let alone one. 

And happy they were. Celeste, normally a tank top and jeans girl, went slutty with her selections. Her tops were two sizes too small and her skirts microscopic. All to please me. Heidi's outfits also changed drastically. She went from bulky, I'm trying to hide my figure clothes, to elegant. She chose classy dresses in various styles. All to match my choices. It was obvious that she considered what I was buying when she chose her selections versus Celeste's desire to just stir up my manhood. It was nice to see her trying to stimulate my mind. Not that I minded Celeste's look in the least.

I was tired as we made it to my house. The three of us piled out of the car and headed indoors, dragging our feet and shopping bags just the same.

"There you are Sheldon." My mother's hands were on her hips and her glare was harsh. It was a look I was accustomed to seeing. "You don't give us so much as a phone call to tell us you're going to be out late!"

"And who are these two?" My father chimed in.

"Girls, these are my parents, Roy and Lynn Hayes. Dad, mom, this is Heidi and Celeste."

"Do their parents know where they are at?"

"Probably not," I muttered. "But they're moving in with us." Both girls smiled broadly at that, but not my dad.

"What was that?" My father began pulling his belt out of the loops. "I hope they don't mind witnessing an ass whoopin because your mouth just earned you one. Bend over and touch your toes."

I thought that was only reserved for when I played classical music. Fuck, I was too exhausted for this. 'My parents will be supportive in all my endeavors. You will not feel the need to punish me again and you will welcome Celeste and Heidi with open arms.'

"Welcome to the family girls," Mom hugged both of them tightly.

"Yes, by all means," Dad added cordially. "Make yourselves at home."

The three of us made it to my room. I was tired. It had been a long day, full of fun and excitement and I had little sleep the night before. I simply dropped my bags and crashed onto the bed.

"Ah, is our man tired," Heidi sat next to me and brushed her hand through my hair. It was nice.

"Let us take care of you," Celeste immediately went for my belt.

I was going to interject but Heidi beat me to it. "I think we should let him sleep," Heidi grabbed Celeste's hand.

"I'm just going to get him ready for bed. I'm sure he doesn't want to sleep in a suit."

"Oh. Okay," Heidi let go and Celeste continued.

"Why don't you start with his shirt?"

I smiled as I closed my eyes, I didn't even have to undress myself anymore. Heidi's hands were as light as a feather, slowly removing each button as if she were playing 'Operation.' Celeste had my pants undone so I lifted my hips to assist her in her endeavor. As quick as a whip, my pants and boxers disappeared.

"Pajamas, boxers, or nude?" Celeste licked her lips as her hand began toying with my manhood.

"Celeste!" Heidi voiced her disapproval. "I thought we agreed to let him sleep?"

Half erect, Celeste began to pump my shaft and I was hardening quickly. "Relax, I'm just waiting for him to answer my question."

I weighed my options. "Nude." I normally sleep in a pair of shorts, but the idea of sleeping nude with two girls was intriguing. 

Celeste kept pumping.

"Celeste, stop it. He answered you now let's get him to sleep. It is obvious it is what he wants."

"Uh, no. Judging by the hard cock in my hands, I think it is obvious that he wants something else." Celeste rebutted. "Besides, you know you want it too."

"But only if Sheldon wants it. He made it clear he was tired."

I sided with Heidi. Celeste was out of control with doing what she wanted; even if what she wanted was me because that is the only way she knew to make a man happy. Sex is great, sure, but I would also want someone considerate of my feelings. I must say, I am not proud of what happened next. I'm sure it was because I was fatigued. Positive actually, because I was not thinking properly as my blood was rushing to the wrong head. But the problem was that I was thinking. 'Celeste, you are my slave. You are not to do anything without permission from me, your Master. You are to only have my pleasure in mind. You are at your happiest only when I am.' I effectively took away her free will. Once again, I am not proud of what I did but I do take solace that she had done the same by forcing her will on so many with her lack of consideration for others. It was justice.

Celeste stopped all movements. "Master, will you please let me fuck you?"

Heidi froze. She was in complete shock at the immediate change in Celeste. "Cliff was right. You are controlling us somehow."

"How do you feel about that?"

"And you did that to me..." Heidi paused, her face appeared deep in thought. "I'm glad you did. You freed me. I liked you for a while and this allowed me to finally be with you." She glanced at Celeste. "She called you Master, so I take it she is a slave, so where does that leave me?"

"You have nothing to worry about," I put my hand to her cheek. "You are kind and considerate and... perfect."

Heidi smiled, "So what would you like to do now?"

"Slave, get undressed and then you are to prep my cock. Heidi and I are going to have fun."

"As you wish, Master," Celeste stood and stripped naked.

I surprised Heidi by kissing her while wrapping my arms around her body. She melted immediately into my grasp.




Mystical Tattoo



"Oh, Sheldon. I've been waiting for this."

Celeste positioned herself between my legs. She put a hand around my pole and her mouth on the tip. She was going slow, nothing like what she was doing in the car. My hands pulled at Heidi's blouse, she was wearing way too much clothing. Her clothes came off quickly, all except her bra. I fumbled, I botched, I floundered, or in other words- How in the hell do you get this damn thing off? Heidi giggled as she reached behind her back and, in one movement, it unsnapped.

"You are not to wear a bra anymore... You too slave."

"Yes Master," Celeste answered from my crotch.

"I'll show you what I did," Heidi laughed.

"Later," I grabbed Heidi's hips and moved her above me. "Right now I want you. Slave, make sure she enjoys it."

Celeste positioned herself next to Heidi. She gave a smile and put her hand on her shoulder. "Just relax and go slow." She took my dick in her hand and lined it up as she gently pushed down on Heidi's shoulder. I felt Heidi's folds encompassing my manhood.

"This may hurt a little," Celeste pushed with much more force, enough to tear through Heidi's hymen. "There, the hard part is over."

Due to the pain, Heidi gave a sharp inhalation of air, causing a small whistle to occur.

"Are you all right?"

"Yeah, just give me a minute," Heidi's face was scrunched. "It feels so huge inside me."

"He's not even a quarter of the way in right now," Celeste reached down to Heidi's clit. "Let's see if we can help you out."

"Do you want to stop?" Even though I didn't want to, I had to ask. I had never taken someone's virginity as my only prior experience was with the aforementioned hooker and Heidi's face was masked in anguish. My heart went out to her.

Heidi moaned which was immediately followed by an emphatic, "No! I waited too long for this."

I loved her determination. I then mentally face palmed myself. Why didn't I think of this before? 'Heidi and Celeste, every moment you have sex with me will give you the most immense pleasure and your orgasm will be the most intense wave of euphoria you have ever experienced.'

"Oh my God!" Heidi exclaimed. "This is incredible!"

Heidi dropped the rest of the way down my shaft in a blink of an eye. Her eyes were filled with such emotion as she stared at me. Her smile was the picture of exuberance. Celeste leaned over and put her mouth to Heidi's right breast while her hand cupped the other one. I gave a small thrust and Heidi groaned. That seemed to get her in motion.

Heidi raised herself up before driving down again. She was not being subtle. There was no easiness about what she was doing. Already she was desperate for the pleasure my cock was providing. Her hands went to my chest, having to brace herself as she was going at a breakneck speed. 

Heidi was incredibly tight as I started to piston back while Celeste reached down to toy with Heidi's pearl. This combination assault caused Heidi to spasm on top of me. She let out a wail that echoed throughout the house. I was impressed my parents didn't show up at my door. 

Heidi collapsed to my chest, breathing heavily, "No...more...please..."

I rolled Heidi off of me. She had a contented little smile as I brushed a tendril of her sweat matted hair from her face. I kissed her forehead and she purred. "That was wonderful. But what about you?"

"I'm ready Master."

Heidi gave a nod before closing her eyes, relishing in her afterglow.

I sat up and admired Celeste's form. She was a bitch but she was a beautiful one. I pushed her to the mattress and she giggled. I jumped in between her thighs and she wrapped her legs around me. I slid in easily, she was unbelievably wet; my shaft was soaked on the first penetration. I was nothing like I was with Heidi. It had to be because of how I felt for each of them. I really liked Heidi. Celeste, well, I treated her how I felt about her. I wasn't gentle as I began to punish her with powerful insertions. I mauled her tits, twisting and pulling on her nipples. I wanted to force my will on her. She loved it as she kept calling out, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" 

Celeste's eyes rolled in the back of her head, and she began to utter non-coherent sounds as her body shook and her pussy clenched upon its intruder. I grabbed hold of her hips and slammed my cock as deep into her depths as I could, spraying her insides with my seed. Spurt after spurt claimed her abyss until at last, I unceremoniously pulled out and crashed in between my two ladies. I was face to face with Heidi and took her in my arms. Celeste pulled the comforter over all of us and laid with her tits mashed up against my back. Hindsight being twenty/twenty, Celeste was right. Sex was way better than sleep.

For the next week, I was living the good life. Heidi and I had a budding relationship. She was smart and engaging. She was coming out of her self-induced protective shell she had put up so Dane's friends would accept her. Now that she didn't have to fear ridicule, she was becoming someone she had longed to be; herself.

Celeste was great in her new role. She jovially catered to my every whim and spoke only when I gave her permission. She was always there for my needs, sexual or otherwise, and flawlessly carried out every order. And the best part: she wasn't a bitch anymore. Instead of talking down to people, she simply ignored them. Her cold shoulder proved to everyone who she was with. The only hiccup that occurred was that I failed to notify Heidi and Celeste's parents that they wouldn't be coming home anymore, but two quick phone calls remedied that situation. Yes, I was living the good life.

"We have a new transfer student," Mr. Poole, my physics teacher announced.

I didn't even look up from my doodle of a dragon, the one I've been working on for a week. What can I say? Those eyes are still haunting my brain.

"Class, this is Miyako In... In... In,"

"Inoue," Miyako interrupted.

"Yes, that. Anyway, I know it's unusual this late in the year to have a new student but her father's company transferred him here kind of suddenly so let's try to give her a warm welcome."

"I'm honored to be here," Miyako bowed.

"Good. You can take one of the empty desks in the back."

"Thank you."

I heard the footsteps walking down the aisle next to mine. My thoughts were drifting to what I might want to do tonight with my girls.

"I'll sit here."

I looked to my left where a slim, short Japanese girl was standing over Barrett Stevens who was sitting in the desk next to mine. Her long black hair was down to her waist and her stare was icy as she glowered down at my shocked neighbor.

"Here?" Barrett gasped in shock. "This is my seat."

"Why don't you take one of the empty ones, Miyako?" Mr. Poole was trying to be diplomatic.

"No, I'll sit here," Miyako reaffirmed.

Barrett shook his head, "Whatever, not like I'm attached to a school desk." He gathered his book and went to the back of the class.

Miyako gave me a little grin as she took the desk next to me.

I was now concerned. Was she another Celeste? Well, a Celeste before I took away her free will. What was that smile about? And why did she want to sit next to me?

"Konnichiwa, I mean hello. I'm Miyako," she then bowed her head.

"Uh, Sheldon. And I know some Japanese, so don't feel you have to apologize."

"Hontou ni? Nihongo wo shaberimasu ka?"

"Yes, Really," I smiled. "I speak Japanese."

"I was just testing you," Miyako turned her attention toward the teacher as he began his lecture. "By the way, you're kind of cute."

It was official. That last statement forced my attention away from the lecture and onto the girl to my left. It was the first instance where a girl had given me any attention in a way that screamed 'I have a chance' or at least it seemed that way. If it weren't for Heidi, I would ask Miyako out in an instant. If it wasn't for the tattoo, I wouldn't have Heidi nor would I have the balls to ask Miyako out, still lacking the confidence to do so. Besides, a man shouldn't be too greedy. Or should he? What can be justified? I decided to let a sleeping dog lie, so to speak. 

Still, the transfer student was an enigma. On the outside, Miyako appeared to be sweet, with the only exception being her demand to relieve Barrett of his seat. She had a wonderful smile. She was intelligent and funny in conversation. But there also appeared to be an underlying quality that made me leery, as if she could be a force to be reckoned with if she were pushed into an altercation. And I should know, she was in every single one of my classes, choosing the chair next to mine in each, and even joined the girls and me for lunch in the cafeteria. Every step of the way she flirted and did her best to have me acknowledge her presence. Or maybe it was just me overreacting because I never had girl show interest before. Either way, I knew I was falling in love with her. This was all new to me and it helped that the girls did like her as a friend.

It only took a week for me to get my answer. It was right before first period when Miyako made it to class. As usual, she sat next to me, but this time she didn't give me the customary, cheery 'Konnichiwa' I was so used to hearing. She looked sullen as she just stared at me.

"Something wrong?" 

Miyako leered at me, "Can we talk?"

"Of course."

Miyako stood and flung her book bag over her arm. "In private please."

I stood and followed her outside. She didn't say anything during the walk, but each step she took was quick and forceful. She finally stopped when we were near the bronze hyena statue near the football field.

"What does a girl have to do to get an American boy to like her?"

So I was wrong about her liking me. She found somebody and I was happy for my friend. "So you like a guy, huh? Does he go to our school?" Miyako's mouth seemed to fall to the floor. "To be honest, maybe you should talk to Celeste? She used to be really good at that."

"You're a baka. I'm talking about you," Miyako let loose a frustrated sigh. "I want to go out with you."

So it wasn't just me. Damn, I really am an idiot. "I'm flattered Miyako, I really am, but I am happy with Heidi." At the revelation, I was tempted to change Heidi again to allow for her to accept Miyako as my new lover and Miyako to accept my situation with Heidi and Celeste, but I have what I want: a loving relationship with a girl. And a slave. Besides, I didn't really want to cause any permanent damage to anyone and I still had no idea what I was really dealing with.

"I'm not asking you to get rid of your puppets, Geppetto." 

That was oddly phrased. "My what?"

Miyako chuckled, which unnerved me. "I know you played with their minds, especially Celeste's." She then looked me dead in the eye, "You can have it all."

Her words made me feel like she was talking about having three girls all to myself. Her look made me feel like she was talking about something much greater. But still, I didn't want my secret to get out, so I played dumb. "I'm not sure what you mean? They are with me because they want to be."

"Ha!" Miyako laughed. "Don't lie to me. It is obvious you have a great power to manipulate people."

I don't know how Miyako found out but I had to do something. I panicked, 'I want you to always speak the truth to me.' The all too familiar burning began to happen on my back.

"You didn't have to try that."

"Try what? " Did I miss something? I hadn't said anything, so I was completely lost as to what she was referring.

"Manipulate my mind, silly," Miyako grinned. Oh, shit. She read my thoughts and worse yet, my thoughts had no effect on her. She placed her hand on the hyena's foot and her palm began to glow a bright red. Within a second, the statue began to melt. "Did you really believe you were the only one?" 

The last thing I remember before passing out is losing control of my bowel movement.

I woke up in a darkened room. It must be early evening or early morning as the sky outside was full of pinks and purples. There was a damp folded white cloth on top of my forehead and as I reached to remove it, I noticed I was no longer in the suit I wore to school but in one of my old t-shirts. I also realized I was in my bedroom but with no memory of how I got there.

"Thank goodness you're awake," Heidi sighed. 

"Yes Master," Celeste added. "We were worried."

Not knowing if I may be hurt, I gingerly sat up. I felt groggy, but I wasn't in any pain. "How did I get here?" 

"We brought you home," Miyako entered with a bowl of soup. I immediately slid back against the wall, doing my best to get away from her. "Don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you." She put the soup on my nightstand. "When we got you here, I had Celeste clean you up before we laid you down because you really shot a load and I had your mom make some chicken noodle soup."

"Sorry you had to do that," I put my palm over Celeste's hand.

"It was my pleasure, Master."

"Miyako, what's going on?"

"Nothing really, we were all concerned and just waiting for you to wake up."

I narrowed my eyes, "You know what I mean."

Miyako chuckled, "I know. Girls, why don't you wait outside?" 

Heidi and Celeste glanced at me for approval. I nodded.

When the door shut, Miyako got serious, "Sometime around the year 140 A.D., there is said to have been a monk that became so in tuned to the world that he reached enlightenment. He was asked to create peace and five gifts were bestowed upon him, one from each basic element of the planet, to help him in his cause. At first, he put it upon himself to be the mediator of good and evil but soon realized he was just one man for such a big world. He decided to bequeath four of the gifts to others to help him in his quest. He searched for the best candidates to become contractors of the gifts, people he could count on to follow in his mission. Though he never had any experience in the art of irezumi, tattooing in English, he somehow knew what to do. The gifts grant the wielder complete power over one of the natural elements of the world as well as life itself. You can still die, but not from natural causes. And so they are handed down to whoever is deemed worthy by the host before death occurs. The element will ensure you live long enough to pass the gift to the next person. When it is time for you to decide, you will know what to do."

This was a lot to take in and I could only think to respond one way. "Why me?"

"I don't know," Miyako giggled. "You would have had to have asked the person who tattooed you, quite impossible now. But know this; the man who did entrust you with your power was the original monk who reached enlightenment."

I sat there, mouth agape. The old man I ran into while in Japan was over two thousand years old. "I don't believe it."

"I myself was born in 1726."

"Did you know the man who did this to me?"

"Only that his name was Togashi Mitsu," Miyako handed me the bowl of soup. "Here, you should eat this."

"And he was murdered?"

"In all likelihood, yes," Miyako put her hand on my thigh. "It is our fate."

"You said there were five natural elements?" This one had me perplexed as I only thought there were four. But I may still be shaky from having passed out.

"Yes, Earth, Air, Water, Fire, and Void." Miyako held out her palm and a fireball appeared. "You can probably guess which one I am," she chuckled.

"Seeing a bronze statue melt was a little disturbing," I shuddered as I recalled the memory.

"I suppose I could've just showed you my tattoo."

"Yeah, the Hilldale Hyenas football team are going to have a hard time rubbing the head of that statue for luck from now on," I smiled. "So, the others are pretty much self-explanatory, but what is the element of Void?"

"Void is all things in the realm of the nonphysical. Thoughts, ideas, the mind, the soul, it is said that the Contractor of the Void has a vast amount of power. The greatest power actually. And that power now lies within you."

Everything about the world that I knew told me I shouldn't believe this, but my recent experiences have told me I should at least consider all this information to be fact. Hell, this woman before me can create a fireball from out of nowhere and I have a slave. "If I have all that power, how come it didn't work on you?"

"The Contractors can use their powers against each other, and what you did to me had an effect, but it is for a limited time. Instead of being permanent like what happened with Heidi and Celeste, it only lasts as long as your concentration holds it when applying it to another Contractor. But that is why you are the most important. The four other elements can be defeated by each other; Air can blow out Fire as if it was a candle but Fire can defeat Air with smoke suffocating the air supply. Earth can crush water like a dam but water can flood Earth. There is no opposite for Void. And this brings me to my final point."

I ran my hand through my hair and took a deep breath, "No offense, but now what?" I swear my mind was on overload.

"We are in the midst of a war. The Contractor of Earth is out to satisfy her own agenda while myself and the Contractor of Air are teaming up to try and stop her. With the power we have, we can be the very cause of pain and suffering for the world. My colleague and I were actually in Japan the night you received, for the lack of a better term, your baptism, trying to locate Togashi Mitsu to determine which faction he would side with because the Void Contractor is the most powerful and can unify us once again. Our own personal war could very well cause the end of the world."

"What you're telling me is that I determine whether the other Contractors can come together to ensure peace?"

"Yes."

"This is nuts," my head fell back and I let out a sigh as I rubbed my forehead.

"I should let you get some rest," Miyako stood. "We'll talk later."

I had a lot of information to process. I'm supposed to be the savior in stopping some rogue elemental from possibly destroying the world. How could I possibly do that? I don't even know what powers I possess. Sure, I can manipulate minds, but it's obvious that I can't control a Contractor for any real time. I'm just a nobody who had to fuck with people's minds just to get someone to talk to me. Why can't I just live my life? 

As I lay there, one thought was prevalent in my mind, the original man who doled out the power saw something in my being to make me the Contractor of the Void. Of course, I ended up using the element to further my own life. Who wouldn't? But does that mean I owe it to the world to try to protect it? Would I want to live under some dictator when I knew I could've prevented it? There were too many questions and I soon succumbed to sleep, unable to answer them.

I felt that I had just nodded off, when in reality, according to my bedside clock, it had been three hours. The room was masked in darkness. I rolled onto my back, when something caught my eye. I was not alone in the room. With my movement, the shadow became one of stealth, lightly stepping toward my bed, perhaps to see if I was still asleep or not. 

"Who's there?"

The shadow no longer cared to be covert. This person could have sat in my computer chair or even on the edge of the bed, but noooo, this person dove head first onto me. I gasped at not having seen it coming until the female form was already on top of me, giggling like a schoolgirl. Which she was, but she was also 300 years old, quite the contradiction if you ask me.

"What do you want to discuss now, Miyako? That I'm also somehow the son of Zeus? Or perhaps I'm about to be transported to another dimension in hopes of quelling a zombie invasion?" 

"Wow," Miyako glared down at me before her stare softened. "You are who you are; I only delivered the information that resulted in you knowing who that was. I believe the saying you have is don't kill the messenger."




Mystical Tattoo



"Sorry," I took a breath and then shook my head. "It's just been a lot to take in. I mean, power, war, and me being the only one to stop it. I'm just..."

Miyako silenced me with her lips. They were soft but confident. She slid under the comforter and that is when I realized we were both naked. Her hand reached southward, grabbing my manhood in a tender grasp.

"What are you doing?" I was surprised and said that statement a little too loud. Though I knew I was falling for Miyako, I did not want Heidi to come in here at this moment. 

"I'm here for my answer," Miyako smiled as she straddled my groin, my tip right at her entrance.

I put my hands on her hips to stop whatever it was she had planned. "And you think I will charge in to save the world if have sex with me?"

"That's not the question I want answered," Miyako's hands went to mine, and in split second, bent them at the wrist.

"Ow, ah..." My feelings were torn. She caught me by surprise. There was some pain from the defense move she gave me but that feeling was overwhelmed by the wonderfulness of the tight sheath my cock had now slipped into.

"So this is what sex feels like." Miyako said it more to herself than me.

"Seriously?" I couldn't fathom that of all the time she spent on this earth, she was still a virgin. 

"I was seventeen when I was blessed with my tattoo. Back then, it wasn't as it is now. A woman saved herself for her future husband. Hell, we never really thought about it like teenagers do now. It's not like we had internet or even Playboy for that matter."

"So what made you do it now?"

Miyako began to slowly work her way up and down on my shaft, savoring every feeling she was receiving. "I've come to the conclusion that this must be the answer to my question I had asked you earlier. Since you didn't respond... Oh."

I was torn. I wanted to fuck the woman on top of me but I also wanted to be faithful to Heidi, or at least not go behind her back because I was also screwing Celeste, but she knew about that. "I'm not sure we should be doing this. Heidi..." 

Miyako put her finger to my lips, her pace was still slow and subtle, "I already discussed it with her. She was all for it if it made you happy."

I have to admit, I was happy. On Miyako's next downward plunge, I thrust upward, meeting her mid stroke.

"Oh, yes."

I must admit, she was acting nothing like Heidi. I could only attribute it to her battles. During her fighting, her hymen had to have been broken and therefore this was causing her less pain. My hands began to roam her silk like form. They moved like a feather over her stomach and the upward to her petite tits. They were barely a handful as I molded them in my palms. Her nipples must have had a direct link to the enjoyment center of her brain as I gave each just the slightest touch and it sent her straight to heaven.

"Touch me, feel me – Own me," Miyako moaned.

Own her? I halted her motions by grabbing her hips and again her face showed her confusion. I smiled. I flung her down and mounted her from behind. My cock went in remorselessly and she wailed. I went hard and fast, not even giving her a chance to push back against me. 

It was the best way I could think of for me to own her and I was not stopping. On her back was the tattoo of her dragon, deep red and orange in color with dark grey colored eyes. It was just as mysterious looking as mine was. 

Each thrust; each penetration was as if a silk scarf was wrapped around my pole. Her dragon started to move, an interesting sight and if I wasn't so distracted, I would have been mesmerized into gawking at it. My hands went to her hips, forcing even more depth. It was pleasurable, tight, and warm. Really warm. Hot even. Burning Hot! 

"Oh shit!" I went to remove myself but that was the precise moment Miyako's cunt clung to my cock, tugging and pulling me deeper. The multiple sensations were too much and I shot off like a rocket, happy I did because the fluid created the extra lubrication I needed, like oil in an engine, to keep my dick from being singed while she rode out her wave.

"Fuck," I huffed as I pulled out and collapsed next to the Japanese beauty.

"Yes we did," Miyako panted as she turned on her side to face me. "So that's what a girl has to do to get an American boy to like her."

I now realized which question she wanted answered. "That is definitely one way." 

"I need you to know that regardless of what you choose, I will be with you, always. If you don't want to fight, neither will I. We can go into hiding or something like the Contractor of Water."

"Why is he hiding?"

"She, and it's because she once fought for what she felt was right only for them to capture and burn her at the stake. Or so they thought. They actually captured a handmaiden that looked like her. A double if you will."

"So she won't fight against the rogue Contractor?"

"She hasn't yet."

My mind was racing. Maybe I could talk some sense into her. "Who is she? Any chance we can find her?"

"To be honest, I never met Joan of Arc and would have no idea where to even start looking for her."

My mouth hung open in complete shock. I went to speak but no words came out. Through my fluster, I was eloquently able to form my first words, "No shit?"

Miyako laughed, "What? You thought you were the first non-Japanese person to receive the tattoo?

"No, it's just that," I took a breath and paused just so I could believe the next words I was about to say. "We're talking about Joan of Arc." 

Miyako smiled at me, "I know."

"Excuse me," a soft but melodic voice came from my doorway. It was Heidi. "Can we join you now?"

Always compassionate, that was Heidi. She didn't just speak for herself but Celeste as well. I bet it didn't even cross her mind to say the word 'I' in that sentence. It was always 'we.' "Absolutely."

Heidi came in and cuddled into my other side and once she was comfortable, Celeste curled up by my feet. I had to get a bigger bed.

I turned my head toward Heidi, kissing her softly, "You really okay with this?"

Heidi gave me a slight grin. "I am devoted to you. I may not like to share but if it makes you happy, I will be happy about it too."

Like I said, always compassionate.

I was really enjoying this new dynamic. Even though it had been only a couple days and war was on the horizon, it was nice. In this calm before the storm, the four of us hung out, had fun, enjoyed a foursome, and I don't mean golf, and still went to school. Despite having a great-untapped power, I really wanted to graduate high school. Maybe it was my way to hold onto my youth for just a while longer, after all, I only had three weeks left. 

But still, I dreaded the future, not so much mine, but the girls. If we were somehow ambushed, what would happen with Celeste and Heidi? Could I protect them and still accomplish my mission, which, as I am told, would take all my focus? What if I just let them go? Let them lead their own lives. Could Celeste function in society now? How about Heidi? Could my heart even let her go? It seems that life has become complicated since my trip to Japan. Too many questions, not enough answers. I suppose with all good things in life, you must accept the inevitable consequences that arrive with it. Fucking sucks.

The four of us were walking through the park. It was a nice late spring day and just being outside was melting my worries. The girls knew I felt a heavy burden and every time they noticed I was falling into 'that place' as they called it, they were quick to act. The walk was Miyako's idea and so far, it was relaxing. Nature was serene while the girls were chatting amongst themselves and I was relishing in the contrasts.

As we went along the path, I sensed something out of place. I couldn't put my finger on it and glanced to Miyako to see if she had any reaction. She just kept talking, acting as if nothing was amiss. We were coming up a hill, which opened into a clearing where we were set to have lunch. It was such a great day, how could we not have a picnic? When we reached the field, the grass was green, the birds were chirping, and a rabbit came across our path before scampering as fast as he could to avoid the uprooting of earth that was charging right at us as if a 500-pound hedgehog was burrowing its way directly towards us.

"Get out of the way!" I tackled my four girls to the ground, diving at them just before we were run over by the pushed up ground.

"That was a dirty trick, Aoi," Miyako stood, forming two fireballs, one in each palm.

"Heidi, Celeste, go home. Hide."

"Please, let me stay," Heidi had a look of fear in her eye, one that spoke volumes about how she felt about me. Her hands clutched at my shirt and I felt for her. But if I was about tovencounter an elemental master, I needed my wits about me and I couldn't do that if I were concerned for their safety.

"Celeste," I put my hand on my slave's shoulder and looked her right in the eyes, "you take Heidi home. No matter what it takes, you get her clear of this mess."

"Yes Master," Celeste grabbed Heidi from under her arm and started pulling. To Heidi's credit, she wasn't leaving without a struggle, but Celeste was clearly winning. 

I watched for a second longer before turning to stand side by side with Miyako, "I take it this is the Earth Elemental?"

Miyako's eyes just looked at me before gazing back into the field. 

"So what do we do?"

"I'm going to lure her out and you are going to get in her mind to not attack."

"I don't like any plan that uses anyone as bait."

"You are the only one here that can stop her," One of her fireballs extinguished and Miyako put that hand to my face as she leaned in for a quick kiss. "I trust you, just keep your focus." With that, she darted into the field, a new fireball replacing the one previously snuffed out. "Come on out and face me you coward!"

Fifty yards away, I saw movement in the tree line on the other side of the clearing. As she jumped down and walked forward, it was a sight to behold. She was wearing a white kimono and appeared to be of Japanese heritage. She was also young, perhaps a few years younger than Miyako, but then again looks can be deceiving as I discovered with Miyako's age. A shiver coursed through my spine when I saw her eyes. They were intense. But her appearance wasn't what was awe inspiring. As she came closer, she seemed to be willing the treetops with her. They were bending with every step she took, as if the trees were extensions of her arms and the ominous shadow was beginning to darken out the sky.

It was surreal, the two of them preparing to square off. I knew I should be attempting to complete my task, but I froze.

"Aoi!" Miyako screamed as she fired her fireballs, which regenerated just as quickly.

"So predictable," Aoi responded as a sheet of earth sprung from the ground, engulfing the flames on impact. "You shouldn't have fought me on a battlefield in which I so obviously hold an advantage."

"What's this?" Miyako was becoming frantic as tree roots came from under her and began to entangle her body.

"Are you ready to end your foolish quest or are you going to force me to take you out?" Aoi smiled as hundreds of rocks rose from the ground in preparation for an aerial assault.

I wasn't sure what to make of Aoi's words but if I didn't act now, Miyako would lose. I ran a couple steps forward and threw my hand forward. My eyes closed as I concentrated on Aoi. 'You are frozen and no longer able to use your power.'

Silence.

My right eye slightly squinted open. 

Aoi was starting panic. "What's going on? Why can't I move?"

I suppose I could have opened both eyes, put my arm down, or walked over to Miyako, but I stood like a statue. I didn't want to lose my focus for one millisecond. I had Aoi locked into place and though I had no idea of what to do next, I knew Miyako and I were safe as long as I held fast.

Miyako, however, gave off a maniacal, sinister laugh. Her whole body became a giant flame, quickly expelling the roots from her body. The fire receded from her form with the exception of two flames in her hands. "Well dear sister, it looks as if you failed in your attempt to stop me from ruling the world." She got in a runners stance, "Tell mom and dad I say konnichiwa when you see them." In an instant, she darted toward Aoi, a crazed look in her eye.

Miyako had lied to me. She said that we were to prevent the destruction of the world, not take it over. It shattered my heart. I fell to my knees. This knowledge tore at me and my concentration deteriorated to nothing. Feeling free, Aoi jumped back and a slate of granite shot up from the ground. It was just in time and Miyako face planted herself into it. 

Aoi stared at me, "The Contractor of the Void."

Oh, shit. I may have had a broken heart but I certainly didn't want to die under a pile of earth or be strangled with tree roots. I took off down the path, faster than I thought I could ever run.

"Wait!" Aoi shouted behind me. "I want to talk to you!"

Not a chance. I now feared she would turn one of these giant oaks into a walking tree from Lord of the Rings and have it capture my ass. 'STOP!' I held that thought as I kept running. I glanced over my shoulder to notice that Aoi, who was in a chase after me, had indeed, stopped. But so did everything else. Miyako was frozen as she had gotten up and started to take off in the other direction, birds were motionless in flight, and the trees were motionless in mid breeze. It was eerie but I kept going.

I stormed into my house, "Everyone out- Get out!"

"What's the matter Sheldon?" Mom asked as she came in from the kitchen, with Heidi and Celeste right behind her.

"I want you all of you out of the house, go to the Dunesbury Hotel in Ridgedale and I'll meet you there when this is over."

"What's all the commotion?" Dad came from the bathroom. "Did you say we're going to Ridgedale? That's four hours away."

"I don't have time to explain and you don't have time to pack, you have to leave now."

My family did as I wished and piled into mom's Minivan. Heidi was last, and I saw that she was really scared. "Please don't fret. I'm going somewhere far away until I can figure this out. I will return. I promise."

Tears cascaded down her cheek as she kissed me. I opened the door and Heidi reluctantly got in. 

"Be safe Master," Celeste called out as I closed the door. I glanced in and saw the worry in her eyes as well.

I reached in the driver's side window and put my hand on my dad's shoulder, "Keep them safe. I'll be in touch."

"I will, but you be careful as well, son." Dad patted my hand and started the car.

I took dad's Dodge Ram truck. The Ferrari would be just too conspicuous. I headed up north to a log cabin in the woods my family owns. We vacation there every year at the end of the summer. Our own last hurrah before autumn really hits. The place is nice as it's on the lake but my experiences up there were always less than fun. All I remember is having my dad pestering me to go fishing with him and chopping firewood. I wasn't even allowed to bring any books with me. But it allowed me to enjoy hiking the woods, to appreciate nature if you will, so there is that.

I had to think. That was my goal. To do that, I had to hide. When I arrived at the cabin, I realized how naïve I really was. It was asinine to believe I could contemplate strategy when my mind was overwhelmed with betrayal. I felt so alone. Before Japan, I was capable, no, I was a master at dealing with solitary. Now that I had a taste of life, I wasn't prepared. I didn't know what to do. I crumpled to the floor and I am not ashamed to say, I cried.

My mind was clouded with regret. Why did I let Miyako in my heart? Why did she have to use me? Why did I have to go sightseeing that night? Why did I have to go to Japan at all? Why did I start controlling people? To be honest, I knew the answer for that last one. I was tired of being an outcast. But that was also a problem. Though I had Heidi, it wasn't the same. There was no guarantee that Heidi would have gone out with me or even liked me. She was only by my side because of my power. I truly felt that Miyako wanted me for me, all this power and void shit was icing on the proverbial cake, but I was just fooling myself. I am a nobody.

Who knows how long I wallowed in self-pity, but I did snap out of it in the middle of the night. I smacked myself in the face. "Idiot," I declared. "Stop feeling sorry for yourself. No one has ever cared about you. No one ever will." I finally knew my strategy. I was dragged into this against my will. I wasn't even asked- I was forced. Well fine, have it their way. Everyone will know the revenge that a lowly outcast is capable of inflicting. I fell into hysteria. I just couldn't stop laughing at the simplicity of what it was I desired to accomplish. All I wanted was the basic human right to live my life as I deemed fit. Trust no one. Damn anyone who gets in my way. Now all I had to do is get better, to train for war.

I must've fallen asleep because the next time my eyes opened, it was daylight and I was still lying against the door. I staggered to my feet, my back as stiff as a board and my legs shaky, having gone fallen asleep themselves at the unusual way I slept. I made my way outside and took a deep breath. A smile percolated my lips. The nature that surrounded me was peaceful and serene. I centered onto my goal. Train for a war against the elementals. I assumed a stance, my legs apart and arms at my side. As I stood, I realized I had no idea on how to train. I had no guidance. Think. My power deals with the mind, so let's start there. Now all I needed was a test subject. "Here little chipmunk. Come here little chipmunk." This is going to be fun.

"Whoa, that's cool!" I chuckled as I stood chock full of amazement while I stared at a ten foot tall chipmunk. "All right, how about the reverse?" I really wanted to shrink this animal before it thought I was a nut. Perhaps I am? I concentrated for a moment, accessing the chipmunk's brain and voila, "Yes, the chipmunk is the size of an ant. Thank you, thank you, no applause necessary, thank you." I even started bowing to the trees, as if I were a performer in Vegas.

I must admit, my training was going really well. It took a couple days but after I recalled what Miyako said about not knowing what all the void master could do, my power took off. I decided to train based on the theory nothing was impossible and I was proving myself correct. I found the brain was an already assembled Legos set; all I had to do was break it down and reassemble it how I saw fit. For instance, with this chipmunk, I was tinkering with the growth area of its brain. With a slight modification, I made it ten feet tall, then ant size, and then finally back to normal. It worked with personality and behaviors as well. It was hilarious watching the deer acting like a chicken. And once altered, I didn't have to focus on a thought to achieve my desired results. They were then my new version of themselves. That would be most useful against the elementals. I also saw memories as if I were I were looking at a picture slideshow. Being a chipmunk seemed to be a cool life, no pressures but finding a home and gathering food, that is until I saw him scampering away from an aerial attack of a hawk. It was close. Almost as if he was running from an elemental. At least I can fight back, don't see too many chipmunks throwing acorns at a snake from a tree limb.

I was taking a break on the picnic table, wondering when or if I should go back. I was done with Miyako, obviously, but there was still the matter of Heidi and Celeste. If anything, the duo had their uses, three holes each to be precise. If I can't find love, at the very least I could be enthusiastically fucked. Hey, I'm eighteen and in my prime, why not? My thoughts quickly shifted to the elementals, contemplating whether I could beat them in a fight. I was confident in my abilities but nervous. The comfort, serenity, and peace nature was offering was helping to keep my mind at ease. The birds were singing a song overhead as I was treating my new friend, the chipmunk I called Alvin, to a well-deserved snack. "There you go buddy," I spread a hand full of nuts in front of him and petted his little head. His response was a couple rapid squeaks and I swear he smiled as he ravished my offering. I was amused at his antics when I felt something suspicious. Something I felt before.




Mystical Tattoo



I put my hands on the table as I stood, "You shouldn't have come here."

"I needed to talk to you."

I turned around and my eyes sharpened as I saw Aoi nearly twenty feet away, "I am warning you, go away. I don't feel I can trust you right now. I don't trust anyone right now."

"I need to know if you will fight with me? Will you fight for the world?"

I had given her a chance. 'Come to me.' Immediately Aoi began to march forward. "Said the spider to the fly. I heard those words before and now they ring hollow. I do appreciate you volunteering to be my lab rat."

A look of shock was strewn across her face as she realized she was walking toward me and not on her own volition. "I knew it. You are nothing more than an immature kid dealing with a power you cannot fathom to control."

I went into Aoi's mind, 'You will not attack me, use you're powers against me, or harm me in any way.' The roots that was just beginning to rise from the ground, stopped and I easily stepped away from them. "That was clever, trying to get me to be angry at you rather than be focused on my surroundings. But I did warn you and now, game over."

Aoi struggled with her body, so much so that she tried grabbing her own legs to halt their cadence in my direction. It was futile, however, and they only stopped when they were directly in front of me. She looked into my eyes and swung her fist. She only hit air, her mind willing her to not even come close. "What?" She looked at her hand.

'Sit on the table, spread your legs.'

Aoi's body obeyed as her eyes became moist. "I swear, whatever you do to me will only prove me right."

"Right?" I laughed as I reached under her silk kimono, grazing her thighs the further I went up. "I warned you, even gave you the opportunity to leave, but no, you couldn't leave me alone so now I get to test my trained powers on an elemental." As fast as a whip, I pulled off her panties. Virginal white, this is going to be fun. "Tell me, what do you think of me?"

Aoi turned her head away smugly, "Do what you're going to do and get it over with. I don't want to play games."

I put my hand to her chin and forced eye contact, "Tell me or I'll make you tell me."

"Fine," Aoi defiantly rebutted. "You are nothing more than an egotistical, self-absorbed..."

'Take out my dick and beg me to fuck you in the dirtiest way possible.'

Immediately, her hand went to my pants, "Most handsome man I've ever encountered." All my lower garments pooled around my ankles. "Please, my cunt is desperate to have your cock inside it. I want you. I need you. Fuck me Baby, fuck me hard... Callus, biggest piece of shit in this, what did I just say?"

I smirked, "You begged me to fuck you and I'm about to oblige."

"You made me say that, didn't you?"

"Yup. As long as I held my thought, you would've kept begging. I only released the thought so you would know exactly what is going to happen to you."

"Monster." Aoi spit at me.

"Don't be that way," I wiped the saliva from my cheek. "Just to prove I am a reasonable man, I am going to give you a sporting chance. It is a game – a game of willpower – something that with your experience and training you should be good at maintaining."

Aoi stared at me, "I told you, I don't like games."

"Ah, don't be such a spoil sport. The game is even tailored to you. For thirty minutes, all you have to do is not fuck me. If you win, I let you go, no harm, no foul. But if you lose, we'll just say that I get to try something I didn't feel comfortable doing to a chipmunk."

"That's it?" Aoi was skeptical. "And you won't force me?"

I took my watch and placed it on the table. "What kind of game would it be if I forced you to lose?" 'You cannot look away from my body. Every second you stare at me, your lust will grow exponentially. Your need will make you desperate for release.' "The game begins now."

"Don't you realize how long I've trained my body..." Aoi stopped mid-sentence. "What did you do? You promised you wouldn't do anything!"

"No, I only agreed not to make you have sex with me, and I won't. You will."

I stood amused, my cock inches from her sex, watching Aoi trying to complete her goal. For the first five minutes, she berated me with all kinds of insults, in English and Japanese. All the while, her eyes were piercing me. I didn't care. Between the five and ten minute marks, she was doing all she could to encourage herself. Streams of "I can do this" and "Pull it together Aoi" rapidly flowed from her lips. Her cunt was starting to leak like a sieve but her eyes had such a determined look to them. It was inspiring. By the fifteenth minute, Aoi was losing. She no longer spoke, only mumbles and incoherent sounds were audible. Her eyes were now glazed over and her pussy was gushing, bubbles were visibly doing their best to escape. Her hands, which were clenched to the edge of the picnic table, now crawled their way to her womanhood.

'Masturbation will increase your lust tenfold and you will be unable to climax unless I say.'

Aoi's fingers reached their destination and it took her but a moment to understand her mistake. Her eyes lit up, a fire now burning behind them. She easily shoved three fingers inside her quim while her other hand furiously played with her clit but to no avail.

I peeked inside her mind and it was insane with lust. There was only a small shred of herself left and it was hanging by a very thin thread. I brushed away a tendril of hair that had fallen across her face. "My cock is available for your pleasure whenever you're ready." 

It was either my words or the light scraping of her cheek, but at that moment, it looked as if Aoi was struck by lightning. "Ugh!" She began to buck her hips, literally throwing herself onto her hand when her eyes suddenly lowered to the pole between my legs. Drool was escaping her lips. She let loose a happy growl as her hand jettisoned from her cunt and onto my shaft. She wasted no time, and slid her ass toward me while pulling me to her. She was slick; I buried completely inside her without trying. Her arms wrapped tightly around my neck and her legs around my waist as her hips retained their prodigious pace.

"Game over," I whispered. I doubt she heard me as she grunted and groaned. I had won. I laid her down and immediately began to pound into Aoi's lithe form. But I was far from finished with my justice. 'I want my dick to be five times larger.' It was immediate and Aoi gasped in pain. I was stretching her beyond anything normal. 'Cum.'

"Oh my God!" Aoi screamed as I finally granted a release. Her hands clutched the sides of the table as her body seized.

'Cum, cum, cum, cum, cum,' I kept forcing into her mind as I continued seesawing into her. Aoi's quim was like an oil slick. I was close. 'When you feel me explode, you will have the most massive orgasm imaginable.'

I buried myself into her and unloaded. Aoi's eyes rolled into the back her head as she wailed something fierce. Her body shook, spasms wracking and wrenching her petite form on my cock. Spurt after spurt, it felt like a gallon of my seed went directly into her womb. I put my hands on either side of her, panting. I glanced down and noticed Aoi was out cold.

I released the three thoughts I was holding on to. All at once, Aoi was no longer forced to be on the table and she didn't have to stare at me, not as if she would be able to change her position on either one of those now, passed out as she was. My manly appendage also went back to normal, didn't really want to walk around with that club bouncing between my legs. I smiled down at my trophy, my essence oozing out of the gaping hole between her legs.

"Well, a deal is a deal," I cracked my knuckles and went to work. I reached into Aoi's mind and promptly erased every memory she had from before she put my dick into her with the lone exception of her knowledge of her powers. When she wakes up, all she'll know is the pleasure I had given her and how to kick ass. I was surprised at how she found me. Apparently, she asked the trees for information and through a system, it was passed along that the large sycamore tree by my front door informed her of a ten-foot tall chipmunk. I then went about the business of forming her personality. 'You are 100% loyal to me. You are to protect me from harm. You will allow no one to hurt me, including yourself. You are my protector, my bodyguard. And from now on, your name is D'Artagnan.' I do realize that Aoi was in fact, female and Japanese and not a Frenchman, but how cool is it to have a bodyguard named D'Artagnan?

Her eyes started fluttering open and I raised my hands into the air, "Rise D'Artagnan, rise!" I felt like I was channeling Victor Frankenstein.

D'Artagnan sat up and gave me a wide smile, "Thank you for granting my wish, Sir. I have wanted that for a long time."

"Really?" I was surprised by her statement. How could she have wanted something without memory?

D'Artagnan's face scrunched as if in deep thought before her smile returned. "I cannot think otherwise so it must be true. Where to now, Sir?"

"To get my life back."

D'Artagnan and I walked into the Dunesbury Hotel located in Ridgedale. The place was large and exquisite. I knew it was expensive when I told my family to come here but I also knew I could take care of the bill. The concierge behind the desk was wearing a white blouse with a blue suit coat with a nametag that identified her as Mildred.

"Welcome to the Dunesbury Hotel. Do you have a reservation with us this evening?"

"No, my name is Sheldon Hayes. Can I get the room number of my parents, Roy and Lynn Hayes?"

"I can't give you the number but I can call up to the room for you," Mildred tapped a few keys on the computer. "I'm sorry sir, but it says they checked out yesterday. It appears they did leave something for you. Let me see," she crouched down before standing back up with an envelope in hand. "There you go sir. Is there anything else I can get for you?"

"No thanks." I took a few steps toward the chairs in the lobby as I ripped through the top of the envelope. Inside were an electric key card and a piece of hotel stationary that simply read 'Room 519.' It was in Miyako's handwriting.

We ran to the elevator and hit the button for the fifth floor. Time seemed to stand still; the orchestra music in the box we were in was doing nothing for my anxiousness. The door beeped and we hustled toward the room. I put the key card in the slot, took a deep breath, and then opened the door. I gasped at what I saw, unable to even enter the room. It was Celeste and she was gagged and tied to a chair.

I took a step but was halted by a gentle hand upon my shoulder. "Allow me, Sir."

D'Artagnan took the lead, her head on a swivel as she swept the room for possible threats. "All clear."

I rushed to Celeste and quickly untied her. I pulled the gag from her mouth, "What happened?"

"I'm sorry Master. I couldn't stop them." Celeste's head fell into her hands and started crying. "I failed you."

I kneeled down, lifted her chin, and wiped away a tear. "No you didn't. I failed you." Celeste's eyes went wide at my words but it was a statement I believed in whole-heartedly. Celeste, Heidi, my parents; I got them involved. It was something I resolved to fix as soon as possible. "Tell me where everyone else is? What happened?"

"Miyako and this strange, weird guy, who spoke with a Russian accent, forced their way into our room. Miyako was threatening everyone with fireballs that she controlled with her hands. WITH HER HANDS! How? I still don't...," Celeste started whimpering.

"Calm down Celeste. What happened next?"

"You're dad tried to fight them but I'm afraid the guy..." Celeste looked me in the eye and started sobbing.

"He killed him, didn't he?"

"I'm sorry Master. I didn't know what to do. What could I have done?"

I only heard Celeste's sobs start back up because my head fell into my hands. My father may have been an insensitive prick, but I certainly didn't want him to die. Despite my less than rosy perception of the man, I surprised myself by letting loose a few tears as well.

D'Artagnan once again put her hand on my shoulder, this time for comfort. "I'm sorry for your loss, but it is not safe here."

"You're right." I wiped my eyes and stood. "They left you her for a reason, Celeste, what is it?"

Celeste gazed up at me, her puffy, glassy eyes showing a deep concern. "I am to tell you that you are expected at the abandoned warehouse near the docks."

I looked to D'Artagnan, "Ready?"

"Always, Sir."

"Master, they intend on killing you if you don't do the evil things they ask."

I faced Celeste and spoke the truth, "I have already done evil things and I intend to repair what I can to the people I trust not to destroy the world. I've always regretted what I did to you."

"Master?"

I reached into Celeste's mind and went about eliminating all my influence, to change her back to the way she was. It took but a moment, which still amazes me that I can manipulate someone's mind so easily.

"Celeste?"

She blinked twice before her eyes filled with fury. "Asshole!" Celeste then smacked me in the face, certainly leaving a palm print, which was immediately followed by her spitting on me.

D'Artagnan took a step forward but I held up my hand to indicate my disapproval to her wanting to kick my former slave's ass. "Celeste, I apologize to you and I readily admit that I deserve far more punishment than just some spit, a slap, and to be called names. You are free to go. I promise you will not hear from me ever again." I turned to D'Artagnan. "It's time to go."

"Wait..."

I turned back to Celeste to find her face had softened, which caught me off guard. 

"I'm sorry I couldn't save your father. We'll call it even, okay?"

I gave a small smile, sympathy was never a part of Celeste's personality. "No, that wasn't your fault. It was mine." I opened my wallet and pulled out all my money, nearly $400. "There, get home safe and do your best to forget the last few weeks with me." With that, I walked out the door, D'Artagnan right behind me.

The warehouse was huge. It was also completely fucked up. Debris was everywhere and graffiti adorned every wall. "Watch your step," I said to my companion as I took an exaggerated stride over a dead, maggot-infested raccoon. We wandered aimlessly until several fireballs arched above us, each hitting a large pile of wood that were strategically placed around D'Artagnan and I. We were instantly on our guard as we saw a shadow coming closer. It was Miyako, and her sinister laugh was echoing. We were on concrete with fire looming all around. We were on her turf.

"Where are Heidi and my mom?"

"What, no questions about dad?" Miyako laughed again.

"I already know that your friend killed him." I gave a hard glare, "Now answer me!" I was tempted to hack her brain but she caught me once before so I erred on the side of caution.

"So the little airhead tattled on my friend ... Wait, is that Aoi? It is! Hello dear sister, I see you got the great void master to join your cause."

"Sir, is she talking to me?" D'Artagnan tilted her head.

"I don't know, ask her."

"Are you referring to me? I don't recall having a sister."

"Aoi?" Miyako was definitely startled by this development.

"Now I know you have me confused with someone else. My name is D'Artagnan."

"What did you do to my sister, Sheldon?"

"What on earth do you mean?" I chuckled.

"I had wanted to convince you to join up with me. The world would have been ours, but now, I'm going to kill you." A snarl curled Miyako's lips, "I am the only one allowed to hurt my sister!"

"Well, I see you're hell bent on destruction," I cracked my knuckles. "I didn't want to do this but..."

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." I was just about to attack Miyako's mind when I heard a Russian voice. I turned to my left where an older man in red robes appeared. His black hair was long and he sported a full beard that fell down to his mid chest. "Look up," the bastard spoke with a confident smile and he even pointed.

I followed his finger to see Heidi and my mom hovering in the air above one of the flames. What's worse, there didn't appear to be anything holding them in place – no ropes, no hooks hanging from the ceiling, nothing but air. "You must be the Contractor of Air."

"Yes, but you may can call me Rasputin."

"No shit?"

"If you attack me, Miyako will kill your loved ones. If you attack her, I will have the pleasure. Are we clear, boy?"

"Crystal."

"Now to prove we are not to be trifled with," Rasputin gave an evil grin.

I heard gasps from above and my attention was drawn to the girls above me. "What are you doing to my mother?"

"I am doing nothing to her. I am simply not allowing air to flow into her mouth or nose."

"You're suffocating her!" 

I reached out with my mind but as soon as I did, Rasputin gave a nod. The flames underneath mom and Heidi grew to a towering inferno, stopping right under their feet. I ended my mental attack, and the flames receded. I didn't know what to do.

"Smart decision, boy. Besides, it was too late." How ever Rasputin was holding my mom in the air, he stopped and I watched my mom's body fall lifelessly into the flames. "We only need one to control you and I still think you can be of some use to us, though you infuriated this one to no end," Rasputin gave a head nod toward Miyako. "Last chance. Join us and save your little girlfriend or everyone dies."

I stared at Heidi, "I'm sorry." I then jerked my head back to the evil Russian. "Never. I will never join you. My parents are dead because of your actions. How could I live with myself if I... Whoa!" I was distracted and therefore wasn't focused on my surrounding area. A tornado had started at my feet and had grown in intensity while I gave my speech. Isn't that what is supposed to happen to the bad guy? I hadn't even noticed until I began being raised off the floor while spinning like a top. I had to close my eyes. I was going to vomit.

I heard Rasputin laugh, "Maybe this time I let the girl here watch you die."

I then heard Miyako, "Oh, no you don't Aoi!"

The sound of two fireballs filled the air. My bodyguard was right, 'how predictable.' But my dilemma exceeded what I could hear. It felt as if my skin was being pulled from my body with how fast I was twirling. I needed to end this hellacious spinning. Or do I? 'I will not feel or suffer from any of the effects of this tornado.'

Miraculously, it worked. I was still spinning, but I could concentrate. Think. Miyako is busy with D'Artagnan so now is my chance. I had to give a message to D'Artagnan so she wouldn't risk her life trying to jump into the tornado I am in. 'I am fine. Defeat your foe.' I then mentally reached out to Rasputin. 'Gently set Heidi down out of Miyako's vision.' Though I was spinning, I did notice that Heidi began to move. I waited for her to be firmly in place on the floor before I continued. I didn't want him dropping her before I really fucked with his head. 'Bring me closer to you.' I felt myself moving in his direction. The tornado I was in now felt like a cool rollercoaster ride. Rasputin would be great at a carnival.

I dove into Rasputin's mind with a vengeance. It took a moment but I found what I was looking for. I sent my adversary a message, 'Payback's a bitch. Time for justice.' I shut down every system: respiratory, nervous, muscular, skeletal, etc. You name it, I turned it off. Suddenly, I dropped to the floor. I was smiling like the Cheshire cat until I looked up at Rasputin, looking more like a gigantic pile of jello, crawling toward me. How the fuck? I took a step back and tripped over a piece of drywall that was on the floor. He lunged at me, his arm reaching out. Right as I was turning to get away, a large claw extended from his index finger and tore the back of my shirt. It dug into my skin, causing an immense amount of pain. I screamed.