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Spells

By: EratoTheMuse



*Ring ring*

"Hello?"

"Hey Eliza! It's Tara! Are you up to anything?"

"Nope, just laying around the house."

"Do you want to go to that old New Age shop? I'm thinking about picking up some pretty stones to make healing jewelry. I found it online."

"Sounds fun! When are you going?"

"Now! I'll come pick you up."

"Okay, sounds great."

"So, are you excited about going to this place?"

"Yeah, I've never been. What do they have there?"

"Well besides the stones I want, tarot cards, books, incenses, candles, jewelry, herbs, singing bowls, cloaks.. random stuff."

"Sounds interesting."

The girls come upon an old building right next to a residential area. It looked like an old Victorian, much older than the buildings around it. As they opened the door, the heavy scent of incenses lofted out. It was sweet smelling almost. They opened the heavy wooden door.

"Hello and welcome to Mystical Days. Are you looking for anything?" The voice came from a heavy set older woman. Though she was dressed strangely, her face was kind and her voice cheery.

"No, we're all set. Thanks though!" Tara chirped.

Tara went right to stones and Eliza wandered around.

"Wow, there is so much stuff in here!" Eliza said under her breath.

She touched everything she found. Many things had strange symbols she had never seen before. She settled at looking at the books, since she loved to sit in her room with her cat and read. She saw titles like "Magik for a New Age", "Wicca: Way of the God and Goddess" and "Words of the Gods". The Authors had even stranger names like Night Feather, Skye Lovitt and Andrew Dragonheart. She found them terribly intriguing. She settled upon a book called "Spells for Creatures of the Night". She read the synopsis; it was a book of spells to create or summon various natural and supernatural creatures normally associated with night. She thought it was a little hokey, but none the less interesting. Though she would never use them, she had always been interested in the mystery of night.

"Hey Eliza! Are you ready to go? I found all of my stones."

"Yeah sure! Let me just pay for this book and we can head out."

"Oh, interesting read. I have a copy myself." Said the woman in the front.

"Yeah, I've never read anything like this before."

"Well be careful if you use them. They really do work."

"Ohhhh no, I'm just curious to read them, not to use them."

Eliza grabbed a mug of tea and her cat, then settled into her favorite reading chair. For each creature, it gave a description of it, how to conjure it then how to control it. Her favorite was the supernatural creatures. Many had accounts from different people about the creatures. She couldn't wait to get to her creature of choice- vampires. As a kid her dad loved Bram Stoker's Dracula. When she was ten, she told her parents that she wanted to study abroad in Transylvania. When she was older, she read the Anne Rice series and saw the movie adaptations. She thought the more human vampires were interesting, but always liked the more dangerous ones. This book seemed to have more of a social version of the Bram Stoker type. She liked that. The spell to conjure the vampire was:

To the Souls of the Undead

Take the Blood that flows through my Veins

As an Offering to You

To join Me here Today

Drink, Drink deeply

Let your Cup run over

Take my Life for your own

As a Gift

She read it aloud to see how it sounded. Silly, she thought. Suddenly she became very tired.

"Come on, kitty. Time for bed I think."

Eliza stripped down to just her panties. They were a light blue thong with white ribbon tied into a small bow in the front. She decided to throw on the matching night gown as well. It was also light blue, but silky, perfect for summer. The tiny straps barely held the outfit up because of her large breasts. She crawled into bed and her cat jumped up to the foot and settled down.

"Night kitty!"

And with that Eliza turned off the light. Suddenly the room got very cold. Her cat jumped promptly off the bed. Eliza didn't notice her cat gone, but how dark her room was. She couldn't even see her hand in front of her face. Strange, she thought. Normally she had very good night vision. As she started falling asleep, she felt a gust against her cheek.

"Hello Eliza."

Eliza perked up. It sounded like a man's voice, low and whispering. She felt drawn to it, but knew it couldn't be someone in her room.

"You called for me, didn't you?"

"Who are you! And why are you in my room?!"

"Oh child, like all the rest you call me then act surprised when I show up."

" Are you.. you.. a...."

"A Vampire, yes. Bravo."

"But.. I..."

"You thought the spell was fake. Yes yes. When will you children learn?"

"So what are you going to do here?"

"Well, I believe you made me an offer, said if I came, you'd give me a gift. Well, I'm here! Now time for my gift."

"You want... my... blood?"

"Yes, I do believe that was the offering."

"But I..."

"Come now, I know you know how I work. You made the offer."

"Okay... how will this work?"

"You just lay back, relax and we'll both enjoy."

With that he settled next to her. She was nervous, but did as she was told. She became very excited at the prospect of what might happen next. Her breathing was timid, her breasts became firm and her nipples hard. She could tell that the vampire could see and enjoyed the sight of her in this position. He slowly peeled off the blankets and watched tiny goose bumps form all over her body. The vampire used his long nails against her skin, to make it worse. She didn't move though.

He chuckled, "You're good at this."

He put one knee between her lower thighs. He already could feel the heat coming off her pussy.

"Move your head to your right."

She did as she was told. He watched her vein throb and began to salivate. Soon he couldn't resist the temptation. He plunged his shiny fangs deep into that vein. He could tell she had never been touched by another vampire before. Her blood began to give him life. She lay silently under him. She felt the sexual charge in the experience. Like a symbiotic relationship. Her life was giving him life. Her sexual energy was going into him. Her breathing became heavier, almost to a pant. He moved his knee to right against her pubic bone. She was already wet through her panties and it got on his leg. He put his hand upon her thighs, at the hem of her night gown. His hands were rough against the silk. He lifted his head and she instinctually moved to face the left. Again he plunged his fangs into her. She let out a moan. He slowly moved her gown up to her waist. His cold, lifeless pinkies caught on the ribbon waist of her thong. He took his fangs from her neck and began to lick it, slowly. She felt every soft blond hair stand right up. Her head was dizzy from the blood loss and lust. 

As he licked, he started to grind her knee into her love spot. Her body was motionless, but she started to become more vocal. He used his fangs to cut the straps of her gown. He used his mouth to slowly pull the silk triangles down her breasts. Her nipples strained even harder. He bit them just a little so they would bleed ever so much. Then he licked the sweet blood. Her back arched. He moved his other knee to between her legs, spreading them. The smell of her wetness became instantly stronger. With her blood in his body, he became instantly aroused and drunk on the scent. 

He lowered his icy lips to her flushed face. She still could not see him. With utter surprise, he kissed her, deeply. This was not her first kiss, but the first that instantly caused her to feel high. He snuck one cold finger under her thong and began to rub up and down her wet slit. Her clit jumped out to find his finger. He gently rubbed it until she began to whimper into his mouth. She bit her own tongue, causing it to bleed. He savored the flavor. With his nails, he cut the weak fabric of the thong, revealing her hot pussy to the cold air. He slowly slid down on top of her, maintaining his lock on her sweet lips and touch on her hot button. His torso was warmed from her blood, but his extremities were still cold. Suddenly she felt as if someone had thrust a large icy dildo into her. She gasped and pulled away from him. It felt so different, but so good. She had never felt a sensation like this before. She quickly was in the throngs of orgasm between the thrusting and rubbing. She had never had an orgasm this strong or this long. It was like her whole body was orgasming. She didn't think that was possible. He continued to thrust, faster and faster- to super human speeds. Her body hummed against him. Finally he shot his icy seed into her. She convulsed then her body went limp. She couldn't even think straight, just gasp for air. He stroked her face, bright red and sweaty.

"You are delicious, my dear. All of your flavors are delicious."

With that he began to kiss all over body. He started from her slightly bloodied neck. Enjoying her life. Then down between her breasts. They heaved next to his head. He pushed up the remainder of her night gown to get between her ribs. He blew a breath of cold air up to her breasts, just to make her fuss. He got just the reaction he wanted. He dragged his fangs down to her belly button, so that a pool of blood formed in it. He slowly licked his treat out of its cup. He kissed his way down to her mound. Her pussy looked so innocent, having no hair at all, until he saw her wetness and his seed dripping out of her. The paradox made him smile. He licked what was drooling out her right away and she whimpered. He slowly teased her, letting his tongue dance around her swollen lips. She had never felt this good before. Suddenly he thrusted two icy fingers deep inside of her. She let out a scream. He moved in and out, all around her with a speed only a vampire could do. His eyes glowed red with lust, but she could not see them. She was too busy with her head swimming. He bit down a little to make her flesh bleed and that only made her scream out more in ecstasy. With a final thrust, she was once again cumming, but this time it was squirting everywhere. She had never had an orgasm like this before. She couldn't even ponder what was happening because she was so high. He wanted to do more to her, but knew she was but a mortal, unable to last as long as he would like, so he decided to let her rest.

"Are you okay, my love?"

"I.. I... yes" She said, gasping between each word, as if it took all of her energy.

"Haha, good. I had wanted to do more, but I don't think you could handle it."

"mm... no...." She managed to stammer out.

"Well, I should go now, it is nearly dawn."

"Please.. no.. I want.. more"

"Ha, there will be other nights, my dear. Just call me and I will come to you."

"What is your name? You never told me."

"Benjamin Porter, at your service. But I must bid you adieu."

"Good bye, Benjamin."

She tried to open her eyes wide enough to see his face before he left, but quickly disappeared.

"Next time I'll see him.. next time..." and she drifted off into a deep sleep.

Spells and Sea Stars



"Come on, Erik, just do it!" Ryan said.

I groaned at his insistence and leaned back against the side of my bed.

We were hanging out at my house in California. I had a private beach on the Pacific Ocean and everything. I was damn lucky that my rich parents felt guilty after kicking me out when I came out to them. They still paid for college and gave me this beautiful house in return for me never visiting them. I was fine with that. I had no friends back in my hometown, and I had stopped loving my parents long ago.

Right now, my only friend Ryan and I were in my bedroom playing 'Truth or Dare'. Slightly immature for two juniors in college on their summer break, but we didn't care.

Earlier in the evening, we had been screwing around on the internet. After numerous porn websites ("Gross, Ryan, hetero-love!") and numerous gay porn websites ("Erik, I will never be able to look at you the same way again."), we had somehow ended up on a sad, strange little fantasy blog. 

I couldn't tell you how we got there, but once we did, we couldn't stop laughing. The entire site was based on make-believe creatures - the saddest part being that the owner of the site seemed to believe everything she had written on it. It had information about witches and ghosts, fairies and vampires. However, its main focus was on mermaids.

It had what 'powers' mermaids had, mermaid F.A.Q.s, and even spells to turn oneself into a mermaid.

Ryan had just dared me to go out to the ocean and try the first spell on the site.

"Come on, man," he said with a grin. "The site owner said it worked wonders for them!"

I rolled my eyes. "Do I seriously have to?"

Ryan's grin grew. "Yes."

I groaned but got up and went over to my laptop. I went back to the website and printed off the 'spell' before turning around and facing Ryan.

"Are you coming?" I asked.

"Duh! I wouldn't miss you making a fool of yourself for the world!" he said and ran out of the room.

"You know, you're going to see me naked!" I yelled after him.

"It's a good thing I'm not gay like you then! No need to worry about me spontaneously jumping you!" he yelled back.

I chuckled to myself and went over to my dresser. After shifting through a lot of junk, I finally found an old necklace with a tiny, real sea star as the pendant. I fastened it around my neck and walked into the kitchen. Then, I grabbed a large plastic bag used for freezing meat and put the spell inside. That way, the paper wouldn't get wet when I got into the ocean. Once the bag was airtight, I went outside.

Ryan saw my annoyed face as I walked down to the beach and chuckled. "Don't look so miserable!" he said. "Maybe some sexy merman will come and swoop you off your feet!"

"You mean tail," I said with a wink.

We both laughed at the stupid joke and I walked closer to him. Once I was standing next to him, I sighed and looked into his eyes.

"What would my punishment be if I didn't do this?" I asked him.

Ryan smirked. "What, think it'll actually work and you'll be stuck as a merman for the rest of your life?"

I shoved him playfully. "Hell no, if I were a merman I'd get all the tail, if you know what I mean," I said with a flirty wink.

"Can merpeople even have sex?" he laughed.

"Well of course!" I said, pretending to be offended. "Your best friend is about to become a merman and you don't even care enough to know that he can become human whenever he wants to get laid." I wiped away a fake tear and sniffled.

Ryan played along. "Oh, I'm so sorry babe. I care, really!"

He looked at me solemnly as I looked at him with my big, tearful blue eyes. After a moment we both burst into laughter.

Now wiping away real tears, I finally settled down. "Alright, I'm going to do this for real now."

Ryan nodded with a grin still on his face.

I took a deep breath and walked down to the edge of the water. Right before my feet got wet, I stopped and began to take off my clothes. Ryan wolf-whistled behind me and I flicked him the bird before continuing. Once I was completely naked, I waded into the water until it was up to my belly button.

"Jesus, this water is cold!" I yelled out to Ryan.

"Stop complaining and get on with it, Erik!" he yelled back.

Figuring that Ryan was right, I took a deep breath, counted to three, and dunked myself fully into the water. I stayed under for a bit, shaking my head to make sure all my hair was soaked, and then came up for air. Once I had my breath back, I began to recite the words of the spell.

"Insouciant inclemency, redoubtable mediocrity, refutable humanity. Make me what I wish to be: a mermaid. Witches one and witches all, give this power to me."

After repeating myself four more times, I began to feel... Strange.

First, I started coughing horribly. It was only after reciting the spell again that I realized I was coughing up water.

Now, right then and there, I wanted to stop. I was scared. But for some reason, I couldn't.

"Erik?" Ryan asked. He sounded worried. "Are you alright, man?"

I gave him a thumbs-up and continued. After having recited the spell seven times, my legs began to itch and burn. I looked down and saw that the skin was peeling off. 

'Shit.'

Now I was completely freaking out, but I recited it again. My legs began to pull together of their own accord.

One more time and my stomach began to hurt horribly, along with the sides of my neck. I hunched over to try and alleviate the pain.

One last time. "Insouciant inclemency, redoubtable mediocrity, refutable humanity. Make me what I wish to be: a mermaid. Witches one and witches all, give this power to me."

Pain immediately racked my entire body. I cried out and fell into the water, writhing uncontrollably. I could hear Ryan's muffled shouts, but couldn't understand what he was saying.

Suddenly, the pain stopped. I had managed to go deeper into the water with all my thrashing, and was able to be stretched out up and down. Poking my head above the water, I yelled out that I was fine to Ryan. With the moon only being a sliver in the sky, it was difficult to see him.

Right after yelling to Ryan, I felt out of breath and began panting. My panting seemed to make it worse, and black spots appeared behind my eyes. 

'I'm gonna drown!'

Instinct forced me under the water and I took a deep breath. Instantly I began to feel better.

'What the hell?'

I felt water rush past my brown hair and brought my hand up to feel the current. It was coming and going from my neck. I touched the side of my neck and could feel three flaps of skin on either side, steadily moving water past them.

Gills.

It was then that I actually looked down and assessed my body.

The only thought running through my head was, 'it worked.'

My tail was long, scaled and beautiful, with several different blues and indigos mixed in around my waist, the scales smoothly transitioned to pale blue skin. There was dark blue webbing between my fingers, and a touch to my ears confirmed that they now looked like fins. Overall, it was pretty awesome.

I quickly swam over towards the shore to see Ryan. Once I was close enough to settle down on my tail with my gills under the water and my head above it, I yelled out to him.

"Dude, get your ass over here and see me!" I said excitedly.

Ryan had been pacing on the beach, clearly freaking out since I was under the water for so long. When I yelled out to him, his head shot up and his eyes widened comically before he started running towards the shore.

"Holy shit, Erik!" he yelled.

"I know!" I said enthusiastically.

"Just... Oh my God, you're a merman! Like, a real freaking merman!" he said. As Ryan spoke, his face and voice got more and more animated.

We continued squealing like twelve year old girls at a boy band concert until Ryan thought of something.

"Um, Erik?" he said, sounding nervous.

The look on his face was making me nervous. "Yeah Ryan?"

"What now?"

That had me stumped. According to the website, even if I took off the necklace now, I would remain in this form for a full day. 

"I don't know, man," I said. "Take off this necklace and swim around until tomorrow?"

Neither of us had any clue as to what we should do. After all, neither of us thought the spell would actually work.

Suddenly, something occurred to me. "Hey Ryan?" I asked.

"Yeah?"

"Does this mean that there are... You know, others?"

"Yes, Erik, there are other merpeople."

I froze. Ryan's mouth hadn't moved, and the voice came from behind me.

"Ryan, was that you?" I whispered.

Ryan shook his head. He looked completely freaked out was pointedly staring at something - or someone - behind me.

'Ah crap.'

I whipped my body around to face whoever was there, but saw nothing.

"He went under the water," Ryan whispered.

"Ryan, go in the house. I'll see you tomorrow, or in two days. Promise," I said.

I heard Ryan whisper me luck and then run back to the house. Once I heard the door slam I dove under the water.

After looking around for a moment, I spotted a tail flicking and moving away from me at an incredible speed. I knew it was the man who spoke earlier. I quickly went horizontal and sped after him, instinct taking over as I swam.

After a few minutes of following the stranger (I admit, not my best decision), he swam into a crevice in a large rock wall. I slowed down and hesitated before entering after him.

It was another moment of swimming before the water became shallower and I realized it was an underwater cave. I couldn't see the mystery man anywhere and figured that he had gotten out of the water.

I took a deep breath and popped just my head out of the water. There on the small, sandy shore was a man.

He was lying on the beach, his upper body propped up with his hands, just smirking at me. His skin was a light blue like mine and he was wearing tattered green shorts that looked like they were weaved out of seaweed. His messy green hair was pushed to the side of his face, letting me see his bright green eyes. He was, in a word, beautiful.

"Are you going to come join me?" he asked. His voice was soft and caused shivers to rack down my spine.

I cleared my throat before responding. "I don't know how to switch forms," I said, my cheeks burning bright with embarrassment.

"Just take off the pendant," he said.

"But--"

"Trust me, it'll work," he said with a smirk.

I nodded and dove back under the water so I could swim to shallower water. Then, still beneath the waves, I undid the clasp of the chain with shaking fingers.

Instantly, pain covered my body like a blanket of thorns. However, the transformation was much faster than my first one, and soon I was standing up in the water, as bare as the day I was born.

I grasped the sea star in my hand tightly and walked up to the man sprawled out on the sand.

"Who are you?" I asked, trying to take my mind off of my nudity.

"My name is Neró."

"Why did you come to me?"

Neró licked his lips and pointedly looked me up and down, effectively making me shiver and tingles to shoot down to my shaft.

"Why, to welcome you to ocean life, of course," he said with a lustful look in his eyes.

I gulped.

He stood up and began to walk towards me as he spoke. "Did you know I can read your thoughts, Erik?"

I gulped again and shook my head. He smiled and came closer. We were only a hairsbreadth apart, and I could smell his delicious scent of rain and wind. We were practically touching, and the look in his eyes alone was causing electricity to shoot down to my groin.

'Please don't get hard, please don't get hard, please don't--'

"I know you're a virgin, Erik," He whispered as he placed his hands on my shoulders, leaned up with his head and licked the shell of my ear. "Let's change that, shall we?"

'Ah crap, I'm hard.'

He continued his ministrations on me, seemingly oblivious to my not-so-subtle hard-on pressing against his abs. His tongue trailed across my jaw and down to my neck, nipping and licking until he reached a spot that incited a breathless moan in me.

"You know, I've had so many women. Being alive for hundreds of years will do that. Everyone knows it's a woman's fantasy to make love to a sexy merman."

I whimpered, arching my neck into him further.

"I've even had some men. They were fun, but I was always on top. And that gets so boring after a while."

He added his hands to the mix, rubbing my shoulders for a moment before rubbing them down my chest to my nipples. They were already hard and ready for his touch. Moan after moan escaped my mouth when he began to massage them gently, still biting and licking at the skin on my neck and clavicle.

"I want something new, Erik," he whispered into my skin. "I want you to take me."

Those words were the straws that broke this camel's back.

I instantly grabbed hold of his hands and shoved them to his sides before leaning down and capturing his mouth with mine. We both moaned into the kiss, and it quickly became heated. It seemed like reading erotica and watching gay porn really helped, and I thanked God for that. I had never gone past French kissing, so this was all going to be new for me.

In a flash, I had him lying on the sand beneath me, his shorts ripped off and his hands captured by one of mine and held by the wrists above his head. His cheeks were flushed and he was panting hard. His shaft was hard and still growing.

"You look gorgeous right now, Guppy," I groaned out.

Before he could complain about the pet name, I captured his lips again and reached down with my spare hand to begin tweaking at his nipple. He moaned into my mouth, causing me to smirk against his lips. Once his nipple was completely hard, I moved my hand over to the other one and gave it the same treatment.

I pulled up for air and let go of his wrists. I tweaked both nipples at once one more time before sliding my hands down his sides and all the way to his knees. I pulled his knees up and out and could see all that he had to offer. His manhood was practically parallel with his stomach and pulsating, causing my mouth to water. I forced my eyes away from the thick shaft and looked lower at his entrance while resting my hands on either side of his waist.

The small pink hole had me groaning. Without any warning, I leaned down and licked around the circumference, causing Neró to yelp and press down against my mouth. I licked around the hole a few more times before entering it. Neró moaned and began to leak.

I pulled away and replaced my tongue with the forefinger on my left hand. He yelped again but continued jerking his hips. While loosening him up with one, and then two fingers, my right hand wrapped around his thick shaft.

I began to pump him in sync with my fingers. His moans were constant now and he was writhing on the bed. I added a third finger and curled them upwards. Neró instantly yelled out and came hard, splattering our chests and painting them white.

"Seems like you're ready, Guppy," I chuckled and pulled my fingers out, replacing them with my hard staff.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

"If you don't enter me now, I'm going to chop up your dick and balls and feed you to piranhas," he hissed. Guess mermen didn't have a refractory period.

I chuckled at him and after a brief kiss, I slowly began to pierce him.

Neró growled and shoved himself down on me, causing us both to yell out. Him in pain, me in pleasure.

His muscles were squeezing me so tightly I about choked on my own spit. I desperately needed friction, but I refused to move. I would wait until he was ready.

A moment passed of me staying completely still with tense muscles and Neró lying with slowly relaxing muscles. Soon, he was thrusting against me, indicating that he was ready.

I slowly began to thrust. It was awkward at first, being that I had never done it before, but I soon got the hang of it and found a rhythm that worked for both of us. I started going faster and harder and Neró's moans got louder and were more frequent.

A few thrusts later, Neró spoke. "Ti-tilt your hips uh-uh-upward," he stuttered out between gasps and moans.

I did as he said and rammed into him harder than before, causing him to yell out and thrust against me.

"Again! D-do it again!" he screamed.

His voice was a powerful aphrodisiac and I was thrusting wildly against him. I knew that I wasn't going to last much longer being that it was my first time, so as my thrusts got sloppier and sloppier, I reached one of my hands down and grasped his shaft.

I began to pump him hard and reached my head down to capture his screams in my mouth. We broke apart quickly, however, since we were breathing too hard to kiss properly.

Without warning, I felt my orgasm come over me. I shouted out my Guppy's name and thrust against him with abandon, emptying everything I had into him.

Me filling him up sent Neró over the edge and he screamed loudly as he erupted onto our chests. I slumped down on top of him, exhausted.

For a moment, all that could be heard was our breathing slowing down. I could feel his heart rate returning to normal aside mine.

Once I had gathered myself, I rolled onto my back and pulled Neró into my side. He snuggled into me, pressing his face into my shoulder, and sighed in content.

"Mm, I really like not being in control for once," he said as he playfully bit my ear.

I yawned with a wide smile on my face. "For you, Guppy, I'll take charge whenever you want."

We both quickly fell asleep in each other's arms. 

*

For a full year, Neró and I saw each other. Finally, I said good-bye to Ryan and became a merman permanently. 

We were in love, and I was happy. We eventually had a family, and I knew that this family would never abandon me. I was lucky enough to have a 'happily ever after.'

I thanked God everyday for the rest of my life that the spell Ryan and I had found was real.



SpellsRUs: Urge for Self Loving



My thanks to:

J R Parz, the inventor of the Master PC universe, one of the better class of MC stories. 

My heartfelt appreciation to J R D author of the magnetically compelling Witch Chronicles series.

Xanthos Pendragon , his Master PC Eclectic's Edition reminded me of the consequences of messing about with others' actions and how it troubles the conscience of the self-respecting, not to mention frequent mentions in this little yarn. 

Bill Hart, creator of the Spells R Us and it's Wizard, master of the fine print, Robert Heinlein for writing such wonderful classics as Stranger in a Strange Land, and finally, all of you out there who read these stories..

And now, on with the story!

*

As best I can recall now, the whole life-changing incident occurred in spring time. You'll have to forgive my blurred memory. At this distance, it becomes difficult to remember exact dates. Anyway, on with the whole sordid story. So, let me just tell my story, and if you want to alter anything to make it fit together better, be my guest. I'd be the last guy on the planet to insist on accuracy if it's lack makes a better story.

It was an average spring morning. The temperature was somewhere in the high sixties, a bit overcast. Since I had the day off work, I decided to spend the day surfing the 'Net. 

A few bits of junk e-mail, nothing worth even a first look. Anything in newsgroups? Nope, nothing.

Let's try some of the story archives... Ahh, here we go. A new Master PC story. Download that. Nothing new from J R D. Oh well. J R Parz got anything? Yup, here we go. Nothing else interesting. Must be a slow day.

I logged off the 'Net, opened up MS Word, and started reading. The new Master PC story wasn't all that interesting, just the usual 'geek gets ultimate power, geek uses ultimate power to enslave most of the distaff gender'. How dull. 

J R Parz, however, never fails to entertain. Sometimes it's sad seeing what some people do with such a good story idea. Too bad the Master PC doesn't exist. Or does it, and I'm just not finding it?

What the hell, it's not like I've got anything better to do today. I logged back onto the 'Net, and started cruising the search engine sites. Entering 'Master PC' gets me a few hits, but even adding in 'Xanthos Pendragon' and a few other items doesn't give me jack. OK, then, time to take off the kid gloves. I went back to the search engines, but I found the occult ones a much better resource. Most of them only were reviews of various Master PC stories, but a few others were more enlightening. Wait a sec, some of these posts have attached files. Let's see.....

Paydirt! "Master. Exe!" Download that sucker now! As the computer downloads the file, I rub my hands in anticipation. "Wait a sec... If Master PC DOES exist, what're the chances that some of those stories are real? Wha... Xanthos! His backtrack-and-erase add on must have taken effect. So Master PC is limited to those people that had the file before his wipe. Shit!" I was pissed. Xan's actions I approved of in broad terms, 'cause who knew what'd happen if a bunch of repressed computer geeks got a hold of god-like power, but when it came to myself, I thought I was smart enough and selfish enough not to get stupid with it. I pulled up Xanthos' story, and reread the initial few chapters. Aha! He put a back door on the program just in case he had to reload the thing! Now all I have to do is guess what he'd have made the password...

Hell, how'm I to know what he chose? I ruminated for a while, the computer having finally finished downloading. I knew enough programming to know that Xan's virus wouldn't take effect until the program had been unzipped and a set number of failed passwords was entered. If he were really smart, he'd have nested the commands, and used something simple so that if one of his wives had to reload the program, they wouldn't have to work too hard.

"Lessee, what would I use if I were paranoid, but wanting to cover my ass at the same time?"

I unzipped Master. Exe while I thought. The Install Wizard window popped up, and I entered the file path I wanted. I lit a cigarette while I waited, then decided that I had nothing to lose. I tried the first thing that came to mind. When the Master Control Console opened up, a smaller window for password entry popped up. I typed in "Xanthos Pendragon needs the Master PC". No dice. Second try, probably 2 of 3 chances I'd get. Shit! Better make this good! "I need the Master PC!" Failure. What the hell, if it worked, I'd never need to remember it again, and if it failed, I'd forget all about Master PC being real. "Xanthos Pendragon's backdoor." Success!!

I'd done it! I now had the reality-warping, body-altering, mind-controlling program at my beck and call. First things first, though, that nasty little password has to go!

"Please enter User's Name." 'Jason'

"Welcome to the Master PC control center. You now have access to the Master PC, and can act as a god to all those around you!"

Good, I'd hate to think I went through all that work for some damn registry cleaner or something.

"Enter Subject's Name." 'Jason *******' The view window on the right of the Control console now had the oddly-familiar image of my body, wearing the shorts and T-shirt I had on, spinning on a wire-frame globe. Under the Intelligence heading, the original reading was "Genius level intelligence" with a bar extending from room-temperature intellect all the way past Einstein. I decided on just a simple upgrade, to Mega-Genius. The elapsed time was 10 seconds, a decent interval while I pondered if this was really such a good idea. 10 seconds later, I agreed with my initial impulse. My mind was now much broader in scope, with an enhanced memory, and much faster processing speed. Now that I had the brainpower to accomplish the feats, I decided that my first order of business was to construct for myself an override for the Master PC. I didn't want just anyone to be able to use it to ruin all my fun.

I decided to follow Xanthos' lead and input a few password controls over my person, to prevent anyone from altering me with this or any other computer with the Master. However, I knew (from my own recent escapade) that it was possible for someone with enough information on me to reconstruct my thought processes to get the password. Better to have too much protection than to risk my ass on getting fried by arrogance. I gave myself complete understanding of current state-of-the-art electronics, and after a little thought on the matter, decided to construct a micro EMP for my person. Anyone trying to overwrite my own alterations with Master PC would have to get past the EMP to do it. Not bad, and if I happened to be close enough, I could short out the computer running the program. Now, though, I had the diagram in my head, but no materials with which to make it, and less in the way of funds for it. Hell!

Wait a second! Master PC! I could use it to... Typing rapidly, I gave myself the ability to rearrange all non-living matter that I touched into other material of my choice. Great! Problem solved! "Why bother with body-shaping when I've got the Master?" I mused aloud. I left my bedroom and went out into my backyard. I gathered up a few chunks of wood, since I had it to spare. A visualization and touch later, I had the materials I needed. It was the work of a few hours to make the micro EMP, but I knew it was well spent. With a sigh of relief, and feeling a little more secure in my power, I went back inside and proceeded to start playing with the Master. A few tweaks here and there, mostly to immunize myself against diseases and with regeneration to take care of injuries. Also, from my readings on the matter, I knew that women had something like 40 percent more in the sensory nerves department than men, making them much more susceptible to touch and sensation. What the hell. I added in those as well. When that little change went through, I realized why women didn't have to be visually oriented. Why should they, when they can get such a charge out of the fabric of their clothes? No wonder the fabrics marketed to women cost so much, it was a guaranteed sale! An application of my new power over matter changed the nubby cotton I was wearing into silk, but without changing it's appearance. Much better!

Some of my more traditional changes also registered their approval. My new, thicker dick stirred. I hadn't added anything to it's length, just it's width. I was now 40 percent thicker, no longer a pencil dick. As it continued to rub against my silk underwear, I started to get hard. I thought for a moment about just letting it happen, but I was too interested in playing with the computer. A twitch of mental muscle, and my half-erect member subsided into dormancy. Time enough for games later. After another twenty minutes and a few changes later, mostly to make my other changes not noticeable to anyone that knew me before and to keep anyone else from messing around with my computer, I was starting to run down on energy. My new brainpower told me that the energy to rearrange matter had to come from somewhere, and the best source for that was me. I went back upstairs and raided the kitchen, making off with a few cans of tuna fish and some chips, while I ordered 3 pizzas from a nearby pizza place. I transmuted a few extra socks into some cash, and while I waited for the delivery guy to get there with the food, I reread some of my fave stories from the 'Net, gathering more ideas. Downloading the entire Master PC program into my head was interesting, but not interesting enough for me to monkey with my mind any more. A better idea suggested itself from the other extreme of my stories. Bill Hart's Spells-R-Us Wizard's image floated around my brain for a little while, seeming to indicate my subconscious' interest in the idea. I decided to try it. I input the command 'Give to me all of the magic usable by the Wizard of Spells-R-Us and the knowledge to make the magic work." I sat back in anticipation. A shift in my mind came rapidly, filling up my enlarged memory to the brim. "No wonder Wizards use spellbooks. Too much here to risk forgetting." I transmuted a pair of shoes into a large leather-bound tome, and with the aid of a spell in my head, I transmitted all of my spells into the book. I had to transmute more stuff into books to hold all the spells, there were SO many of them!

A knock at the door, and my dog's barking told me that the pizza delivery guy was here. I edged past Savage, and slid out the door. The pizza guy took my transmuted money without a second glance, along with a large tip for getting here early. I waited till he was back in his car, then slipped back into the house, where the dog was waiting. Between the two of us, we polished off all three pies, and I turned the boxes into a long cylinder of balsa wood, since I'd probably need to material for something eventually. Besides which, I didn't feel like answering any questions from my parents on where I'd managed to get the cash for pizza (Yes, I know, what kind of guy lives at home when he's an adult? Only a geek.) Besides which, with Master PC and my new talents to work with, I should have the whole matter under control shortly, so why make more work for myself? Come to that, I thought about the concerns of the federal government, the IRS, and other various political entities, not to mention the other users of Master PC. If I wanted to avoid notice, I should do something not-too-remarkable about my money problems. My concerns were valid, as I couldn't continue to live off my parents forever, but I was now even less inclined to work for a living. All of my material needs could be seen to by virtue of my matter-rearrangement abilities, and who knew what I was capable of with my new spells?

Okay, what was the easiest way to get some money to assuage my worldly financial needs while according the least attention to my personal life? A little thought clarified the matter. I needed a job. But not one as an executive, I lacked the requisite experience, not to mention the toadying skills usually prerequisite with such a job. Also, without a job, I was unlikely to leave the house. Big problem. Okay, now, how do I get a job that lets me live on my own, while not requiring me to either alter someone's mind with the Master or being a bootlicker? Back to the bookstore, I guess. But that job was boring as hell, not to mention stressful.... Hold the phone! What if I had a duplicate? Someone else to work while I played, and if I felt the need to do something ordinary, I could switch places with him! Sounds great to me! A little fiddling with the Master proved fruitless, about all I could do with that was alter someone else to be my duplicate. Boring, not to mention cruel. Why involve someone else, their family, and anyone else that was watching? Maybe the Wizard's spells could help out. I searched through my memory, and found just what I needed. It was possible, via a simple Clone spell, to make an exact duplicate of myself with just a little semen, blood, and hair. I pulled the hair, and nicked my arm with my pocket knife to get the blood. Then all I needed was the semen. I smiled to myself as I released the controls I'd imposed on my dick.

With my enhanced nervous system and a well-practiced hand, I went to work. A few minutes work (and a little lube) later, I had the semen I required. Unfortunately, the dog picked that minute to start barking at my mother's car, which had just pulled up in the driveway. 

"Shit!" I yelled at the ceiling. A simple rearrangement of a couple of cigarette butts yielded a small corked test tube, into which I scraped my seed. "Guess this'll have to wait." I put the tube in my junk drawer and sat down on my bed, picking up one of my new spellbooks to kill the time till dinner. My mom came in, I yelled that I was home, and so proceeded a normal evening. I went upstairs an hour or so later, when Paul, my stepdad, yelled out that dinner was ready. Over the meal, my folks asked if I had had any luck with my job seeking, and I replied that I had a few leads, some stuff I was going to work on the next morning. They wished me luck, and I thanked them. No stupid revenge on my folks, hopefully I'd manage to steer around the other distasteful aspects of the average Master PC user as well as I had this one. After dinner, we watched the usual Tuesday night TV, dateline and so forth. After an evening of this, I was anxious to get back to my tinkering. I waited till they went to bed, and went back to work.

"Okay, now, what next?" I muttered to myself as I collected my materials. Blood, hair, and seed. What else did I need for this spell? Enough water to comprise a human body. Well, I wasn't going to spend the night hauling water in buckets into my bedroom. The bathtub would have to do. A like amount of at least once-living matter. Was I going to have to go digging in graveyards like some bargain-basement Frankenstein? No, wait, the wood in the back yard! Once-living, all right! The spell's description said it would take a few hours to complete, so I'd better get to work, since I'd need the darkness for the spell to work at all. A few simple keystrokes with Master PC, and my folks would sleep till morning, and my brother and sister wouldn't come home till after sunrise. Perfect!

Hours later......

I sat on the toilet, staring into the bathtub at what once had been a pile of wood with a smattering of semen, hair, and blood. Staring back at me was my clone, down to the pierced ears and dyed hair. 

"Holy shit." We said in stereo. When we heard the other speaking in synch, we both laughed.

"Hiya Jason." I said.

"Hi Jay." He replied. He snickered again. "Did you remember to bring me any clothes?"

"Sorry, I forgot. Here." I stuck my hand into the water still surrounding him and shaped him a pair of shorts and T-shirt like I had on. "Better?"

"Much. Not that I mind seeing me naked, but I don't think we need to get into a bad habit." 

"Good point. You want I should give you a minute alone?" I was conscious of my own clothed state, and wanted to give him any privacy he required. 

"Please, if you don't mind." I stood and left him, standing out in the hallway. A peek at my wristwatch told me that it was almost 6 am. 

"Shit! I almost forgot, Paul's going to need to get up." I turned and knocked on the bathroom door.

"Jay! Better get a move on, Paul's going to be getting up soon!"

"Oh fuck. I forgot." He opened the door and we both went back down to the basement. "Shit, this could get complicated real quick."

"You said it, dude." We heard the master bedroom door open, and someone coming out. Jay looked at me for a minute, then pointed at the computer. My alterations to it had made it impossible for anyone else but me to touch it, but he WAS me! I nodded, trusting him implicitly, and followed him over to the desk. He typed in under Command:? 'Give me the power to mentally communicate with my clone'. 

Geez, I'd forgotten that the Clone spell would have cloned me as I currently was, post-Master PC alterations! He had my enhanced intelligence, and all of the other changes too!

As the command kicked in, I felt an extra sense unfolding inside my head. I reached out with it towards Jay, and made contact.

"Damn, that worked even better than I thought!"

"Don't you mean WE thought?"

"True. Now what? We're two of the most powerful beings on this planet, and we're more alike than identical twins!"

"Well, first things first. We'd better change my name, so that any changes we make to one of us leaves the other alone."

"Good point. Any name you prefer?"

"Anything except Steven. I HATE that name."

"How about Peter?"

"Works for me."

I typed in 'Rename my clone Peter *******'. The command separated us from each other, and I felt a little loss at this. Peter remarked mentally that he felt the same, but that the command was for the best. Also at his prompting, I removed his spell-casting ability, and his ability to use the computer. When I asked him why, he simply replied, "Because one of us with god-like power is enough. Besides which, I trust you. And if I need anything done with the Master or with your spells, I can always ask. It's too complicated and risky to have two of us running around." I agreed, and entered the commands. He could no longer manipulate reality with spells or the computer, but I made his alteration commands even more complex and encrypted it with a mirror spell on the program. 

While Paul was in the shower and unlikely to hear us, I started up the CD player and took the opportunity to talk with Peter. "So, how do you feel?" I asked.

"Just like you, you dope!" he said with a smile.

"Dumb question, I know, but still, I had to ask." Both of us seemed to regard mental communication as something to used only when other methods didn't work. "Got any suggestions as to how we avoid notice till we get out of this house?"

"Well, we could use Master PC to keep them from noticing that we're twins, just ignore whichever of us comes into the room second or whichever of us they don't expect to see there."

"Good call. We'll use that one." I typed, and so it was done. Anyone that was looking or expecting to see me would only see one of us at a time, and the other would be ignored, completely invisible or unnoticeable. I added in a second command, making it so that when we spoke to each other, noone would hear anything unusual or suspect us of talking to ourself(ves). Peter approved of this addition, and made an additional one. " Cast a spell over us so that if we're together, and two people are looking for each of us, they'll only speak to one of us." I did so, and so we avoided a small hole in my programming logic. 

"Groovy. Now we can talk without suspicion. Although we'll have to avoid being together at a party or anything, just to avoid confusion." I smiled, pleased with myself. I looked at my twin, unable to help my insatiable curiosity. I'd always been too prying for my own good. I studied his form, mirror to my own. All I'd done with Master PC was to slightly tone up what muscles I had, not wanting or liking a muscle-bound frame. We were both sleek without being scrawny, and just muscular enough to convey power without the overload of too many hormones. I reached out and started rubbing his chest, causing both of us to shudder.




SpellsRUs: Urge for Self Loving



"Don't do that! You know neither of us is gay!" he growled at me. 

" I know, I just wanted to see my... our reaction." I replied. Then, I had a brainstorm. Smiling evilly, I pulled one of my spellbooks off the floor where I'd left them, and started to browse. I could feel his suspicions, and heard his mental knocking on my mind, but I shook my head and kept reading. Finally, I found what I was looking for. For those of you who've never read the stories, the specialty of the Spells-R-Us is gender changing spells and artifacts. I'd found one of the Wizard's temporary sex-change spells, and with a few words and gestures, I cast the spell onto myself. With a rapid ballooning, my shirt was suddenly filled with something besides just muscle and bone, now there were tits! My hair, already long, was suddenly a lot longer, now down to my ankles! My hips were much wider, and my previously non-existent butt was stretching out my favorite pair of shorts. What I had failed to take into account, however, were the effects I'd programmed into myself via Master PC. My already-enhanced nerves were now quadrupled in frequency, to the point where I was about to pass out from too much stimuli just from the clothes I was wearing and the random breeze coming from the box fan in the corner. I started shuddering in ecstasy, and through my fluttering eyelids I saw Peter's face break into a grin with more than a little lust behind it. 

The smirking little bastard rubbed his fingertips around the neckline of my shirt, and I almost came right then and there. A little moan escaped my lips, and Peter's grin got even nastier. He grabbed me around the waist, sending even more paroxysms of sensation down my body as he picked me up and put me down on the futon. With a pair of scissors he got out of my desk, he started cutting the clothes off of me, but when I got my scrambled wits together enough to shake my head he stopped and stared quizzically at me. Apparently, he'd forgotten all about my abilities to reshape matter, and also that he shared them. With a touch and an evil smile of my own, I dissolved my clothes into oxygen molecules and started squirming sensually on the futon. He got on at the other end of the futon, and as he started crawling up to lay on top of me, I used my powers again, so that he matched me in undress. He looked down at himself, startled at the change, then sat back on his haunches to look me over. This time, when I felt him prodding at my mind, I let him in.

"Dear god almighty, we would have made a gorgeous woman!"

"You really think so, Pete?"

"Hells yes, woman, haven't you seen yourself...of course you haven't. Here." He recalled his power over matter quickly enough, and shaped a mirror out of one of the throw pillows on the bed. He turned it to face me, and my eyes widened in amazement. Instead of the stark black hair I'd had as a man, my hair was back to it's natural chestnut brown, but with some reddish highlights in it. My eyes weren't hazel, but instead were a light brown, making a nice contrast with my darker hair. My face was still the same overall, but softer, it's angles less harsh. My beard was of course gone, and instead of the simple hoop earrings I now had slightly dangling metal feathers in my ears. I recalled what I knew of the spell I'd used; it would draw on an alternate universe, one where I'd been born a girl, and would temporarily reshape my body into that one. The drawbacks to the spell were that I couldn't use magic like this, and if my programming logic was correct, I was unable to touch the computer as well until the spell wore off. Mercifully, the spell itself would wear off in two hours, so I decided not to waste what I had. I dissolved the mirror back into a pillow, and let it drop to the floor. I spread my now-hairless long legs to my lover, and he dove to his task with a will. With what he knew to be my responses to arousal, he was quite easily able to eat me to an orgasm. 

His tongue laved my clit in arabesques of fleshly desire, leaving me even more enflamed with lust. I bit down on my thumb and moaned in approval. Ever so slowly, he edged his way back out of my snatch and began nibbling gently on my inner thighs. I howled my approval, knowing that noone would be able to tell that I was making noise at all since it was with Peter. Apparently, my female counterpart in whatever universe she was from had accessed the Master PC as well, because there were a few additions that I'd not have thought of nor put into my own computer. As I reached my peak, I apparently began exuding clouds of pheromones, further inflaming my lover. Also, I had the ability to lactate with my lust-increased bust. The milk was apparently the source of these pheromones, because when I managed to spray Pete with my spray, he lost all interest in tonguing me further, and to be honest, I forgot about it as well...

With a bestial growl, he crawled his way up my body, palming my tits somewhat roughly on his way up. I squirmed in pain and pleasure at this, and tried to kiss him, but I was rebuffed. Apparently in apology, one of his hands snaked down to toy with my woman-flesh again. At this point, I'd had enough foreplay. My new nervous system knew what it wanted, and decided to take control of the situation. I reached out and grabbed his dick, ever so gently maneuvering it into position. With a gentleness I'd thought forgotten in him, Peter eased his cock into me, pausing momentarily at my hymen. His girth stimulated me greatly, and after the tearing pain of my deflowering, I started to slowly ease my way further down his dick. My pleasure only increased as I slid down, and from what I could see on his face, he was just as happy. In a haze of pleasure, I recalled the sole sexual experience I'd had up to this point. I'd been relatively old to lose my virginity, at nineteen, and my lover and I weren't sexually compatible. Her idea of foreplay was to turn off the lights and just lay there. Not one of the better times in my life, and I was just as happy to have had it in this case, as I knew what Peter would find pleasing in his lover. I clenched my inner muscles tightly, almost to the point of pain, while coaxing him onto his back while I rode him. His hands slid up my front, grazing my still-leaking tits on their way upwards. His fingers intertwined with my hair, and he used his strength to firmly seat me on his dick. We continued our mutual exploration for hours after that, but what we found worked best was for me to be sitting on his lap, his cock firmly lodged in my pussy while I fed him from my breast. That orgasm was best of all, I think.

Afterwards, we'd curled up on the bed, with me being spooned with him behind. Unfortunately, we were still in that position while the spell wore off. I woke up after it happened, but I'd slept longer than Pete, who woke up with his dick up against my back. The look on his face was mortified, as he had morning wood at the time. I smiled, shook my head, and got out of bed. "No need to apologize, Pete. When we fell asleep, I was a woman, and now I'm a man. Physical reactions happen. No shame." I felt a twinge of loss at my female form, but it was more from curiosity satisfied than anything else. I got my shorts from the previous day back on, and tossed Pete another pair. A glance at the clock told me that I was unlikely to find anyone else still in the house, but I was still cautious. I knew I'd need to get out of this house, particularly if my fervid imaginings were to take form. I looked around the house, but even my sister, who was on vacation at the time, was gone. I smiled, and booted up my stepdad's computer, which had a better connection to the Internet than my dial-up. On impulse, I raided the kitchen while it booted. I scarfed down half a sandwich and soda, and immediately felt better. Must have been from the magic and the matter-rearrangement.

I bellowed downstairs for Pete to come up and start hunting up things on the Internet while I did some work with Master PC. With a little effort, I refrained from teasing him about his blushes whenever he looked at me. He asked me what he should be looking up, and I told him. "Look for retail book stores. Any of them will be convenient, as long as they have stores in other states." He shrugged and started searching for openings. Back downstairs, I puttered around some more, remembering that I'd need to stabilize Peter's body while I was at it. I wasn't sure if the Clone spell would work forever, but better to be certain. I used Master PC to lock his body in to it's current shape, no longer subject to magic, except at his whim. Since I had the experience now to work with, I shaped my last remaining shoe into a micro EMP for Peter to wear. While I'd finished with the device, I started thinking about what had happened last night; I'd gotten hold of Master PC, turned myself into a Wizard (or at least the SUCCESSFUL apprentice of one), cloned myself with a spell, changed my gender, and then back again. Holy shit, I'd been having an eventful 24 hours. 

Still, I found myself day dreaming again about my gender-change. While I didn't want to alter things so severely as to be female full time, it was something I'd keep in mind for the future. Maybe another clone, this time in female form.... Still, such matters would have to wait a bit. First, I needed a place of my own, or perhaps I should say OUR own. From upstairs, Peter yelled out, "Jay, there's an opening for a café manager at a book shop down in Lexington, Kentucky! You interested?" I pondered momentarily. Lexington was far enough out of the area that noone I knew was likely to just drop in on me uninvited. It'd be cheaper to live out there, probably cheap enough that with some 'roommates' I could afford a decent sized house. With a little money and a couple of months of watching the market, I knew I could make a decent sized pile of money, and enough accountants to manage it for me without having to get overly involved. Following some advice I got out of a Robert Heinlein book, I decided that I could have my clones working just long enough to get the money we'd need, spend a year or so building up my fortune, then pay out more in taxes than I got in income, and draw a fat rebate every year. Or I'd figure out something with an accountant to where that's what happened. Finally, I decided that we'd have to move out to Lexington, which was going to take some doing, since I had almost no funds to begin with.

Monkeying with banks wasn't a prospect I found to be safe enough to risk, so I started off small. I figured with a job, and some starter cash I'd make, we could afford a cheap apartment in Lexington. I knew that in amounts of less than 500 dollars most people would be reluctant to contact a bank, so I'd produce the cash and convert it into postal money orders. With those and a local bank account, getting a deposit and apartment would be easy. If all else failed, though, I'd rewrite reality with Master PC, although I was loathe to do so. Fortunately, via the Internet, I was able to at least temporarily reserve us an appointment with a real estate agent. The landlords in Kentucky must've been desperate for business, because Phil, the manager I talked with, didn't even hesitate when I said that my first, last and security deposit would have to be paid in money orders or cash. And before you ask, I set a spell on all of this cash to be destroyed with the next burn run when they were at the Treasury Department. All of it would be absorbed into the electronic system, only to appear as debits and credits. All in all, a fairly neat way to avoid detection, I thought.

I ran the idea past Peter, and he ratified it, as I thought he would. Now would come step one. We had to get out of this state. With Pete's help and a few rolls of packing tape and some boxes, all of my/our stuff was packed up. All of the essential stuff was compacted into enough boxes that would fill a small U-Haul unit with the aid of a few helpful spells. I called ahead and reserved us a U-Haul, and would pick it up in a few days. Now all I had to do was break the news to my folks. When they got home, I outlined my plan, including some fairly ingenious evasions. So it was that we began our journey out of the DC area.

A few days later, on the road to Kentucky, Peter was finally comfortable with being ignored, although it made it difficult for him to avoid being stepped on or injured when we were around people that knew me before. Since they were expecting to see me, that's usually who they saw, with the result that Pete was often trampled, or had to jump aside to avoid being hit. I tried to minimize it by avoiding people in the area, and that probably helped to no end. I knew that to avoid confusion I'd have to alter my commands slightly when we got to Kentucky, but I was in no hurry. Finally, after a day on the road, we arrived in Lexington. After a brief stop to get a hotel room for us to stay in, we went to meet Phil.

Phil was overjoyed to find someone looking for a house in the depressed housing market in Lexington, so much so that he didn't even bother to lie when we were looking at condos. I figured it would be a good investment once I got the cash together, and with a little effort, that wouldn't take too long.

"Well, gentlemen, this is the last one. Southern exposure on three rooms including the kitchen, a building out in the middle of nowhere with a view of the lake, and we'll even arrange to have it repainted, if you'd like. What do you think?" By mutual agreement, Peter did all of the talking. I wanted to do my best to remain as invisible as possible. 

"What's the cost? I mean, we can't afford to pay anything beyond (x)." Pete enjoyed bartering, a surprising development of his character. He'd already managed to get Phil off the topic of full blown houses in the area, and managed to snooker him into showing us the condos. However, sometimes he overdid things. "And not to mention, what are we going to do when we want to throw a party? I didn't see a clubhouse when we pulled in here..."

"Well, in your price range, there's not a lot to be had, Peter. However, if that's what you want, the company has a few properties in some controlled-access facilities only a stone's throw away." Phil was desperately trying to sell us something, probably so he'd have some money to eat off of this month. Peter's wrangling was also starting to get a little nitpicky, so I decided to intervene.

"We'll take it, Phil." The poor fool actually jumped when I spoke, since I hadn't said more than a word or a grunt in the entire time he'd been with us. "When can we move in?"

"Well, if you wanted to, you could move in tomorrow, but I have to tell you that you'd pay an extra fee for immediate occupancy. That's assuming you'd even qualify to live here." Gods bless the man, he was at least relatively honest for a real estate broker. 

"Not a problem, Phil. We've sunk most of what we've got into this little jaunt. No sense wasting money on a hotel when we could spend less of it per diem on a permanent residence."

"Well, I can tell you didn't just fall off the turnip truck." He smiled, and even did it nicely. " I remember how it was when I moved out for the first time, I felt the same way." I liked Phil; he wanted to get us set up in something so he'd get paid, he was up front about that, but he wouldn't stick us with a shithole. "If you'll just fill out the application, we'll get the ball rolling." I held out my hand, and got the application forms. I had every intention of filling them out, and even if I were normally not approve-able to the complex, a little typing with Master PC would have all that sorted out. Phil led us back outside, and locked up. However, I had little intention of staying in a place where the cum-stains on the sheets were someone else's. After Phil left, we'd circle back around and start making ourselves at home. I looked over at my twin and smirked. Once Phil was out of earshot, he asked me what was up. I explained my plan, and neither of us saw much harm in using the Master PC to ensure our approval.

"Gods, it's so good to be out of Virginia!" Pete enthused. I echoed him, and slapped him lightly on the back. 

"Without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, let's get this show on the road." We got back into the car, and followed Phil back out of the complex. "I know why I want this place, but why were you so dead set on it?" I asked.

"Because I like the lake view. Not to mention that it's out far enough to prevent anyone from getting too curious. And yourself?"

"The lack of a gate. The last thing either of us needs is someone tracking our movements. If someone puts two and two together, someone might come knocking one night, and I'm too lazy to spend my life pumping iron in a jail or drooling in a mental ward." He nodded in approval. As time went on and our experience varied, Pete and I were becoming more different. He was developing the more aggressive persona, and I was beginning to retreat further back, as was my nature. I always preferred to work behind the scenes, but Pete had taken the melodramatic tendencies and put it to good use. I wondered how different we might become as time progressed, and decided to shelve it for another day. For now, I was just going to enjoy having someone that thought like me, but wasn't going to look at me strangely for it.

"Jay?"

"Yeah?"

"I've been thinking. How much effort would it be for you to do the Clone spell again?"

"Not too much, why? You want to make this a triad instead of a duet?" I smiled.

"Well, not exactly. I was thinking that this time we could make a woman." I was so startled by this that I lapsed into mental communication with him.

"You what???"

"You heard me, you're not deaf. Besides which, do I need to remind you of how attractive you were as a woman?"

"No, the memories are pretty vivid," I riposted. "But what brought the whole thing on?"

"Just a random thought I'd been having. I was thinking that we seem to be turning down our own roads as we progress. I'm not an exact copy of you anymore. I was curious to see what would happen if there were a girl version of us." I thought carefully before I replied, this time aloud.

"But she might...never mind. It's an interesting thought, but let's get settled into the condo before we start mucking around again. It's bad enough we're going to have to fill out all of this damn paperwork, much less get all of our stuff unpacked in the next day or so." A flash of insight cracked through my brain right then, and it seemed like such a good idea that I had to follow through with it. I whipped out my laptop, turned it on and loaded up the Control Console. 

"What're you doing?" Peter queried.

"Just hang on a second. I'll tell you when I'm done." I typed rapidly for a moment, and when the command executed, I felt a small tension release from my conscience. "I just removed my matter-rearrangement power."

"Why in hell'd you do that?" Pete seemed genuinely confused for a moment, until I started explaining.

"It only seemed fair, Pete. I've got the Control Console, and I've got all of the old Wizard's magic. All you had was enhanced brain power and the matter-rearrangement touch. I wanted to even the playing field." His scowl lessened, and he actually smiled. 

" OK, I guess that makes sense. Hell, who am I to argue with my brother and Maker?" He stuck his tongue out at me. "Although you've still got influence over matter, what with all those spells. I should know, I remember a good chunk of what's in those books too."

"Yeah, but it still takes me time. Everyone should be made to feel special, particularly by those that love 'em." I squeezed his shoulder. 

"I love you too, you goofball. Now, you ready to turn around, or should we stop for some food?"




SpellsRUs: Urge for Self Loving



"Turnaround is fine with me, chief." I was practically itching to try out some of the more intriguing spells I'd gotten. "Besides which, you can make food... shit, I guess you can't, can you?"

"I dunno, I've never tried. Since it ain't living, I should be able to. But I think we'd better have something else available in case it doesn't work. That little trick takes a fair bit out of the body, as I'm sure you noticed, so we'll need to keep buying at least SOME non-created food." I nodded. "Mind if I stop at the Burger King? I'm starving." I shrugged in dismissal, and continued to play with the Control Console. When we pulled up to the drive-thru, I decided to have just a little fun with the teller. I read her name off her nametag, and put it into the Subject line.

Subject's Name?: Barbara

Command?: Provide readout of Subject's thoughts on-screen.

I watched as the cute little blonde's thoughts scrawled across the screen. She was primarily thinking about how she was going to get enough gas in her car to get home, seeing as how the cheapasses that ran the BK were having to mail her a new check to replace the one that had gotten lost. I smiled and opened my mind to Peter, and shared with him the girl's thoughts. He asked what I had in mind, and I told him to flirt with the girl. We needed to get some information on this area, after all, and a local source would save us some time. With his responses tuned by the Control Console and my mental prompting, he'd promptly asked the young lady to dinner, and offered to pick her up here when it was time. She countered by saying that she'd want to bring someone along just so she'd feel safe, and Peter didn't even bat an eyelash. All of this took less than a minute, too, which had been my deadline. Barb, as I'd discovered she preferred to be called, was good at her job, and had delivered our food and flirted with Pete all within 45 seconds. I was impressed. I'd never been quite that glib when I'd been shoveling hash. Matters were set, and we'd meet Barb and her friend here at about 7:30. Pete and I nodded in unison, and we set off back towards our future home. On the trip over, Peter asked me to put the application paperwork on his knee. I asked him why. 

"Just a little experiment," he replied. I finished my fry, and shuffled the papers back out of my laptop's case. After I laid them on his knee, his eyebrows drew together for a moment, and then released.

"Take a look, and tell me what the papers look like now," he instructed me. I shrugged, picked up the papers, and looked, my eyes widening as I looked. Instead of the blank forms they'd been when I put them in the case, they were now neatly filled out in black handwriting, MY handwriting! 

"How'd you do that?" A flash of processing time later, I answered my own question. "Ah, now THAT'S what I call a little matter rearranging! What did you use for the base material?"

"Just the grease from this crappy burger," he replied, polishing off his 4th cheeseburger in as many minutes. He crumpled up the wrapper in one hand and threw it into the sack of garbage. "I figured it wouldn't be nearly as hard as making polymer steel out of wood chunks." 

" I guess not. Ink's a lot simpler compound, but oil's even simpler. I must have done better'n I thought when I upgraded my brain." He grinned evilly at me.

"Yeah, you certainly did. I just can't wait to really test 'em out. That girl Barb and her friend oughtta do nicely, we can get some feedback on the body remodeling you've done." His grin turned lustful, and he reached down and patted his dick fondly. "After all, I don't have to worry about knocking some girl up or getting an STD with this bad boy." He referred to some of my alterations, making him sterile and immune to diseases. I shook my head in mock dismay.

"Less than a week old, and you're already turning into a teenager. How fast they grow up," I sighed, and then busted out laughing. Peter drove us around for a little longer, then we headed back to the complex. It was the work of only a minute or two to 'discourage' anyone from coming up to this floor of the building via a short spell. Peter's touch opened the door, but unfortunately, he chose to do it by removing the hinges of the door. He looked at me sheepishly.

" I don't know exactly how locks and tumblers work, so how was I going to fix it?" I nodded. After all, his power worked by his understanding. He could have removed the lock with his power, but how was he to replace it? He would have been completely unable to replicate the delicate internal mechanisms of the lock, which would have raised suspicion, so he'd removed the hinges, which he COULD remake as necessary. Together we hefted the steel-core security door inside, and leaned it against the wall. 

We looked around the empty rooms, trying to decide what should go where, and the exact logistics for what we had in mind for the future. I said, "Pete, we'd better set aside a couple of these for a lab. I don't know about you, but kitchen magic ain't high on my list of favorite things."

"Better make it two or more. Gods know what either of us'll get into later on. And is it me, or does the paint job on this place suck?" He was right, the complex must have hired a crew of crack-smoking monkeys to do the painting. There were globs of paint everywhere, matting into the carpet, with light streaks of the original paint still peeking through. "I'll start on that, if you wanna get moving on whatever you've got in mind." I agreed, and we went to work. Pete swept around the apartment, reworking the paint so that it was even, and even pulling up the carpet in a few places. When I heard the ripping sound of the carpet staples giving way, I raised my eyebrow. He responded, " I hate this crap. Better to have hardwood floors." I shrugged and went back to weaving spells. I was weaving spells into the walls themselves to protect us from storms, electrical surges and burglars. I watched as best I could as Peter reworked the carpet into teakwood floors, only overriding his choices when he would have given us a pine-pale floor. Too hard to keep clean, in my opinion. I had him make it a dark reddish tone, so we could ignore the mopping if we got too busy. "Wait a sec, Pete, I've got an idea." I dug out one of my spellbooks, and started rummaging. First order of business once we'd gotten set up, I promised myself, I was gonna write an index for these things so I didn't have to keep hunting for what I wanted. I puttered with a few spells, and finally got what I wanted. I got Peter to conjure me some white paint, and I overlaid one of the walls with a large, intricate diagram, surrounded by words in archaic languages. He looked at me askance. 

"What's that? Not bad artistically, but I could have gone for some babe in a bikini." He mock-leered for a moment.

"Just another example of efficient laziness, bro. This is a general housekeeping spell. Lint, dust, extraneous grease marks, shed hair and the like will be banished by this li'l beaut. Why waste time with housework when you can get magic to do it for you?" I smiled broadly and patted myself on the back.

"Good call. I suppose it WILL free up a lot of time. What about laundry and dishes, though?"

"I'll worry about that later. Let's get this carpet up, I've got all of the primary protections in place, and I'll tweak it later. Never worry about what you can put off till later, that's my motto." I looked out the window. "Shit, it's getting dark. We don't have power yet, but I think I can get us something..." I muttered a few words I'd run across in the book, and small globes of white light appeared , pinwheeling in an intricate pattern in the middle of the room. "Take one of those into each room, that way we won't have to worry about finding our way in the dark." He nodded and hauled off a few of them. I took the remainder, and so we had ourselves some light. For a few hours more, we puttered around, remaking the place itself into what we wanted.

The Next Day

I woke up at about 8 am, rather surprisingly. Until now, I'd always been more of a night person, and since we'd not gotten back to the hotel till 3 am, I'd only had about 5 hours under my belt. Not feeling inclined to go back to sleep, I went over and said Peter's name loudly a few times, till he woke up. I could have shaken him, but both of us hated that. "Pete, wake up!" His eyelids creaked open, and he looked like hell. I guess all of our renovations had really sucked the juice out of him. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like he'd dropped a great deal of weight in a hurry. "Jesus Christ, you look like shit!" In my alarm, a spell came to mind. It would allow me to share some of my energy with Pete until we'd managed to recharge our batteries. I muttered and gestured as I walked over to the phone and put in an order with room service, to be delivered ASAP. With the spell splitting my energy between the two of us, Peter started to look more normal, although not in top shape. I was starving, and feeling more drained. "Why the hell didn't you say anything? I'd have stopped hours before, if I'd known you were so drained!" He lacked the energy to respond, and seemed to lapse into a doze. I stared at him for a few minutes, not even trying mental communication since that would only drain both of us further. Finally, room service arrived. 

I tipped the porter lavishly, seeing as how I'd gotten the grub within 10 minutes of my call. I pulled the lids off of all the plates, and started gorging myself, not even using the silverware. As soon as the food hit my stomach, I started to feel better, and Pete's breathing seemed to be coming easier. I felt bad about what had happened, since I should have realized what a drain transmutation would have on him. Maybe my decision to remove my own power had been a bit too hasty, but I couldn't do anything about it at the moment. As I ate, I thought frantically about the energies we were toying with. Master PC itself seemed to draw on the ambient power across the Internet, and thus across the world to fuel it's effects. My magic drew directly on stellar and solar forces to accomplish things, but matter-rearrangement seemed to draw it's power directly from the life force of it's user. So far, it seemed that the more radical the change in states, the greater the power required to reshape something. Peter had been reshaping polyester fibers into 2 inch thick wood for most of the night, and thus his current state. His work with the walls seemed to have left him alone, since he was just redistributing the matter evenly. Shit. I was going to have to watch out. Given that he mirrored my nature, he'd drive himself to collapse and never even notice. But how was I to keep an eye on him while I played around on my own?

I got it! Pete's idea yesterday, to make a female version of me/us, seemed to be an ideal solution. If I made another clone, she'd be able to watch out for both of us, particularly if I gave her extended monitoring capacities. The more I thought about the matter, the better I liked it. I resolved to do something about it at my earliest opportunity, but I didn't think I'd have the time until we'd finished moving. While Pete slept, I showered, shaved, and repacked our stuff. Hold on, what about the girl from the drive-thru yesterday? Shit, I'd forgotten about that! Dammit, now I had another mess on my hands. Well, it would just have to wait. I had to get Peter moving before the cleaning crew arrived. But how? He was like a diabetic recovering from an insulin reaction. Nothing for it but magic, I guess. I cursed myself for sloppy planning and got to work. A few minutes work and Pete was reduced in size to where I could stick him in my pocket. I did so, grabbed our bags, and checked out of the hotel. I was screwed. The lease we'd agreed to sign was to be a two party lease, and who knew how long it would take him to recover? Guess I'd have to work the Clone spell sooner than I thought, or I was going to have to alter.....

"Hey, Jay!" a squeaky voice called from my pocket, and I felt something moving around in there. I looked down, and sure enough, Peter was hanging on the ledge (to him) of my pocket.

"Feeling better, Pete?"

"Much. I guess we overdid it."

"That ain't all. We forgot about the girl at the fast food place." He lapsed into a session of violent cursing. "Calm down, we'll figure out something. But first, you need to get back to regular size." With a gesture, I cancelled the spell holding him at his small size. Unfortunately, I'd forgotten to take him out of my pocket, so he ended up ripping his way out of my jeans. He was lying there on the parking lot, laughing hysterically.

"Sometimes, Jay, you make me think there's hope for you after all." He smiled, and pulled a pair of shorts out of his bag. "I find it hard to believe that someone so powerful forgets the simple stuff."

"Hey, sue me, sometimes I forget the details." I was mortified, not to mention getting a breeze. I looked at him and gestured down at my leg. Mercifully, the parking lot was empty, so noone noticed the naked man that appeared out of nowhere. While he got up to at least pseudo-modesty, I unlocked the car and started it up. Peter got in on his side, and put his hand on my leg, mending my jeans. "Thanks. I happen to like this pair."

"No sweat. We'd better get moving, though, if we wanna get moved in today." I nodded and started driving. We headed back to the condo's leasing office, and with a little aid from Master PC, we got approved to lease, and signed off on it. A further tweak would ensure that noone at the complex would bother us unduly or allow anyone access to our apartment without our approval. I wasn't entirely enamored of doing so, but Peter insisted.

"Look, it's nothing too bad. All we're doing is ensuring our privacy, for which we're paying, if I need to remind you."

"I know, I just don't particularly want to get used to having the Master rewrite everyone around us. Most of the users of this thing end up being major buttheads."

"True, and if I ever see you doing so, be sure I'll call you on it."

After signing the lease, we shook hands with Ms. Cornwallis, the complex's manager and got our keys. I pocketed mine, making a mental note to make all other copies useless. We pulled the car and the U-Haul up to the parking spaces immediately adjacent to the building, and got on with our unpacking.

END CHAPTER ONE

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CHAPTER 002

In a remarkably short time, even with my spells to help out, we'd managed to set up shop in our condo. Everything was in a place that was either aesthetically pleasing or convenient, and Peter's ability to reshape our packing trash into other shapes had eliminated our debris. I'd set up shop in one of the spare bedrooms (there were 4 in the condo), and we'd converted another of them into a fabrication shop for anything technical we'd need. Soundproofing and the like was assured by more spells, and we'd even thought ahead, and the entire space was filled with defensive spells to keep attention away from us. Anyone coming in through the door or any of the windows would only see furnishings appropriate to two bachelors, and they would completely ignore the teak floors, leather and metal furniture, and the tapestries on the walls.

Peter had managed to get the job as café manager, so we had some income. I'd started playing the stock market by using my intellect (and a lot of scrying with my new crystal ball) to make some smart calls and buys. Mostly, though, I was getting antsy to do something else. On an impulse, I started up the Control Console, and started running through the names of the local stock brokers in the Yellow Pages. On my fifth try, I found what I was looking for. A more honest than most broker, usually managing to make a decent living, with only a few setbacks. The Control Console remarks were that this Madeline Phesant was of above-average intelligence, 35 years old, and financially struggling. Her ex-husband had apparently married her for her money, run her into debt to the tune of over 200 thousand dollars, and then skipped town. I shook my head, and made a note to look him up later.

With a few keystrokes, I'd increased our Ms. Phesant's intelligence to genius level, and removed the ulcers that had been troubling her lately. I planned out what I'd need to say, and picked up the phone.

"Phesant Market Brokers, this is Madeline."

"Ms. Phesant, my name is Jason *****" I began. "I've been looking at your track record, and I've been impressed. Not only have you managed to be ethical in your dealings with clients, you've actually managed to turn a profit."

"Well, Mr. *****, I do try. I can't stomach screwing people out of their money. Besides which," she laughed in self-derision, "my ulcer would keep me up at nights if I didn't." I smiled, but of course she couldn't see it. "So what can I do for you?" I outlined my plans, and she was impressed. Then, with only a momentary hesitation, asked the real question. "How much were you looking to work with, Jason?" I'd already asked her to call me by my first name, but I insisted on calling her Ms. Phesant. I smiled even wider. My initial forays into the market had been VERY lucrative.

"Well, I was looking to 'work' with 350 thousand, to be honest." I said into the shocked silence on the other end. I had her image up on the Control Console, and I saw her mouth working silently on the Picture Display. "Ms. Phesant? Are you still there?" 

"Ye..Yes!" Her thoughts, according to the Control Console, told me that she didn't have that much money coming from all of her other accounts combined. "Jason, I have to tell you, that's quite a bit more money than I'm used to handling." I had to give her points for her honesty. 

"Well, I wouldn't mind increasing your percentage if you needed to hire someone else to work for you." Not only would that free her up to work full time on my portfolio, it would take a good deal of stress off of her. "Do we have a deal, Ms. Phesant?"

"Yes, we do. Could I get you to come down to the office, so we can fill out some paperwork?" Bother. MORE time taken away. Oh well, I guess it couldn't be avoided. I agreed to come down to her office after lunchtime. We finished our conversation, and I hung up the phone. Peter was still at work, so I had time to do some puttering about. I went back to my workroom, and started pulling books off the shelf. I still hadn't managed to put together my index, but it was a work in progress. With my crystal ball, I'd discovered that Xanthos' virus hadn't managed to knock out all of the Master PC's still out in the world. At best guess, there were something like 10000 users of the program on the earth. These others bothered me. Some of them, like Xanthos, and Dan, the high school teacher, didn't particularly bother me, but the majority of the others were seriously scary fellows. Even worse, some of them were in the process of making themselves gods on earth. My current project was to start cataloging and tagging the bastards so that I could keep easier tabs on them. 

90 percent of the little fools had already made themselves immune to manipulation via the Master, so I ruled that out as a way to solve the problem. However, most of them seemed to suffer from limited imaginations. All of them had built themselves harems, and were constantly on the move trying to accumulate more. I shuddered to think about what state the world would be like if Xan hadn't put his virus in place. I shelved the problem for a while, and decided to do something about my watcher problem. I still hadn't taken the time to construct a female clone, mostly because I kept forgetting about it until it was too late at night to start. I opened up one of the spellbooks and started browsing. An hour or so later, I ran across a Splitter spell, one that operated similarly to that of the Clone spell, but it had a drawback; it didn't furnish the body with a will of it's own. No good. The Clone spell required some hours to work, and it all had to be done after sunset. Not good, since I usually was preoccupied these days with trying to finish my index. "Ah, screw it! I'll just have to do the Clone spell." I burned myself a message onto the workroom's door, just to remind me. I shelved the books, and turned my mind back to the problem of the other Master PC users. 




Spelunker



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I attended Macie's wedding a little over a year ago.   I knew how she and Dave met because they are a members of one of the clubs I belong to, but she was unwilling to reveal that story publicly.  Recently she said I could tell her story and we sat down for several hours as she gave me the true details of what brought her and David together.  This is her story:
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The cave was always there.  Well, maybe it wasn't always there, but I grew up next to it and for me it was always there.  Every summer tourists would drive past our farm and go to "The Greatest Natural Wonder Under the Earth."

I think my desire to be tied up was also always there.  As a young girl, whenever the neighbor kids and I would get together to play something, I always suggested something that involved getting captured and tied up.  I usually "lost."  One day when I was about ten, my little brother finally told me, "We don't want you on our side.  You like getting caught."  

It was then that I realized that I did, indeed, like "getting caught." I liked being tied up.  I liked the feeling of helplessness.  I guess I was still too young for it to be sexual, but in a way it was "pre-sexual."  When I was tied up I felt "warm," and sometimes my tummy and between my legs would tingle like I was being tickled, but differently.

Since I was the oldest child, I had to watch my three younger brothers while my parents worked around the farm.  Dad bought one of the neighboring farms and some company bought the other so it was now just us in the area.  My brothers and I still played capture games a lot, but with no neighbors left, it was three against one.  I would hide in the barn or in the corn fields and they would try to catch me.  Somehow, they always did.  And as I got older, the tingling between my legs got more and more intense when they did.

One day, when I had just turned sixteen, my mom walked into the barn to discover me tied to a rafter with my hands above my head and my brothers tickling me with feathers.  She might not have gotten so upset if I had any clothes on, but the boys had removed all my clothing so that they could tickle me everywhere.

After that, my mother decided that the boys were old enough to take care of themselves and it was time for me to find a job off the farm.  The obvious choice was the cave.  I got a job in the gift shop during the summer for the next two years, and then when I turned eighteen I became a full-time cave guide.

Taking someone on a tour through the cave is interesting the first twenty times or so, but after a few hundred times it gets really boring.  I had done the tour so many times that I had the speech fully memorized.  I could still sound enthusiastic and interested, but in fact I was speaking mechanically and daydreaming all the while I was speaking.  There was one point in the tour where I showed the tourists "what the cave was like before we developed it."  At that point we would turn off the lights for a few moments and everything would be pure darkness.  

In that darkness I would imagine myself tied up and helpless there in the cave.  I didn't realize how much I was enjoying this moment of fantasy until the owner of the cave took me aside one day and told me that I was leaving the lights off too long and it was causing complaints.

One of the things which the tourists are never told is that there are several "escape routes" out of the cave in case something goes wrong.  That could be anything from a tunnel collapse to an earthquake or a sudden flood.  The tourists might see the steel gratings across some of the "unimproved areas" but if asked, we were told to say that they were just small, uninteresting tunnels.  Most of them were, but several were actually escape routes.  We each had a key that would open any of the escape grates in case of trouble. One day while giving a tour, I faintly heard a tractor working in the field above us.  It may sound crazy, but I could recognize the sound of my dad's tractor, and it was definitely him.  

As soon as I heard that tractor, an idea began to form in my mind.  That night, I asked dad where he had been working that day.  When he asked why, I told him that I had heard his tractor in the cave.  He laughed and said, "I must have been next to the sink hole."  There was a rather large sink hole in one of our fields that was fenced off and had signs warning people to stay out.  I had looked through the fence when playing in that field and I always thought it looked like someone had carved a trail up the side of the slanting hole.  Dad continued, "The cave pays me to keep the brush clear in that sink hole.  I think it is one of the escape routes for the cave."

My mind was overwhelmed with images and plans.  Dad asked me if I was alright and I replied that I was just trying to imagine where I was under the farm during the tour.  Actually, I was imagining how I could get into the cave through the sink hole.  That would allow me to fulfill at least one of my dark fantasies.

I knew that I had to plan this carefully.  First I had to see what it was like to enter the cave through the sink hole.  I searched through my dad's desk and found a key labeled "protector fence."  I knew that had to be for the padlock on the fence around the sink hole.  It was identical to my key to open the escape grates, so I put it back in dad's desk.

I could hardly wait for my next day off.  When it finally came, I walked out to the field and went into the sink hole.  The padlock was a little rusty and took a little time to open, but it eventually popped open and allowed me to open the small gate.  The trail down was steep, but not especially difficult.  At the bottom was a small cave like opening that slanted down into the darkness.  I had planned for this and brought two flashlights.  One thing that working in the cave had taught me was to not rely on a flashlight without a backup.

It took me only a few minutes to reach the steel grating at the entrance to the cave.  It looked like the door to an old-fashioned jail cell.  Everything was dark on the other side, which meant that there were no tours in that section of the cave.  I tried my key and the padlock on the door opened easily and surprisingly quietly.  Evidently these escape doors had to be maintained regularly by the cave.  I stepped through the door and found myself standing on a small shelf.  I had to be careful because my flashlight didn't carry very far into the darkness, but then I saw familiar features and recognized exactly where I was.  I was about fifty feet above the tour path on a small ledge that effectively hid the entrance and the steel doorway.

Suddenly, the lights snapped on and I heard the familiar spiel of a cave guide.  I stepped back against the grating and waited silently for the tour to pass through.  When I heard the familiar words about showing the cave before we developed it, I reached back above my head and held onto the grating.  Everything went dark and suddenly I was shaking and very wet between my legs.  The darkness was way too short, however, and soon the lights returned.  I remained in place until the tour passed from this area and the guide switched on the lights to the next area and flipped off the lights where I was.

I remained in place for a few more moments, but the intense feelings were gone.  I wanted those feelings back, but realized that when the guide spoke, I had imagined myself tied to the grating.  The feeling of helplessness was source of the feelings.  I wanted to be captured against this steel grate in the darkness.  There was no game that would result in that, and I couldn't just ask my brothers to do it, so I needed to figure out a way to tie myself to the grating for a long period of time.

I started roaming self-bondage sites on the internet and reading self-bondage stories.  I experimented with several different release mechanisms and methods of tying.  Since I wanted to use rope, not chain, I decided that the release mechanism made from pvc pipe would work best.  Basically all you had to do was to attach a loop link to the endcap on one end of a short piece of pvc pipe..  Then you put a long eyebolt through the endcap of a smaller piece of pvc pipe.  On the other end you bolt a washer - or series of washers - that just fit into the large piece of pipe.  Fill with water and freeze and the small pipe is stuck in the larger pipe until the ice melts.

Actually tying myself to the grating would be no problem.  Since there would be minimal weight on the ropes, a slip knot type of capture would suffice.  It was just a matter properly setting up the ropes, putting my wrists and ankles through the loops and pulling until things tightened.  If it was too tight, I could squirm a little to loosen it, but I couldn't make it loose enough to get free.  And since only one of my hands had to be free for me to free myself from the ropes, I had a safety in the double release mechanisms.

The only question now was whether I did this when the cave was closed or on one my days off while there were tour groups passing under me.  As I thought about it, the wetness between my legs gave me the answer.  It would definitely have to be on my day off.

As I waited for the day to arrive, my tours became harder and harder.  Each time I took a group through the side grotto and switched off the lights, I would see myself tied and helpless above the trail.  More than once one of the tourists asked me if I was alright as the lights came back on.

Then the day finally arrived.  I told mom that I was going to go hiking all day.  I often did go hiking in the woods on the back of the farm, so my backpack looked perfectly normal.  I had all my ropes in my backpack, cut and prepared.  I retrieved my frozen release mechanisms from the freezer in the barn.  I also had two flashlights, my key to the escape grate, and a copy I had made of my dad's key because it didn't have the cave name and "DO NOT COPY" imprinted on it. When you go into a cave, take two of everything in case something goes wrong.  With two of everything from release mechanisms to keys, I was all set.

I found myself trembling as I climbed down into the sink hole.  Once I reached the entrance to the cave, I paused and took off all my clothing.  As I walked down the small tunnel from the sinkhole to the cave, a slight breeze I hadn't noticed before chilled my skin and goose bumps appeared on my arms. Moving forward in the darkness with only the dim light from my small flashlight, I approached the steel grating.  The darkness beyond the door told me that there were no tour groups, for now, so I opened the door and began to tie my ropes to the upper and lower bars of the grating.  I had to stop for a few moments while a tour group passed through, but as soon as they had left, I closed the door, stepped into the lower loops and put my wrists through the upper loops.  Then I pulled on each rope until it was snug.  

As soon as the ropes tightened, I felt that old tingle and warmth - times ten.  I nearly cried out, but I knew how sound would travel in the cave and bit my lower lip to keep the moans within me.  Tour after tour came through as the day wore on.  Brief periods of light followed by stretches of darkness.  Hundreds of people were passing just below me unaware that on the trail above their heads a naked young woman was bound to the steel grating of an escape door.

I could tell approximately what time of day it was by which tour leaders were coming through. About the middle of the afternoon, I realized that there was something wrong.  When I tested the release mechanisms they became slightly loose after a few hours and would release after a few more hours.  It had been almost five hours and there was no looseness at all in the ropes.  I pulled against the mechanisms but felt no slippage at all.  Something was wrong with the releases - both of them.  So much for "two of everything."

I started to get afraid.  How would I get out of this?  I would be here until someone found me.  I would have to cry out for help.  But if I did that, I would be found naked and tied up.  Suddenly the thought of an entire tour group coming up the trail to find me filled my mind and with that thought my tingle and warmth soared.  I could picture the Japanese tourists taking pictures of my bound body.  A loud moan escaped my lips as an orgasm tore through me.  

Then suddenly the lights were on again and I could hear one of the tourists ask, "What was that?"  The guide gave the practiced answer, "Oh, sometimes the wind blows through some of the small openings in strange ways and causes weird sounds."  No matter what the sound was, that was what we were supposed to say.  I wonder what the tourist would have thought if he had known exactly what that sound was.  I bit my lower lip again to keep quiet.

Shift change told me that it was now past five o'clock and the release mechanisms were still solid.  I could feel water dripping down my arms from the meting ice, but somehow they were still not releasing.  The dripping water also reminding me that my bladder was full and straining.  Finally I could hold it no longer and waiting for a dark period between tour groups I released a heavy stream of water onto the sandy ground.  Never before had peeing given me such an erotic thrill.  Here I was, tied up and helpless, having to pee on the ground like a captured animal.  Suddenly the lights came on again and it was bite my lower lip time again.

I now knew what I had to do.  My only worry was that my parents would become concerned when I didn't come home from my hike and call the police or something.  Maybe they would hold off.  If everything worked out, I could be home before nine, just like on a day when I was working.  My plan was simple.  When the cave closed at 8:30, the owner would make a final "security sweep" of the cave before locking everything down for the night.  When he came through I would call out and let him find me and release me.  Somehow the thought of an old man finding me naked and tied up didn't seem too erotic.  I knew he would fire me.  Hopefully he wouldn't press any charges.  The thought of me going to jail flashed through my mind and a mixture of fear and arousal filled my body.  What would it be like if I were really captured?  Is jail as bad as they show in the movies?  What if I liked it?  What would they do to me then?

At last I heard the words I was waiting for.  The guide said, "This is the final tour of the evening, so keep close.  There is no tour behind us."  Then the cave became dark for a long time - too long a time.  Maybe the owner had decided not to do the nightly walk through tonight.  Maybe I would be here all night.  What if there were bats or rats or other creatures of the night?  I don't know if I was become more aroused or more afraid.

Then I heard the sound of someone walking through the cave.  I kept waiting for the lights to come on, but everything remained dark.  It almost sounded like the footsteps were coming up the trail to where I was, but I knew that this was just a trick of the way sound travels in a cave.  Then I heard a voice from just in front of me, "Did you have an enjoyable day?"

I screamed.  I couldn't help it.  I screamed very loudly.  I thrashed against my ropes and screamed and screamed and screamed.  Then I felt a hand on my body.  Very gently the hand stroked my breasts.  I stopped screaming.  I was afraid.  I was very confused, but I no longer felt like screaming.  My nipples were become harder and harder as another hand joined the first to stroke and caress them.

One hand moved down my body and began to stroke my legs.  I was no longer screaming, but I was now moaning very loudly.  The hand moved between my legs and began to stroke my sex.  I spread my legs to give him better access.  His fingers played softly with my clit and wave after wave of extreme pleasure flowed through me until I writhed and cried out in the most intense orgasm I had ever felt.

Then a dim light came on in front of me.  A small electric lantern was sitting on the ground.  The owner's son, David, was standing there, night vision goggles raised above his face.  "You know, there are a lot more interesting places where you could be tied up here in the cave.  There are even some very interesting places where people can make love in the total darkness."

I blubbered a weak, "What?" and he continued.  "You didn't know that we make the nightly walk-through using night vision goggles, did you?  That's because we had some kids trying to hide in here overnight a few years ago.  They hid when the lights came on and almost eluded us.  Now they don't see us coming because we use these.  They are night vision goggles with infra-red illumination."

Dave then pointed to the ceiling, "The security cameras are also night vision and infra-red.  We could be sued for millions if we didn't make every effort to keep people from sneaking into the cave.  There is also an alarm just inside the door.  That first day you sneaked in, I heard the alarm and when I checked the security monitors, I saw you standing there in the darkness.  When you held your hands against the bars I could see the look of lust on your face and knew what you were thinking and what you would eventually do.  I was even pretty sure when you would do it.

I asked your brother to watch out for anything strange that you were making or hiding.  He told me about the release mechanisms.  He didn't quite understand what they were, but when I called him yesterday, he did agree to put two screws in each of them just below to release washers.  The ice is all gone, it is the screws that are holding the washers in place."

David then stepped very close to me and said, "You need someone to capture you on a regular basis... to bind you and display you and fuck you out of your mind.  I could do that for you.  I would immensely enjoy doing that for you.  I will even make it legal if you want and marry you.  But I will let you make the decision.  The choice is yours.  If you come to work tomorrow, you are mine forever.  If not, well then, you have had a really interesting day that you can dream about for a long, long time.  Oh, by the way, your brother told your parents that you were called into work and would be working late, so don't worry about your parents asking questions when you get home."  With that he released one wrist from the ropes, turned out his light, and walked away into the darkness.  

It took me a few minutes to release myself from the rest of the ropes, put on my clothes and find my way back up through the sink hole.  When I got home, mom said it was too bad that my plans for the day had gotten ruined by being called into work.  I told her, "That's OK.  I think I will really enjoy working at the cave from now on."

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