2 comments/ 23924 views/ 8 favorites The Lich Ch. 01 By: masterfan Chapter 1 This was a normal day for me. I had just finished my shift at the local Blockbuster. It was close by my apartment so there was no need for me to take my car. I had walked there and now I'm walking back. The work wasn't tiring, so a little walk didn't hurt. The sun had already set since it was well past eight, casting the world around me into darkness. A few streetlights here and there illuminated the streets but they were hardly enough to lift the gloom. As I walked on the sidewalks, a few cars sped past me every once in a while their headlights flashing. It wasn't exactly cold outside but it wasn't warm either. So all I had on was a small jacket to guard against the wind. Just the kind of weather to be expected from a Michigan April. A normal day in all respects. Until the streetlights started flashing. Was a power outage coming? I thought to myself. If the lights went out, I'd be left completely in the dark. No lights at all with which to guide my path. The cloudy skies blocked out hopes for moonlight. I was worried. Not for my life since the city I lived in barely had any crime, but rather that I would become lost or trip and hurt myself. But the lights didn't go out. All they did was pulse at steady beat. Like a massive electrical heartbeat. Strange. Soon though it stopped and the streetlights returned to normal. Nothing to worry about. And just like that it was out of my mind. I was almost home. Just one more block until food. Just one more street crossing until my hunger was satiated. The thoughts of a warm TV dinner occupying my mind, I set out to cross the street. The roar of a car sounded to my left. I turned my head to look and saw headlights rushing towards me. FUCK! Time slowed. A thump and I was airborne. I must've been hit. There was no pain. Only a sense of vertigo as I flew through the air. The sound of wind in my ears accompanied by the distant screech of a car braking hard. There were no thoughts in my mind, only mild regret that I didn't really do anything with my life and already it was over. I had graduated from college but getting into post-grad was much more difficult than I had anticipated. I was rejected again and again. Now I was just doing minimum wage work to pay for my living expenses until I could figure out what to do with my life. I couldn't decide ... and now there was no need to. It was almost a relief. No more worries, no more stresses, no more disappointments. It was the end. And my slate was being wiped clean. But fuck, was it going to hurt! Too quickly, I was falling. The concrete filled my vision and rushed up to meet me. Another thump and I was back on the ground. Still no pain. Maybe it wouldn't hurt that much. Truly a godsend. As I lay there on the ground, my vision blurring and my senses dulling, footsteps sounded in the distance. Even though I could barely see, I still noticed the feet coming at me from the car. They wore heels. Great. I was killed by a woman driver. I never believed those kinds of statistics ... until now. Well, no matter. It was getting darker. Everything was fading. Was there an afterlife? A final thought and nothing else ... ... Suddenly, a blinding light filled my vision. Oh cool, there really is a heaven. An unbearable pain followed. SHIT! I didn't know heaven hurt this much. Then I heard bones snapping accompanied by even more pain. Then a gentle shaking and someone yelling at me. "Oh God, oh God, oh God. Please wake up! You can't be dead!" Who the hell was screaming at me? It sounded like a woman. Maybe an angel came to pick me up. But wait ... an angel wouldn't be saying things like that. I realized that I could move again. So I opened my eyes and my vision slowly returned. It was a woman crouching over me. Not an angel though. Still she was an attractive brunette, bordering almost on supermodel looks, at least from what I could tell in the headlights of her car. Large brown almond-shaped eyes set in a heart-shaped face and slightly pouty lips. Her short hair was straight, flowing downwards and straight into my eyes. Ouch. "Ah what the hell!" I shouted. I sat up in a rush ... and almost smashed my forehead into her face. Fortunately, she was fast enough to avoid injury. She recoiled in shock. "OH MY GOD! You're alive! Oh thank God. I'm not going to go to jail." So that's what she was worried about. Understandable, I suppose. "Dammit! You fucking hit me with your car!" Oh yeah, I was angry alright. "Sorry, but you walked into the middle of the street. And I had a green light. I guess I just didn't see you," she responded. I looked up as she was dusting herself off and noticed that her eyes shone wet with unshed tears. That took the heat from my fire. I could just imagine the fear and stress going through her mind. Dammit. I knew it was unintentional and well, I guess I wasn't paying attention so it was kind of my fault. "Are you hurt? I mean, you flew really far," she continued as she reached out to lend me a hand. "Huh ... uhhh ..." I paused a second to look over myself. "Apparently not. Weird." That really was weird. I remembered the intense pain I had felt and the sounds of my bones snapping. But to find myself free of even scrapes and cuts much less broken bones was almost a shock. Perhaps I was just really lucky. I reached out for her hand to pull myself off the ground. I gripped her hand and an intense shock ran through my arm. My hand convulsed and I fell back onto the concrete. "What the ...?" I exclaimed. But before I could finish, the woman collapsed on top of me. Oh shit, what the fuck just happened? I turned her over and for the first time was able to get a good look at the woman that had almost killed me. She looked like Sleeping Beauty with her eyes closed, her skin pale in the dim light. She was thin, physically fit but not skinny. She might've been a cheerleader. Her attire was fairly average. Tight jeans with heeled boots, a small red coat barely reaching her waist and zipped tight in this cold weather. But this was no time to admire how pretty she was. Touching my fingers to her neck, I checked her pulse. It was there. It was weak but it was there. So at the very least she's still alive. I looked at my own hands. What the fuck had happened? All I did was grip her hand, and she collapsed. There was that strange shock that I felt but what could it have been an indication of? Unless I accidentally electrocuted her ... yeah right. She had collapsed on top of me. The sensation of her warm body was making me hard. It's been a while since my last girlfriend and I broke up. And all I've had to satisfy my libido was porn ... a lot of porn. Now though, I had this attractive chick in my arms, unconscious she might be. I could just imagine myself stripping her naked. Her soft body pressed against me. Slick with sweat. Burning with lust. Her perky tits soft and malleable in my hands. Me sucking on her hard nipples and fucking the shit out of her. Unfortunately, if I did that while she was unconscious ... I think that would be rape. Dammit, this kind of sucks. My dick was straining hard against the insides of pants. It was very uncomfortable. She moaned. Her eyelids fluttered as she regained consciousness. "Hey, are you alright?" I asked. It was a few seconds before she could respond. "Huh? Yeah ... I guess ... uhhh ... what's going on?" So she was just as confused as I was. No surprise there. "You collapsed on top of me," I replied while we got off the ground. I discreetly adjusted my groin to hide the tent. Think unsexy thoughts. Think unsexy thoughts. Think unsexy thoughts. I think it was working. "Are you feeling okay?" It was my turn to worry about her. "Y- yeah. I- I think so." So she had said but she was swaying on her feet. I rushed over to help steady her. After all, I wouldn't want her to fall and mess up that pretty face of hers. "Here let me take your car." Supporting her, we headed to her vehicle, which looked to be a Hummer H2. Damn. It didn't even look like I had made a dent in that monstrosity. "So what's your name?" "Huh? My name? Ah ..." She paused and clutched her head. "You sure you're okay?" Had she suffered a head injury from that shock? I hadn't even had a scratch on me. Was she trying to fake an injury to garner sympathy? ... Oh what a bitch. "Ugh ... yeah. My name is ... ah ... Amanda Numen." She had hesitated. This definitely seemed to be some sort of head injury. Better make sure. "Is something the matter?" "No ... it's just ... that ..." she stuttered, still hesitating. This is really starting to get serious. "What?" "I- I didn't want ... to tell you ... my name." Huh? Did I hear that right? If she didn't want to tell me her name, she sure as hell didn't have to. I didn't force her or anything. And now that she has, why was she telling me this? Something strange was going on. If it wasn't a head injury, what else could it be? "Er ... o-kay ... so ... why did you then?" "I felt ... that ... I ... had to," she replied with her hands still clutching her head. What? None of this made any sense. What the fuck was going on? "You had to? You know, I'm not forcing you right?" "Yes, I know. I just feel that ... I have to ... obey you." Her voice was becoming more steady. As if something was being resolved inside of her mind and she had come to a decision. "Huh? R- Really? You have to obey me?" I think I was bugging out. This can't be happening, can it? This hot chick saying that she has to obey me? I've got to be dreaming. "Yes. I do. I must. Please. Tell me your name so that I know how to address you." Yes, that's it. It's a dream. I must've smashed my head hard against the pavement and now I was hallucinating. That would definitely explain this chick's weird as hell behavior. Well, I might as well go along with it. Hmmm ... Ah, I know. "You can call me Master." Heh, I can't believe I'm doing this. Even if it was a dream, this was just too awesome. Like some sort of ultra-realistic coma fantasy. "Yes, Master." Oh shit man. She did it. She really called me Master. This was making me hard again. My dick strained against my pants. Well, it's just a dream. Why not go even farther? "I need you to do something." "Yes, Master?" "Take off your pants and show me your pussy." If this wasn't a dream. I'd be arrested for sexual harassment. "As ... you command Master." She hesitated. Her face was flushed. A break in her obedient attitude. But nonetheless, she obeyed and began to unbuckle the sequined belt that hung low on her hips. I could not believe this was happening. Adrenaline rushed through my body. My heart pounding within my chest. My dick straining so much that it was painful. Within seconds, Amanda had wiggled her skin-tight jeans to her knees. She had on plain white panties. Too bad they weren't thongs. Huh? Why wasn't she wearing thongs? This was my dream right? But I had no time to think further. With one swift movement, her panties joined her jeans. Her hands returned to her side and she waited shivering in the cold spring night. She was completely smooth down there. Not a shadow of a hair to be seen. Or as much as can be seen in the headlights of her Hummer. Cleaving her mound in two was her slit, flawless with not a hint of her labia showing. Her clit peaked out from between her lips, shining pink in the light. It was perfect. With her pussy in my sights, my dick hardened even more. I wanted to throw her to the ground and have my way with her right then and there. But something was strange. She was shivering. Oh right. We were in the middle of the street. If this was a dream, it was a really detailed dream. I couldn't restrain myself any longer. I had to touch her pussy. So I reached my hand towards her groin. "What are you doing?" she asked. I froze. Was this charade over? Was she finally coming to her senses? Was this dream coming to an end? "I'm going to touch you. Don't move," I commanded. "Yes, Master," she replied. So she was still obedient even as I moved to assault her. I tentatively cupped my hand around her mound. She shivered in response. I felt her heat burning. Her pussy soft and yielding as I squeezed. I stuck two fingers inside her, feeling her warmth. It was difficult. She wasn't wet so there was no lubrication. My fingers scraped against the insides of her vagina. And she moaned ... whether in pleasure or pain I had no idea. Then suddenly, something crossed my mind. This felt all too real. Was it possible that this wasn't a dream or some concussion induced coma? The thought shocked me so much that I quickly withdrew my hand. There was only one way to find out. "Amanda, slap me." "What?" She was confused. Understandable I suppose. "Just slap me as hard as you can." If this was dream, it wouldn't hurt. "Uh ... o-kay, as you wish, Master." Her hand came up and she swung. Pain exploded in my cheek and my head flew to the side, ringing from the force of the slap. My vision dimmed and stars danced around me. FUCKING SHIT! THAT HURT LIKE HELL! ... oooh crap. I was shocked, frozen, unable to move from the realization of my fears more than the pain. "Master! Are you okay? I didn't hit you too hard did I?" Was she concerned for me? It sounded like her reaction when she first came to check on me after I was hit by her car. But more importantly ... ... This wasn't a fucking dream. Holy shit. I was a deer caught in the headlights. My body was frozen but my mind spun trying to figure out what the hell was happening. The only explanation I had was that shock when I first touched her. She had collapsed immediately and when she awoke, she became my obedient slave. At that realization, my mind blanked. Then a host of questions popped up. Was this a one time thing? How long did it last? Would it work on anyone else? Did it have any side effects? Did it work only when I touched someone with my hands? Does this mean I can't touch anyone with my hands without it doing that? Of course I had none of the answers. But I would do my best to figure them out. Though I had to take care of something first. Amanda was still standing there with me in the middle of the street with her pants down. Apparently, my order for her to pull down her pants was still in effect. "Amanda, pull up your pants." She looked down in shock, gasped and pulled up her pants, rebuckling her belt. "Oh God! That's embarrassing." Well, it seemed that she wasn't a mindless slave at least. A bit of her personality was still there though I wasn't sure if that really was her personality. Now that everything was back to looking normal, I wasn't quite sure what to do. I'll have to sleep on it. I searched in my pocket looking for my cell, hoping that it survived that crash like I had. I pulled it out and lucky me. It seemed to be fine. "Amanda, take my cell and put in your phone number." "Alright, Master." She took my cell and a minute later returned it. "All done." A question surfaced in my mind. "How old are you?" I asked. "I'm twenty." Huh, a few years younger than me. Excellent. "Okay. So Amanda, go wherever it was you were headed before you hit me and continue as if this never happened. Tell no one of what occurred here. Keep your cell on you at all times and wait for my call. I'll have more things for you to do then. Okay? You got that?" "As you wish Master. Anything else?" "Nope, that's it. Go." "'Kay, bye," she cheerfully replied and turned around going for her Hummer. I stepped off the street, the sound of her car dwindled as she left. I headed back to my apartment with my head spinning with the possibilities of what I could do with Amanda. The Lich Ch. 02 The next morning I woke up with a slight headache. Did last night really happen? I wondered. Was everything that occurred last night a simple dream? It couldn't have been real right? After washing up, I checked my cell. And there it was, the phone number for Amanda Numen. So it wasn't a dream after all. I felt like I had to confirm it. I had to call her to make sure. I dialed her number and the cell began to ring. On the third ring, she picked up. "Hello, who is this?" she answered. She sounded groggy and tired as if she was still asleep and the call had woken her up. "Hi. It's me." I didn't give her my name last night and I wasn't about to now. If what happened last night really did happen, she should be able to recognize my voice. And if it didn't really happen, then she wouldn't be able identify me to anyone. "Oh hi Master. What's up?" There it was. She replied exactly as I had hoped she would. "Do you have something for me to do?" She sounded eager to please me. Excellent. "Are you alone right now? "Yup. I got a single room in my dorm so it's just me." So she was in college and living in a dorm, which meant that she wasn't with her family. That would make things much easier. "Good good ... Tell me, do you have any plans for today?" "Well ... it's a Saturday so I was planning on going shopping and barhopping with my friends in the evening but that's it." "Huh, alright. Come to the intersection where you hit me last night in half an hour, alone. I'll meet you there." "Yes, Master," she answered and I hung up. Oh I couldn't wait. There were so many things I wanted to try out on her. Most of which were perverted in nature and things I had wanted to try with my previous girlfriends but they never consented. Now that I thought about it, that might've been one of the reason we had always broken up. Well, no matter. I had Amanda to try out these on now. I cackled to myself in glee. It was a good thing I was off from work today. My next step was to test out this shock-thing or whatever it was on someone else. Someone close to me. Someone that I was intimately familiar with so that I could make sure no one noticed anything was strange. The fact that my first subject was Amanda, a complete stranger, meant that I had to be careful how I used her and her time. So I needed another subject that I was more familiar with. Living nearby was my little sister. She had just turned eighteen over Thanksgiving break and was now a freshman attending college, perhaps the same one as Amanda. She was born when I first began elementary school. And shortly after, about two or three years later, our parents divorced and she left our household with my mother while I stayed with my father. Ever since then, we've been estranged, rarely seeing each other except during Christmas and New Years. As year after year passed, she grew more and more beautiful every time I saw her. The last time, she had grown into a young woman, petite, almost a head shorter than me, with a small chest. But her face was adorably cute, large eyes, small nub of a nose, and soft lips. All in all, she was what I had always wanted in a girlfriend. And indeed all the ones that I've had were in some ways quite similar to her. What I was planning on doing to her, I knew it was wrong. She was my little sister after all, but I couldn't help myself. If this thing worked like it did on Amanda, I was going to be very happy. The thought of my litte sister obeying my every whim, her soft lips wrapped around my cock and swallowing every drop as I cummed in her mouth. Holy crap. My dick was starting to hurt. I've got to stop having these daydreams. Time to put my plan into action. But the question was how would I get my sister to come over to my apartment. The last time I had seen her was at the family gathering during Christmas so it's been over four months now since I had last spoken to her. Like I said, we weren't close so there had been no reason to maintain in contact. Now I had to figure out a reason to have her come over. Perhaps, I could use Amanda in some way to lure her here. Ah I know. First I'll have to get Amanda to my apartment and then I'll call my sister over. I put on a jacket, got my cellphone, keys, and wallet and set out. The idea was to get there ahead of Amanda and hide to ensure that she didn't bring anyone else with her. I wasn't quite sure what I'd do if she did bring someone along but I figured I'll get to that when it happens. I arrived at the intersection within minutes of leaving my apartment since it was only a block away. There was no place to effectively hide myself from oncoming traffic so I had to make do with the doorway of another apartment building. Hiding in the shadow, like a creepy stalker, I noted to myself, I waited for Amanda's Hummer to show up. Minutes pass and I continued waiting checking the time on my cell every once in a while. Eventually, after about twenty minutes, the distinctive yellow Hummer finally showed up. Right on time. Before running up to greet her, I looked to make sure that she was indeed alone and that she wasn't being followed. Assured of the situation, I extracted myself from the doorway and headed to her Hummer parked on the side of the street. Upon seeing me approach, Amanda rolled down the window waved to me. "Hey Master, how's it going?" she cheerily yelled out to me. I grimaced in response and rushed to her side. "Dammit, Amanda. Don't do that. From now on, when there's other people around, don't ever call me Master in front of them. In fact, don't ever mention me to anyone that you know. If anyone asks about me, tell them ... uhhhh ..." Crap, I hadn't thought that far yet. "Just tell them I'm in one of your classes and we're doing a study session or something." "O-kay, but what do I call you in front of other people if I can't call you Master?" Dammit, that's a good question. I still didn't know if I trusted the situation enough to give her my real name, but maybe just a first name wouldn't hurt. "Fine, you can call me John when there's other people around but stick to Master when we're alone, okay?" "Sure thing." "Anyways, open the door so I can get in." The doors to the Hummer unlocked and I pulled myself in, literally since the car was over a foot off the ground. The inside of the massive SUV was spacious, trimmed with leather, and very comfortable. As was expected from such a costly vehicle. It made me aware of the enormous difference in our financial situations ... not to mention just how easy it was to follow a yellow Hummer. Well, there was nothing to be done about that. I could always take my old Honda Civic but its patchwork paint job made it just as easy to track. "Alright, turn left into the apartment complex over there and park." She obeyed and we pulled up next to my apartment. "Follow me inside and then we'll get started." Once we were seated comfortably in my second-hand sofa, I turned on the TV just for some background noise. "Alright then, first take off all of your clothes," I commanded. I was horny as hell and having a naked chick around to look at and grope was too tempting. "All of them, Master? Even my underwear?" she asked with her face flushing. She was hesitating as if hoping that I didn't ask her to remove her underwear. Was my control of her slipping or was this just another sign that her core personality was still there? I hoped that it was the latter since I'd hate to lose such a prime piece of ass as Amanda and more importantly I'd hate for her to tell anyone else of what I had done to her. I shuddered at the thought of the consequences if someone found out about all this. I schooled myself to stillness hoping that she didn't notice ... which wouldn't make a lick of difference even if she did, and responded. "Yes, Amanda. Everything. I want you completely naked." "As you wish, Master," she replied, her face still flushed and began to strip off her light red jacket. Apparently she still obeyed despite her unwillingness. "Wait, do it slowly and dance while you do it. I want to enjoy it." "Uhhh ... okay though I've never actually done this before." "Really? Never?" "Nope." "Huh, just do it like you would do it for your boyfriend." "If you say so Master." She obliged and began dancing while stripping off her clothing. After the jacket, came the t-shirt underneath exposing her red lace bra. She spun it over her head while her body shook and her hips gyrated, her short hair flowing around her. I could only stare, hardly believing my eyes that such a beautiful girl was here, stripping and dancing just for me ... and for free. My previous girlfriends never did this for me, I ruefully recalled. Pausing for a second, Amanda unbuckled her sequined belt and pushed down her jeans and removed them. Underneath she wore a matching red lace thong. As she turned, dancing once again to sound of the TV, her body flushed red as her ass cheeks were exposed to the cool apartment air. They were round and smooth, jiggling slightly with her every move. With her back to me, she opened the clasp to her bra and removed them, coyly hiding her tits. She tossed them to the ground and turned around with her arms across her chest, building suspense. With a flare, she moved her arms exposing her breasts. They were as beautiful as I thought they would be. At least D-cups, they were round and perky even without the bra to give them support. Her nipples were a deliciously light shade of pink, hard now in the cool air. And with her every movement, her tits shook, entrancing me as a lava lamp. I stared, my pulse racing, knowing that a tent was forming in my pants but doing nothing to hide it. I was simply too engrossed in those amazing mammaries, so much so that I almost sighed with disappointment as she bent over to remove her thong. Then she straightened, one hand holding red lace and the other covering her crotch. She dropped her thong first and then dropped her hand. Now she was fully naked, her tits and pussy filling my eyes. It was over and Amanda had finally stopped dancing. She simply stood there, panting and flushed from the exertion and the embarrassment, waiting for my next command. Yeah, just like she had said, that wasn't good at all. In fact, her dancing was fucking horrible. It'd almost killed my boner. But the sight before me resuscitated it. I was just content to sit there, my eyes flowing over full tits, smooth stomach, thin waist, round hips, and clean-shaven pussy. But I could see that she was cold from the goosebumps that pebbled her skin. "Come over here and sit down," I said as I patted at the space next to me. She gingerly walked over, still panting, and plopped down on the couch. "That was pretty good. Are you sure you've never done this before?" It wasn't but I was trying to be nice to make her feel better. I had no idea why I was doing that since I really doubt that it'd affect her opinion me. She flushed even more at the compliment and turned her eyes downward, briefly glancing at the tent in my pants. "No, never." My own eyes drifted lower and lower settling on her hard nipples. I wanted to touch them, to massage them, and suck on them. Time to make a move. Not like she could refuse anyway. A fleeting thought popped up. Would this be considered rape? Ah, well. I stretched my arm around her shoulder, pulling her naked body close to me and pressing her against me. She almost tried to shy away but relented. It seemed as if I would share my warmth with her since I, at least, was still dressed. But my motivations were more sinister than that. With my arm around her shoulder, I reached down and placed my hand upon her breast and she shivered in reaction to my cold hands. I lightly squeezed, feeling the warmth of her tit in my palm, malleable and soft. Well, it was time to get down to business, so to speak. "So I got a few questions to ask you, Amanda. I want you to answer truthfully," I began. "Of course, Master." There was no question that she wouldn't. "First, you have any STDs?" "Uh, not that I know of." "Okay good. Are you a virgin?" "Nope." She flushed a little at that though it was hard to tell. "How many guys have you had sex with then?" I was going down a list in my head that I had prepared last night. "Let's see ... only with the four boyfriends." "Huh, you have a boyfriend now?" "No, I broke up with my last one about two months ago. He was being an ass and I just couldn't take it anymore. Which was too bad since he was pretty cute." Well, that was more information than I needed. It almost felt as if she was starting to treat me more and more as a friend instead of someone to be obeyed. I had no idea why this was happening but it was something to be filed away for later. "You on birth control?" This was an important piece of information. "Yes." "Good. Well, I guess that's pretty much everything." Time to do some stress relief. I removed my hand from her breast and extricated myself from the couch. "Alrighty, lie down on the couch." I wasn't exactly sure how to go about fucking a girl that obeyed me like this but I figured this was good way to start. She obeyed and laid herself upon the couch with her head on the armrest. Her eyes looked at me when I started. My hands moved to her tits, massaging and molding her soft flesh with my fingers while I bent down to suck on her left nipple then her right one. With every squeeze of my hands and lick of my tongue, a moan of pleasure emanated from Amanda's lips. But her hands remained at her side. After a few minutes of kneading the soft flesh and sucking on her hardened nipples, I worked my way down her down her body, leaving a trail of glistening saliva over her toned stomach. Soon I arrived at her smooth mound. My fingers dived in first, tracing lightly back and forth along her slit, I teased her. Already they were wet and sticky with her arousal. I gently pushed my fingers inward as I moved them and another moan came from her lips as her back arched with pleasure. She was sensitive alright ... or maybe just really horny. Either way suited me just fine. As I pushed my fingers deeper into Amanda and rubbed against the slick velvet walls of her insides, I brought my mouth to her mound. I started out with gentle kisses then proceeded to spreading her nether lips with my tongue to play with her clit. I could taste her arousal, which wasn't quite what I expected. It had a rather sweet flavor. She must eat a lot of fruits. Even as I licked and fingered her pussy, Amanda pushed her hips upwards as she tried to grind harder against my hand and tongue, moaning with pleasure. My hands moved faster and faster and her the volume of her voice rose with the arch of her back as she finally climaxed. Her body shook and a stream of fluid squirted from her pussy, soaking my hand, my sofa and almost got my face. So she was a squirter ... I should've asked. It might have saved my sofa. I stopped and waited for her tremors to subside and when they finally did, I asked smiling to myself, "So how was it?" It was a few breaths before Amanda could answer me. "It ... it was ... amazing, Master." "Heh, well it's my turn. Get up and turn around," I commanded. "Yes Master," she replied as she shakily pushed herself up off the couch and turned around. With her rump in the air, I had a clear view of her ass. The juices of her climax still flowed from her pussy down her legs and I couldn't help but bend down and lick her nether lips and taste her nectar. She moaned as her body was racked with another shiver. Straightening, I pulled down my khakis and boxers, exposing my hard cock to the cool apartment air. I placed the head gently against her slit, rubbing it back and forth a few times to moist it and make entry into her easier. Once my dick was thoroughly soaked in her juices, I pushed into her body in a single smooth stroke. She gasped in response and again her body was racked with shivers. For a few seconds, I just stood there, unmoving. The sensation of her velvet folds wrapped around my shaft and head was something I had almost forgotten. The warmth of her body surrounding me, gently pulsing and squeezing, her soft buttocks pressed against my hips. It was akin to nirvana. Masturbation was simply no comparison to what I felt now. I've missed this feeling. A few second later, once I've had my fill of that sensation, I began thrusting. Back and forth. Each motion punctuated by a muffled grunt from me and a gasp from Amanda. Sweat flowed down our bodies as rivers and each slam of my hips against her ass sent minute splashes flying out from between us. With every withdrawal, my cock pulled out of her sheath that still clung to it, unwilling to let go. Our union covered in pussy juice and precum. With every thrust forward, her mound dented inward as if unwilling to allow another intrusion until it finally gave in. My hands gripping her hips, I slammed myself into her until eventually her moans became muffled as her face was pressed into the cushions of the couch and I had to brace myself to keep up the pounding. This went on for near twenty minutes, much longer than normal when I could not have lasted half as long before. Strangely, my strength never flagged. My thrusting never wavering, until finally I pushed my dick in to the hilt and convulsed, sending burst upon burst of my semen into Amanda's welcoming womb causing her to shake and climax and scream in response. When I had finally finished, I collapsed on top of her, our sweat-covered bodies sticking and sliding against each other as we panted, exhausted trying to catch our breath. A few minutes later, when I had finally recovered enough strength to pull myself off and out of her, I rolled over onto the couch, my cock sliding out of her pussy though it was still hard, standing at attention as I lay on my back. I turned my head and looked at my devoted slave, who was still pressed into the cushions of the couch. She turned her face towards me when she felt my gaze on her, her sweat-soaked hair flopping aside. She still breathed hard so the only response she could give me was a tired and satisfied smile even as she closed her eyes and fell into an exhausted sleep. I followed soon after. Some time later, I woke up with a chill, my lips dry and cracked from a lack of water. Blinking away the graininess in my eyes, I looked around. Nothing had changed since the end of our tryst. Amanda still laid beside me, unaware of my gaze in her sleep as her round breasts rose and fell in measured rhythms. The sweat from our lovemaking had dried long since and even the juice that had flowed freely between us had become a crusted layer between her legs. Ah crap, cleaning this up was going to be hell. But I wasn't in the mood to waste energy thinking about how to go about it. I stretched my arms, luxuriating in the laziness of a well-rested nap then instinctively huddled in the cold air of the apartment. Shivering, I quickly stood up and wrapped a bathrobe around myself. As I stood there, looking down on Amanda's naked form, her smooth and tanned body, her legs slightly spread open, unheeding of the way her pussy and ass hung off the edge of the couch, my dick began to harden again. No. I turned my gaze away. There was no time for this. It was already too late. A quick glance at the clock on the wall confirmed this. It was already one in the afternoon. I sighed. Half a day wasted. It was time to put my plan in action. I picked up Amanda and rolled her onto the couch. Unable to restrain myself, I squeezed one of her tits with a hand, causing her to moan and her eyes to flutter open as she woke up. "I see you're awake," I said as I walked to my room to look for a blanket. "Stay on the couch. I have something planned in a bit." The Lich Ch. 02 Draping a light blue blanket over her naked form, I continued. "I need you to pretend to sleep and no matter what happens, you need to remain like that until I say you can stop. Got it?" "Yes, Master." And with that, she closed her eyes and settled down back to sleep. Now for the next part of the plan. I took a small mental pause to ready myself for some acting and took out my cell and called my sister, Valerie. After a few rings, she picked up. "Hi John." "Val. Yeah. I- I need your help," I said adding a suitable tremor to my voice. "What? My help? The first time you ever call me and you want something from me. Why am I not surprised?" "Look this is serious. I wouldn't be calling you if I didn't think that you're only one that can help. So please." A little loss of dignity would be worth it. "Uh. Fine. What is it?" Yes she gave in. "Yeah ... uhhhh, how do I say this? I have passed out naked girl on my couch right now and I don't remember what happened last night." Silence. "What?" Her voice was one of outright disbelief. And I couldn't blame her. "I said, there's a naked-" "I know what you said. I just ... I ... what do you want me to do about it?" "C-could you just come over and take a look for me to see if she's okay?" "And you need me to do this, why?" Her voice was starting to rise in pitch. So she was pissed off now ... I think. I never spent enough time with her to really get to know her that well. "Well, I figured she'd feel better if she woke up and there was another girl here to comfort her." Goddamn. I am good. All of this was so plausible that I couldn't believe myself. I was such a good liar. A sigh came through the line. "Fine. I'll be there in a bit. Hide from her until then, in case she wakes up. We don't want her to scream rape and get you in anymore trouble." " 'Kay." And with that she hung up. Well, there was nothing else to do but wait, which is what I did, dropping onto the couch at Amanda's feet and turning on the TV with the remote. That reminded me. "Amanda, you can stop pretending to be asleep." But there was no reply so I glanced over. Her eyes were closed and the blanket covering her generous chest rose and fell in the slow rhythms of sleep. Huh, guess she really did fall back to sleep. Well, I guess I'll just let her rest, I thought as I turned down the volume and sat back to take a break, eagerly waiting the arrival of my future sex slave. The Lich Ch. 03 Some time later ... about twenty minutes to be more precise, the buzzer to my unit rang. Ah that must be her. Carefully getting up from the couch so as not to wake Amanda, I answered the intercom and whispered, "Hello? Who is it?" "It's me, you idiot. Let me in," came the sweet reply. "Oh yeah," I answered feigning ignorance or perhaps stupidity. I pressed the front door unlock button on the intercom and buzzed her in. Seconds later, a knock came from my front door. After a peek through the peephole to confirm that it was indeed Valerie, I opened the door to let her in. She stood there in her skin-tight jeans, according to popular fashion, and a pink striped top with a low neckline, her purse dangling on her left. She was just as I remembered from New Year's. Her long straight black hair framed a petite face. A cute nose between large dark almond-shaped eyes. There were hints of Asian descent in her appearance which I myself also had, something we both inherited from our Korean mother. Her stature was small, her body naturally supermodel thin. The top of her head only came up to my chin. This also lent to her having a small chest, which she, nonetheless, did her best to show off with the plunging neckline that exposed the flawless alabaster skin above her breasts. Damn, she was hot. She stepped through the door and opened her mouth, which I immediately shushed. "She's still asleep," I explained in a whisper, though in truth I think she already woke up. Giving me a glare, she continued. "I was about to say that it freaking stinks in here." "Well, I'm pretty sure that I fucked her last night." "Ew! I did NOT need to know that." "Wh- I was just ... whatever just take a look at her and see if you can wake her up." This conversation was already starting to make my head hurt. But if everything worked according to plan, I won't have to talk to her much. Instead, I'll just be fucking her brains out. After another glare from that beautiful face, she stepped around me and headed to the couch and Amanda. In passing, she turned her head and noted the pile of Amanda's clothing and the wet carpet. Carefully avoiding both, she knelt down next to the couch. Of course I followed. It was time to put on the last finishing touches. Valerie began gently shaking Amanda in an attempt to wake her as I stopped behind her. To cover up the attempt should it not work, I whispered, "Hey, is she alright?" But she didn't have time to respond as I gently brushed the back of her neck with my hand. Just as I expected, electricity arched through my fingertips, accompanied by numbness, though there was less firework than I had expected. Nonetheless, she collapsed from the shock onto Amanda's sleeping form, half on and half off the couch. She looked as if she was dead and in a hurry I checked her pulse to make sure that she was still alive. At first, I could feel nothing and I panicked, sweat breaking out as I thought I had killed my sister. But moments later, I felt her pulse returning. Weak at first but it grew stronger with every passing second. Satisfied, I stepped back. With her head turned to the side, I caught a flutter of eyelashes as Valerie woke up. Putting my hand on her back, no shock this time, I gently shook her, again feigning ignorance. "Hey, Val, are you alright?" Her voice was weak as she replied. "Huh? Yeah ... I feel ... kinda weird." "Really?" Time to test it out. "Maybe you've got heatstroke or something." "Yeah, maybe." "Here, take off your shirt. That should cool you down a bit." ... and let me see her tits. "That ... sounds good." It does? Weird. She reacting in a completely different way than Amanda. I think her mind was just making up excuses to justify obeying me. I think. Or maybe I was just over-analyzing it. Either way, she obeyed and pulled the shirt over her head, tossing it aside and exposing her red bra with just a little bit of lace. Just like I thought. Her tits were small. Barely a B cup. But that did nothing to diminish the sexiness of her petite and tight little body. Uh oh, I felt another tent forming in my pants. A slight nudge with a hand in my pocket was all it took to correct the discomfort. Well, now that I was sure that thing, whatever it was, was working, there was no need for pretenses. "Take off your bra now," I commanded her. And like an obedient little slave, my sister obeyed, without a verbal justification this time. As she tossed her bra aside, I saw that it was padded. Huh. And now Valerie, my eighteen year-old sister stood before me, topless, her dark nipples hard and pointed in the cool air of my apartment. After so much wishing and fantasizing, she was finally within my grasp. I could hardly believe my eyes as my every desire was about to be fulfilled, a thought that almost had me jizzing my pants. A stray thought floated through my head and I couldn't help but wonder if this could be considered rape. Ah well. It wasn't like Amanda and Valerie would ever press charges though. At least I hoped they wouldn't. That thought almost killed my boner. Fortunately, the sight of Val's small perky tits brought it back to attention. Well, might as well go all the way. "Uh, take off your jeans." And off came her tight jeans, flying aside to join her shirt and bra on the floor, exposing her matching red panties. Huh. The front of it was actually transparent showing off her thin patch of trimmed pubic hair, with a small scrap of opaque fabric that hid her pussy. I couldn't help but wonder if my little sister was more of a freak than she made herself out to be. "Val, do you have a boyfriend?" I had to ask. "No." No hesitation. No pauses. She had to be telling the truth. Well, it wasn't like she could lie to me anyway. "You ever had sex?" "No." "Really?" That surprised me a bit. Eighteen and still a virgin. I really hadn't expected that of someone as desirable as Val. Weird. She sighed, obviously exasperated though a blush colored her cheeks. "Yes. Really." Hm. Guess whatever that lightning thing was that gave me control of her didn't affect her personality. For which I was grateful. Val was cuter this way. Wait, did this mean that Amanda had always submissive and obedient? "What about those panties? Who are you wearing those for?" Wow, she flushed even harder, which I hadn't thought possible. " ... I like wearing sexy clothing. You got a problem with that?" "No, no." Really, I could only appreciate her desire to be attractive. But as nice as those panties were, they were still in the way. "Well, whatever. Take 'em off." And off they went, joining the rest of the clothing. I stared, transfixed on Val's pussy. It was perfect. A small strip of pubic hair guided my gaze to the valley between her legs, to a unadorned slit, devoid of any sign of her labia. Flawless and delectable. I had waited so long and now here she was, completely naked in front of me. I couldn't help myself. I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her, pressing her naked body against me, my rock-hard erection sandwiched between us. I bent my head down and kissed her. It was tentative at first, but when she moaned softly beneath me, I pressed forward. My tongue explored the inside of her mouth until I could no longer hold my breath and finally pulled back. Her face was flushed, her eyes closed and mouth still slightly open as if expecting another kiss. And I obliged. As again I explored my sister's sweet lips, I ran my fingers down the side of her body, feeling her smooth flawless skin shivering in anticipation. I carefully approached her pussy while I reveled in the heat of her body. When I finally touched her clit, she let out a gasp of pleasure. Val's pussy was practically dripping, my hand already covered in her juices. I slowly pushed inside her, feeling the smooth velvet walls pulse around my fingers. It was amazingly tight. I began moving, in and out, in and out, increasing the speed of my hand until Val was having trouble standing. Holding her up in my arms and against my body, I continued moving my hand while she gasped with each thrust. Finally, she came, the orgasm racking her body with shivers and shakes. Half a minute later, Val finally settled down. Her small body rested against mine, the fluids of her pussy running down both our legs and soaking my pants. Goddammit, I was so horny. My cock was begging for relief and I couldn't ignore it anymore. I bent my little sister over the coffee table and pulled down my pants, exposing my erection to the cool air. Val's ass sticking upwards at me was an irresistible sight and I rubbed the tip of my cock against her pussy, wetting it with the juices of her arousal. It was an amazing sensation. Her slippery folds just barely kissing me. Then I stopped. I was ready to plunge my dick in my little sister's tight virgin cunt when a thought occurred to me. She was a virgin. Does that mean she wasn't on birth control? I had to be sure so that I didn't accidentally get my sister pregnant and beget some sort of monster. "Hey, Val. You on birth control?" Her mind muddled, it took a second for her to respond. "Mmmh ... huh? No I'm not." Shit. And here I was ready to fuck her and not a condom in sight. It took a supreme amount of determination on my part to pull back my dick from the the verge of penetration. Well, at least I can still get oral. I sighed as I sat down on the couch after gently pushing away Amanda's legs. "Val, get over here on your knees." She turned around and obeyed. Her heart-shaped face was now strategically placed near my crotch. "Now suck on my dick." Huh. Saying this out loud as a command rather than an insult almost felt weird. Nonetheless, Val obeyed and took my hard cock between her soft cherry lips and into her mouth. I leaned back on the couch, reveling in the sensation of my dick wrapped in slippery warmth. She flicked the head and I nearly came. I was so close to the precipice that it was almost painful. But she had stopped moving. Damn. Since I was too preoccupied to give further instructions, I opted to simply show her what I wanted. With my free hand, I reached behind her head and gripped her hair. A muffled moan of protested issued from Val's lips but I ignored it. A tug pulled her face away from my crotch until my dick was almost out of her mouth. Then I pushed down hard and fast, pressing her face forward until her forehead pressed against my stomach and my dick was entrenched firmly in the back of her throat. It was an even more amazing sensation. The pulsing of my sister's tight throat as she began to choke on my cock was heaven. And with a rush, I tilted my head back, eyes closing and came, shooting my cum down her esophagus. I leaned back, bathing in the relaxation of post-orgasmic bliss while Val's throat continued to pulse against my slowly diminishing erection. After what seemed like ages, I finally gathered enough strength to sit up, raising my head. And what I saw was surprising. My little sister's face was still pressed against my crotch, her nose in my pubes, her face a little blue from my cock and cum in her throat, and down her cheeks glistened twin trails of tears. She was crying. I had made her cry. Then something unexpected happened. A sensation I never thought I would feel. A twinge in my chest at the thought of my sister crying because of me. My little sister that had always been dismissive of me each time we had gathered. My little sister that had always seemed so strong, so unflappable, so certain of herself. And now she was crying, naked, my hand pressing her face against my crotch, my dick and seed down her throat. That sight brought out a sadistic side of me that I never knew existed and my boner came raging back. Val's throat clenched and a momentary strangled gasp issued from her lips while her eyes bulged as she again stared up at me, tears welling. I couldn't stop myself. I needed to cum. So I gripped her hair once again and pulled her head away from me only to slam her face back into my pubes again and again, each time a small gasp issuing from her lips. And again I came, shooting my seed down her throat. There. I was spent, done, satisfied. Once again, leaning back into the couch, I pulled Val's hair one last time, extricating my dick from between her lips and loosened my grip. Freed from my fingers, she nearly collapsed. Holding herself up with her hands, she coughed, retched, hacking again and again, until a foul-smelling mixture of my cum and her spit and stomach acid poured from her lips and gathered into a thick puddle on the carpet. Shit. My carpet was ruined. Well, it was pretty much already ruined from this morning when I was fucking Amanda but that was only her cunt juices, nothing too hard to clean. But this, this would destroy my carpet. I was a bit a bit peeved with Val. I wanted to punish her and an idea popped into my head. "Val, drink it." She turned her head to look at me with her tear stained cheeks, her messed up hair, and just a little of that foul mixture dribbling from her mouth. Her confusion was evident. "Drink that puddle you made on the floor like the bitch you are." I couldn't believe what came out of my mouth. I was never this sadistic. I had always been slow to anger and rarely insulted anyone, but something about seeing my little sister, naked and messed up just made me want to torture her. And I couldn't resist it. "Do it, you bitch." She had no choice. She had to obey. I leaned forward, eagerly watching her debasement, my cock hard again. Her face approached the foul puddle slowly and reluctantly, until she was just a mere inch away. And she stuck out her tongue and lapped at it ever so slowly. Too slowly. "No. I want you to suck it up like you're drinking ambrosia." I felt like a god and it was amazing. She did as I said and pressed her lips against that disgusting mixture and sucked it up into her mouth until the carpet was again relatively clean ... or as clean as possible without an industrial cleaner. Val turned to face me, her cheeks bulging, her eyes pleading. Of course I showed no mercy. "Swallow it all." And with tears streaming down her porcelain cheeks, she again obeyed, taking that crap down her throat. It was a pitiful sight. My once proud little sister debased and humiliated. I thought ... Yes. I felt a bit bad now. And my erection diminished. I've had enough. I sighed. "Okay that's enough. Take your clothes to the bathroom. Fix yourself up and get dressed." Once Val was out of my sight. I turned to Amanda and was a little shocked to see her awake, though her eyes were closed, her nakedness uncovered, her back arched, one hand on her breast and the other between her legs, moaning with lust. Again I sighed. I really wasn't in the mood for this, though my dick was ever vigilant. Of course I ignored it. "Amanda. Stop that." Her hands stopped and she opened her eyes and look at me. "Huh? Oh, yes, Master. Sorry about that. I just got so hot watching her go down on you like that. I couldn't help myself." Huh, she was more perverted than I thought. Well, I'll keep that in mind for later. "Whatever. Just get dressed and go in there and help Val clean up." "Right, okay. As you say." And she got up gathered her clothing and headed to the bathroom. I looked around at the mess that we had made. There was bodily fluids pooling on the carpet, wet spots on the couch and the smell of sex permeated the air. Shit. I was going to have to shell out quite a bit for the cleaning. I sighed ... harder this time and sat back on the couch, still naked, avoiding the wet spots, turned on the TV and turned off my brain. About half an hour, Val and Amanda came out of the bathroom looking much more presentable and with ... possibly shame written across their faces. Well, their opinions didn't really matter anyway. "Amanda take Val out and get some birth control pills or something." "Yes, Master. Come on Valerie, I'll take you to that clinic that I use." My sister said nothing, instead briefly glaring at me as they walked past and out the door. Whatever. She's in my power now and she can glare as much as she wants, she still has to do what I tell her to do. As I sat there, trying to watch TV, not knowing how long the girls were going to take, the state of my apartment was starting to bug me. It was like an elephant in the room. As much as I wanted to ignore it, I knew that cleaning up now would be much easier than doing it later when all that shit has had time to soak into the carpet and dry. Eventually, it would turn into a layer of white crust that crunched each time I stepped on it. Oh God. That thought did it. I got up and pulled out all the detergents and cleaners I could find underneath the sink and began spraying and scrubbing.