The Reward

by W. G.

PROLOGUE

The being had been trapped within the strata of rock since the planet was formed. Though no human could have detected its presence, The being was not only present, but intelligent. The being's knowledge went far beyond what humanity was capable of, but it was designed to be alone, and could not understand the complex relationships that social creatures like humans had. Physically the being might best be described as a pattern of distortions in the subatomic probability fields. This gave the being the ability to affect the world we know in ways that would seem like magic to most people.

Its curiosity, a trait it shared with humans, had trapped the being. It had noticed strange patterns in the newly forming solar system, and, in an unusually rash action, it had embedded itself within the material of the forming system, to get a better look. It had been surprised to discover that the strange energies it had examined prevented it from extracting itself without destroying the emerging planet. By then it was apparent that life would arise on the planet if it was allowed to form undisturbed. So the being settled down to a relatively boring wait, until the planet or the life on it, was destroyed in the normal course of events. Its moral code bound it not to destroy even potential life.

Then it noticed intelligent life appearing. . . .

Chapter 1
Release

It felt good to finally get out. After spending most of my summer vacation feeling like the universe was conspiring to keep me indoors, I had finally gotten out of the house, and into the woods. I had played among these trees for most of my childhood. It was surprising how much I missed wandering through them when I was away at college.

I suppose an introduction is in order. My name is Roger Scheafer. I am 5'8" tall, with a medium build, and dark brown hair. I wasn't homely, but girls didn't go chasing after me either. At the time this story starts, I was 20 years old, and had been away at college for almost three solid years, (except for Christmas holidays). My mother had died eight years ago, and my father and I had been living together on the farm in California until I left for college.

My mother's death, and the fact that I didn't get my last growth spirt until late, had left me a little shy, especially around girls. At college, away from my familiar home and surrounded by strangers, I became even more reserved. I barely talked to any girls, and spent most of my energy on my school work. In fact, I spent so much of my energy on school, taking heavy schedules, summer classes, and studying most of the time, that I wound up with a 3.8 GPA.

Unfortunately, my rather single minded determination to spend all my time on school work had left me worn out. Acting on the advice of my councilor, I had decided to spend the entire summer relaxing at home, and enjoying a complete rest.

While I had been away at college, my father had remarried. Alice, his new wife, seemed to be pleasant, and she seemed to genuinely care for my father. I still felt a little awkward around her. Part of that was the fact that I only knew her from a few phone calls, letters, and one short visit home last Christmas. We both wanted my father to be happy though, and we were both working to be pleasant to each other for his sake.

Alice had a daughter, Tracey, from a previous marriage of her own. I had not yet met Tracey, as she had been spending most of her time with her father. He lived in Florida, and owned a small import/export business there. At this time I didn't know why the father had custody of Tracey, though I got the impression that he was quite well off, and that may have had something to do with it.

As I said before, I had come home for the summer to get a rest from college. The rest turned out to be a little more complete than I had intended, as I came down with a bad case of the flu almost as soon as I arrived home. That kept me in bed for most of two months. (The doctor said some things about my being weakened by stress, and an allergic reaction to one of the drugs.)

Alice was great, and did her best to make me comfortable, and include me in any activity that I was well enough for. I still couldn't get used to thinking of her as "mother," but by the time I was well enough to get out of the house, we had become good friends. Unfortunately, by then I had only little over a week of vacation left.

But today the universe seemed to be trying to make up for the rough time I had been having. The sky was bright blue, the air was just slightly cool, and there was just enough of a breeze to be pleasant. I was just letting my feet wander without really thinking about where I was going when I saw a black opening in the side of the hill.

"So the old cave is still here!" I thought.

As a child I had spent many hours exploring to the center of the planet, flying through space, and fighting alien invasions from that cave. It was more of a niche than a real cave. It was only about fifteen feet deep, eight feet high, and ten wide, but that had been enough room for my imagination to reach to the ends of the universe.

The being was pleased. The plans it had set in motion when it detected intelligent life were about to bear fruit.

Something seemed to draw me to the cave, like I was coming back to an old friend. As I wandered in, a feeling like I was being welcomed came over me. The intensity of the feeling rather overwhelmed me, and I wasn't paying much attention to where I was placing my feet. Suddenly there wasn't anything under them, and I was falling into a dark hole. I hit the bottom with a thump, and the darkness seemed to swallow me up.

"Ouch!" I said to myself, when I recovered from the shock, "From now on I'm going to watch where I'm putting my feet!"

I took inventory, and decided that I still had all my parts, and had suffered nothing worse than bruises.

"Where am I?" I asked softly.

There was a little light coming through an irregular opening, about ten feet above me, and as my eyes adjusted I could make out a short tunnel leading away from the hole I had dropped through.

"Wow! I never knew this was here." I thought as I pushed myself back to my feet. "I wonder where this tunnel goes?"

As I peered down the tunnel, I saw a faint light, somewhat different from the dim sunlight filtering down from the hole above me. The feeling of welcome returned, even stronger than before. It drew me forward, toward the light. Even though I knew that this was very strange, somehow I wasn't frightened. I was careful where I walked this time, but I did move forward, to the end of the short tunnel.

At the end of the tunnel was the source of the light I had seen. It was a small crystal, about an inch long, and a quarter of that across, embedded in the wall at the end of the tunnel. If it hadn't been glowing, it would have looked like a piece of common quartz.

For some reason I felt drawn to the crystal. Slowly I reached out and touched the tip of the crystal with my finger. When I made contact, there was a sensation like an electrical shock through my entire body, except that it didn't hurt at all. Then a voice seemed to speak directly into my mind.

<< WELCOME >>
<< I AM PLEASED THAT YOU ARE HERE >>
<< PERFORM YOUR TASK AND YOU WILL BE REWARDED >>

My task was simple. I removed from my neck the chain that I had worn for a long time. From the chain I removed a small loop of wire. I had found it in the physics lab when I was a freshman, a discarded piece from an experiment with superconducting magnets. Later I had used it as the subject of my first attempt to use an electron microscope. Now, I took the loop and placed it around the crystal. It was a perfect fit.

<< EXCELLENT! >>
<< IN SHORT TIME I WILL BE FREE! >>
<< THE REWARD IS YOURS >>
<< IT WOULD BE WISE FOR YOU TO LEAVE NOW >>

As the last words of the voice echoed in my mind, I saw the glow from the crystal begin to brighten. Still in something of a daze, I made my way back along the tunnel, climbed up through the opening, and out of the cave into the sunlight.

Slowly, as I walked back toward home, my mind began to clear, and I began to wonder if that had all been real. I still had the bruises, and scuff marks on my cloths that were the result of the fall. Had a glowing piece of quartz crystal really talked to me?

Then there was a loud rumble from behind me. I turned and looked. I was about a hundred yards from the cave, and dust was billowing out of the opening. Shining through the dust was the same kind of light I had seen coming from the crystal in the tunnel. The light grew brighter until I had to look away. Then it was gone. Dust from the cave mouth began to settle, and birds and other creatures slowly resumed their normal noises. The entire episode had taken only a few seconds.

That was a little too much for me. I turned and began running toward home as fast as I could!

Some weakness remained from my illness though, and I collapsed panting after about a minute. The collapse allowed me time to recover from my panic, and I began to think again. The entire episode was beginning to seem like a dream.

"Look," I said to myself, "This is just too wild! I am probably weaker than I thought. I tripped over a rock in the cave, and I hallucinated the rest."

The more I thought about it the more likely that seemed.

"Maybe I should just go home and take a nap."

That seemed like a very good idea. Whether that had been a dream or reality, it had been a big shock, and I was worn out.

By the time I had finished my nap, I had convinced myself that the whole thing was just a bad dream. I would just take things a little easier for a while, until I completely recovered.

Chapter 2
Discovery

The next few days were pleasantly uneventful. The weather stayed good, and I seemed completely recovered. My dad and I even got to spend a day fishing together.

I did return to the cave and take a look. There was no evidence of my previous visit, and no evidence of the hole I remembered falling through.

This pleasant relaxing atmosphere was disrupted three days before I was due to leave. It started when Alice the got a phone call from her daughter. She was on her way to visit. She wanted to be picked up from the airport (75 miles from us), tomorrow morning. We got this call at nine at night. We dropped our plans to go hiking tomorrow, and went to bed early.

If the above description makes it sound like I was annoyed, I was. But I had been the center of attention most of the summer, and I had to admit that Tracey had every right to come and visit. Perhaps the opportunity had arrived suddenly, and she hadn't been able to give us any more warning.

But Alice looked a little strained when she talked about Tracey that night, and again in the morning.

"Oh well," I thought "She hasn't seen her daughter for more than four years, She has every right to be nervous." I was actually becoming eager to meet Tracey. Alice was 38 years old, and still quite good looking. Her daughter was about 18, and I was hoping that she took after her mother in the look's department. Seeing Alice and my dad getting along all summer had made me start thinking about getting a girl of my own.

The trip to the airport was uneventful, and the flight was only 10 minutes late. So we were all in good spirits when Tracey arrived. It was then that I got my first look at her.

Tracey wasn't just good looking. She was gorgeous! My first impression was that she looked like she had stepped out of an ad for an airline. She had long auburn hair, with green eyes, and a heart shaped face. She was about 5'5" tall, with her shoes on, and had a body that could have gotten her a spread in Playboy magazine. I never got into estimating girls measurements, but I suspect that she was at least a C cup, with a small waist.

Tracey was dressed to show off what she had too. I don't mean that she was dressed like a cheep hooker, or something. In fact her clothes looked quite tasteful and expensive. It was just that they made it apparent that the body they covered was worth looking at. The blouse she wore was white, and just sheer enough to make you think you might see something through it in the right light. She had it opened at the top to expose just the tiniest bit of cleavage. Her skirt went down to the tops of her knees, and had a small slit on each side.

The only thing that detracted from her looks was her expression. She had a look I had seen before. It was the look of someone who feels people have not treated them with the respect and immediate obedience that they deserve, and they are going to complain about it until someone fixes things. In short, she looked like a spoiled brat about to throw a tantrum. I recognized this look because I had lost a part time job in a shoe store due to my inability to handle that sort of person.

I was hopping that I had misread her expression, but no. By the time we reached the luggage area she had told us that "The ticket people at Miami were rude. The stewardesses were lazy. They had given her the wrong meal, and when she finally got them to change it, the food was awful. The plane had arrived late to her transfer point, and she had been forced to WALK to the other gate, and then her seat had been uncomfortable and she had a backache from the trip."

The trip home was not much better. She seemed to complain about everything. By the time we got home I was seriously considering going back to college early!

One thing that became painfully obvious on the trip back home was the reason for this visit. She didn't come right out and say it, but her various complaints made it obvious. Her father had failed to give her something she wanted, (a trip to Europe), and she had left home to punish him.

When we got home, and had her luggage moved into her room she declared "I'm tired from the trip and I have a headache. I am going to take a nap until dinner. Please try to keep quiet so I can sleep."

Back in the living room, dad and I worked at cheering up Alice. Tracey had clearly upset her, though she was trying not to show it. Tracey had upset me too. The idea of spending the next three days with a girl who did nothing but complain was not pleasant, even if she was great looking.

When Tracey came down for dinner, she had changed clothes. She was wearing a light summer dress, with a low neck line. Her hair was loose, and fell down the middle of her back, and she was wearing a pendant on a light chain around her neck.

My eyes were drawn to where the pendant rested right at the start of her cleavage. My face must have shown how her appearance was affecting me, because she gave me a look that seemed to say "I know what you want, and you can't have it." Then she turned to go into the dining room.

By the time Alice had the food on the table, Tracey had managed to complain about the bed, and was starting to say something about me, when it happened.

Tracey was serving herself some mashed potatoes. I was looking at her and thinking "It would be really nice if that big glob she has on the serving spoon managed to wind up in her cleavage instead of on her plate." As I was thinking this the spoon seemed to almost take a life of its own, and sure enough, the potatoes landed right where I had been wishing they would.

Well, we never learned what she thought of my biology major, because she let out a scream that could have been heard a mile away. Those potatoes were HOT! She jumped up and started yelling and dancing around, and she nearly tore the top of her dress off trying to get the potatoes.

By the time Alice had gotten the aloe lotion applied, and we all had settled back down to dinner, I was beginning to wonder what had happened. Dad, and Alice had been looking elsewhere when the incident occurred, and Tracey had been talking at Alice. But I had been looking right at Tracey, and that had NOT been an accident. There was over a foot of distance between where she should have put the potatoes, and where she had placed them.

The episode in the cave came back to me right away, especially the part about "THE REWARD IS YOURS". I decided right then that, if I HAD been granted some special powers or something, I didn't want to do ANYTHING with them until I knew what was going on.

When I made that decision, I felt something strange. It was as if someone had whispered in my ear that my decision would be followed. It wasn't in so many words, but, some how, I felt that whatever had caused the incident with the potatoes would wait until I was ready before acting again.

Chapter 3
Reward

I went to bed early that night, saying that I wanted to get plenty of rest before I had to go back to college. Once I was in bed, I lay back, and thought to myself, "OK now, What's going on?"

Almost at once, I was dreaming. I knew it was a dream, but at the same time, I knew that what I learned here would be real. I was sitting in a comfortable chair, surrounded by a thick white mist. In front of me, so shrouded with mist that I could barely make it out, was a figure. I could not make out any details of appearance, or even sex, but the voice when it spoke was clear.

I am a part of your reward. When you released the being trapped within the rock of this planet, its sense of ethics bound it to repay you for the trouble you went through in helping it. The being has given a small part of its power to you in payment. I am the control for that power.

The voice was quite clear, and while I knew that I was actually laying in bed, this dream seemed quite real.

"Are you alive?" I asked.

No, Nor am I independently intelligent. I am linked to you, and your will. The closest that I can come at this time, in terms you understand, is that I am a computer program, linked to your mind. I interpret your thoughts, and use your power to follow your instructions. The being created me to act as an interface between your mind and your power.

This was amazing, some how I knew that this wasn't a delusion or anything of the sort, though I vowed that I wouldn't do anything precipitous until I had tested this "computer". But how much can it do?

By the standards of humanity your power is unlimited, but I have limitations, and since you are incapable of using the power directly my limitations affect you.

I have three main limitations. First, The being that left me here for you built in a safety restriction. We cannot do anything that would risk destroying a large percentage of life on this planet, and We cannot risk shortening the time that this planet will support life by a significant amount.

My second limitation comes from the nature of the power. This power works by affecting the subatomic energies that make up all things. In order to affect these energies, I must be able to perceive them accurately. Currently my range is about twenty feet. My range will increase as I learn the peculiarities of the various energy patterns in this area. I expect that in time my range will increase to include this entire star system.

My third limitation is in my understanding of what you want to accomplish. I have been spending the time since I was formed, learning to understand you. I believe that I finally learned enough to be safe for you to use. This is why we acted on your desire for the disposition of the potatoes earlier today.

Within these limitations, we can do almost anything you can conceive of and express accurately enough for me to understand. My only other constraints are those you choose. There are no limitations on what we can do to individual life forms, intelligent or otherwise.

This sounded too good to be true. Was there some catch? Was I selling my soul to the Devil? What if this power decided to act on its own?

I cannot detect anything that you would feel was a "catch". If there is one, it is beyond our power to detect, or beyond my current understanding of your meaning. I am constantly learning and if I do detect any thing that might qualify, I will inform you immediately. I have no knowledge of any being that might qualify as "the Devil". To the best of my knowledge you "paid" for your power by helping the being that left me here. The power cannot act on its own. Your power can only act under my control. I can only exercise control over the power in order to follow your instructions. I am not a separate creature. The only reason that I appear to be separate is that I found this to be the best way to introduce you to your powers. I am, in fact, a part of you, and I cannot have desires or needs separate from yours.

Well, If there is a trap here, I obviously won't find it this way. I don't want to have my random thoughts triggering all sorts of strange things, so I don't want you acting unless I specifically direct an instruction to you. Also, If an instruction of mine is likely to cause serious injury, or death to anyone, warn me, and give me a chance to revoke it before carrying it out. I guess we should end this dream now, so I can see if this works in the real world.

Acknowledged

I opened my eyes, and realized that I was back, in my room, on my bed. I turned and looked at my alarm clock, and less than a minute had passed since this had started.

"That was sure strange. It seemed real, and I want to believe it, but it seems stupid to believe something like this" I thought.

"Well there's only one way to be sure, and that's to try."

I want a bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream on my dresser now.

Acknowledged

I almost jumped out of the bed as the not quite a voice answered. Then I saw the bowl on my dresser, in a spot that I was sure had been empty a moment before. I walked over to it and looked. The bowl had three scoops of my favorite ice cream, complete with the spoon I had pictured when I gave the command. I hesitantly touched the spoon. It felt cold. Then I took the spoon and tasted a bit of the ice cream. It tasted great. I slowly took the bowl, sat on the bed, and ate the ice cream, while I thought about what to do next.

There was an explanation for this that I didn't like at all. I could have gone completely loony. I didn't feel like I was, but I suspect that most loonies don't. The old saying that "If you think you might be insane, you probably aren't." wasn't really much comfort. I needed a way to see if this power was real.

"So," I said to myself, "look at the problem logically. There are two possibilities, that this is real, or that I've gone over the edge. If this is real, there is no problem. If I'm nuts, I want to know so I can get help. So how do I test this?"

I thought for a while and came to this conclusion. If I do something obvious, and everyone else sees it too, then that is as good a proof as I can get. So what do I do for a test? It has to be obvious, so that there will be no doubt about the reactions, or lack of them.

My thoughts turned to Tracey. By now she should be asleep in the room right next to mine.

Chapter 4
Test

The next morning, I was up early waiting to see if my first test would be a success. I had decided to start small, and sort of work my way into larger tests, and I had decided to use Tracey as the subject of the first test. The waiting was getting to me a little, and I was beginning to wonder if I shouldn't just ask if my dad knew a good psychiatrist, when Alice came down stairs with a slightly worried expression.

"Tracey seems to have come down with something Mike" she said. (Mike was my dad's name.) "The poor dear has completely lost her voice!"

All of the worry I had been feeling disappeared. That was just what I had ordered!

A few minutes later, my dad came down from checking on her I heard him say "The poor girl can't make a sound! Well if things don't get better by tomorrow, we'll take her in to the clinic."

I won't detail all of the various other tests I made that morning. They mostly involved improving things around my dad's farm. Things like eliminating all of the pests from Alice's garden, and bringing water into an old well that had been dry for over a decade. One thing I did establish was that once I made a change, it was permanent. I had to be within 20 feet to effect the change, but once done, It remained no matter where I was.

"Well," I thought "If this power isn't real then I'm so far around the bend that I won't be able to tell when they lock me up in a padded room. In any case, I might as well enjoy it!"

That thought brought my mind back to Tracey. She was still mute, and the silence had been quite pleasant. I did wonder exactly what had been done to her.

I was beginning to get used to the power answering my questions like that, though it still startled me every so often. It wasn't a voice that I heard, and there was no sound associated with it. The words just appeared in my head. It really wasn't like anything else I had ever heard of.

What was more interesting was the way my order had been carried out. I had wanted her to be unable to talk at all, and this ensured that she could not even whisper! The delicacy of manipulation required to inhibit her ability to vocalize, without damaging any of her other mental or physical abilities was amazing!

This ability to modify her brain function also brought up other interesting possibilities. I ensured that my dad, and Alice would enjoy a quiet afternoon down stairs, while I went back up stairs to have some fun.

First, I should be able to get a view of Tracey in her room. . . .

Tracey

I decided to get out of bed, and at least get myself presentable. Mom had told me to stay in bed, but she would just have to learn that I made my own decisions, though I might not stay long enough for her to get used to that.

I looked at myself in the vanity mirror, and smiled. I was good looking and I knew it. Not only that, I knew how to use my looks to get what I wanted. It's amazing how easy most men are to manipulate. That twerp Roger would certainly be mine any time I wanted to make the effort. His reaction to my outfit at dinner had made that obvious. His father was proving to be a little more resistant though.

The idea of staying with my mom to make dad see reason had turned out horribly. For heaven's sake this was California, home of beach boys, and movie stars, but this dump was hundreds of miles from anything! In addition, this new husband of mom's was practically living in poverty. This place was certainly not MY idea of a home.

All in all I had decided to cut this visit short, when my voice disappeared. This is the most frustrating situation I have ever been in! This is even worse than when dad refused to send me to France. At least then I had been able to talk and try to reason with him! But now, I can't even whisper! The only way I can communicate is by writing and sign language. Using hand signs is undignified, and writing notes is a very unsatisfactory way of telling people what's wrong with them.

I looked at myself in the mirror, absently assuming my "hurt puppy" look. I looked fine, and I certainly don't feel sick. My throat doesn't even hurt, but I still can't make a sound. It was going to be tough to go anywhere else, even back to my dad. I can't even call the airline to order tickets without help, and mom might get stubborn about letting me go before my voice clears up.

Maybe I can entertain myself with Roger. A few hurt looks, and a little extra cleavage and I can probably have him waiting on me hand and foot. He isn't much, but it's good practice, and it will keep me from getting too bored.

As I brushed my hair and planned the first step in bringing Roger under control, I noticed an unexpected sensation. I looked down, and could easily make out thru the thin material of my nightie that my nipples were suddenly standing erect. In fact they felt harder then I had ever felt before! They quickly became so hard that it was mildly painful!

I know that I have great looking breasts. I smiled again at how that jerk Roger had reacted to the little I had let him see at dinner. My nipples are small and pink, and while they are fairly sensitive, they usually don't get erect easily. But now they had extended to their full half inch length, for no apparent reason!

I looked at them in wonder, put down the brush I was using, and touched them. The sensation my light touch caused was incredible! If I had still had my voice, the whole house would have heard me yelp!

"Maybe I SHOULD go back to bed." I thought. "This might be a new symptom of the disease that made my voice go away!"

I got up, and went back to the dinky twin bed they had given me, pausing briefly to remove my panties, and nightie. Then I got into bed and relaxed on my back with my legs spread.

"This is probably some icky disease from one of the animals that infested this back woods area." I decided. "Maybe I should force that guy mom married to take me to a hospital."

Wait a second. Why did I strip before getting in bed? And why was I laying here, on my back, with my legs spread?

"This is embarrassing!" I thought "I look like I'm posing for some cheap skin magazine! What if someone walks in!"

I felt a small tingle of fear as I tried to bring my legs together, and couldn't. My legs moved just fine, but no mater how hard I tried, they stayed spread far enough that my feet dangled off the mattress.

My fear began to grow as I discovered that my hands and arms weren't working right either. Like my legs, I could move them normally, but they simply would NOT do anything that covered any part of my body!

"I have to get help!" I thought my fright growing quickly. "There has to be something I can do!"

I began struggling more and more violently, my fright growing as I discovered that I couldn't leave the bed, or change the revealing pose I was in.

"Enough!" I practically screamed to myself. "I can't panic. I must stay calm!"

I pushed my fear down until It was no worse than I felt on a thrill ride. I was rather proud at how quickly I had been able to gain control of myself.

"This is very strange." I thought. "I'm not paralyzed, I can still move around. There has to be something I can do about this"

I continued trying to figure out how to get out of this, or at least get help, when a new sensation intruded on my thoughts.

"What now?!" I thought.

With a little effort I lifted my shoulders and head enough to look at my pussy. I couldn't see much, but the ache at the top of my pussy, and the little I could see was enough.

"My clit has gotten hard! Am I turning into a nymphomaniac? What is happening to me?"

The erotic ache from my nipples, and now my clit was beginning to affect me. I was definitely getting turned on by this, and I was in no position to relieve myself!

"Take it easy Tracey," I said to myself. "Your only options around here are mom's new husband, who's older than dad, and that jerk Roger. It would help if I could masturbate, but I can't get my hands anywhere near my pussy or boobs! God, I wonder what will happen next?"

I didn't have too long to wait for an answer. After about a minute of laying there, shifting occasionally when the stimulation became too much, I felt something new happening. A strange stretching sensation appeared in my nipples and clit. I looked down, and saw my nipples swelling! Even more incredible, my clit was poking its tip out from between my cunt lips, and swelling along with my nipples! The swelling continued until both of my nipples and my clit were as long and thick as my thumb!

My nipples and clit must have become even more sensitive as they grew, because soon I was feeling erotic tingles each time one of them jiggled, or even when a draft of air caressed them.

"Oh God!" I thought. "I'm getting too hot to sit still!"

The erotic tingles, and aches from my nipples and clit forced me to squirm, trying to relieve them, and each movement caused them to jiggle, and caused drafts to caress them, causing even more erotic tingles! Within a few minutes I was writhing on the bed, filled with a mixture of desire, pleasure, and frustration!

Then suddenly, something changed, and my legs came together. I quickly jumped up from the bed, afraid that If I waited I would be stuck again.

"I have to get help!" I thought. "Dam! My hands still won't cover any part of my body, but at least I can walk again!"

My excitement was short lived. I tried to get my robe, before going down stairs and getting help, but instead I found myself walking out the door to my room stark naked! Even worse, instead of going down stairs for help, I found myself turning right, walking into Roger's room, and closing the door behind me!

Roger was leaning back in a chair by the window, as I walked in. He had a slightly vacant look to his eyes at first, but that disappeared and he looked right at me. I blushed with embarrassment, and frustration as he slowly looked me over, but my body kept moving on its own. Soon I was standing a couple of feet in front of him, legs spread. My hands STILL refused to move anywhere in front of my body, so he had a clear frontal view of me, naked, and he was taking advantage of it!

"What's going on?" I thought. "I'm presenting myself naked to this jerk! Even worse, I'm getting so hot that fucking him is actually beginning to seem attractive."

I heard a soft moan, and wondered where it had come from Then I realized that it was me!

"My voice is back!" I said, but much more softly than I intended. I could speak, but only very softly.

"Roger!" I said as earnestly as I could. "Please help me. Something really weird is going on! I think I need to go to the hospital."

"That isn't what it looks like you need." Said Roger. "You look like you need to screw!"

As he said this, Roger reached out with his right index finger.

I tried to back away, and cover myself as he reached for me, but my hands still refused to approach my pussy or boobs, and my feet seemed stuck to the floor! By the time I thought to protest verbally, Roger was touching me.

He brushed each of my enormous nipples once. Then he ran the tip of his finger from the bottom of my wet pussy up to the top. He finished by running the tip of his finger along the entire length of my swollen clit.

I completely lost track of what I was going to say as the sensations from Roger's touch filled me. Each touch on my enlarged nipples brought me to the edge of orgasm, and when he reached my pussy I thought I would go insane!

"Oh God!" I thought. "I don't care what he's like, I need to get screwed NOW!"

"Please!" I begged. "You're right! I need to screw, right now! Please help me, Please!"

My weakness humiliated me. Before this, the guys had always been begging me for sex!

"All right." Roger said as he began to undress. "I guess I can help you, but get down on your hands and knees. I've always wanted to try it doggy style!"

I tried to protest, I don't do doggy style, it's too degrading, but my need was still growing, and I couldn't wait. I got down on all fours, and presented my pussy to him blushing furiously with desire and embarrassment.

"Please hurry!" I said, ready to cry with frustration. "I need you so badly!"

Always before this, I had tended to relax and let the guy do most of the work. I enjoyed the fact that I was in control while the big strong men were enslaved by their needs.

This time was different. This time I had no control over the passion I was feeling. The moment I felt his dick touch my pussy, I was consumed by the need to impale myself on it. I began pumping myself on his shaft, frantic to satisfy the need that seemed to fill me. As I began pumping Roger reached around and began to fondle my left nipple, and play with my clit.

I was practically insane with delicious frustration. Each thrust of his dick in my pussy pushed me to the edge of orgasm. Each touch of his hand on my nipple or clit, was doing the same. He was arousing me to the point of climax, over and over again. But somehow I couldn't quite cum!

I squeezed my pussy, and pumped hard and fast trying to make myself cum, but without success. Each thrust just made me need the next one more.

Then to my horror I felt him start to cum.

"No!" I screamed, though it came out nearly a whisper. If he stopped before I climaxed I would go mad! I pumped on him and squeezed with my pussy as hard as I could, all the while begging him to help me cum.

I felt his climax finish, and I was about to promise anything if he would just help me cum, when I felt him pinch my nipple and clit, and say into my ear, "Cum now!"

The orgasm I had then was beyond anything I ever imagined possible. My world exploded as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. Each time I thought it was about to end, a new wave of pleasure would crash through me!

I had no idea how long the continuous climaxes lasted, and I was in no condition to count them, but eventually they did end.

Chapter 5
Play

Roger

"That was great!" I thought as I looked at Tracey.

I had left Tracey stuck on all fours on the floor. She was still recovering from what had obviously been a really fantastic climax. I had commanded that she would continue to orgasm as long as I pinched her nipple and clit and I had pinched them for several minutes. I had intended to keep her going for ten minutes or so, but the violence of her reaction worried me, and stopped earlier than I had planned. As it was, it had taken her at least five minutes to recover enough to react when I said something to her.

Looking at Tracey now, on the floor in front of me, gave me a wonderful feeling of power. I had moved to sit on his bed, to her left and rear, so I had a good view of her. The position I had put her in caused her to thrust her rear up, arching her back and presenting her pussy to me. I was far enough to the left that I could see her left breast clearly as it hung below her chest. Her clitoris and nipples were still swollen and hard, and I decided I liked them like that. Her hair was thoroughly mussed, and she was still breathing hard.

I was toying with the idea of enlarging Tracey's breasts, when I noticed that she had recovered and was looking around. She tried to move, and discovered that her hands and knees were stuck where they were. The look of dawning comprehension on her face was delicious.

"What is going on?" Tracey asked softly.

I was pleased, my command that she feel only a little fear, and remain rational was still working. I don't like causing pain, and the effects of overpowering fear were far too much like torture for me to enjoy. At the same time, I did want her to suffer a little for the way she had been acting. I had really enjoyed the look on her face when she realized that she was standing stark naked in front of me earlier.

"I can't move!" Said Tracey. "I'm stuck here!"

The restriction I had placed on how loud she could talk forced her to say everything in very soft sexy voice. It was quite pleasant.

She looked around the room as best she could, while stuck to the floor, and then her eyes came to rest on me again. A look of understanding came over her face, and she took a deep breath.

"It's you!" Tracey said. "You've done this to me somehow. You must have hypnotized me or something!"

"Actually, I can do a lot more than any hypnotist. Watch!" I said, and pointed to her chest.

Tracey looked, and her eyes widened, and she gasped as her breasts began to swell rapidly. It was as if someone was rapidly pumping water into them! They reached the size of cantaloupes within a second, and kept on growing.

"W-w-wait! Please!", Tracey sputtered as they reached the size of soccer balls, but they kept on growing. I was enjoying this, and I didn't want to stop quite yet.

Finally, they reached the size of basket balls, and stopped. I enjoyed Tracey's expression as she looked at the two enormous globes her breasts had become. It must have felt like two gallon jugs full of water were pulling on her chest, but despite their enormous weight and the dangling position, they were only a little deformed from spherical.

"Oh God!" Tracey said as she looked at her enormous mammaries. "This can't be real! You're just making me think this happened!"

I smiled at her and responded. "No, It's quite real, or at least every test I've been able to make says it's real."

I decided that I wanted a better view, and soon Tracey found herself sitting back on her heels, knees spread, and hands resting on the outside of her thighs. This gave me a wonderful frontal view, and her blush as she realized how thoroughly exposed she was added to the appeal.

Her breasts were even more amazing now that she was sitting up. Even with no support, they projected almost straight out from her chest, extending at least eight inches, not including her nipples! I had ordered that they should not sag, but that they should remain soft. The way they jiggled and swayed as she moved, or even breathed showed that my instructions had worked perfectly.

"How can you be doing this?" Tracey asked. "This shouldn't be possible!"

"Well, I'm not sure that I can tell you HOW I'm doing this. If you accept Clarke's Law, then you might as well call it magic." I replied thoughtfully. "Essentially, all I have to do is think about what I want, and it happens!"

As I finished answering her, I had another idea, and decided to enact it.

Almost instantly Tracey felt a squeezing sensation around her waist, forcing it smaller and smaller. At the same time she felt her back being forced quite straight, and even arched a bit. Soon the squeezing stopped, and Tracey looked down at herself to see what had happened.

Tracey was now wearing a bright green, heavily boned, corset. It dipped in front, outlining the under side of her breasts with green downy feathers. The bottom of the corset was also edged with the same green feathers, and it squeezed her waist down to only 15 inches. The corset was designed so that it didn't obscure any part of her breasts, or pussy of course.

Tracey

My mind was in a whirl. Just over an hour ago I had been planning how I would have Roger waiting on me. Now I'm his play thing. He seems to be able to do anything he wants, and probably the only reason I can say anything about it is that he decided to let me.

Despite my earlier statement that this must be a hypnotic illusion, I was beginning to think it was all real. It all felt too real and detailed to be an illusion. I could feel the weight of my enormous breasts pulling on my chest. My poor nipples and clit were still so swollen and hard they ached. And now, the constant constriction of the corset gave me a constant reminder that I was in his power.

"Please" I said as submissively as I could. "My nipples and c-c-clitoris hurt. Could you please let them relax a little?"

"Oh, sorry!" Roger said, real concern in his voice. "I really don't want to hurt you."

I sighed with relief as I felt the ache in my nipples and pussy disappear, though I could tell that they were still erect.

Even better was the weakness he had revealed to me. He was still worried about how I felt. If I worked this right, he might still wind up waiting on me!

"What are you going to do with me?" I asked, trying to sound small and frightened.

"Well, I am leaving to go back to school day after tomorrow. " He responded. "Until then, I think I'll just have fun with you."

My expression must have been having some effect on him because he hurried to add.

Don't worry. I don't plan to keep you forever. By the time my plane takes off, you'll be back to normal, and you won't even remember any of this. I have also ensured that you can't get pregnant, or sick during our little games, and if you had anything before, this it's gone now."

The idea of Roger having more fun with me was making it hard to concentrate. Thinking about the sensations when he had finally let me climax was so disturbing, that I firmly decided that I would refuse to think about it again. The idea that I could enjoy any part of this was ridiculous.

"He probably forced me to orgasm then, so it doesn't count" I told myself firmly. "He's probably forcing me to feel these erotic tingles over what he has done to me, so I will just ignore them. I can't just let him make me his toy! I have to get him to stop this now!"

"Now look Roger." I said as firmly as I could. "I don't know how you're doing this, but I want you to stop it NOW! You've had your fun, and if you put me back to normal now, and leave me alone, I'm willing to forget what you've done to me this afternoon. I really don't want to upset my mom, or your father with any of this."

I watched Roger carefully as I made this speech. I still couldn't raise my voice to the right level to put the authority I wanted into it, but I am very good at this sort of speech, and it almost always gets results.

But he wasn't impressed. I felt a small chill of uncertainty as I realized that my warning had only amused him.

"You don't understand." Responded Roger, with a small smile. "You CAN'T upset anyone unless I allow you to, and you will forget anything I want you to, any time I want you to."

Roger smiled even wider as he made the last pronouncement.

"For example" Roger said. " As my sex toy, you don't need most of the expensive education your father has been giving you. In fact, you don't need education much at all!"

Roger looked at Tracey thoughtfully, and made a decision.

"I think I'll make you forget how to read, write, and how to do any math." Roger said finally. "In addition, since I don't want you upsetting anyone, you can't talk when anyone else but me can hear. In fact, you can't do anything to communicate with anyone but me without my specific permission."

A chill went through me at that pronouncement.

"He can't possibly do that, Can he?" I thought. "God, maybe he can! What's a simple problem? Two and two, that should be easy. Come on, what's two and two?"

I felt an even stronger chill as I realized that even that simple kindergarten problem was beyond me now. I could see several books on the desk in the room, but I couldn't even identify any of the letters printed on them, much less read the titles!

"I don't know!" She realized. " He's really done it! He's made me illiterate. He probably CAN do anything he wants to me."

"Please." I finally said really worried. "You can't leave me like this! I'd be helpless!"

"Relax" Said Roger still smiling. "I promised that when I left to go back to college, I would put you back to normal, and I meant it. As far as you or anyone else will be able to tell, you will have spent a boring few days visiting here."

"In fact" Roger added brightening. "I'll even give you a gift! You can decide what you want, and if I don't have any objections, I'll do it for you. Even if I do have objections, we can talk it over and figure out something we both agree on."

I felt some hope at his promise of release when he left, and even more at the idea of some of the presents he could give me. But all those old stories about wishes gone bad came back to me, and I wondered If he wasn't planning to use this wish to torment me some more, while feeling virtuous because I had done it to myself.

His next statement made me wonder if he could read my mind on top of everything else.

Roger smiled at her again, and added. "I promise no tricks too. I'll do my best to give you what you want within the limits I decide on, or even nothing at all if that's what you decide."

At that point they heard Alice's voice from the bottom of the stairs.

"Children!" She called. "Dinners ready!"

Roger jumped a bit, and then looked thoughtful.

"We'll be down in a minute!" he called back.

Roger turned to me and said "I'll be back in shortly!" Then he walked out the door whistling.

"Maybe now!" I thought. "With him gone maybe I can do something."

But after a minute or so of trying I quit.

" I'm still stuck sitting on my heels on the floor with my knees spread." I said to myself. "And I still can't move my hands to cover any part of my body."

Even worse, each movement I made caused my breasts to jiggle, and even that slight stimulation of my nipples was sending erotic tingles through me. Some of my struggles had even caused her enlarged clit to jiggle, and the sensations THAT caused were almost frightening!

About the time I decided that I was better off sitting as still as I could, Roger returned. He had a mischievous grin on his face that worried me.

"All right." Roger said to Tracey. "Lets go down and get some dinner!"

Roger gestured to me, and I found myself standing, and walking toward the door to his room.

"Roger!" I exclaimed. "You can't! I'm practically naked!"

"That's true," said Roger. "I can't send you down like this!"

I breathed a sigh of relief. He would at least have to dress me properly to take me in front of his dad.

But he soon proved me wrong.

"You need shoes!" Roger declared happily, and gestured dramatically to my feet.

Instantly I found myself being forced up onto my toes, as high as I could go. As soon as I was on tiptoe, I felt my feet and lower legs being encased in something like stiff leather.

"Here you go" Roger said and moved me in front of a full length mirror. "Take a good look."

I stared at my reflection, aroused and fascinated despite myself. Roger must have done something to clean me up, because I looked fresh and clean, and, now that I thought about it, I felt that way too.

Roger's latest addition to my wardrobe was a set of boots, with six inch stiletto heals. The leather of the boots was a green that matched the corset, and was stiff enough to keep my ankles from bending at all. They reached up to just below my knees, where the white skin of my legs became visible. At the join of my legs, I could see the sparse pubic hair that did little to hide my pussy, visibly swollen and moist. Near the top of my pussy, my clit, enormously enlarged, stuck out two inches from my pussy, as thick as my thumb. A few inches above my pussy the bottom of the corset with the feather ruff began, it's bright green color contrasting with the red of my pubic hair. The Corset squeezed my waist down, to an impossibly small diameter, holding my back quite straight in the process. Above the corset, my enormous breasts jutted out, looking impossibly firm. The gigantic nipples that seemed so oversized before looked normal on these enlarged globes.

It was almost a shock to see my own face perched above the erotic toy my body had become. The picture I presented in the mirror was incredibly sexy, and I could feel myself getting more aroused as I was forced to realize that the sex toy in the mirror was me.

Roger didn't give me much time to contemplate my appearance.

"Come on!" He said. "I'm hungry, and you're going to need your strength!"

With that he took my hand and pulled me out onto the landing and then down the stairs.

Chapter 6
Toy

Despite embarrassment my body obediently followed Roger as he led me down the stairs toward the dinning room. I tried to stop myself, but the only external sign of my struggle was the soft "No!" I uttered as he pulled me out of his room.

The high heels on the boots and the stiff back on the corset forced me to wriggle my hips a lot as I walked. And my swollen breasts were jiggling and swaying enough to make balancing difficult, especially on six inch heals.

My nipples and clit were not as sensitive to every movement as they had been, so I wasn't being driven insane with lust again. I was getting somewhat aroused though. Each time I thought of how I had looked in the mirror, I would blush with embarrassment, and my pussy and boobs would tingle in response.

As I approached the bottom of the stairs, I got to see myself in motion. A mirror positioned across the hall from the stairs gave me an excellent view of myself as I descended the last few steps. The swaying of my hips, and the jiggling of my boobs was incredibly erotic. I looked like a complete sex toy with no other functions!

As I looked at the image in the mirror I realized "That's what I am, a sex toy for Roger. And I'm stuck this way until he lets me go!"

I didn't have much time to contemplate that revelation. Roger kept moving into the dining room, and I felt myself forced to follow him.

My mom looked up from setting food on the table as I walked in, and stared right at me. I blushed hotly as her gaze traveled the length of my body, lingering on my pussy, and breasts. I tried to say something, anything to her, but I could only stand at Roger's side, and smile.

Finally my mom looked me in the eyes and said "My! How nice you look in that outfit. I'm glad you felt well enough to join us for dinner."

I thought that I couldn't blush any harder than I had while my mother looked at me, but I managed to when her husband walked in from the kitchen. He did a thorough job of looking me over, spending a lot of time on my breasts and crotch.

Finally he spoke to my boobs saying "You certainly do look good in that outfit dear. You should wear it more often."

As everyone else began taking their places at the table, I found myself sitting across from Roger, and between my mom, and her husband. A gasp escaped me as my bare bottom touched the cold wooden chair, and I blushed again as Roger looked at me and smiled.

The meal actually went normally for the most part. Mom's husband kept looking at my boobs when he wasn't talking to someone else. But, other than that, both my mom and her husband acted as if everything were perfectly normal. They even treated my lack of speech as normal, and the idea of taking me to a doctor seemed to have been completely forgotten.

I found myself thinking about my current situation while eating. I wanted to feel angry at Roger. He had effectively raped me, even if I had been begging for sex at the time. He had turned me into this erotic parody of a girl, then stripped most of my education from my mind. Finally, he had made sure that I couldn't even complain about this, or anything else, to anyone but him!

As these thoughts went through my mind I did feel some anger. But the flashes of arousal I felt whenever I thought of my current condition, and especially the memory of the magnificent orgasm he had given me kept interfering with the feelings of anger.

"What's wrong with me?" I thought. "I should be furious with Roger for doing this to me. These boobs are ridiculous! I have to sit a full foot from the table, or I can't see my dinner plate!"

"I guess I'll just have to endure whatever he wants to do to me." I thought. "Maybe he'll keep his promise and let me go when he leaves for school."

Somehow I couldn't generate as much enthusiasm for that idea as I wanted to.

"He must be playing with how I feel!" I realized. "That would explain why I'm not very angry with him!"

I felt much happier with that thought. I couldn't really like any of this. It was too degrading!

The end of dinner brought the end of the limited freedom I had enjoyed while eating. I found myself standing up and walking into the kitchen. Soon, much to my disgust, I found myself filling the sink with hot water, and preparing to wash the dishes.

My mom looked in as I started and said "Thank you for volunteering to wash the dishes dear. Roger will clear the table for you. Give a yell if you need any help!"

With that last piece of useless advice she ducked back out, and I found myself washing dishes. Roger came in and out a few times, bringing loads of dishes from the table, and giving my rear, or my boobs a squeeze each trip.

Washing dishes was something that servants had always done for me, and I had liked it that way. Now though, I found myself scrubbing each dish as if my life depended on getting it perfectly clean.

"Why don't they at least have a dish washer here?" I said.

The sound of my voice startled me, but with no one else around, I guess the prohibition against talking wasn't in effect.

Roger startled me even more when he spoke from behind me saying "They do. Her name is Tracey!"

He walked in with the last few plates from dinner, deposited them on the counter, and gave my tush a squeeze. I tried to turn and glare at him, but I discovered that I couldn't pull my eyes away from the dishes.

"I hope you enjoy making me do this menial work!" I said.

"What?" Roger replied. "You think you're too good for this sort of work? I've washed dishes at least once a week any time I'm home, and lots of times when I'm away. And right now you're not educated enough for a more demanding job."

Roger thought for a few moments and said "It's tempting to give you a compulsion to wash dishes at least once a week for the rest of your life. People who think they're too good for hard work annoy me, and you could use a little taking down."

A shiver went through me as I thought about that possibility. How could I explain compulsive dish washing to my friends?!

Roger paused, looked regretful, and said "But I promised to put you back the way you were when I leave, and I keep my promises."

My relief must have shown, because he continued.

"That's right, my flight leaves tomorrow at 11 a.m., and before then I will put you back the way you were, with no memory of this episode. Except, of course, for the gift I've promised you."

"You should probably start thinking about what you want." He continued. "I really do intend to give you something you will like, and I can do a lot to make life easier for you. For instance, think how pleasant it would be to stay as thin and fit as you are normally, without worrying about exercise and dieting."

With that suggestion he left me to the dishes and my own thoughts. The sight of my enlarged breasts was unavoidable. They eclipsed half my normal field of vision when I looked down, and served as mute testimony to his power. To have that sort of power used to change my body in the way I wanted was more than slightly tempting.

"This might actually make it worth going through all this!" I thought.

Thoughts of the possibilities kept my mind occupied as I did the dishes, but I couldn't reach a decision. Nothing seemed to really set off any sparks for me.

"Maybe when he lets me go I'll be able to decide. The way I get horny every time I think about these enormous boobs is really distracting! And I'm forced to look at them every time I try to look down at the sink!"

Once I was done with the dishes, I found myself free. I realized that for the first time since this morning, my entire body seemed to be obeying my commands!

I couldn't help thinking of escape, and looking at the door that led outside from the kitchen. But I quickly discarded that idea.

"Don't be stupid!" I said to myself. "Where would I go? I look like an illustration from a porno magazine, I might as well be naked for all I'm wearing, I can't read, or even count, and I can't even talk to anyone but Roger! Besides, Roger would probably just twitch his nose or something when he found me gone, and I'd find myself running back to him as fast as I could."

I had been trying to ignore the arousal that I had been feeling during dinner, and afterward, but it seemed to be growing. Worse, the idea of Roger making me run to him, the way I looked now, quickly had me thinking about him taking me to bed! The emotions that idea inspired were confused, and disturbing. I decided I needed to do something to distract myself from this line of thought.

"Well, waiting here isn't going to do me much good. I might as well join them."

With that thought, I walked out into the living room.

I found myself blushing again as the three of them stopped talking to look at me. As before, they all took their time looking me over. I realized, at this point, that my enlarged nipples and clit made my increasing arousal obvious. I blushed harder, and tried to retreat to the kitchen, but it was too late. My legs had stopped cooperating with me again, and I was stuck there.

My mother spoke first.

"Finished with the dishes already dear? Would you like to join us? Why don't you sit with Roger while we talk?"

As soon as she finished saying this I found myself walking toward Roger, relaxing in an overstuffed chair near the front door. There weren't any other chairs near it, and I wondered where I would sit when I got there.

I found out as I stepped in front of him, and sat in his lap. Soon I was cuddled up to him, with my arms around his neck, and my head on his shoulder. As a final indignity, I felt a smile paste itself on my face! I must have looked like I loved being in this position.

I felt my breathing quicken as conflicting emotions flowed through me. My mother and her husband were watching me as I wantonly pressed myself against Roger. I was acting like . . . like . . . his sex toy! Right in front of my mom and his dad!

Soon I discovered that he wasn't just going to leave me sitting there. I felt his left hand slip around my back and start stroking my breast. The arousal the caresses caused was mixing with the embarrassment of being put on display like this. The resulting swirl of emotions left me gasping and red faced.

Then I felt his right hand begin to move up between my legs. Despite my frantic attempts to squeeze my legs together, I felt them parting easily for him, practically inviting his hand in to my pussy! It didn't take long for his right hand to reach my pussy and begin stroking it.

Each touch of his hands on my body sent a wave of erotic pleasure through me, and left me needing the next touch a little more each time. Before long I was writhing and pressing myself against him like a tramp. If I could have spoken, I would have been begging him to fuck me and let me cum.

The last coherent memory I have of that part of the evening is my mother saying how nice it was that we were getting along so well.

Chapter 7
Parting

Roger

Playing with Tracey last night had been a lot of fun. I had been amazed at how aroused she had been when she came from the kitchen after doing the dishes. With the right incentive, (namely being too horny to think straight), she was quite good in bed too.

Looking at her sleeping next to me, and remembering last night's fun, I was tempted to just keep her. But all good things come to an end, and I had promised to return her to her old self, and let her go today. Best to get it over with.

Let her wake up with her body returned to normal, and we can discuss what her gift will be.

Acknowledged

It was amazing to watch as the boots and corset disappeared, and her body flowed back to its original shape. Her eyes blinked a few times, and then widened as she woke up and remembered where she was.

"Good morning." I said. "How are you feeling?"

Tracey pulled away from me on the bed, looked down at herself for a few moments, as if she couldn't believe I had actually restored her.

"I guess I feel OK." She said.

"Well" I said, "it's morning, and I have to start getting packed. You are going to help me pack while we discuss what your gift will be."

Tracey got the mildly astonished look that had become familiar to me when her body began obeying me instead of her. She got out of bed and began setting up my suitcase to be packed, blushing as I gazed at her still naked body. She was quite sexy even without the corset and enormous boobs.

As she began to work, she asked "Are you going to stop playing with my feelings so I can think straight about what I want?"

I looked at her, a little surprised by her accusation.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "Except for suppressing your fear at the start I haven't done anything about your emotions."

I thought for a moment and added "I did make you more erotically sensitive to my touch, but that went away when I restored your body."

Tracey looked doubtful about this statement. I asked my Power some questions about what was bothering her, and soon understood her confusion.

"Tracey," I said "when I first decided to have some fun with you, I had intended to just do some minor things that you would never associate with me, and then restore your voice, and leave you alone for the rest of my visit. I was monitoring your feelings to make sure I didn't do anything that would cause you permanent psychological damage, and I discovered something very interesting."

I paused for a moment to let this sink in, then continued.

"Consciously, on the surface, the things I was doing upset you. But just a little below the surface you were enjoying it, and were actually eager for the next restriction on your activities. By the time I brought you here from your room you were almost ready to throw yourself at me, if I had let you. Normally, if some man had tied you up against your will, you would have been too frightened to be aroused, but your biggest fear in that kind of situation is pain. I have removed that fear. I have no intention of causing you any pain, and I let you know it in a way that left no opening for fear. The result was that your other emotions were able to surface."

Since Tracey seemed to be listening, I continued.

"I suppressed the fear you might normally have felt in this situation, but the other emotions you felt were yours. If you never felt this way before, it was because you were too afraid before."

I decided to give her some time to think about this.

"I'm going to take my shower while you pack for me." I said. "We can talk some more when I get back."

I grabbed my bath robe, and some fresh undies, and left.

I took a leisurely shower, shaved, and put on some aftershave. While I was doing this, I had a thought.

Power, Can you stop my beard from growing until I decide I want it to start again?

Yes

After just a few more minutes of this sort of conversation I left the bathroom. I was a lot more muscular. ( I had decided on a build like that of a decathlon champion I had seen.) I would never need to shave again unless I wanted to. And I had made several other improvements.

Tracey had finished as much of my packing as she could when I returned, and was kneeling on the floor waiting for me. She seemed to have reached some decisions because she took only a moment to recover from my changed appearance and began talking.

"Hi" she said. "I've been thinking about what you said, and I've reached some conclusions."

"Really?" I said.

"Yes" she replied. "You're probably telling me the truth, and if you aren't, I'm not going to be able to discover it unless you let me. That means that I really was enjoying what you did to me, at least a little."

I smiled, and said "That's very nice, but, since you're going to forget about this in an hour or two, it doesn't matter much. What I really want to know is what you want me to do for you."

Tracey looked a little nervous at this point, and blushed a bit.

"Actually, that's what I want." She said. "I want to remember this. You can do what you like to keep me from telling anyone else about you and what happened here, but I want to keep my memory."

"Why?" I asked, puzzled by this request.

"Because you gave me the best sex I've ever had!" she replied. "I've never had a satisfying relationship with anyone before this, and I want to at least start looking for the kind of person that might be able to make me really happy. If I forget this, I'll just go back to trying to take control of my relationships, and that has never been any good."

I sat back and considered her request. My power had confirmed that she was sincere, and that I could prevent her from talking about this to anyone else, under any circumstances.

"All right!" I said. "You won't be able to talk about me, or my abilities, or about our little adventure here, to anyone but me. Even then you will only be able to talk about it if I give you permission. But I won't erase any of your memories of what happened here."

She seemed satisfied with this, but I was a little disappointed.

"I would like to offer you an additional gift as well." I said. "Something so that you won't start thinking it was just a dream later on."

I thought for a moment, trying to think of something that might be small, and useful to her. After a few seconds, I remembered what had started me improving myself earlier this morning.

"How about this!" I exclaimed. "If you like I can permanently remove all the hair from your body, below the neck, except on your pussy!"

Tracey didn't take long to answer.

"I like it!" she said. "But could you make it complete - no hair anywhere below the neck at all? That will make a much better reminder."

She was flushed, and her nipples became erect as she said this.

"Done!" I proclaimed, gesturing ostentatiously. "You now grow hair only on your head, and there only where you want it. Now help me get dressed, and finish packing, then you are free."

As soon as the last of my packing was done, Tracey dashed back to her room. I relaxed as I listened to her shower and dress, then Alice called us down for breakfast.

Tracey was quiet for the rest of the time I was there. She had a blank expression whenever she looked at me, and she didn't wave as I boarded the plane, but I figured that was better than the bitchy way she had acted the first day we met. I rather hoped she found someone to make her happy.

Those thoughts and others went through my head as I found my seat on the airplane. This looked like it would be an interesting senior year at college.

TO BE CONTINUED!

As I said at the start, If you like this, let me know!

Chapter 8

Traveling

As the airplane left the small airport near my dad's home, I relaxed and began thinking. The Reward was very powerful. Used properly, it should enable me to live in luxury for the rest of my life.

"I really don't need to finish college now." I thought. "the Reward can give me almost anything I want."

"On the other hand, I kind of like college, and I AM interested in biology. Besides, I only have to finish my senior year, and getting my degree will make my dad happy."

Once I settled that in my mind, I looked around for something to do. This was only a short commuter flight to LAX, so I didn't want to get too fancy.

"I could always have the stewardesses go topless." I thought to myself. "But how would I prevent the other passengers from noticing? A lot of them are out of my range."

"I could walk the length of the airplane and adjust everyone."

I thought about that for a moment.

"That would work here." I decided. "But maybe this is a good time to figure out a way of having fun in places where I can't reach everyone."

That seemed like a good idea. If I messed up here it should be relatively easy to reach everyone in the airplane and erase their memories. I decided to figure out a way of having fun in public, without anyone being able to tell.

Reward, I want to be able to set up a bubble around myself that will allow me to do whatever I want inside, without people outside noticing. The bubble should project a perfect three-dimensional image on its surface of what would normally be going on inside. The projection should include sounds, and anything else needed to ensure that anyone outside the bubble will believe that everything is normal. Replace any sounds or other signals from inside the bubble with something normal when they move outside of the bubble.

"There, that's a good start. Now, how do I handle people who enter or leave the bubble while I'm having fun?"

I won't go into all the details about the "privacy screen", it would take too long. But the major points are that everyone inside the bubble when the Reward creates it, or who enters it after it is up, will act as if everything is normal while inside it. When they leave the Privacy screen, or when I shut it off, the Reward changes their memories to reflect the normal scene that it had projected on the surface.

The Reward excludes me from the effects, and I can exclude anyone I want from any part of the effect. If I do exclude someone from the memory change or other effects, the Reward automatically makes them incapable of revealing anything about me, or what I have done. That way I don't have to remember to adjust everyone individually.

"All right." I thought "Time to test it out!"

Privacy screen, ten foot radius.

I looked around. Everything looked normal.

Create a view screen for me, showing the view from fifteen feet up the aisle, looking back toward the Privacy screen.

The view screen I had used to observe Tracey in her room yesterday appeared. (It was a lot like a 3-D television, with a joy stick for controlling the position of the "camera".) I adjusted the view to my satisfaction, and went on to the next step.

Remove the clothes from every decent looking girl inside the screen, and any who enter it. When they leave the screen, or I take it down, restore their clothes, except for their underpants. If a girl was wearing pantyhose, replace them with stockings and garter belts. The women will not notice the change until they try to remove a missing piece of clothing, or someone points it out to them. They will be completely unable to figure out where or when the change occurred.

Suddenly, three women that I could see were naked. I admired them for a bit, and then looked around. No one, in or out of the Privacy screen seemed to notice anything. Several people looked right at the naked girls, but gave no reaction. I checked the view screen. The image from outside the screen was the same, except the girls appeared clothed.

I only had a few minutes to admire the view when the captain announced that we were going to land. It was fun to watch the stewardesses bustle by, clothes disappearing as they got within ten feet, and reappearing ten feet on the other side of me. I gave one of them a squeeze on the rear as she went by, and she just continued as if nothing had happened.

I shut down the privacy screen as soon as we reached our gate, and got ready to leave the airplane. I had just enough time to get to my connecting flight for the trip to Texas, and then only if I hurried.

"It's a shame that I can't see some of their reactions when they discover the missing undies" I thought with a smile. "Maybe I can figure something out later."

I made my connection with a little time to spare, and got my seat with no trouble. The last plane had been a small commuter job, but this one was a Boeing 747, nonstop to Dallas, Texas. The flight would take about two hours. I was still new enough to flying that the take off held my attention, but once in the air, my mind began to wander.

"What shall I do on this trip?" I thought to myself. "Two hours just sitting in this alleged chair is not my idea of fun."

My neighbor on this flight was a pleasant looking woman. She appeared to be in her late 20's with blond hair, blue eyes, a small waist, and an attractive rear. She was wearing a light white blouse, and jeans. They were tight enough to show her figure without looking painted on. The only significant flaw in her appearance was a small chest. She was a small B-cup at best.

I tried to chat with her, but she made it clear she wasn't interested in conversation. She wasn't rude, but she just wanted to read, and she politely made that obvious.

I decided to have some fun, and practice using the Reward during the trip.

Set up the privacy shield,

Acknowledged

Exclude my neighbor from the "Everything's Normal" effect, but keep her calm. Don't let her panic over the strange things that will happen.

Acknowledged

Good! Now give my neighbor a compulsion to tell me all about herself, including her sexual preferences, and her most memorable sexual experiences. Also have her tell me about her current attachments, if any.

Acknowledged

My neighbor got a confused expression, as she looked up from her book, turned toward me, and began talking.

"My name is Jill Preston, and I am 28 years old, and single." She said. "I am a secretary for an advertizing company in Atlanta, Georgia. I am on my way home from visiting friends in Los Angeles."

Jill continued with her recitation, growing a little wide eyed as she gave me a brief summary of her life. Her confusion quickly turned to embarrassment, as she started telling me, in intimate detail, what turned her on sexually.

As Jill began describing the time she lost her virginity, I saw the stewardess' approaching with drinks.

Allow Jill to order her drink, and sip from it as she talks, but don't allow her to interrupt the recitation otherwise.

Acknowledged

Jill nearly jumped out of her seat when the stewardess asked what we wanted. She was very red as she ordered a 7Up, turned back to me, and continued the story.

When the stewardess handed us our drinks, Jill took a quick gulp and, to her obvious distress, continued with her story.

There were several interesting items in Jill's tale. Her first lover had dropped her because she was "too flat", or so he had told Jill. Another boyfriend had gotten some novelty pictures of the two of them done. He had gotten a "Mister Universe" style body, and she had gotten a body from "Swim Suits Illustrated". The picture of herself with big boobs had really turned her on, and she still had it. That boyfriend had finally told her he was leaving because she was too possessive, but his next girl friend had double-D cup breasts.

By the time she finished, I knew that she had lost her virginity at age 18, and had three lovers after that, including one brief lesbian fling. With a little additional prompting I also learned that she was catching a flight to Atlanta, Georgia two hours after we landed.

"Well!" I said. "I have a three-hour lay over in Dallas. We should be able to have some fun together. First, I think I'll fulfill one of your sexual fantasies." I said.

Jill got a worried look on her face and said softly "What do you mean? What are you going to do to me?"

"Just this." I said, and pointed to her chest.

Enlarge her breasts to about a D cup, enlarging her nipples in proportion.

Acknowledged

The swelling under Jill's blouse became obvious quickly. She must have felt something because she looked down and gasped at what she saw.

I saw that her bra was going to become painful soon, and I decided to do something about that.

Transport her bra to my carry on case, invisibly. Then modify Jill's boobs so that they will never need a bra for support, but they will still look and feel natural.

Acknowledged

Jill gasped again as her bra disappeared. With that constraint removed the swelling became even more obvious. Before this, her breasts had been just large enough that people were sure that they were there. Now they quickly grew to the size of cantaloupes. Her blouse was straining to contain her newly enlarged assets, and her areolas were visible as dark spots under the white cloth.

While Jill gazed at her transformed chest, I decided to make some more changes purely for my own enjoyment.

Give her a nipple erection that won't go away until I allow it to. And make her breasts and nipples at least twice as erotically sensitive as they were before we enlarged them.

Acknowledged

The effects of these commands were obvious almost instantly. Her nipples sprang out, making little tents at the ends of her breasts. The sensation must have been something, because Jill moaned softly, and writhed a bit in her seat.

Jill didn't let that last long though. She visibly got a grip on herself, and turned to me.

"How are you doing this to me?" She asked in a soft determined tone. "And what are you going to do with me now?"

"I can't really explain how I'm doing this." I replied. "As for what I am going to do with you. . . . Well I intend to have some fun with you until you have to get on your plane to Atlanta. Don't worry though, I don't like hurting people, and I don't intend to keep you. I'll let you go in plenty of time for your Atlanta flight."

Jill didn't look terribly reassured by this statement, but my mind had turned to other things. I wanted some space to play with my new acquaintance. I was about to give orders to that effect when I had a thought that stopped me.

This airplane is over three hundred feet long, and the Reward can only affect things within twenty feet of me. If I goof up, I might damage the plane. Even if the Reward protected me and everyone within range, there were lots of people on the plane that I couldn't protect. Besides, it would be tough to explain how a forty foot long section of the airplane landed safely in Dallas, when the rest of it crashed somewhere in Arizona. It might be best not to mess with the physical arrangement of the airplane until I'm more certain of what the Reward is capable of.

"Well." I said to Jill. "These seats are cramped, but I'm sure we can manage!"

Give Jill a compulsion to obey any command I give her.

Acknowledged

"Now Jill, stand in the aisle and strip for me." I told her.

Jill stood up, stepped out into the aisle and began stripping. She looked around, obviously worried about what people would do, but I was the only one paying any attention. By the time she decided that she wasn't able to stop herself, and that no one else was going to do anything, she had finished removing her blouse, and placing it on her seat. Her newly enlarged breasts stood out proudly, with her erect nipples extending a full inch from her areolas.

As she began unbuckling the belt on her jeans, she asked me "Why isn't anyone doing anything about this?"

"No one but you and I can see anything unusual happening." I told her. "When this is over, none of them will remember us doing anything but sitting in our seats, talking."

She was soon sliding her panties off, leaving her completely naked. I had a clear view of her pussy. She was a natural blond, and the way she shaved around her pussy suggested that she wore some fairly skimpy bathing suits.

I admired her for a moment, then lifted the armrest between our two seats.

"Now come here, and sit on my lap with your back to the window. Keep your knees spread. Put your hands behind your head and lace your fingers." I ordered.

Once she was there, I gave the Reward some commands.

Make it so that she can't move her rear from my lap, and fasten her hands to the wall behind her.

Jill looked quite surprised as her hands fastened themselves to the wall, and her tush glued itself in my lap.

Now I had Jill, naked, in my lap, and helpless. I decided to play with her a bit. I reached around her back with my left hand, and began to play with her left nipple. I slid my right hand up between her obligingly spread legs to play with her pussy. My mouth was alternating between kissing her, and suckling at her right nipple.

My earlier enhancement to her sensitivity must have felt really good, because her pussy was already hot and moist when my hand reached it. She was obviously trying to stay as quiet as she could but she was writhing quite a bit under my touch.

I was having fun using the Reward, and I decided to do some more with it. I leaned back, and just held her in my lap for a moment. Her breathing began to slow as she relaxed, and I thought about how to make this more fun for both of us.

First, I want my Touch to have a special effect on her. Each caress will increase her arousal, and her need for my next caress. The only way for her to relieve her need is to cum. This arousal will feel very good, and the hotter she gets, the better it will feel. It will bring her to the edge of orgasm, but it won't ever quite bring her to a climax. Once I have aroused her the only way she can cum is for me to tell her to. Furthermore, she will always cum anytime I tell her to.

Acknowledged

Next, let's have her lose control a bit during sex. Each time a caress arouses her, she will make an exclamation of pleasure. The volume and content will be appropriate to the intensity of the sensation and her level of arousal. Being aroused should cause her to be vocal even when she isn't being caressed. Slight arousal should cause only occasional soft moans or exclamations. The volume and frequency should increase with her level of arousal and the content should move to graphic requests to be satisfied. When she orgasms she should scream.

Acknowledged

Also, lets get her moving around some. When she receives an arousing caress, she will find herself leaning into it a bit, trying to make it linger. The hotter she is, and the more pleasant the caress, the more enthusiastic her physical response will be. Even when she is not being caressed, being aroused should make her wriggle and squirm. If she is only slightly aroused, the movements will be only occasional, and small. But as her heat increases so will the movement, becoming continuous first, and then becoming more wild.

Acknowledged

"This should be fun!" I thought.

I gently used my index finger to stroke her left nipple once then pulled it back and waited to see her reaction.

I was rewarded by a soft "Ohh!" from her as I stroked her nipple, and she arched her back a bit as I pulled my finger away. She obviously tried to calm herself after that caress, but she continued to arch her back every few seconds, as if trying to rub her nipple against something, and a whispered exclamation accompanied each arching of her back.

After watching her like this for a minute, I leaned down and gently touched my lips to the tip of her right nipple. Just the touch of my lips on her nipple generated a slightly louder "Ohh my!" from Jill, and she thrust her nipple toward me.

I liked her reaction, but I wasn't done with this touch. I slowly sucked, and drew her nipple into my mouth, caressing the length of it with my lips. Then I flicked my tongue across the tip of her nipple, opened my mouth and sat back.

Jill yelped and moaned as my mouth left her nipple She arched her back and tried to thrust her breast toward my mouth, moaning the entire time. Then she seemed to gain some control of herself. She settled down a little, but her breathing stayed heavy, and she was squirming almost continuously.

"This is more like it!" I thought as I watched her writhe with arousal.

Jill continued to writhe and moan for about a minute, with me just holding her and watching.

Then she looked at me and asked "What have (Ohh!) You done (moan!) to me? (God!) I can't stop! (Fuck!) I've never (Ohh no!) lost control like (moan!) this before!"

"This is just a sample of how good I can make you feel!" I told her.

Then I slipped my right hand up between her legs and began stroking her pussy. Soon Jill was writhing and thrusting her pussy against my hand. Her voice grew louder, and her writhing more frantic with each caress. Soon the privacy screen was the only thing that kept the entire plane from hearing her cries of arousal.

"Oh god! I'm so hot! Please, I need more. Oh god I'm about to cum! I feel like I'm going to cum any second! Why can't I cum?! Please, fuck me! I need to cum!" Jill yelled as she thrust and squirmed against me.

I spent about fortyfive minutes playing with her like that, bringing her to three screaming orgasms in the process.

As I told Jill to cum for the third time, The captain announced that the airplane was getting ready to land. I had Jill get dressed and get back in her seat. She had some trouble getting her blouse closed over her enlarged boobs and erect nipples, but she managed.

When she was back in her seat and buckled in, I leaned over to her and whispered "Cum."

"OH FUCK!!!!" She screamed, bucking and thrashing against the seat belt for a good ten seconds as the orgasm burst on her.

Chapter 9
Limitations

Finally, just as we touched down on the runway, she collapsed back in her seat. She was panting, disheveled, and exhausted. Her makeup was smeared, and her hair was a mess. She still looked sexy, but I didn't want people wondering about her when I removed the privacy screen.

Clean Jill and her cloths up, and fix her hair and makeup. Restore her to peak energy and alertness, as if she had just gotten completely awake after a very restful night's sleep. Then remove the privacy screen.

The change in Jill was dramatic. She must have been a bit tired and mussed when she got on the plane, because she looked better now than when I first saw her.

By this time we had arrived at the gate. People were gathering their things and getting ready to exit the plane. Jill and I waited until most of the others had left before getting up ourselves. She stepped out into the aisle and turned toward one of the overhead storage bins. I stepped out behind her, and went to get my carry on case out of the bin it was in.

My case had wedged itself at an angle during the landing, and it took me about a minute to get it out. By the time I looked back Jill was gone.

What happened to her?!

As soon as you turned your back, she ran out of the airplane. She is currently out of my range.

Can't you find her?

While my ability to detect gross objects is greater than my manipulatory range, it is still limited to about fifty feet. Jill exited my detection range 10.8 seconds ago

"Dam!" I thought. "I have to find her!"

I hurried out of the plain, and into the terminal.

I began to realize just how big Dallas Airport was, as I searched for Jill. I spent ten minutes looking around, but there was no sign of her.

"There are hundreds of places she could go!" I thought. "And even with the Reward looking I'll never find her by wandering around."

I stood and thought a minute, and then had a bright idea. It took very little time to establish that there was only one flight leaving for Atlanta Georgia at the time she had mentioned. Soon I had found myself an inconspicuous spot near that gate, and settled down to wait.

While I waited, I had time to think about what had happened.

"Why did she run like that?" I wondered. "She must have been more frightened than I thought."

I guess she had good reason to be frightened at that. I was playing with her as if she was just a toy for my amusement. No wonder she left. She had no idea what I planned to do while we were here, and no reason to think I was anything but an unprincipled, immoral monster, ready to torture her for my amusement.

These thoughts really started my conscience bothering me. I had gone wild with the Reward, and Jill had gotten hurt because of it. Tracey had been one thing, she had actually been enjoying it because she knew I wasn't going to cause her any pain. But Jill had just been minding her own business, and I had used her without regard for what she wanted.

Well, First things first. When she shows up here, I'll restore her completely, and apologize.

These thoughts had occupied quite a while, and It was now only ten minutes before her flight was due to leave. There had been no sign of Jill anywhere around, and I started to worry.

"Where is she? Is she hurt?" I wondered.

"No dammit! She figured out I would wait for her here, and she isn't going to show up!"

That thought made a lot of sense. She was smart, and, thanks to my commands earlier, she wouldn't panic. She was probably on a bus or train, or even on another flight to somewhere else, and I had no idea how to find her.

"Ok, how bad is this. She can't tell anyone about me so I'm safe." I thought. Then I felt guilty that my first thought was for my own safety.

"What about her? Nothing I did to her should cause her any health problems, but what will happen to her?"

Reward, what changes would still be affecting her?

Her breasts have grown from a B cup to a D cup, and they will never need a bra for support.

Her nipples will remain erect, until you release them. We must be within manipulatory range to release them.

Her Breasts and nipples are at least twice as erotically sensitive as they were before, and they are bigger which will increase the effect.

She must obey any command you give her.

She finds your touch irresistible, and once aroused by you she remains aroused until you allow her to cum.

Once you arouse her she cannot cum until you tell her to.

She will always cum when you tell her to.

She is compulsively noisy and demonstrative when having sex.

She can't reveal anything about you or seek help for what you have done.

"Well, it's a good thing she doesn't need a bra, because, with her nipples erect and as sensitive as they are, a regular bra would be very uncomfortable. As noisy as she is during sex, she'll either get a place with good sound insulation, stay celibate, or decide she doesn't care if the neighbors hear. And finally, she can't reveal anything about me, or seek help, which means that she can't even try to get a doctor to fix her boobs or nipples. Fortunately I hadn't gotten her aroused again before she ran, or she would stay that aroused, unable to cum until I found her again."

"Since the compulsion to obey, and her special erotic sensitivity apply only to me, they won't affect her unless we meet again."

"She's not completely crippled, though she is certainly going to find parts of this awkward. Her sex life should be more interesting too." I finally decided.

It was a relief to conclude that she could still reasonably make her way in the world. From what she had told me about her sexual preferences, I was fairly sure she would even enjoy her enlarged breasts.

Jill's flight had left while I was working my way through this, with no sign of Jill. It was getting close to time for my flight to leave too, so I picked up my bags, and marched off to find my flight.

If the events up to when I landed at Dallas Airport were a demonstration of how much power the Reward gave me, then starting with Jill's escape, my trip back to college turned into a demonstration of my limitations.

When I got to my gate, the airline announced that they were delaying the flight for two hours due to weather conditions at the destination airport. Two hours later they announced an additional one hour delay. Finally they announced that tornado weather at the destination had forced them to cancel the flight, and the next available flight was tomorrow morning at 10:00 a.m..

The airline provided me with a motel room, and dinner at their expense. The motel was clean, and pleasant enough, but I was still down about what had happened with Jill. I didn't like thinking I was the kind of person who would treat people like that for no reason.

"I'm going to have to make some rules about when and how I'm going to use this power." I decided.

I won't bore you with all the details, but by morning I had hammered out a basic set of rules. The central idea behind the rules was that there were five cases where it was OK for me to use my power.

1. Obviously beneficial uses, such as fixing the well on my dads farm, or curing someone who was ill.
2. When the person involved agrees, or genuinely wants what I am going to do. Tracey was a borderline example of this case.
3. When the person involved deserves it. Such as a murderer, or violent rapist.
4. To defend myself from a direct attack, and conceal my abilities. I won't let someone shoot me, and I will use things like the privacy screen to keep my abilities secret.
5. When no one but me is significantly affected. Such as when I made new, clean underwear for myself at the motel. (I had taken a shower, and then realized that all my clean clothes were back at the airport.)

I worked out a lot of details that I haven't listed here, and I knew I would be refining these rules as time went on. But I felt that abiding by these rules would let me live with my conscience, and keep me from becoming a monster.

The next day dawned cloudy, and stayed that way. I arrived at the gate for my flight a half hour early, and waited. Eventually they announced that there would be a one hour delay.

I finally got curious enough to ask what the delay was this time. They told me that they couldn't find the airplane. Seriously.

For a while I couldn't decide how to react. Finally I started laughing. The image of the flight crew wandering around the runway forlornly asking anyone they can find if a lost airplane passed by, was just too much for me.

The weather stayed cloudy, and they finally sent us to the other side of the airport to get a flight on a different airline.

I was still down a bit over what I had done to Jill. The Reward was watching, and would let me know if she ever came within its detection range again. If I ever found Jill again, I would do what I could to recompense her for what I had done. But for now, I would have to be more careful about how I treated people.

Chapter 10
Arrival

My arrival at college seemed to signal a new beginning for me. The rain stopped and the sun broke out of the clouds a little before I arrived. The air felt clean, and the entire campus had a fresh, newly washed look. Puddles scattered on the ground caught the sunlight and reflected it onto the buildings in bright, ever changing patterns, and students in colorful clothes were moving along the walkways.

The pleasant scenery lifted me out of the mild depression I had fallen into. This was the start of my senior year at college, and, with the Reward, I knew that this would be my best year ever.

But my first set of tasks were the rather mundane ones. I had to get registered for classes, and moved back into the dorm. These tasks occupied me for the next two days, and the Reward was actually very little help.

Paper shuffling and bureaucratic requirements left little room for the Reward to work, at least with its limited range. It really does little good to have my name appear on a list in the office, if it isn't also in the computer system, and in the files in the deans office. Since the computer system was on the other side of the campus, and the deans office was in a building next door, I would have had to run all over the place to accomplish much.

I could have made a quick walk thru of the administrative building and conditioned the entire staff to give me anything I wanted. But that would have violated the rules I had set for myself. And besides, after three years of college, I had gotten used to the bureaucracy.

Also, the registration process gave preferential treatment to seniors. The school did this on the theory that seniors might need it to get the classes necessary to complete their degrees. The school allowed seniors to register a day earlier than anyone else, and gave us preference for the few single rooms available in the dorms. This allowed me to move into a single room and finish registering within two days.

Even though the Reward was little help with actually moving in and getting registered, I did use it quite a bit while I was waiting in line and such.

Since I wasn't going to mess with people who wouldn't genuinely enjoy it, I needed to find the ones that WOULD. I set the Reward to scanning all the people who came within range, and keeping a list of any who seemed to be likely candidates. (This worked very well. The Reward put the worlds best supercomputers to shame.)

By the time I had finished registering I had an extensive list of girls (and boys) who would enjoy the kinds of games I wanted to play. It included a large list of people who would be willing to submit to limited control in return for some of the improvements I could make in them. It also included a surprisingly large list of people who would enjoy being my toys without any payment.

In addition to compiling a list of future playmates, I had some fun during the registration process. With the Reward's help, I could see anyone within twenty feet as if they were nude. The Reward accomplished this by examining the person in question, and showing me a simulation of what they would look like without their clothes on. I used this on girls most of the time, but I did check out one guy, just to see if he was hung as well as he claimed. He wasn't.

Viewing the nude forms of the girls around me led me to make a number of minor physical improvements to them. I often wondered about the reactions of some of the girls when they discovered their ample bosoms had become entirely real instead of padded, or that their waist's no longer needed a corset to be that small. (I was careful to ensure that the girls would actually like the changes).

I would be living in Braddock dorm this year. It was a coed dorm, on the south side of the campus. It was four stories tall, in the shape of capital "H". The two uprights of the "H" held the student's rooms, and the cross bar held study rooms and the elevator. The first floor had the lobby and cafeteria attached.

As a senior, I was placed on the fourth floor, in a single room. I had used the Reward to ensure I got a room in the north wing, which was a coed wing, and was directly above the only all girl wing in the dorm. I also used the Reward to ensure that the rooms nearest mine had some of the more interesting girls from the list.

The rules I had set for my self seemed to be working. I had examined them regularly over the past three days, and I felt that they would keep me from turning into someone I would hate. I was also surprised and happy at the number of people whom I could have fun with. Even with the limits I had set on myself I would have no trouble finding playmates.

On the other hand, the Reward's range limit was a real problem. It wasn't that I couldn't get close enough to people. Getting within twenty feet of someone was almost always possible, but I wanted to be able to watch what happened when they discovered what I had done.

The Reward allowed me to see through walls as easily as it allowed me to see through clothes, but only if the wall was within twenty feet. Using the Reward I could follow someone invisibly as long as I wanted, but following someone around for several hours to see what happened did not appeal to me.

"What I need is something like a crystal ball." I decided. "Something that allows me to view anyone, anywhere, any time I want."

Reward, I need a way to watch and listen to what is happening, anywhere on this planet.

My current limit on manipulation is twenty-one feet, and my current perception limit is fifty-two feet. I cannot currently work past those limits safely.

I was glad that the Reward's range was increasing, but at that rate it would take years to get to a useful viewing range. Maybe I could attack this from another direction.

Reward, you can make items that are stable, even when they leave your effective range, can't you?

Yes

Is there a way you could set up a remotely controlled sensor that would transmit information back to us?

Yes, but such information would not be precise enough to allow me to manipulate anything.

That's OK. As long as it was precise enough to allow me to see and hear what was going on in the area it would be enough.

That is possible

I won't relate the entire development process, but by the time I was done, the Reward was ready to make any number of invisible, intangible, flying, spy eyes. They could watch what was going on anywhere on the planet, and transmit it back to me, undetectably. Unfortunately the best way of making the spy eyes invisible forced them to be completely intangible as well, so there was no way for them to affect anything.

While I couldn't have the Reward make invisible robots for me to use, it could make visible objects, like robots, doors, or anything else. I could control them anywhere on earth using the same communication method as the spy eyes.

With this ability I could do something like replacing someone's clothes with an identical appearing set that would fall completely apart at a signal from me. I would have to be within the twenty-one foot limit to create the clothes, but once that was done I could trigger them from any distance!

By the time I had this all worked out it was time for dinner. I decided to go down to the cafeteria, and get some food. Maybe I could start having fun with some of the potential playmates I had selected while I was there too.

I spotted five girls from my list of playmates in the cafeteria as I made my way through the serving line. I decided that Dianna Brookes would be my first subject, so I found a place about fifteen feet away from her, out of her line of sight, and sat down.

Dianna was one of the girls that had interested me enough that I had gotten her placed in a room near mine. Outwardly she seemed normal enough, if a little shy. She was on the thin side, with attractive B cup breasts, and jet black hair down to her waist. Her eyes were dark brown, and she was a little shorter than me, even with the 3 inch heels she was wearing. Her face was thin, with a small nose, and high cheekbones that gave her an elfin look.

While Dianna was good looking enough, it was her personality that had really interested me. The Reward's examination seemed to show that she wanted exactly the kinds of things I could give her.

I decided that Dianna and I could have a LOT of fun together.

Chapter 11
Acquisition

Dianna

I had begun to feel down again. I should have been happy. The cafeteria food was good, for a change. I had gotten all my classes. My schedule actually left me with Tuesdays and Thursdays free, in addition to the weekend. And, I had even gotten a single room! But somehow thinking of how well registration had gone didn't help, and I knew why.

I still couldn't bring myself to get a boyfriend again. That last encounter with Charley still made me shiver.

The idea of being bound and helpless with a man had excited me, and I'd thought I could trust Charley. I had told him I was NOT into pain, at least not more than a light swat on the rear might cause, and then I had let him tie me up. I had been so excited by the idea that I had practically cum before he finished tying me.

But then, instead of playing with me sexually, he had taken off his belt, and started beating me with it. The physical pain was bad, but the worst thing was the feeling of betrayal. Charley had turned a dream of mine into an opportunity for him to torture me. Fortunately the chair he had tied me to broke under the strain of my struggles. I took a piece of it, knocked Charley over the head with it, and left.

That was two years ago, and I haven't had a real boyfriend since then. Just occasional dates that never went farther than kissing.

Reviewing that episode always left me depressed. But somehow, any time I thought about getting a boyfriend, I wound up playing that memory back to myself. How could I get a boyfriend, especially one to play the kind of games I wanted, when the idea of trusting anyone like that brought back memories of Charley's beating?

I decided glumly, that I would probably spend tonight, and a lot of nights in the future, reading and then playing with myself.

Suddenly I felt a pinching, pulling sensation on my left nipple! It wasn't quite painful, and it disappeared before I could even gasp with surprise. But as soon as it disappeared from my left nipple, it was repeated, just as quickly on my right nipple! This time I did gasp, and looked down to see what was happening. By the time I had actually looked down at my chest, the sensation was gone from my right nipple, but whatever was happening wasn't over. The pinching and tugging now moved to my pussy, starting at the top, and running a series of pinches down the length of my pussy!

I quickly clapped my legs together, but by the time I had done that, it was already over. None of it had been painful. In fact, I realized, it had gotten me slightly turned on! There was no outward sign of what had happened to me, but I could still feel something at my nipples and pussy. It felt kind of like something had stuck to them, and tugged a little as I moved.

I looked around, to see if anyone else had noticed anything unusual, but I didn't see anyone behaving strangely.

I felt worried, and a little confused. What could be going on? Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. Could someone have gotten to my clothes and done something to them?

Well, the first thing to do was to go somewhere private, so I can get my clothes off, and see what had happened to me.

I got up and left to go to my room. As I walked, I continued to feel the slight tugging sensations, but I noticed something else too. It felt like there was something small, about the size of my little finger, inside my pussy.

The tugging on my privates, and the teasing sensation of something just big enough to feel inside my pussy was getting me turned on. I knew it was ridiculous, but images of some man using magic, or hypnosis to play with me kept running through my head, and made me even hotter!

I spent the entire elevator ride up to the fourth floor concentrating on staying cool until I could get to my room. Fortunately there was only one other person in the elevator with me, and he seemed preoccupied with his own thoughts.

By the time I reached my room, the combination of arousal, and worry had me a little frantic. I fumbled for the key, and once the door was open I dashed in. I shoved the door closed with my butt, while I used both hands to unzip my skirt, and drop it to the floor.

My first indication of how strange things were really getting appeared when I reached for the top of my pantyhose, and didn't find them. I looked in the mirror and saw, to my surprise, that I was now wearing stockings. They were held up by straps that disappeared up under my blouse. Thinking about it, I could still feel something like a belt around my waist, despite having removed my skirt.

"I don't even own a garter belt!" I thought to myself. "All I have are pantyhose, and elastic top stockings"

My blouse was long enough to hide my pussy, so I lifted it, and got an even bigger surprise. My pussy was completely covered, not by the panties I had worn under the pantyhose, but by a silver colored metal plate!

I quickly removed my blouse and bra to see what had been done to my breasts.

Each nipple now had a silver ring piercing it, and each ring had a chain attached to it. The two chains dropped down and joined just above my belly button. From there, a single chain dropped down to the metal plate over my pussy.

I moved closer to the mirror to get a better look at my pussy.

The silver plate at my crotch curved, as if to cup my pussy. It had an opening that I could urinate through, and a bulge at the top. The plate had six horizontal slots down the center, about a half inch long, and an eighth of an inch wide. Each of these slots had a pair of silver rings half way through them, like coins inserted half way into the slot on a vending machine.

A silver rod ran through the rings, on the outside of the plate. The rod had a knob on the bottom, too large to fit through the rings, and at the top it had a small loop with a padlock through it. This rod kept the rings from sliding all the way through the slots. To complete the assembly, the chain that led to my breasts was locked to the rod by the padlock.

All these metal pieces had a soft silver color that looked like genuine silver rather than steel, or chrome.

I stared at this for a moment, then reached down and carefully tugged on the rod. I immediately felt the tugging on my pussy! The rings pierced my labia! There were six pairs of rings, two through each slot in the plate. I selected the top pair, and gently tugged on one ring, and then the other. They definitely pierced my outer labia, one on each side.

The idea of getting piercings had fascinated me since well before my encounter with Charley. The idea of having my nipples pierced, and having them used to bind me had always gotten me turned on, but the pain associated with actually getting them pierced had always scared me off.

But now, not only had someone painlessly pierced my nipples, they had pierced my pussy! Twelve times!

Not only that, but with that rod through the rings, holding them together my pussy was locked closed! And I had no key!

Looking at this was getting me hot! But Still, I wondered. Since the rings, rod, and padlock had my pussy locked closed, why the metal plate?

The answer to that became quickly apparent. I was getting quite aroused, but with that metal plate locked over my pussy, I couldn't touch it at all! In fact, I quickly discovered that the bulge near the top of my pussy prevented any contact with my clit no matter how I pushed or tugged! And by now my clit was aching for attention!

I reached up to rub a nipple, (since my pussy was out of reach), and noticed something else. There was a thread tied to the ring in my right nipple, and there was a small paper folded, and tied to the other end of the thread.

I plucked the paper from my nipple, and opened it. (The tug as the thread snapped sent an erotic thrill through my whole body!) Once I had recovered from that, I read the message.

"Dianna" it started. "By now you have discovered that your body is no longer entirely yours."

(Just reading that sentence sent a thrill through me.)

"I have chosen to take possession of you."

(That bald statement sent another thrill of mixed fear and arousal up my spine.)

"I could just take you, without giving you any choice in the matter."

(What had happened to me so far was certainly ample demonstration of that!)

"But I have decided to give you the option of refusing me. If you refuse me, I will return you to the way you were. All of the decorations will disappear, and your body will be yours again."

(This was reassuring, and disappointing. I liked the nipple rings.)

"If you decide to accept me, you will become my plaything. I have no interest in causing you physical pain, and I fully intend to require you to finish your education. But, as my toy, you would be under my complete control. You will dress the way I want you to. You will be bound, in any way I want, any time I want, and any where I want. You will have sex, any time, any way, and any where I want. In fact, you will be unable to refuse ANY command I give you."

(The idea of having a master who could suddenly make bindings appear on me any where, any time, was getting me even more turned on. But it was scary too. He (She?) was talking about making me a complete slave and sex toy!)

"I will say once again, that I don't enjoy causing physical pain, but I will tease and embarrass you any way I choose if you become mine."

(It seemed like a man, but I had no evidence. This was getting me even more aroused.)

"You will find that the shackle of the lock at your pussy has opened. If you choose to accept my mastery, just snap the lock closed within the next ten minutes, and you will be mine. If you wait longer than ten minutes, or if you remove the lock completely, I will take that as a refusal, and all the bindings I have placed on you will disappear"

"You have ten minutes from NOW."

As I read that last line there was a click from the area of my pussy. I looked down, and saw that the small pad lock was hanging open. I quickly looked at my clock. It showed the time as 6:17.

I was shocked. Whoever had done this wanted me to agree to become his complete slave, without even knowing who he was! I somehow felt that he meant everything he had written in his note, but what if he changed? Or even worse, what if he were deluded?

The thought of what a person with this kind of power could do if they were malicious frightened me. But somehow, I couldn't believe that was the case now. The sensations when I had been "given" my new jewelry had been startling, but not painful. Also, he was giving me a chance to escape, even though he was obviously capable of forcing me to be his slave.

As I stood there thinking about this, my right hand wandered down to my pussy, and began playing with the lock, twisting it back and forth. At the same time my left hand moved up to my left nipple, and began tugging on the ring. I was watching myself in the mirror as I played with these metal additions to my body.

Suddenly I gasped. My right hand was holding the lock, almost closed. All it would take was a slight push with my thumb, and the hasp would slide home, locking me into slavery.

I stared, fascinated, at the small lock in my hand. I was suddenly aware of each breath. I could feel the heat that seemed to radiate from my pussy. My heart was beating so loudly that my whole chest seemed to shake with each thump.

Just a light push, and my life would change forever. Or, a twist and a tug, I would remove the lock, and everything would go back to the way it was.

Was that what I wanted?

I felt a happy calm descend over me. This was a unique chance. I could tell that closing that lock would place me into slavery, more thorough than I had ever dreamed of. But I also felt that this master was truly interested in having fun, rather than causing pain, and I felt like he wanted ME to enjoy this too.

I smiled and shivered, as a small click announced the closing of the lock. It had taken almost no effort at all to push the hasp home, and lock me into my new life.

Suddenly, I became aware of what I had done. A chill of fear went through me. I tugged on the lock, trying to open it, but with no success. The only result of all my tugging, and jiggling was to arouse me more as the rod tugged on the rings through my pussy, and the chains swung and pulled on the rings in my nipples.

By now I had gotten quite hot. My nipples felt hard, and ached erotically. I felt my clit, erect and aching to be caressed. I lay down on the bed, and began to explore my new jewelry. My left hand went back to playing with my nipples, squeezing them, and tugging on the rings that pierced them. Each squeeze or tug made me a little hotter, and made me want the next one even more.

My pussy was getting hotter along with my nipples and breasts, and my right hand moved down to my crotch to try to satisfy the need I felt in my pussy. But the plate locked over it did a thorough job of preventing me from getting any satisfaction. Trying to rub myself through the plate just made the sweet frustration worse.

After about fifteen minutes of frantic rubbing, I stopped myself. I was breathing hard, and my pussy throbbed with a continuous erotic ache. My nipples throbbed in time with my pussy, and I had trouble keeping my hands away from them. This had gotten me more aroused, and frustrated, than I could ever remember being.

My new master was evidently NOT going to let me cum until he wanted me to. My pussy and clit were thoroughly locked away, and I wasn't going to be able to touch them until he let me.

I tried to relax, and let myself cool off. But I was laying, naked on my bed, unable to touch the part of me that most needed to be touched, and every time I thought of this, I got hot again. Not only that, but my nipples ached, and the temptation to rub them was tough to resist.

The rings through my nipples, and the lock on my pussy had occupied so much of my attention that I had forgotten about the sensation of something inserted into my pussy. It reminded me of its existence now, by starting to grow within me.

It felt like a balloon being inflated inside my pussy, except that it was hard. I moaned softly as it grew, pushing itself deeper into my pussy, and spreading the inside of my pussy apart. As it grew, I felt a tugging sensation on my clit, and realized that my clit must have a ring through it too, and that ring must be attached to the dildo growing inside my pussy.

The slow growth inside my pussy, combined with the slowly increasing tugging on my clit was beginning to drive me really wild. I began squeezing my pussy muscles, and thrusting my hips, trying to increase the sensation in my cunt, and achieve a climax, but I couldn't quite manage to push myself over the edge.

After a seemingly endless time, the dildo stopped growing!

Even though I dimly realized that the dildo filled my pussy as far as it could go without pain, I needed more! I needed to cum!

"Oh God! Please don't stop! I need more. Please!" I begged.

But, instead of growing, it actually began to shrink!

The withdrawal of the dildo made me intensely aware of how pleasant it had felt to be stretched to my limit, and I began begging as sincerely as I could for more. At that point I would gladly have promised anything to have the dido grow inside me again, and keep growing.

I don't know how long the shrinking continued. It couldn't have been more than a few seconds, though it felt like forever. Finally the dildo stopped shrinking, when it was about the size of my little finger.

By this time I was frantically pulling and twisting my nipple rings, and writhing with frustrated arousal.

Then it began growing again. This time it began vibrating as it grew. The ring through my clit transferred the vibrations directly to my clit, only slightly at first, but more and more intensely as the dildo grew, and tightened the connection.

It only took a second or so of this to finally push me over the edge. I'm not usually very vocal during sex, but this orgasm felt more intense that any I had ever had before, and I screamed with pleasure as it washed over me.

That was one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had, but when it was done I could feel the dildo still growing and vibrating inside me! Soon it brought me to another climax, and then another!

I have no idea how long it lasted, but when it was done I went limp. The dildo had stopped vibrating a few seconds after it reached its maximum size, and I could feel it shrinking within me. Soon it was back down to the size of my finger. It was too much effort to think or move, so I just lay there for a while, recovering from the experience.

I was just starting to think about moving, when the dildo started vibrating and growing again.

At first I thought that they too thoroughly sated me to respond, but I soon discovered that I was wrong. The vibrations and swelling in my cunt started my pussy muscles contracting in response. And the ring through my clit was placed in such a way that the vibrations seemed to stimulate every erotic nerve in my pussy.

Within a few minutes the erotic heat had built to the point that I could no longer sit still. I began playing with my nipples, rubbing them and pulling on the rings. Each tug added to the heat that consumed me again, and soon I writhed frantically, begging for release.

I lost track of time again, so I don't know how long it took, but eventually it brought me to another screaming climax.

That cycle, a short rest followed by sexual stimulation till I climaxed, repeated two more times, leaving me completely exhausted, and sexually worn out.

It took several minutes of rest for me to become aware that it was over. This had left me thoroughly exhausted, though pleasantly so. I was barely able to pull the covers over myself as I dimly wondered what tomorrow would be like, and drifted off to sleep.

More to come!

As I said at the beginning of this file, let me know what you think. The more interest you show, the more likely I am to write more.

Bill.
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