The Alpha Authority | free bimbo + mind control stories

Chapter One

Boom. Boom. Boom-boom-boom.

The echoes of the drums in my head was the only thing that I heard, like the hammering of my own heartbeat. Was it my heartbeat? I don’t know. I didn’t hear the snap of the cords binding me, nor the expletive that I saw my captor’s lips form. Most people can read lips well enough for that one.

The only other coherent thought in my head were those two words; The Dynasty. Everything else was on autopilot, from surging from the chair to relieving her hands of both the gun and the scepter fragment simultaneously. Tossing the latter into the far corner and scanning for security cameras seemed to have been pre-programmed as well.

The shock and fear in her eyes melted away rapidly, all resistance draining away as I saw the devotion and desire for me replace the draining apprehension.

“I’d like you to get me out of here.” I said.

She just nodded. She looked far less tough than she had just a moment ago, and her toned, body-builder arms took on a far more feminine aura.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

The blonde stepped closer to me, her body language ripe and dripping with eagerness. “Cassaundra.” Her hand touched my chest, causing me to look down and notice. The new body I’d gained through the power of the scarab had somehow…pumped up even more.

I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her close, feeling her body settle into mine. I gave her a quick, hard kiss on the lips. “Out of here…first.” I whispered, giving her a smoldering look. At least, I think it was smoldering; it was all kind of new to me, still.

It did the trick. “We’ll have to slip past the guards, but then we can get out in my car.”

I picked up the scepter fragment and the gun, one tucked into my pocket, the other into my waistband. “What do I need to know about the scepter?”

“It only works if you touch it.” She said, her eyes going ostensibly to my pocket, but seemed to linger more over my crotch.

“Are there any more in the facility?” I needed to know if I could rely on my abilities.

“No.”

“Then let’s go.”

Cassaundra led me through the building, at one point leading me with my hands clasped behind my back past a guard. I only saw his side of the non-verbal exchange, but she must have given him a come-hither look, because his eyes widened. We passed easily, though, and my fingers came off the butt of the pistol behind me.

“It’s just through here.” She said, gesturing me around the corner. She followed, her hands all over me as I headed towards the marked exit.

The lot was gravel and dilapidated. Five cars were lined up in unmarked spaces and I headed towards the one that chirped and flashed its lights as we approached.

“Drive.” I said.

The beautiful blonde had the ignition running by the time I slid into the passenger seat, feeling the wheels crunching backwards even before the door clicked shut.

“Where are we going?” She asked.

“Good question.” I said. “I’m figuring you folks already know where I live.”

Cassaundra looked over at me, shrugging her shoulders. “Afraid so.”

“The university is out as well.” I said. I gave her an address. It was a flash out of the blue, but it was all I had at the moment. Damon’s place.

The two of us hadn’t hung around together for a couple of years, but the friendship had a tendency to ebb and flow. Two nerds with intersecting interests; sometimes they gelled, sometimes they didn’t.

Conversation was minimal, at least after I questioned her in depth about whether or not she or the car were bugged for tracking. I felt like a spy. A naive spy.

“This one.” I said, pointing into the long driveway. “Oh, and this visit might come as a surprise.”

That was an understatement.

Chapter Two

Since the door opened, he’d just been squinting. First at me, then at Cassaundra, then back again.

“Morton?”

I smiled. “Hey, D.” I said.

He looked me up and down again. “What the fuck happened to you?”

“I’ll tell you if you let us in.” I laughed.

“And who the fuck is this?” He said, jokingly, eyes going to the obviously lusty blonde by my side.

“Cassaundra.”

“Well, come the fuck in.” He said, stepping aside. “Nice to meet you, Cassie.”

Damon was always terrible with women, and things didn’t look like they’d improved very much.

“I just need a place to crash for a day or two until I figure some things out.” I said, following him into the living area. It was a nice place. Damon does well, and it says even more about him that even money doesn’t help him with the ladies.

“Anything for an old friend, M.” He said, but his eyes were on Cassie’s ass as she rounded the couch to sit down.

His eyes did switch back to me, to watch me sit on the couch.

“Okay, you’ve got to clear up the elephant in the room, at least.” Damon said, eyeing me. “What the fuck, brother?”

“I got better.” I said. It hung there in the air for a moment before I laughed. Two seconds later, Damon burst out as well. It was a joke from a movie we’d watched together a million times in high school.

“Okay, now that was some funny shit.” He said a minute later. “Shit. I’m being a dick again, right? Would you two like something to drink?”

Cassie’s hand was in my lap and he’d noticed it.

“Or a fucking room?”

“Cassie, could you step outside for a few minutes so Damon and I can catch up?” I said, smiling at her.

Her eyes melted. “Of course, Morton.” She said, leaning in to give me a tentative kiss before standing. We both watched her as she went through the French doors, closing them behind her.

“Damn, that’s a hot body.” Damon sighed. “Really. Joking aside, what the fuck, Morton?”

I laughed. “I’m only going to tell you if you’re willing to believe me.”

He looked at me, then a rare, sober look came over his face. “Dude, I’ve got no reason not to, at this point, and that doesn’t even have to do with the blonde…whatever she is that looks like she’s dying to jump on your cock.”

Damon listened intently as I told the skeleton of my story.

“You know I’m going to ask, right?” He asked.

“Stolen.” I sighed. “Honestly, I’d hook a brother up, otherwise.”

“You’d better.” He smiled. “Part of me wants to call bullshit, but the other part’s convinced. I’m glad you finally decided to drop Jo like the hot rock that she was.”

In hindsight, I could definitely see his issue with her. I’d been blinded by it myself. “Well, Jo’s still in the picture, but our relationship has…changed a bit.”

Damon looked outside at the gorgeous, pacing blonde. “…but is she cool with that?”

I laughed. “She’s not really Jo’s type, but she’s definitely cool with that now.”

He gave a stage shudder, then laughed. “Brother, you’ve definitely got the life. So how can a good, loyal, and forever friend help you retrieve this stolen scarab-thingy?”

Gesturing, I called Cassie back into the living room.

“Let me get those drinks.” Damon said, leaving just as Cassie came in.

My phone chirped.

Meet me at the crossroads. – Kane

He knew something was up, I thought. The instructions were at least lightly coded. The university is on ‘I’ street. About five miles down, it intersects with ‘Horace Adams’ street. The Eye of Horus. Yeah, archeology can be nerdy too.

I turned to look at Cassie. “You want to please me, right?” I asked.

She lowered her eyes. “More than anything in the world.”

“Then make my friend happy.” I said. She glanced at him as he came in with the drinks and his eyes caught hers.

I stood. “Hey, I need to go meet with someone for a bit. Do you mind if I leave Cassie here?”

His eyes flitted from mine to hers and back again. “Yeah, that’s cool.” He said, trying to act nonchalant.

“I’m sure we can find something to do.” Cassie said, smiling.

Chapter Three

“So, what’s this Dynasty shit?” I asked, the moment I sat down at the table. It hadn’t been hard to find him. The intersection had two housed, a dry-cleaner, and a coffee shop.

He looked up from the laptop he’d been working at when I arrived. “The Dynasty is some deep shit, Morton.” He said.

“Well, I’d fucking figured that one out for myself, Prof.” I said. “Especially after a hot, Aryan-looking blonde was about to put one in my brain.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t give you much warning, Morton. Apparently you’ve taken care of yourself well?”

I laughed. “Sometimes OJT is the best.” I said. “I got away and the blonde is probably currently making my old high school buddy very happy.”

Kane smiled, but his face sobered quickly.

“The scarab’s gone.” I told it.

“I’d thought as much.”

“I have this, though.”

I laid the cloth-wrapped piece of the scepter down on the pitted laminate of the tabletop.

He seemed to consider it for a moment. “I want you to keep it safe, for now.” He said. “And I need your help with some things, unless you just want to disappear. If so, I’ll understand.”

“And these people?” I asked. “They’re just going to stop looking for me?”

He shook his head. “Likely not.”

“Yeah, what do I need to do?”

We talked for a few minutes before the barista brought over my coffee. We both watched her sashay away, after getting flustered, her eyes passing from me to Kane.

“She does this thing with her tongue…” He said, grinning.

“TMI.” I laughed, watching her body move under her yoga pants. “But good to know.”

The next hour was spent going over details of what he wanted from me, which ended up including Cassaundra, as if he’d had to work her into the plan on short notice. She probably cut some steps, since she would have inside information.

Kane and I were The Dynasty, as was one other man, a TSA agent. Kane had lost touch with him, though. The people after us, well, they wanted what we had, and they had already killed to get it. I wasn’t going to let that happen, but I wasn’t going to hide from them, either. I loved my new lease on life and the last thing I was going to do was to let it slip from my fingers.

Chapter Four

Emily Vanker was easy to track down. Hell, she was a strong, upstanding member of the community and a member of the local young professionals group. At thirty-one, she was the youngest partner in her firm and involved in numerous charities. People would probably think him a crackpot if he told them she was part of the power-hungry secret society Kane had outlined for me.

He social media photos did her very little justice, but that might have been because I caught her in an utterly natural state. She was just pulling the tie out of her pony tail and shaking out he mess of honey-blonde hair as she walked out of the gym, a streak of dark sweat running from the collar of her tight t-shirt to the tops of her skin-tight exercise shorts. The calves that emerged from the bottom were full and toned, gracefully curved and beautiful.

I rolled down the passenger window of Cassie’s SUV as I approached her. She glanced up.

“I’m sorry, is this 229 Piedmont Street. They didn’t say it was a gym on the request.”

Startled at first, she smiled. “You know, I’m not sure what the actual address is.” She said. “It’s not like I have to put it in my GPS.”

I gave her back a warm smile. “True. Same thing when people ask me my phone number.”

Emily laughed. “Yeah, same here.” She looked around, uncomfortably. “Well, I should probably…”

“Would you like to join me?” I asked. Her answer would give me all the information I needed to know about her state, considering I hadn’t offered a destination.

The beauty looked at her car, then at me again. A hint of a sweet smile turned up the corner of her mouth. “Okay.”

The sweet beauty of her clean-scrubbed face would have thrown me off if I hadn’t trusted Kane’s admonitions about her. She was intricately involved with the people who would stop at nothing to get what we had, murder included.

We pulled out of the parking lot together, and the chime started up again as I unbuckled her seatbelt, watching it slide from between her breasts back up into its socket.

“What are you doing?” She asked, turning to me with questions in those dark, brown eyes.

“It’ll get in the way when you’re sucking my cock, Emily.” I said.

I could almost see the gears in those dark pools as she considered it. “That makes sense.” She said. “I’d wanted to ask, but I wasn’t sure.”

“You’re always welcome to ask, beautiful.” I said, scooting forward a bit and unzipping my jeans. “We’re going to get to be good friends. Me, you, and Cassaundra.”

Emily smiled as she twisted in the roomy seat of the SUV. “You know Cass?”

“I do.” I said, sliding my hand up the back of her neck as she worked my rising cock out of my fly. “We’re on the way to see her.”

Those brown eyes poured into mine again as she frowned a bit. “Do you think I’ll have time to finish this?” She asked, giving my semi-hard cock a squeeze.

“I’ll do an extra lap around the block if I need to.” I said, guiding her head down. I felt the hot humidity of her breath whisper across my shaft before feeling her mouth dip to my balls.

The hot lawyer’s tongue seared a path across my eager balls as I pulled to a stop at a light, taking the opportunity to survey her kneeling form as she greedily started slurping away, wanting desperately to please me. Her long hair was damp in my hand as I pulled it upwards, exposing her neck and the dark trail of sweat down her back that matched the one that had graced the path leading between her small breasts. This one continued down her tight pants, perfectly bisecting her gorgeous ass, running straight between them to the promised land.

A honk behind me put my eyes back on the road, though my mental focus was still on the steam being generated in my lap. I smiled, thinking the other driver was mad that I was on my phone. The SUV rode high enough that most of the cars around us wouldn’t have been able to see in, though most wouldn’t even have bothered to look.

“Okay, Em.” I said, pulling her up gently by the hair. “Why don’t you show me what a hotshot young lawyer can do with her pretty mouth.”

Those eyes practically dripped with lust, glazed over and doe-like. I watched her tongue slide across her naturally-pink lips before easing her back to her work. The heat of her mouth on my balls was nothing like the sensation of her mouth’s sweet embrace. She rolled her tongue through my pre-cum before sliding it into her mouth, sucking hard, creating even more surface area for my shaft to enjoy as her sweet cheeks vacuum-sealed around its length.

“Nice.” I whispered. I could feel the constriction in her cheeks as she smiled in pleasure at my blunt compliment. She didn’t stop her journey, though. With the light, but unrelenting pressure I was placing on her head, she knew exactly what I wanted and was obviously prepared to give it to me.

Emily Vanker’s quick gag was the first and the last as she adjusted her head to give me the straightest shot down her tight throat. I could feel it rippling against my flesh as I gave her the last little nudge required to bury those soft, sexy lips in the hair around the base of my cock. “That’s outstanding, Emily. I think we’re going to get to know each other very well. In the morning, we’ll talk about other ways you can make me happy other than just with your body. And, wow, by the way. You’re one delicious woman.”

Not that much older than me, either, but she looked five years younger. Perfect skin, sweet smile; a natural beauty. If Kane was right, though, that’s where her beauty ended. Could I straighten that out a bit along the way? I was wondering it when I felt the pressure of her hands against my thighs, seeing her ass squirming a bit.

“Get a good breath, baby.” I said, letting her up with a desperate gasp for air.

“May I…” She started.

I turned her head up to my eyes again. “What, love?” I asked.

She blushed furiously, her fresh-face even more innocent and sweet. “May I…touch myself?”

“No.”

It surprised me, but Emily went right back to the task at hand, her sweet lips sliding down my cock again. Her gorgeous ass waggled to-and-fro as she bobbed up and down. I knew what I wanted. I wanted her to associate orgasm with my cock. I was going to make this one completely dependent on it. Hell, with those lips gliding up and down my cock like a cork in a wave pool, I seriously considered just keeping her. She was much more Jo’s type than Cassie.

Okay, so it too several trips around Damon’s block before I finally allowed myself to erupt between Emily’s sweet lips. I pulled her up to just the tip, feeling the thick ropes of cum fire up into her mouth, pooling around my shaft as she waited patiently, clamping her lips down even tighter as if afraid to spill even one drop.

“Good girl.” I crooned at her, stroking her dirty-blonde hair as the last of the spasms rippled through my body and into her mouth. “Now, swallow all that down.”

Even tighter as she swallowed, milking my cock dry with her clamped lips before I let her come back up on her knees in the passenger seat. She was grinning like she’d just won an important race. “Thank you, Morton.” She whispered, running one finger down her lower lip before gently biting it.

Chapter Five

Damon gawped at the blonde beauty following me like a puppy as I walked back in the house.

“Okay, so now it’s one-hundred-percent believed.” He said. “Miss Vanker, I’m Damon McClusky. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Damon’s a close friend of mine.” I told her, then turning to Damon and mouthing the word mine.

He grinned. “It’s all good, M, my man. All good.”

“Where’s Cassie?”

I could have done without seeing his blush. “She’s in the shower.” He said. “And by the way…have I ever told you that I love you?”

He broke up laughing as we went into the living room. “I’m assuming you’ve got some extra rooms in this dive?” I asked.

“Yeah, Cassie’s already set. Do you want another for Miss Vanker, or will the two of you be staying together?”

Emily gripped my arm tighter, pressing her sweaty body up against mine. “Probably together.” I said. “Em and I have a lot to discuss and we’ll probably be up late.”

“Discussion, yeah.” Damon said. “Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.”

I laughed. “…and I’ve got a project for you in the morning, if you’re game? Something I want you to help Cassie with.”

Damon grinned. “Anything for a friend.” He walked us to the back door. “I think you two will find the guest house to be a perfect place to talk things over.”

“Stellar idea.” I said, opening the doors. “Meet up again in the morning?”

“Absolutely.” He smiled. Cassie made an appearance in the hallway, running a towel over her tousled hair.

I cracked the door back open before closing it. “Oh, and Damon…don’t break your toy, buddy. She’s got work to do.”

Damon threw up his hands. “I’ll be as gentle as she’ll let me be.”

I’d kind of figured that.

I watched the little drops of condensation on the beer bottle trickle down, joining together in teams before making the mad, gravity-assisted dash down to the surface of the table. It was kind of symbolic. Joining up with Kane, even adding Damon to the mix; it was all something new to me. I’d had friends since my accident, of course, but excepting Damon, they’d been mostly shallow. Over the years, I’d realized even my relationship with Jo had been the same. I’d never really known her true heart. It took me changing that heart to make our marriage work again, though there were still doubts about why I was keeping her in my life; other than love. Sometimes, it’s just not enough.

“Wow, that feels so good.”

Looking up, I saw Emily coming out of the bathroom, just tossing her hair over one shoulder with a graceful flip of her head. If she was beautiful coming straight out of her workout, a nearly-scalding shower was even more of a benefit. She was gorgeous. Enough so that my heart did that little flutter in my chest. Shit, Morton, I thought. Get a hold of yourself; this woman is bad.

Except she wasn’t. She was as sweet and nice as Jo had ever been and within an hour we had covered all the things that she needed to do in the morning, all with the goal of shutting down the group she was with.

“What is it?” I asked, after a long break in the conversation.

Brow furrowing, she tried and stopped words a few times before getting a firm grip on them. “I’m…sorry.” She said. “…about before. I didn’t even know you were who you were until we started talking about…that stuff.”

I was hoping I was going to hear a sob story about how she’d gotten involved in something she really didn’t want to be in, but it wasn’t the case. She’d always been hungry for more, whether it came in the form of legal victories, money, or power.

“It doesn’t matter now.” I said. “You’ve changed a little for me. That’s a start, isn’t it?”

She nodded. “And you’re going to help me and the Professor, right?”

Nodding again. “I just want to make you happy.” She whispered.

I stared at her. One of the most gorgeous women I’d ever had the pleasure of even speaking with, and those were her words. A little bit overwhelming, actually, if you know where I’m coming from. I had to stop the flutter once again.

“You’re beautiful, Em.” I said, stroking her cheek. She leaned into it like a kitten lapping up attention. “Listen. You’re good enough. You’re smart and successful. It’s enough. You’ve proved yourself. It’s time you directed some of that passion towards helping other people.”

I could see the welling of tears in those big, brown eyes, her lower lips trembling just slightly; enough for me to read her heart.

“Please kiss me.” She said. The words came out like a whisper on the breeze, and I obliged her by pulling her towards me, her eyes only closing as my lips touched hers.

The kiss was rapturous and wonderful, even, dare I say, surpassing the blowjob on the way home in its intensity. It started slow, with my tongue requesting access between her lips that was tenderly granted. Her own found mine, and the two sparred gently, as if choreographed, until she had won the battle of territory and was straddling me on the couch as she explored my mouth.

I can’t say it helped, and I should have distanced myself. Maybe if I’d had a normal adolescence, I would have had the strength. I didn’t, and I could tell that I was already falling in love with her.

My hand slid up between us, pressing at the exposed skin at the top of her robe. The kiss broke as I gently pushed her back. She smiled at me, biting her lower lip, allowing my control as I continued until she was reclined on her back against the pillows. Slowly and deliberately, I untied the sash around her waist.

“I want to look at you.” I whispered.

“Anything.” She sighed, just as I parted the sides, exposing her breasts and the flat expanse of her stomach.

It’s amazing how easily it was to ignore the fact that the feelings she was experiencing were artificial, while my own were genuine. Ignored completely. I shuffled around a bit, kissing her sweet lips one more time before taking a solid ten minutes to kiss my way from the crook of her neck to her inner thigh, all along gently nudging her legs apart so I could easily receive the pot of gold I was hungry for.

Emily gasped as the first flick of my tongue drove gently between her lips, tasting her just as the scent of her womanhood flooded my nose; clean and natural. My hands roamed her silky legs until they naturally hooked behind her knees, bending them as I spread her legs wide, allowing myself to simply become lost in enjoying her perfect body.

Her panting and beautiful moans started accelerating until I pulled up, causing even her breathing to cut off sharply. “I don’t want you to cum until you have my cock in you.” I said.

I saw her whole body shudder, followed by a ripple of goosebumps. She nodded, slowly, and I went back to my work, wishing my tongue could drive deeper into her willing flesh. Over the next ten minutes or so I enjoyed her tight little pussy, glancing up now and then to see the pleasure and panic combined in her face as I drove her crazy with lust and delight.

“Are you ready to cum, Emily?” I asked.

“Oh, God, yes!” She blurted out, then blushed furiously in embarrassment.

I turned and sat on the couch. “Come here, beautiful.”

Emily rose to her feet, attempting to shuck the robe and straddle me all in one motion, which resulted in her practically falling on top of me. I laughed and it seemed to uncork some tension in her, because she giggled as she slowly stood again, discarding the robe and giving me my first complete look at her exquisite body.

“Let me make you cum, Em.” I whispered.

She was on me quickly, but I could tell she was trying to come across as patient. She failed, but each moment of it was a thing of beauty and delight. Once my cock was pressing into her body, she clutched my cheeks and kissed me, even more passionately than before. Her body was tight and hot and felt like nothing other than a perfect fit with mine as gravity sank her flesh down over my cock, finally settling in with a groan and a gasp of breath in my face. She smiled, wiping a bit of spittle off my cheek from her outburst.

“I’m sorry.” She said, smiling.

I put my hands on her slender hips and guided her back and forth. She took to what I wanted, slowly undulating her hips, grinding her clit back and forth across my pubic hair as the head of my cock slid back and forth against her cervix.

She tossed her head back and moaned and it was probably the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen up to that point in my young life. She continued the grinding motion as she surged forward, one of her perky breasts falling into my hungry mouth.

Squeaking as my teeth bit into her hard nipple, I relinquished it and dragged her lips down to mine. “Cum on my cock, Emily.” I whispered, right before kissing her passionately.

It took one, two, three more wave-like passes of her sweet hips before her whole body shuddered as if an earthquake was rattling her from the inside-out. A blast of air blew out from between our lips as the moan of pleasure she couldn’t suppress burst out. Once again, she threw her head back, her honey-blonde hair freezing for a moment in my mind’s eye as if a glamour shot by a famous erotic photographer.

My own orgasm surprised me as her incredible flesh rippled against my shaft, as if her whole body wanted to please me, not just her mind.

Chapter Six

The dream didn’t startle me anymore, allowing me to inventory a few more details. The drums were there as always, but the seething mass of women writhing at my feet were more defined. There was Jo, as well as Cassie and Emily. Two more were clear and I could make out their faces, though I didn’t recognize them at all. As were the others, they were beautiful.

In the dream, my hand rose and I watched as Cassie’s body lifted into the air, as if levitating through some power at my control. She arched her back and moaned in pleasure, her body shaking as I somehow pleasured her incredibly fit body. She rotated in air, approaching me head-first on her back as if she was being wheeled on a cart. She continued forward, opening her mouth greedily to accept my cock as it passed between her trembling lips. Closer and closer her body came to mine and I watched as her throat bulged out as I slipped into it. Her body was still shaking in orgasm as the drums started to intensify.

Emily was in my arms, the scent of her freshly-washed hair in my nose as it splayed out over my chest…but the feeling was still there, down below. It took me a moment or two to process the dream and the reality. It wasn’t the first time I’d woken from that dream to someone sucking my cock, but honestly, it’s never gotten old.

Back and forth, the lips slid slowly and deliberately along the length of my shaft. It was thrilling and sensual, one beautiful woman cuddled softly in my arms, another serving me, even though I was sound asleep. The night with Emily had run very late, allowing my body to truly enjoy the ministrations below. I pictured Cassie’s lips before wondering if the two knew each other at all. The answer came a few minutes later as Emily rolled to her side, turning her other cheek to my chest. Her eyes were a sudden, flooding reminder of all the emotions I had felt for her the night before.

“Good morning.” She whispered, half a smile blessing her sweet face.

“And to you.” I said, running my hand down her hair, tucking it behind her ear.

She smiled. “Are you just ignoring the fact that my sister-in-law is giving you a blowjob?”

“Sister-in-law?” I asked.

“Well, was.” Emily said. I could see in her eyes that she was trying to change the normal bluntness of her words. To succeed as she had, she’d have had to have been shrewd and succinct in all of her communication. “…until he passed.”

I touched her cheek. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Don’t be.” She said. I saw a flash of what she must have been like before the effects of my powers had dug into her. “He wasn’t really a nice guy. She’d be far better off with someone like your friend Damon.”

I smiled, the steady, slick slide on my cock continuing unabated as if she was completely ignoring us. “I think Damon would like that.”

She laughed, sleepily. “You’re probably right about that. So, you didn’t answer me. You want me to kick her out?”

There was a muffled, but very indignant sound from beneath the sheets. Emily laughed. “Yeah, don’t pretend I can’t, sis. You may have the muscles, but I’ve got the skills.”

Emily Vanker had certainly shown me some skills during our late-night session, especially when it came to flexibility.

“I’m not really one to complain.” I said, grinning.

“What guy is?” Emily said, tweaking one of my nipples hard. “How’s she doing?”

“For one, ow.” I said. She smiled. “For two, I’m not one to kiss and tell.”

Emily rolled onto her knees above me, her gorgeous locks falling around my face like a curtain, her own pink cheeks and gorgeous eyes at the top. “That’s not a kiss.”

“Well, show me a kiss, then.” I said.

She showed me, alright. As Cassie continued worshipping my cock, the beautiful blonde I was falling hopelessly in love with showed me what a kiss could be. Even then, I pushed aside the fact that her feelings weren’t real.

After the sad end of that perfect kiss, she consoled me by throwing back the sheet, revealing the woman loving on my shaft with her lips and tongue. Without missing a beat, she joined her between my legs, and I struggled to get a pillow under my back to watch the beautiful sight. They traded my cock back and forth like a treat, each striving to please me more, brown eyes and blue searing into mine as they both vied to make me cum.

It took a few passes to match up, but the two beauties slid their lips up my shaft in unison, one on each side as they stared up at me lustily. It was enough to finally push me over the edge, and my cum erupted upwards, cascading in splatting puddles on both of their cheeks and noses and in the corner of Cassie’s eye. Emily stroked my shaft, bringing forth a few more fountains to decorate their faces. Mostly, though, my eyes were for Emily Vanker.

Chapter Seven

“Remember, I want you to make a big deal of it, Emily. You’ve got to convince them that you want the whole crew together to show them that you’ve brought me in.” I said, staring at her.

Damon and Cassie sat opposite us, soaking it in.

“I’m going to have to completely trust you for this to work. Can I do that?”

Emily looked like she was going to crumple at the mere thought that I wouldn’t have her complete trust. “Of course you can, Morton.”

“What about us?” Cassie asked.

I turned to them. “You’re going to be the backup crew.” I said. “Damon’s going to be Emily’s new Personal Assistant, while Cassie will be there as part of their group.”

I turned to the athletic blonde. “It’s very important that you and Emily get the story straight. The details are up to you, but the gist is that I broke free, took you with me under the influence of the scarab, then she rescued you when she captured me.”

“Easy enough.” She said. “All true up until the last part.”

“Okay, you two are here to discuss and work things out.” I said to the two beauties. “Damon and I are going to go out and scope things out at the site. I’m willing to bet that the others won’t recognize me any more than Emily did.”

“The only pictures of you are before the scarab did its work.” Emily added.

It certainly made me think, though even that made things even more confusing. I was already feeling anxiety about the fact that I was falling in love with a woman who was not only not my wife, but who was only attracted to me through some sort of mysterious object. The fact that she was cognizant of the scarab and its effects on me just threw a monkey-wrench into my fears and doubts. If she knew that it was the effect of the object, couldn’t she dismiss it? Was she still with me because of true feelings?

There was only one way to find out the answer to all of my questions, and it was wrapped up in a cloth in my jeans pocket. The scepter, whatever it was. Once all was said and done, would I be willing to hand it off to Emily, knowing that all potentially might be lost?

“Let’s roll, then.” Damon said, jarring me back to the present. I had no idea how long I’d been woolgathering.

“Brother, I don’t know how you can do what you’re doing.” Damon asked, after we’d been sitting silently in the parking lot of the too-nondescript office plaza. No markings, no signs, just a dotting of cars here and there in front of black-tinted glass doors.

“What’s that?” I asked, looking over at him as he buried his face in the burger wrapper, coming up with mayonnaise on his cheek.

“I mean…” The words came out garbled through the food, but still intelligible. “…I’d just be out fucking everything that moves.” He said, laughing a bit of tomato onto the dash that he cleaned off with a swipe of his finger.

I should have responded faster, but it triggered more thought about my position.

“Fuck, even the girl in the drive-thru would’ve been a keeper.”

Not that I didn’t agree, but I decided to open up to him. “It’s got its downsides, my friend.”

Damon laughed. “Only you could find a negative in any girl you meet wanting to either jump on your cock or jam it down her throat.”

“I’ll ask you your opinion after its happened to you.” I said, giving him a weary smile.

“And I’ll tell you game-on, brother.” He said, digging in for another bite.

I turned the key, firing up the engine. “I’ll ask you at your grandma’s birthday party.”

It wasn’t the reversing of the SUV that made him sputter and cough. Finally, he cleared his throat. “Still, it can’t be all that bad, can it. You’ll just figure out the whole ‘scepter’ thing, right?”

“Maybe.” I said. “It’s still an issue. I think I’m having feelings for Emily, and that’s causing some stress, I guess.”

“Shit, brother, Emily is…” He said, then turned. “…but you’re letting the ‘feels’ get in your way. Is she happy?”

I did take a moment to consider it. “Yeah, she seems to be.”

“Then what does it fucking matter?”

A valid point, but for some aching reason, it did matter.

“Where are we going, anyway?” Damon said, crumpling the wrapper and tossing it into the backseat. I gave him a withering look. “I’ll get it when we get out.”

I looked over at him. “We’re going to get some of this out of your system so you can focus on the job we have to do tomorrow.”

“How’s that?”

“Dude, just pick one.” I said, feeling the ever-present thump of the bass-line in my ears as the dancer onstage gave a surprisingly lively performance, given it was two in the afternoon on a weekday.

Damon looked around, grinning. “Like I’m supposed to be able to make up my mind here, M. It’s like the fucking Shangri-La of pussy. Maybe we should have just gone back to the burger place.”

“I’d have made you check her ID first.” I said, smiling.

“Yeah, you probably would have. Probably for the best.”

“Probably.” I grinned.

“It’s between Hannah and Missy.” He said, scratching his chin.

Damon was definitely a horn-dog. Honestly, I didn’t think any two dancers could have been further apart on the spectrum. Hannah had a classical dancer’s body. Hell, she could have been a ballerina. Missy was thick and juicy, all flowing curves and pillowy breasts. Both were completely gorgeous.

My own eyes had been on Sarah, our waitress. “Why don’t you go ahead and pick both, man? Make it easier on yourself.”

“Another round, sir?” Sarah asked, her slender fingers touching the back of my neck as she sidled up from behind us.

“One for me.” I said. “I think my friend here is going to disappear to the VIP room for a little while.

“Both?” Damon said, having waited for her to go, both of our eyes following that tight little ass as it headed to the bar.

“Think of it as a thank you gift.” I said, smiling, but he was already waving one of the girls over to the table.

“Private dance?” Hannah asked, but she was looking at me.”

“I’d like to hook my friend here up.” I said. “With you and another girl.”

“Yeah?” She said, a hint of a smile on her lips. She glanced around. “Which one?”

Hannah sat her pretty, bikinied ass down in Damon’s lap, to his obvious pleasure.

“Missy.” Damon croaked. He was apparently just realizing what was about to happen to him.

“Missy and I are…” She said, mostly to me. “…close. That’ll be fun. You going to do a dance later, stud?”

“I’ve got other plans, but it will make me very happy if you and your friend can show my buddy a good time.”

The smile remained, but I could see a little bit of disappointment on her pretty face. Catching Missy coming out from behind the curtain, though, she waved her over, standing Damon up by his hand before she even arrived.

“That’ll be eight-fifty, sir.” Sarah said, sneaking up on me again as I was watching my friend being walked away, sandwiched between a veritable booty-variety-pack.

I smiled, handing her a twenty. “Thanks, Sarah.”

She looked at me, lingering a bit. “You don’t want change?”

“What do you want, Sarah?” I asked.

There were a thousand things in her eyes all at once as I looked up at her. The pupils of her eyes were fluctuating, as if to the beat of an unheard drum. My drums. I wondered if somewhere, deep down inside, she was seeing the same vision that I had been seeing, both in my dreams and in moments when the hammering of my heart was particularly intense. The image of her, joining a sea of other supplicants, bowing before me.

“…break in a few minutes.”

My eyes focused again. “I’m sorry.” I said, gesturing to my ear as if I hadn’t been able to hear over the music.

“I’d much rather show you than tell you.” She repeated, saying it louder and putting more emphasis on the words. “I go on break in a few minutes.”

She was beautiful, and far more my style than any of the dancers, other than the likely occupied Hannah. “That sounds great, doll.” I said.

She gave me the biggest smile and leaned in to talk closer to my ear. I could feel the heat of her breath and smell something faintly sweet. “Just go up to VIP six in about five minutes. That’s where I take my breaks and they don’t mind if I lock the door for privacy.”

“Sure thing, love.” I said, noting her expression and everything else about her body language. She was happy and excited, and I could sense it oozing out of every pore. Was it such a bad thing? Could I use what the scarab had given me for more than what I had been? The next day’s plan would probably settle that once and for all.

She was cute and perfect, but my heart wasn’t really in it. Speckled hazel eyes gazed up at me longingly as my cock slid in and out of her tight pussy. She was on her back on the one piece of furniture in the VIP room, a dilapidated loveseat, her pixie-like legs stretched wide with her toes curled inward as I gave her what she seemed to be desiring.

“Do you hear drums?” I asked. It came out of nowhere.

She gave me a funny look. “Duh. From downstairs.”

I shook my head. “No, I mean, in your head.”

Her eyes closed briefly as I thrust hard into her. My cock was fully in the mood, even if my brain was distracted. “Maybe. Like a boom-boom-boom, but it’s probably just the music.”

“Say it for me.”

Again, the odd look.

“Tell me the beat.”

I knew that the conversation would have been the end of any normal sexual encounter, but I filed away the information regarding what she was willing to put up with to get what she wanted from me.

“It’s like…boom.” She closed her eyes as my cock drove into her. Her internal beat wasn’t going to the metronome of my shaft, but within thirty-seconds or so, they were in complete sync, though I wasn’t sure if she realized it.

“Boom-boom—boom-boom-boom.” She groaned, the words becoming more jumbled as I could feel her flesh start building up steam towards her release. At one point, the sounds just stopped.

“Oh.”

It started with just that one word, which was like a tentative warning of something to come, like an announcement that something was worth checking.

Boom-boom—boom-boom-boom. It echoed in my head and tapped out in the thrusting rhythm of my shaft as I buffeted the petite beauty’s body beneath me. She hadn’t made any more sounds past the initial caution; hell, I couldn’t even see her breathing. The only movement in her chest was caused by the shaking of her still-covered breasts from the pounding of my cock.

The vision came again, but it was just a vivid memory. Sarah was still below me in my eyes, but they were also seeing the other scene, the worship scene…the Dynasty scene.

Her hazel eyes had widened and her face was twisted with passion. I looked between her legs to watch my cock glistening as it travelled in and out and was surprised by its appearance. It took me a minute to start doubting my own eyes. It had grown, and it had grown dramatically. Sarah had pulled her knees up to each side of her head, letting me enter her deeper, pound into her nubile, young body harder than before with the monster that now dangled between my legs.

The pleading, wailing moan that erupted from her lips and lingered like a tornado siren would have completely shut down the me from before. It wasn’t a sound of pain, just a sound of desperation and longing, even as those needs were being fulfilled. The me from before was hypnotized by the drums, though. The incessant rhythm still drove my cock, drove my hand across her lips to stifle the sound as I hammered into her.

Sarah came in a gushing, quivering heap, her moan threatening to push my hand from her lips with the passion of it. Her juices splashed and squished between our bodies, and it went on and on for what seemed like an eternity. The drums were increasing in tempo, as was my level of exertion, but Sarah’s had decreased. The heaving of her chest became rapid and I removed my hand to allow her unrestricted breathing. The moan had ceased, and her eyelids were fluttering.

As the drums reached their crescendo, I unloaded into her tiny body, pumping over and over into her as I continued thrusting, driving my seed deep into her. Part of me knew that the scarab was getting exactly what it wanted. It was breeding her.

Collapsing on top of her, I heard her lips exhale the biggest sigh I’d ever heard. Her arms wrapped around my back as my head buried in the crook of her neck.

“Beautiful.”

It was the only word she uttered.

Chapter Eight

It felt like Deja vu as Emily led me out of the car, my head covered in a hood. This was it, the culmination of just a day of planning. Kane had thrown in some suggestions, but he wasn’t here. This was all up to us. I wondered about his involvement. He was the first, as far as I knew, and I was the only one he had willingly passed this power to. Was it simply out of pity, or was there more to it than that?

I heard a heavily-bolted door unlatching from the inside, then heard the metallic shriek as it opened.

“Does he have it?”

“I don’t think so.” Emily said. I could hear Damon’s breath at my side.

“He’s been cleared, right?”

“He’s my new PA.” She said. “Complete trust, as I require.”

Silence for a moment. “Your due diligence is always impeccable, Miss Vanker.” The voice said, as I finally started processing it. It was female and sounded distinctly older. “Bring him inside.”

I felt the knot being touched on the hood.

“No.” The voice said. “Leave it on until Raven gets here with the new fragment.”

Shit. Most of the plan revolved around me getting the hood off and the important fact that there were no power-cancelling scepter fragments in the mix.

The weightless feeling when I was pushed backwards terrified me, but was immediately quelled when I felt the cushions of the couch beneath me. My hands wedged in the back of the couch cushions as my weight sank in.

“Emily.” A voice said. Cassie. “It’s good to see you again, love.”

Pleasantries were exchanged, and discussion about me as if I wasn’t in the room. With the gag, I wouldn’t have been able to interject if I had wanted. I held on through hours, as more and more people came to the meeting, all female.

“No, I’ll just move him over.”

Cassie.

She didn’t say anything, but nudged me to move to the far side of the couch, ostensibly to make room for the most recent arrival. She shifted my weight with her hand on the bonds on my wrist and nudged them into the crease of the cushion as I achieved my new seat.

Almost immediately, my fingers lit on something cold and hard. Tracing it as I tried to concentrate on what the voices were saying, I felt the hinge. Prying it open between two fingers, I felt a sear of pain in my finger tip. It was a pocket knife.

As the unseen crew talked about my fate and waited for the mysterious Raven, I worked a slowly as possible to sever my bonds. It was taking forever. This hadn’t been something we’d discussed in planning, but I credited Cassie every bit for the ingenuity, given the dynamic changing with the thought of a scepter fragment arriving.

I heard the slight, metallic clink of a window blind being looked through.

“She’s here.” Said one of the unknown voices.

Right as the hum of conversation reignited, I felt the bonds finally give way. The hood was still loose from Cassie’s attempt to remove it, so I knew it all fell on me. After all the planning, I held all the cards.

A few minutes later, I heard the thunk of the locks again and bodies going out into the hallway I had arrived through.

In hindsight, it all seemed to take a lot longer than it actually had. The whole thing probably took less than two minutes, starting with me pulling the hood off over my head.

The first thing I saw were Emily’s eyes, but she quickly turned away after flashing to my right. I looked in the direction she had indicated, to a redhead sitting next to me. She looked completely startled as our eyes met. Almost instantly, I saw the drumbeat in her pupils as I pulled off the gag. Emily appeared to be blocking my movements, from all but one other woman sitting in a chair.

I pressed my finger to my lips right as my eyes met with hers and her mouth quickly closed. I repeated the gesture with the redhead.

At some point, an alarm rose and there was shouting from those I hadn’t yet connected with. It was actually a little humorous, because the stragglers realized quickly that their only recourse was to close their eyes; which didn’t really help them any.

Finally, I walked out into the corridor as Cassie restrained the others.

“Raven, I assume?” I said, smiling. Jet-black hair fell around her ample cleavage. Around forty, she had obviously had the best care that money could provide. She was exceptionally beautiful and Damon was holding her hands, bound behind her back.

I looked into her dark eyes. Nothing at all in them.

“All set?” Damon asked.

“Not yet.” I said. “She’s got something…”

I needed to get the scepter fragment from her in order to put her under the scarab’s spell, but something was stopping me. I quickly screwed my eyes shut.

“What the fuck, M?” Damon asked as I started frisking the gorgeous woman. I ripped open the front of her blouse, hearing buttons scattering down to the tile floor.

“Morton?”

Emily. The concern in her voice triggered my feelings for her as I manhandled the invisible breasts in front of me.

“Don’t look at her.” I said quickly.

“What?”

“Get her.” Raven said, casually. She started saying something else, but something cut off her words.

I’d found what I wanted, though. I peeled the fabric away with my fingers until I felt its ridged surface. A scepter fragment. I opened my eyes, which connected instantly with Raven’s.

“Settle down.”

I heard a loud crack behind me and turned, seeing Cassie going to the ground from a blow delivered by Emily. I could see the thump in her eyes, even from across the room.

I guess I trusted. That’s the only word I can put my finger on. I tossed the scepter fragment at her.

She caught it with one hand as she was preparing to rain down another blow on Cassie’s crumpled form.

Epilogue

Damon led the hooded woman into his own home. It was his last day of being normal and I hoped that I’d made the right decision. The stolen scarab had been on her, and it was currently in her pocket as he led her into the house.

The long and the short of it was that we had a decision to make. No one could interact with Raven unhooded without one of the two scepter fragments we held. I know I didn’t want to make the call and I figured we would all decide in the morning. Only I knew that it would be after Damon’s transformation.

“I’m so sorry, Cass.” Emily said, embracing her sister-in-law.

Cassie laughed. “Not your fault, hun, but I didn’t know you had it in you.” She said, running her hand over the knot on her head. “I’m going to go help Damon with Raven.”

Emily turned to me as the blonde left the room. Her eyes smiled as she approached, embracing me. “Morton, I have something I want to say…”

Enough. I pushed her back, gently. “I need it to wait, Em.” I said, my heart aching. I had decided that I wasn’t able to go on as things were.

“No.” She said, pushing back into me. “You’re not the boss of me, mister.”

Honestly, the first thing that came into my head was, ‘well, I am the boss of you, that’s the problem.’

It’s embarrassing how slowly it sank in, but then again, the day had been pretty intense.

“I’m going to say what I want to say, M.”

Those gorgeous eyes were dazzling and somehow even more loving than ever. She’d already started when I noticed what was missing in them.

“I’m glad you found me, Morton.” She said. “You were what I was looking for when I thought I was looking for something else.”

She kissed me, and it lingered as our lips took on a life of their own. It only stopped when she pulled back.

“I love you, Morton.”

Emily Vanker took my hand and turned it palm-up, curling it closed around the scepter fragment as she laid it there.