(Note: all characters are 18 and over)
Introduction
College student Grayson Nichols finds an unmarked package at his doorstep. Inside, a copper ornamental box contains a statue holding a small bowl. Instructions translate before his eyes and read:
Fill the bowl with sand and write a command.
The command must be legible.
Write as many commands in a day as you wish.
A person cannot be commanded more than once a day.
A person cannot be commanded for more than 137th of a day.
A person must be properly identified.
Now, Grayson suspects he's damned, but he intends to see how far he can bend the world to his will. Marcus Aurelius once said, "A man's worth is no greater than his ambitions." If that's true, Grayson may have the highest net worth on the planet.
Hampered only by an old injury at the hands of a bully, he fills the bowl with sand and starts writing.
Chapter 2
Amy stood beside his bed naked. She couldn't move except to glance worriedly down as Grayson Nichols cupped his hand over her pussy. He slid his fingers back and forth along her wet slit until she moaned. To say he savored the downfall of his stepsister was an understatement.
He looked down at his erection. "I'm sorry, Stepsis, I have to save my energy for a couple of girls in class."
She didn't answer but stifled a moan as the tip of his finger flicked her clit.
"I'm getting pretty good at knowing what does it for you, aren't I?"
After a moment, she said. "Yes."
"I'm going to be frank with you. Is that okay?"
"Yes." She was dripping wet, and her pussy began to fill the quiet room with its sound.
"Okay, good. I'm not going to force your body to do anything. Not if I don't have to."
Her eyes widened slightly, perhaps in hope. She said nothing just waited for him to continue.
He slid two fingers into her. "I want you to serve me. To be a good little slave."
The hope in her face faded. "I don't want..."
He cut her off. "What you want is irrelevant. How about I have you go suck the neighbor off? And trust me, it can get much worse than that."
"For how long?"
He let the slosh of her pussy linger before he responded. "Forever. But don't worry, I have big plans. And I won't have much need of your time. Perhaps we'll both benefit from my... upward trajectory."
He started moving his fingers faster right when he needed to. He was starting to know her body well. She couldn't stand still as an orgasm shook through her body.
She closed the door behind her, and he sat up. Pain exploded in his knee and hip. Though he was a young man, the injury his bully had given him would never go away. He limped to the bathroom, mostly sliding his foot. The mornings were particularly bad. A cane would help, but it was out of the question. He would steady himself even if it meant a fall now and again.
He got ready and looked in the mirror before heading out. "Today's a big day. I look pretty good if I don't say so myself."
He truly enjoyed the World Civilizations class. The classroom of seventeen would have the privilege to meet their new tyrant. Tiffany started showing up again. The poor girl seemed downtrodden. Well, she would learn to accept her place and eventually, as all people do, learn to enjoy it.
Professor Cruz stood, straightening her glasses. She wore a white blouse that hugged tight around her bosom. "Pirates. Not the
arr matey
ones you're used to, but the pirates of the Mediterranean who preseeded the Age of Sail."
Grayson checked the time. It was five minutes away from the event. But boredom became less and less of a problem.
Last night, he had brought the statue out, filled the bowl with sand, and wrote furiously. One command in particular had been wasted daily, but not this day.
Tiffany's skirt wasn't short, but she opened her legs enough to show her white panties plainly. Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open. She made eye contact with him and looked away.
Oh, Tiffany. You should have dropped the class. But here you are, under the control of my words. I didn't mean for Oliver and David to take advantage of you, but such is life.
Tiffany closed her eyes and grimaced. Her hand pulled her skirt higher and then reached to pull her panties aside. She masturbated and would continue to for the next ten minutes.
The time is nigh
.
Oliver and David barged in with smiles on their faces. They were three seconds too early. David opened a duffle bag.
Cruz swung angrily and pointed a finger. She looked about to yell at them for interrupting her class, but the command settled on her, and she slackened. Her hand dropped to her side. "Meet the pirate crew. They will help us do a reenactment." She shuffled through the papers on her desk until she found the paper Grayson had handed in.
Tiffany caught a few eyes now. Two guys and a girl stared back at her ambitious fingering. Guys tapped on each other's shoulders, pointing to the display.
Grayson felt his dick stiffening.
