Words in Sand

(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 3

The door came open. A voice muttered, "I thought there was a class. Why's the door locked?" In stepped the janitor.

No matter how carefully you plan a situation, it can all come tumbling down when the unexpected turns up. Perhaps the law would see Professor Cuz as most culpable, but actions such as these do not go unpunished. A room of naked college girls being abused would make headlines, and the public would want blood. Everyone knew it. The guys looked at him worriedly. The girls called from their gags for the janitor to help them.

Oh, I fucked up. Yet here is where I can prove myself as a leader

.

The janitor leaned a mop against the wall and stepped forward. "What the hell is going on here?"

Grayson sighed, pulled himself from Malisa, zipped, and hobbled over to the janitor. "This looks bad, I'm sure. But colleges have introduced some radical elements to the curriculum."

"Do I look stupid?"

"Of course not. Before you go and spill the beans, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"What do you think of Professor Cruz?"

The janitor studied Cruz, who lay on her stomach bent over a desk. "The other day, I took the garbage bag out of the trashcan, and she threw her lunch into the can. I had to spray it out. She's kind of a bitch."

"What is your name?"

"Mike."

"Mike, don't take this as an insult. I sympathize. Life has insulted me for a good decade. I have a withered leg and chronic pain. But you are what, in your mid-forties? And you clean up after the privileged brats who don't even see you when you pass them. She doesn't see you either," Grayson pointed to Cruz. "What I'm doing here is just the start. Follow me, and when I mold a new reality, you will have a place in it. Look around this room. I did this with but a few words."

Mike took in the naked bodies. "This is crazy."

"Take Professor Cruz now. Do whatever you want with her. I give her to you as a gift. As your toy."

Mike licked his lips as he stared at her. He moved forward and bent down to steady everything visible from her compromised position. "Fuck this job. Maybe I get locked up after this, but Imma ruin that pussy."

Yes. Why didn't I already bring college staff on board? I need to move faster. Who knows when the demon will tire of my diddling? I've been procrastinating

.

Make rained down a flurry of slaps on Cruz's ass. He didn't mean them to be teasing or sensual. No, these were meant to cause pain. She howled into the gag.

Let that be a lesson

.

If you hurt someone's pride or treat them disrespectfully, you've made a true enemy whether you meant to or not

.

Many eyes turned sympathetic as tears ran down Cruz's cheeks. But a few looked at the scene with delight. Some fire, perhaps they were unaware that it lurked inside them, stoked hot and bright.

Finally, Mike inserted himself and thrust so hard that Cruz rocked back and forth with the desk legs teeter-tottering.

Grayson examined the row of girls and said. "Take a good look at your professor. I consider that gentle. It could be much worse. If you try to get any of us in trouble, I will make you a promise. You will be broken."

Sarah's thin body shook like a leaf.

"Don't worry, Sarah. What if I allowed you to join me? I only made the threat because I want everyone to know my boundaries." He noticed that she was one of the last not yet defiled. "In fact, un-gag her and let her sit this one out. I want a chat with her after this."

They followed his order, and she sat naked and quiet at her desk.

Grayson returned to Malisa, and she opened her legs voluntarily. He smacked her wet pussy with his dick a few times and rammed in. "Take Malisa's gag off too."

They did, and her big brown eyes held him as he thrust.

He felt the buildup and had to slow his pace. "You're enjoying this. Would

you

join me if I asked?"

She moaned as he pushed hard a few times to emphasize the question. "If you let no one else take me like this, then yes."

"Why?"

She grunted as she spoke. "Because I don't want to get fucked by a bunch of pricks. And I don't know where you got your power, but I'd rather be with it than against it."

He pulled he from the desk and came in her mouth in spurts. "Then I have work for you. Something very important."

Grayson would need to leave early to give himself time to limp away.

Mike stopped him."My man, I want more of this. What do you have planned now?"

Grayson twisted his head till his neck cracked. "Give David your number. We'll be in touch soon." He turned to Sarah. "Sarah, come with me. I want to have a chat."

She pulled on her clothing and followed him to his beater car.

He tried to smile at her, but it felt like a leer as he limped to the passenger door. "Could you drive? Thank you. I'm in a bit of agony."

She nodded and drove under his direction.

"You know, I saw you checking out the other girls."

"Yes, I like them."

"That's one way to put it. You want to fuck them."

She didn't deny it. They pulled into his driveway. As usual, his stepfather's car was gone. They entered the living room.

He pointed to the couch. "Could you wait here a moment? Gotta tidy up the room. It would be embarrassing for you to see it."

"Sure."

He sidestepped slowly up the stairs. Amy's music drifted down the hallway. He closed the bedroom door behind him and grunted as he bent to reach under his bed for the box. He needed to find a better place for the statue. He filled the bowl with sand and wrote for Amy to obey him in five minutes if he snapped his fingers.

A voice said his name like the wind-blown autumn leaves slithering on the ground. It came from the fractured mirror above his dresser. He looked in, and his splintered face looked back. Then he saw a shadow. It said, "Empathy."

It was just a word, he thought he understood its meaning. "Oh no, I have none of that. I'm dealing with people. Have you heard of Machiavelli? A leader must appear good, at least relative to his followers. But I have no sympathy. Any that I had was taken from me long ago. Your magic's a foundation, but if I'm going to have an impact, I will need to build on it."

The shadow vanished.

He opened his door again. Well, had Sarah fled in his absence. He wouldn't blame her. "Sarah, you can come up now."

She walked up the stairs and sat on his bed.

"Take off your clothes."

She looked down dejectedly. "You're going to fuck me?"

"No. Take them off quickly. I'm on a schedule." He yelled for his step-sister.

Amy peeked in, and her eyes widened. "Shouldn't I leave you two alone?"

Grayson ushered her in. "Strip."

Amy hesitated, but she knew better. Rarely did he have to control her nowadays. She pulled her top over her head and unfastened her bra. Sarah's eyes wandered over the pale blonde beauty. Amy pulled her shorts and panties down in one motion.

"Come closer." He pinched her nipples to get them hard. They were almost the same color as her skin, one fading into the other. They soon stuck out. Then he played with her pussy until it wettened. Then he said, "Amy, eat Sarah out."

Amy looked horrified. She didn't say anything for a moment, but finally. "Grayson, no. I don't want to."

He snapped his fingers. "Do it, and do it well."

Amy pushed Sarah flat on the bed and knelt at the edge. Amy kissed Sarah's thighs and teased until she flicked her tongue along Sarah's pussy lips.

Sarah gasped.

He still had many plans for Amy. He could do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted, but he wanted her to have hope. They hadn't done any more than suck and finger. Already, she treated him kindly. He even thought she genuinely liked him now, which was odd. Did Stockholm syndrome happen this quickly? Or was there just something innately attractive about power?

Amy spread the pussy lips and delved in with her tongue. Sarah's breath came quick, her small breasts heaving.

He absently played with Sarah's tit. It was very firm. "Sarah, can I count on your loyalty?"

Sarah's mouth was open. She panted and moved her hips. "What?"

"I said, I count on your loyalty?"

"God, yes."

"Good. Welcome aboard."

Sarah orgasmed in shaking waves.

Later, when Grayson was alone in his room again, he scribbled furiously in the sand.

The time had come to move up in the world.

The college would need to be his. Not a single classroom, but the whole damn place. And he needed money. It was time to move out. He needed a good safe to store the statue in. He thought while he issued commands. He researched the names of those with the means to prop him up. Oh, this wasn't a plan. This was a grand design.