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Authors name: The Synthetic Divine (syntheticdivine@aol.com)
Story title : Cycle of Corruption - 1

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Cycle of Corruption - 1
by The Synthetic Divine (syntheticdivine@aol.com)

***

Rick is a normal guy. Until one night he's caught up in 
a ritual that ends up getting him killed. But did it? 
The next thing he knows, he's continuously awaking to 
relive the same day over and over again. And suddenly 
he finds himself facing the most corrupting force of 
all. Absolute freedom, with no fear of consequence. 
(MF, inc, nc, rp, mc)

***

AUTHOR NOTES:

I don't often write sex stories. Usually I focus on 
trying to write real books, but it's an endeavor I 
haven't been too successful in as of yet. I'll 
occasionally write sex stories, but most of them never 
see the light of day. This one though, I'll offer up 
for your reading pleasure. At the moment, it's only a 
part of a potentially larger work. If eventually 
completed, there should be 4 parts in all. How long it 
might take me to write the second and later parts 
though is unsure. 

If you like this first part, be sure to E-Mail me and 
say so, the more feedback I get, the more likely I'll 
be to write the later parts, and at a faster pace. 
Constructive criticism is welcome, but try to make sure 
it's constructive ((which means that if you're going to 
tell me you hate it, at least try and mention how you 
think it could be improved. Also, don't give me the 
sick/depraved or the Christianity rants. In actuality 
I'm a sociopath, and I honestly don't care. Now, to 
offer fair warning... 

This story will contain incest, rape, a cheating-wife, 
mind control, sex among minors, and the beginning of 
the descent of a mind into depravity. If any of these 
things offend you, it's probably best if you *don't* 
bother to read any further. Later parts will likely 
include some of the above, potentially murder and/or 
torture, and a number of other interesting things. This 
first part also has more story build-up. There are 
instances of sex, but not as many as would be in later 
parts. 

On a final note, for those of you who do wish to 
contact me, I can be reached at - 
SyntheticDivine@aol.com - without the -'s, but be sure 
to put "The Cycle of Corruption" in the subject, or 
I'll likely delete it as spam. Now on to the first 
part, which I entitle "Acid Bath".)

***

The Cycle Of Corruption: Acid Bath
Written by The Synthetic Divine


Rick woke with a start. He could feel adrenaline 
pounding through his system, and he had the feeling 
like he'd just woken from some horrible nightmare but 
he couldn't seem to remember what it was about. 
Generally he could recall his dreams at least somewhat 
for the first few minutes after waking but, now, 
nothing. Oh well, it wasn't really important. Glancing 
sideways at a clock, which read 6:32, he grumbled to 
himself before flinging the covers off him. He was 
naked, he often slept that way, leaving the door locked 
so as not to be disturbed. So long as he regularly got 
up on time in the morning, his mom didn't seem to mind.

Rolling to the edge of the bed and swinging his legs 
over the edge, Rick yawned as he got up, taking the 
time to stretch for a minute before ambling off toward 
the bathroom that connected to his room. Reaching out 
to flip the light switch on as he crossed the 
threshold, he had to quickly reach up to shield his 
eyes for a moment as his vision readjusted to the 
light. T

Stifling another yawn, he crossed over to the mirror to 
peer at himself. He looked a bit rumpled, but otherwise 
fine. Wavy dark brown hair, almost black in color, 
hanging unbrushed over his forehead. Blue eyes of a 
shade he'd never found a matching name for, not too 
dark, not too light, stared back at him. Lithe body, 
about 5'10", lightly muscled but not overly so, smooth 
chest with extremely little hair, flat stomach, nice 
enough cock, which would reach about 9" long and around 
2 and 1/2" thick when hard, but unfortunately had never 
gotten any usage that didn't involve his hand. He 
supposed he looked alright, fairly good-looking but not 
very much so. Girls seemed to generally think of him as 
a bit better then that, but then, what did they know? 
No better judge for his own appearance then himself.

Reaching up to scratch a sudden itch along the side of 
his neck, Rick started going about his usual morning 
business. A quick shower, brushing his teeth, shaving, 
deodorant, and so forth. As he finally left the 
bathroom to head over to his closet, he once more 
pondered the nightmare he couldn't remember. For some 
reason he felt there was something about it that was 
important. Something he should know, but for the life 
of him he couldn't figure out what it was. 

Eventually he just shrugged to himself, grabbed an 
outfit, and spent some time tossing his clothes on. 
Returning to the bathroom, he took a few minutes to 
brush his hair, apply the slightest amount of cologne, 
and then he was off. He was able to grab his wallet and 
car keys off a desk, and his bag off a chair without 
even breaking stride as he went by.

For 17, Rick was pretty smart, so school generally 
didn't pose much trouble, aside from being extremely 
boring, and providing absolutely pointless homework. 
Otherwise though, he supposed there could be worse uses 
for his time, although it was hard to think of any off-
hand. On the other hand, it did provide him with a 
chance to see his girlfriend every day, whether they 
had a date scheduled or not. Rachel was pretty cute, 
with red-hair and a light spatter of freckles over her 
face. Slim, with 34C tits and a nice ass, she was 
probably better then he deserved, but she seemed to 
like him well enough. 

She had an innocent look to her that seemed to draw him 
to her more somehow, he couldn't explain exactly what 
it was. They'd been going together for about 7 months, 
but they hadn't had sex. She said she was a virgin, and 
he believed her. She'd never had to give an excuse as 
to why they hadn't screwed yet though, he hadn't asked 
for one. When she'd made her desire to wait clear, he'd 
let her know that that was fine with him, and it was. 
Sex wasn't really as important to him as it was to most 
guys. Oh sure, he'd like to have it, but it wasn't the 
be-all end-all of dating. It wasn't some goal that the 
entire relationship should revolve around.

Opening the door to his room and striding out and down 
the hall towards the kitchen, Rick pondered his plans 
for the day. To be frank, he didn't have any. It was a 
Tuesday, and his next date with Rachel wasn't until 
Thursday. Oh well, though, he figured he'd find 
something to do. Stepping into the room, he could see 
his mom and sister sitting at the table, eating cereal. 
His dad had probably already left for work. A lucky 
man, his dad. Rick's mom was a knockout. 

At 37, she still had a great body, firm 36D breasts 
that could often be distracting when she wore 
comfortable clothing around the house on the weekends. 
Her hair was naturally black, but she regularly had it 
dyed blonde. Her eyes were a much deeper, darker blue 
then Rick's. And to top it all off she had a gorgeous 
face to go with it. She was a couple inches shorter 
then him, but she tended to carry herself as if she was 
taller then she was.

Even his sister was great looking. Jenny had light 
mousy brown hair more like their dad's, cut short but 
not too short. Very cute if not beautiful face with 
deep brown eyes. Rick had never gotten a look at any of 
her bras, and he'd sure as hell never asked her their 
size, but he figured she was a B cup at a guess. At 15, 
she was only about 5'2", but already she could turn 
heads at times, despite possessing an even more 
innocent look to her then Rachel.

"Mom, Jen." He greeted them as he grabbed a seat, not 
really finding himself hungry and so dropping his bag 
nearby and just leaning back in his chair.

"Rick, handsome as always." His mom told him, offering 
him a teasing grin. "Want some?" She asked, gesturing 
towards the cereal box.

"Nah, don't really feel like eating, mom." He told her, 
just sighing as he let his eyes fall shut, figuring on 
enjoying his last few moments of rest before another 
boring day at school.

"You're driving me today." His sister informed him 
between bites. Rick groaned softly before opening his 
eyes to look over at his mom, who just smiled wryly and 
looked back with one eyebrow arched.

"Alright, alright." He finally conceded. He had agreed 
the day before to drive his sister to their school for 
the rest of the week so, he supposed he had to live up 
to it. Waiting as patiently as he could for his sister 
to finish, Rick kept one eye on the clock as the 
minutes passed, until his sister finally drained the 
last of the milk, and stood to carry the bowl over to 
the sink. 

Rick stole a couple glances at her ass through her 
skirt as she walked, but managed to keep it pretty 
subtle. His sister had been worth looking at for the 
past couple years, but he had to be careful about doing 
it. His mom was busy rummaging through her purse, so 
she didn't notice. Finally Rick announced, "Ready?" as 
his sister turned away from the sink.

When she nodded, Rick rose, grabbing his bag, and then 
walking over to his mom to deliver a light kiss to the 
top of her head before heading off towards Jenny, 
saying over his shoulder. "See you later, Mom."

"Alright, honey, I'll see you both tonight." The words 
followed him as he turned the corner to the front door, 
his sister following in his wake, and opening it, he 
stepped out towards his car.

***

The car ride was uneventful. His sister seemed somewhat 
interested in talking, but Rick kept the radio on the 
whole time, and rather then try to talk over it she 
finally seemed to give up and sink into her seat. The 
day had passed just as uneventfully so far, Rick was 
sitting in his third period Trig class watching the 
final few seconds tick off the clock. When the bell 
finally rang, he quickly jotted down the last-minute 
homework assignment the teacher gave, stuffed his notes 
and book into his bag, and rose to leave. 

He was just about to walk towards the door, when a hand 
grabbed his arm. Spinning around, Rick found himself 
facing Leon, a dark-haired guy a couple inches shorter 
then him. Rick and he had never really spoken much over 
the years they'd spent in school together, but then 
Leon didn't talk to anyone much. He'd always just 
seemed like a really shy sort of guy, but lately his 
dark green eyes had taken on this sort of weird cast 
that disturbed Rick in a way he couldn't really 
describe. He generally tried to avoid the guy when he 
could, but obviously he didn't have much choice this 
time. 

"What do you want?" he asked, just staring down at the 
hand on his arm.

Leon lightly released his grip as a grin spread over 
his face. "I have something you want." He said simply, 
before reaching into one pocket to pull out a colorful 
and intricately worked amulet that hung on a necklace 
chain. It was a beautiful item, and the colors seemed 
to draw the eye every time it moved. And Leon was 
right. It was something Rick wanted quite a bit. It was 
made by a local woman who ran an oddities shop but did 
some crafting and metalwork on the side. There were 
about eight copies of that particular amulet in 
existence. 

A friend of Rachel's had gotten one and Rachel had been 
taken with it. She'd wistfully told him later about how 
beautiful she'd thought it was, and not long later Rick 
had decided on trying to find one for her as a surprise 
gift. But when he went to the shop the woman ran, she 
told him there were only eight of them, and that they 
were all sold. 

He asked if she could make another one for him, but no 
matter how much money he offered her, she refused. When 
he finally got frustrated and asked why, she told him 
he'd get one soon enough, and it wouldn't be from her. 
She wouldn't talk to him any more after that, so he'd 
finally just given up and left, thinking she was crazy 
and mostly giving up on the gift idea.

But, here was Leon holding one of the exact items he 
wanted. It struck him as strange for a moment as he 
remembered the woman's prediction, but then it occurred 
to him that she'd probably just known Leon had wanted 
to sell one, or some such, so she'd contacted him and 
told him there was someone interested in buying. He 
didn't know why she hadn't just told him though, it 
would've saved a lot of time and effort if he'd just 
contacted Leon himself. "You do want this, right?" Leon 
finally asked, drawing him out of his reverie.

"Yeah." He said, slowly at first, but then more 
confidently as he regained his focus. "Yeah. How much 
do you want for it?" he asked, already reaching back 
for his wallet.

"I'd be willing to let it go for $20, but there's a 
couple conditions." Leon informed him, tucking the 
amulet back in his pocket and waving Rick's hand away 
when he spotted the wallet. Rick was immediately 
suspicious, but it was partially offset by the 
extremely low price on the amulet, since he'd ended up 
offering the woman over three hundred before finally 
giving up.

"Oh yeah? Like what?" Rick asked, finally putting his 
wallet back in his pocket when Leon waved again.

"Come here tonight at ten o'clock. There's something I 
want to talk to you about. I just want fifteen minutes 
of your time. Then you can give me the money, and the 
amulet is yours." Leon said, folding his arms over his 
chest.

"You're kidding, right? What could you possibly need me 
to come back here at that time of night to talk about? 
It sounds extremely... Fishy." He finished, unable to 
come up with a better word to describe it.

"Look, I don't want anything weird, I promise. And I'm 
not trying to trick you or anything, you have my word 
on that. But there is something important I need to 
tell you. Like I said, it's only fifteen minutes of 
your time. But if you don't want to do it, that's fine, 
I wouldn't mind keeping this, either." Leon told him, 
unfolding his arms to lightly pat his pocket with one 
hand. "It's your choice, and you'd better make it 
quick, 'cause the bell will be ringing any time now."

Leon had put him on the spot, and he was sure the guy 
knew it too. Rick quickly went into thinking-mode. As 
swiftly as he could, he weighed everything out in his 
mind, considering all the possibilities he could think 
of, and finally decided it was worth it. He didn't 
really think Leon would be willing to try anything 
dangerous. "Alright, fine, where do you want to meet?"

"Great. Just show up at the parking lot at ten, and 
you'll see the meeting place, I guarantee it." Leon 
told him, flashing a quick grin before suddenly darting 
through the door and out into the hall before he could 
reply.

***

It was about 5:00, and Rick was just sitting around his 
house, bored. He couldn't seem to manage to get his 
mind on anything long enough to do it, because in the 
end he'd end up thinking about the meeting that night. 
Half the time it was to worry that maybe Leon had 
planned something dangerous after all, and the other 
half was to plan how he was going to give the amulet to 
Rachel after he managed to get it. The thought of 
Rachel gave him the sudden urge to call her so, heading 
over to the phone, he picked it up and punched in her 
number.

"Hello?" Her voice came through.

"Hey Rachel, it's me. Is everything ok? You sound out 
of breath." And it was true, she did.

"Yeah, everything's fine. I just got back in from 
jogging is all." She told him. She was a regular 
jogger, and had even managed to talk him into doing it 
with her a few times in the past. "Why, what's up?"

"Nothing much. I was just making sure you didn't want 
to do something later or anything." He told her.

"Nah, I've got a project I've got to finish up." She 
told him, before there was a sudden squeal on the other 
end. "Damnit, I stubbed my toe!" She exclaimed, making 
a few more whimpering noises, and he could hear her 
hopping around on the other end. "Why, was there 
something you wanted to do tonight?" She finally got 
out.

"Not really. My mom just needed me to help her with 
something, so I was just making sure it wasn't going to 
cause a problem or anything." He lied. "I'll let you go 
ice that toe. Talk to you later, Rachel."

"Alright, later Rick." She said, issuing one last 
whimper before the click of a disconnection sounded.

Sighing to himself, Rick ambled back over to his chair 
and dropped into it, resigning himself on waiting. He'd 
dropped his sister off at the mall, where his mom was 
supposed to pick her up. At least when they got back he 
might be able to distract himself for awhile so time 
could pass.

***

It was a couple minutes before ten when he pulled into 
the school parking lot. There was only one other car 
there, which he was able to identify as indeed being 
Leon's, but he didn't see the other boy anywhere. 
Climbing out of his car, he saw a light suddenly go on 
inside the school. He thought it was the teacher's back 
office from his Trig class, but he couldn't be sure. 

For a moment he just stared at the light, which seemed 
to be coming through curtains, wondering if it was some 
late janitor, when suddenly the light flickered on and 
off a few times before finally settling on again. 
"You've gotta be kidding me." Rick muttered to himself, 
taking one last glance around the parking lot and still 
not seeing Leon anywhere.

Waiting a moment more, and pondering the situation the 
whole time, he finally gave in and jogged over to the 
front door of the school, which, on trying, he found to 
be unlocked. He figured that was enough of a sign that 
he was right in his assumption so he pushed through, 
catching a light suddenly flicker from down one side 
hallway. It was en-route to the room he'd seen the 
light in earlier, but it was far enough from the room 
that none of its light should've reached it. It was 
strange enough to cause him to pause for a few more 
seconds, but finally he took off towards the hallway. 
As soon as he entered it though, there was a flicker of 
light from the end of the hallway, at the place where 
it split in two directions. The light came from the 
right path, which was again en-route to the room in 
question. It was enough to slightly freak him out, but 
he'd already committed himself and so he continued on.

The flickering lights continued, almost like a guiding 
beacon, pointing out each hall he should take as soon 
as the hall came within viewing range. Finally he wound 
up in front of the door to the Trig class, a faint 
light visible underneath the door. Trying the doorknob, 
he found it unlocked, so, pushing it open, he stepped 
inside. The classroom was mostly dark except for a much 
brighter light from under the door to the office. 

"Leon, is that you?" Rick called out, already heading 
across the room towards the office door. Once more he 
found an unlocked knob, and once more he opened the 
door, but as soon as he did, the light went off. Before 
he could react, he was suddenly shoved from behind. 
Stumbling forward in near-total darkness, he heard the 
door suddenly slam behind him. That was when the red 
glow suddenly illuminated the room, just enough to see. 
Rick couldn't pinpoint the source of the light, but he 
could now see what awaited him.

Across the room, Leon stood near the window, watching 
him, a grim look on his face. Glancing behind him, Rick 
spotted another guy from their Trig class named Max 
standing in front of the now closed door, blocking his 
route to it. On the floor in front of him, in the 
center of the room, was an oddly shaped drawing of some 
kind of symbol, with lots of smaller symbols drawn 
inside it. 

Suddenly Leon's left hand rose so that the palm was 
facing him, and Rick heard a whisper of speech, though 
he couldn't make out the words, but he suddenly found 
himself bouncing forward, inside the symbol. He said 
bouncing because it felt like a tightened spring that 
he was attached to, had just been loosed, or like he 
had run into a cushion of air that had gone with his 
momentum for a second before tossing him back. And 
indeed, he found that wherever he tried to move now, 
there was some force propelling him back inwards, he 
couldn't seem to leave the confines of the symbol.

Behind him, he saw Max lift one hand, again with palm 
facing him, and when he did Leon lowered his. "Rick, 
glad you came. Unfortunately, I'm sure you realize by 
now that things aren't turning out as you hoped." Leon 
told him, his eyes looking even weirder in the red 
light, a grin spreading over the boy's face. 

"Truly though, we don't mean you harm. Whether or not 
you'll be hurt by this is completely up to you... We 
simply want to try a little experiment on you." Leon 
told him. Rick opened his mouth to reply but when he 
did Leon made a short curt gesture and Rick suddenly 
found his mouth closed tight, and he couldn't open it 
no matter how much he struggled.

"No, no, no. No interrupting now, it's rude." Leon told 
him, beginning to pace idly back and forth in front of 
the window, more as if in thought then in nervousness 
as he spoke. "I'm sure this all looks very Satanic, and 
you must think we're trying some sort of magic ritual 
or some garbage like that. And I'm here to reassure you 
that... Well... That's only part right. You see, it has 
nothing to do with the worship of any mythical deity. 
And magic, well.. I suppose it depends on how you 
define magic. You see, for a long time now I've studied 
Ki, or Chi as the Chinese refer to it. It's a person's 
life energy, or spiritual energy, or.. Well there are a 
lot of ways to define it, but it's easier to simply 
understand that it just is. It is the power of the 
self. Channeled by the mind, if the mind is focused 
enough to use it. It's all a matter of will, and focus. 
It doesn't require effort, only belief." Leon said, 
pausing for a moment as if considering what to say 
next.

"Even normal people who understand the use of Ki can do 
what many would consider some pretty impressive, even 
amazing, things. Funny how so few people know about it, 
but then Western Society never put much stock into that 
sort of thing. But if you were to research it, I assure 
you, you'd learn that it can be effectively used to do 
things that don't seem to totally make sense according 
to 'common' knowledge. It's mind over matter, if you 
will. But it's so much more then that, really. Even 
those who believe they have mastered its usage are 
really only scraping the surface. In this day and age 
people have forgotten the true power of Ki. Oh, I'm 
sure a rare few still remember, but those who do don't 
share the knowledge, with good reason.

"I studied and practiced it for a long time without 
truly understanding. But then I discovered the truth. 
It comes at a moment when absolute clarity of the mind 
is achieved. Absolute purity. Where no thought exists 
within your mind, but yet absolute focus and relaxation 
is still maintained, that's when you can begin to see 
the energy that lays in everything else. And once you 
see it, you find you can begin to manipulate it as 
easily as your own. Far more easily in fact. And once 
you know how to see it, it doesn't take much to achieve 
the vision again, the absolute clarity of mind need not 
be maintained. I obtained it, you see. And then with 
time, and a great bit of my help, Max here was able to 
attain it as well. He too had studied Ki for some time, 
but I doubt he would have stumbled on my discovery 
without help. And well..." Leon paused once more, 
halting his pacing and turning to face Rick with a 
grin, spreading his arms open.

"You can say it's the source of all magic. Or what 
people would call magic, the things we can do now. 
Effect the enviroment around us, alter things, change 
things. Yet not everything can be done with ease. 
That's what the symbols, chanting, and sometimes 
gestures are for, you see. It's not a matter of power, 
as legend would dictate. It's simply a matter of 
altering the enviroment. Whether with movement, sound, 
or by changing it in some way, such as drawing a 
particular image or something, you alter the energy of 
the surrounding enviroment. Even the slightest of 
things can effect the energy in some way. And the 
energy must sometimes be in a particular form for a 
curtained desired result to be obtained... But, really, 
I'm babbling I suppose. You don't really need to know 
all this it's just... Exciting, don't you think?" Leon 
asked, his grin broadening. "And I have no one to tell 
it all to."

"Now, I'm sure you're wondering how all this involves 
you, and, well, that's where the experiment comes in. 
You see, we want to study the psychology of humans, and 
how they will react to... Certain stimuli. So, after 
studying the minds of several possible choices, we 
settled on you as a test subject. Now, admittedly, this 
experiment could damage you quite a bit. It's all up to 
you. All up to how you react, and how smart you are. 
Play it right, and the way out of the experiment is 
quite easy to find. Do that and you succeed. If you 
don't, well.. The result will be unpleasant to say the 
least." Leon said, taking a few long breaths, almost 
seeming to tremble with excitement. "Now, I'd ask for 
questions at this point, except, I'm not going to 
answer any, so.. Let's get started, shall we?" He 
asked, and then the world suddenly seemed to rock on 
its hinges.

At least, that's what it seemed like to Rick. The world 
suddenly seemed to be spinning. Faintly, almost far 
off, he could hear a soft rhythmic chanting. Two 
voices, perfectly in synch with each other, both 
repeating words he couldn't understand. The red glow 
around him in the room seemed to intensify, and 
suddenly it felt like he was breathing it in. It almost 
seemed substantial, like it was clogging his nose, his 
throat, making it hard to breathe, and giving him the 
sensation like there was a thick slimy substance in his 
airways. 

A surge of nausea overtook him, and he felt his legs 
give out beneath him but something seemed to be holding 
him up. He couldn't tell what it was though, as the 
world continued to rock and spin around him. There was 
a dizziness mixed with the nausea, and he felt like 
throwing up, but nothing seemed to get past the thick 
substance in his throat, and he couldn't open his mouth 
anyways. 

The red glow continued to get thicker and thicker, 
until he could barely see through it, though images 
seemed to be flashing in its depths. Suddenly there was 
a searing pain in his forehead, like someone had just 
taken a branding iron and pressed it against his brain. 
And then suddenly everything was still.

Immediately he collapsed to the floor, his dizziness 
increasing even more with the world's sudden halt in 
it's spinning, but quickly he began to recover, the 
nausea seeming to fade as quickly as it came, the 
substance just vanishing from his throat. He found he 
could open his mouth again too, but when he tried to 
speak, his voice came out hoarse. "What... What..." He 
mumbled, trying to get out more, when suddenly a voice 
stopped him.

"I guess you passed. No questions now. We're letting 
you go. I suggest you run, before we change our minds." 
Leon told him, and when Rick glanced up he could see 
the boy standing over him, still grinning. Rick tried 
to scramble to his feet, but it took a couple tries, 
and it was only on the second one that he noticed the 
symbol on the floor was gone. Vanished as much as 
everything else, as if there had never been one. It was 
only then, as his mind started to truly clear, that he 
noticed how bright it was in the room, and he realized 
the overhead light had been turned on... Or maybe it 
had never been turned off, he wasn't sure anymore. 
"Run." Leon repeated as Rick finally managed to get to 
his feet, reaching out to give him a shove towards the 
door.

After what he'd just experienced, Rick didn't need to 
be told twice. In seconds he was out of the office, out 
of the classroom, and barreling down the hallways 
towards the closest exit, which wasn't the one he'd 
come in through, but at least would take him out of 
that god forsaken building. 

It was only after he'd passed through the doors, and 
was drinking in the cool night air with deep hurried 
breaths that he finally slowed just the slightest bit. 
But he still had no intention of stopping to think 
about any of what happened until he was away from the 
place altogether. He was racing around the building, 
towards the parking lot, when he heard the screech of 
tires behind him. When he spun to look behind him, he 
was already too late. 

The car barreled off the road and onto the sidewalk at 
high speed, and he could feel the contact as it 
suddenly slammed into him. There was a sickening 
crunch, and he felt almost as if he was flying for a 
few seconds before he slammed into the ground, but 
there was no pain. He didn't feel anything, just this 
icy liquid feeling in his guts. This cold stabbing 
sensation that wasn't quite pain. And a sudden 
wooziness. It was only just before he blacked out that 
he saw enough of the car to realize it wasn't Leon's or 
Max's. In fact he didn't recognize it at all. His last 
thought before he faded into the darkness was to wonder 
who had hit him.

***

Rick drifted. He felt like he was dreaming. He could 
vaguely see a faint red glow around him, but it was 
hard to make out. In the distance, he caught bits and 
pieces of conversation that seemed to be spoken at a 
very soft whisper, he had to strain to hear any of it.

"Do you... He realizes?.... Only...." He heard, the 
voice seeming to fade in and out of his hearing, so 
that he was unable to catch entire sentences at a time.
"No.... Yet, not until..... Again..." A second voice 
was replying, but before Rick could make out anything 
more, there was a sudden spinning sensation all around 
him, and then a sharp yank.

***

Rick woke with a start. He could feel the adrenaline 
pounding through his system, and within a couple 
seconds the memories came flooding back in a rush. 
Leon, Max, the room, the ritual of some sort. Getting 
hit by the car. There was something after that, some 
small thing that he felt like he should remember, but 
it was like the beginning's of a nightmare that floated 
just out of reach of his memory. 

Quickly throwing the covers off his body though, Rick 
surveyed his nude form. The lower half of his body was 
entirely intact and undamaged, he didn't have so much 
as a scratch on him. Breathing in a deep sigh of 
relief, Rick reached up to softly run his fingers 
through his hair. "Just a dream." He muttered, unable 
to help but smile from the pure relief he was feeling.

Finally opening his eyes and glancing to one side, Rick 
noted the time on the clock as 6:33. He almost started 
whistling to himself as he hopped out of bed, going 
about his morning routine with the same steadfastness 
he always did, before finally heading out and down the 
hall towards the kitchen, bag in hand. As he reached 
it, he spotted his mom and sister sitting at the table, 
eating cereal like any other morning. Smiling to 
himself, he walked over. "Hey guys." He said happily.

"Rick, handsome as always." His mom said, grinning 
teasingly. A sudden sense of deja vu swept through him, 
only heightened when his mom suddenly gestured at the 
cereal box and asked "Want some?"

"No, I'm fine." Rick muttered, not quite so happy 
anymore, slumping into his chair.

"You're driving me today." Jenny suddenly informed him 
between bites of cereal, causing another wave of deja 
vu to sweep through him.

"Yeah, fine." He replied flatly, not quite sure what 
else to say. He waited in silence as his sister 
finished her cereal and suddenly stood to take her bowl 
over to the sink, not even waiting for her to reach it 
before he suddenly stood and walked over to their 
mother. "I.. I love you mom." He said suddenly, not 
sure quite why but, feeling suddenly scared for some 
reason.

"I love you too, Rick." She replied with a smile, 
before glancing sideways and, seeing that Jenny was 
ready, she finished with. "I'll see you both tonight."

"Alright...." Rick muttered softly, before turning to 
walk towards the front door. "Let's go." He told Jenny 
as he moved past her, the girl quickly following in his 
wake.

***

On the drive to school, Jenny seemed to want to talk to 
him at a few points, but after the first couple tries 
she seemed to realize he was in a lousy mood and so 
gave up trying. Rick was doing nothing but 
contemplating exactly what was happening. The whole 
thing in the house could have been coincidence, not 
likely, but could have been, only.. Since he'd left the 
house, he'd already seen a few things during the drive 
that had confirmed for him that the day was exactly the 
same as it had been in the dream. Well, not exactly. 
He'd woken up a minute later then he had in the dream. 
But other then that, everything seemed to be happening 
exactly as it had in the dream.

Then another thought struck him. Had it really been a 
dream? Could he be sure? Maybe some higher power had 
taken mercy on him and decided to send him back in time 
so he could change the events of the day. Or maybe he'd 
had some psychic vision and seen the future. Really, 
when he thought about it, there were too many 
possibilities to list. 

Who the hell really knew what could have happened, 
anyways? He sure as heck wasn't used to living the same 
day a second time, and as far as he knew he didn't know 
anyone else who had. Oh sure, he'd read a story or two 
about that sort of thing, but that didn't really happen 
to people. After a few seconds of thought though he had 
to concede that he supposed it really did happen after 
all, his own case providing more proof then he'd like 
of it.

But then, when he really thought about it, did it 
really matter? Whatever it was, he'd been given a 
second chance. He didn't have to die. All he had to do 
is, when Leon approached him, tell the freak to go fuck 
himself. The simplest of solutions. 

Did it really matter that he'd somehow become a time 
traveler, if it allowed him to prevent his own death? 
Nope, he quickly decided. All he had to do was refuse 
Leon's offer, go home, and lock himself in his room for 
the rest of the day. Then he could wake up tomorrow, 
very alive, forget the whole thing, and pretend like it 
had never happened. Rick almost grinned as he 
approached the high school. But why, suddenly, did he 
have a very bad feeling?

***

The day had progressed exactly as it had in his dream, 
or the day before, or the vision, or whatever it had 
been. With one crucial exception. When Trig class came 
around, Leon and Max were absent. Nobody else found 
that too strange, of course, but it set Rick's nerves 
on edge. His bad feeling had heightened several times 
over, but he'd tried to go through the day otherwise 
normally, getting at least a few more questions right 
on a test near the end of the day then he had the last 
time.

After school, he'd gone straight home, and once more 
tried to find stuff to do. Anything to keep his mind 
off the whole situation. He knew he just had to get 
through the day, go to sleep, and wake up tomorrow and 
everything would be fine. He had a harder time passing 
those hours then any others in his life, but finally, 
it was nearing ten, and he was ready to go to sleep. 
Just go to bed and finish it, he kept telling himself. 
But for some reason, he had a sudden impulse to go to 
the school. Just to see if anyone was there. Just to 
see if he'd imagined the whole thing.

He knew he hadn't imagined it, really, but... He wasn't 
sure if he could go on completely oblivious as to what 
had really happened. It had bugged him all day that day 
and he knew if he just fell asleep he'd be wondering 
about it for the rest of his life. Maybe not as 
intensely as that day but it'd always be there. That 
didn't mean he had to put himself in danger. He could 
just go and take a look, and if he saw anyone there, he 
could go ahead and take off. If no one was there, he 
could take off. He just needed to know. Or so he told 
himself. But he really didn't think he'd be able to 
fall asleep otherwise, so finally he grabbed his keys 
and headed out.

The drive to the school seemed longer then usual, but 
he knew it was just his nerves drawing it out. Finally 
he pulled into the parking lot and shut his car off. 
Slowly he opened the door and stepped out, rising to 
his feet and just peering around the parking lot. He 
didn't see Leon's car anywhere. He kept his car door 
open and himself not more then a foot away. If any 
lights went on in the school, he was ready to dive back 
in and break every speeding law in the city getting 
back home. But none ever came on. Finally he was about 
to just leave, when the voice spoke. "Hey."

It was enough to nearly make him leap out of his skin, 
but after quickly grabbing control of himself, he 
started to turn, expecting the entire time to see Leon 
standing there and still ready to dive in the car if he 
did. He found a shock when he had turned enough to see 
the person behind him though. It was a guy wearing a 
mask, taller even then he was. Before Rick could react 
he suddenly heard the click of a hammer being pulled 
back, and the guy calmly raised a gun until the barrel 
was pointed right between Rick's eyebrows. "Your 
wallet, now." The guy told him, holding out his free 
hand. Rick quickly considered making a dive back into 
the car after all, but his confidence that he could 
make it before the guy shot him was about zero. So, 
slowly, he just reached back for his wallet.

When he felt his empty pocket, it was nearly enough to 
give him a panic attack. He could feel his own eyes 
widen as he realized he was so worked up over the whole 
thing that he hadn't bothered to grab it before he'd 
left, he'd just picked up his keys. "I.. I don't have 
it... Really, honestly, I don't... I left it at 
home..." He told the guy, raising both his hands up in 
the air, not sure what else to do.

The guy just paused for a second, studying him, before 
finally speaking again. "That's too bad." The guy told 
him, and then suddenly there was an extremely loud 
noise. It didn't even register to Rick what it was. It 
was just like an explosion had gone off right outside 
his ears. There was a sudden spike of pain in his head, 
but he barely had a chance to feel it before it began 
to fade as the darkness took it's place

***

Rick floated in a red haze, stronger this time then it 
had been before, surrounding him on all sides like a 
wall closing him in. In the distance, he could hear two 
voices, still sounding like a whisper, but he could 
make them out a bit more clearly this time.

"How long do you think it'll be?" He heard once of the 
whispers ask. He couldn't make out who the voice 
belonged to, it was all he could do just to get the 
words.

"Not too long. The moment he truly realizes his 
situation, that's when the interesting part will 
begin." The second whisper replied. It started to say 
more, but there was a sudden spinning sensation in the 
pit of his stomach, and he felt a hard yank.

***

Rick woke with a start. He could feel the adrenaline 
pounding through his system, and just as quickly he 
sighed and buried his face in his hands. He'd already 
gone through two more days since getting shot in the 
parking lot. Both had been exactly like the first 
except for the differences in what he did. The third 
day had been much like the second. He'd come straight 
home after school and tried to pass the day, determined 
not to be stupid enough to go outside that time. He 
didn't either, not that it made a difference. 

That night, while taking a shower, he'd slipped and hit 
his head on the edge of the tub. That one had hurt for 
a fair while before the darkness came. The fourth day 
he gave up on trying to just get through it. He spent 
that one trying to find Leon and Max, determined that 
they were somehow behind this and he just had to make 
them stop it somehow.

Since they still weren't in school, he'd looked their 
numbers up in the phonebook and called both their 
houses, only to have the phone ring on and on with no 
one ever picking it up. He'd then tried driving to 
their houses at the addresses listed, one after the 
other, but both had looked completely deserted, like no 
one had lived there in months. That night he'd tried 
searching clubs, bowling alleys, the mall, wherever he 
could think of that they might be, with no results. 
Finally at around midnight he'd given up and was 
driving home when what looked like a deer ran out onto 
the road in front of him. Without even thinking he'd 
tried swerving to avoid it, but ended up going off the 
road and wrapping himself around a tree.

So here he was, day five. He still had the feeling like 
he'd just had some horrible nightmare that he couldn't 
quite remember, but he pushed it aside more quickly 
this time. Glancing over at the clock, he noticed the 
6:30 readout. The third day had been 6:31, the fourth 
had been 6:33 again. So the exact time changed each 
day, not that it mattered any. Muttering to himself he 
quickly went about getting himself ready, and soon 
enough was striding down the hallway just as he'd done 
the four days before, and just like those days he found 
his mother and sister at the table in the kitchen 
eating cereal.

Without a word, he walked over, yanked out a chair, and 
dropped dejectedly into it. "Rick, handsome as... Is 
something the matter?" his mother asked, giving him a 
worried look.

For a split second he had the urge to tell her the 
whole thing, but just as quickly he shook it off. She 
couldn't help him. "Nah mom, everything's fine. Just a 
bad dream that's still bothering me." He told her, to 
which she nodded understandingly.

"You're driving me today." His sister told him between 
mouthfuls of cereal.

"Whatever." He replied sullenly. His mother gave him a 
strange look, like she was about to say something more, 
but finally she just shook her head. His sister didn't 
even really seem to notice, and eventually she was 
taking her bowl over to the sink. Rick didn't even wait 
before grabbing his bag and rising from his chair to 
follow after her. As he was passing his mom though, she 
suddenly reached over to grab his arm. "Rick?" she 
murmured, bringing him to a halt.

She waited until he turned to look at her before going 
on. "Don't worry about it sweetie. It was just a dream. 
Just try and concentrate on having a good day, and 
you'll forget about it before you know it." She told 
him, offering him a warm smile.

Sadly, he pulled his arm lightly away from her, 
shrugging a bit as he replied. "Sure mom." He told her, 
trying to keep his voice more level.

Once more a concerned look crossed her face, but behind 
him Jenny had finished up and was watching them with an 
impatient expression. Still his mom studied him for 
awhile longer, but she seemed to realize he wasn't 
going to tell her anything more, so finally she nodded 
a little. "Alright, I understand. Try and have a good 
day anyways, though." She told him, before glancing 
back and forth between him and Jenny. "I'll see you 
both tonight."

Without another word, Rick turned to follow his sister 
out.

***

"Rick, do you think I'm cute?" his sister suddenly 
asked him in the car, breaking into his reverie. It 
sort of took him by surprise, since the last couple 
days he hadn't really given her a chance to talk on the 
trip either.

"Huh? Where'd this come from?" he responded, shooting a 
look sideways in her direction but mostly keeping his 
eyes on the road.

"Well, I mean.. I really want to know. I know I'm not 
ugly, but I don't really know if I'm that good-looking, 
you know? I mean, I'm sure I could ask some of the guys 
at school, but.. Well, since I'm not a dog I'm sure 
most of them would be more then happy to tell me I'm 
gorgeous just in the hopes of getting into my pants at 
some point, whether I'm all that cute or not. I could 
ask some of the other girls, but I'm sure most of them 
would try to be polite no matter what the truth was. 
And.. You're a really good-looking guy, so I figure 
you'd know. And you're my brother, so I can trust you 
to be honest with me without having any reason to lie 
so... What do you think, am I cute?" she queried, 
tilting her head to the side a bit as she watched him.

For a moment, Rick was a bit taken aback, though her 
telling him he was really good-looking had appealed to 
his vanity. He took a few more glances over at his 
sister when he could, thinking a little about how to 
reply before finally saying, "Jenny, you're hot. I 
mean, really. You're extremely cute, and very hot. Any 
guy would be seriously lucky just to go out on a date 
with you. That's truly my opinion, I'm not just saying 
it. You are one of the best looking girls I know." He 
told her honestly.

For a moment more, she just studied him, before finally 
a big smile spread over her face. "Thanks Rick, that 
means a lot to me. So.. How about you? How are things 
going with you and Rachel?" she asked, her smile still 
on her face.

His mood immediately plummeted back down though, as her 
question only served to remind him of the loop he was 
now stuck in. "Well.... Good and bad, I guess you could 
say."

Her expression turned curious as she shifted in her 
seat to watch him better. "Why? What's up?"

He paused for a moment to try to pick out the best 
words to use and finally ended up saying "Well, by 
itself the relationship is really good, it's just.. At 
the moment you could say we're going in circles."

"Huh." She replied, still watching him carefully. "Is 
that why you've seemed sorta down today?"

"No." He responded, but since she obviously wasn't 
going to leave it at that, he considered for a little 
before finally opening his mouth to speak, but he just 
sorta blurted out what he ended up saying without 
intending to. "Jen, if I tell you a secret.. Well, I 
guess it's a secret. Anyways, if I tell you something 
that sounds really crazy, would you at least hear me 
out, and not just assume I'd lost my mind?"

She just gave him a humoring look, as if sure that he 
was about to tease her with a joke or some such. "Sure 
bro. What's up?"

"First.. Have you ever given much thought to what 
happens to us after we die? You know, the whole 
spiritual thing?" he asked, shooting another glance her 
way.

"Sure, everyone does sometimes. Why?" she asked, the 
humoring look fading a little.

"I think I might be in hell." He told her. The idea had 
occurred to him during the first part of the ride, 
before she'd spoken up, and he supposed it worried him 
enough that he'd felt he had to get advice from someone 
about it. "I'd never really believed in it that much 
before but... I think maybe I really died the other 
night, and that hell might be the only real explanation 
for what's happening to me now." He told her, 
internally preparing for the worst reaction he could 
think of.

Jenny took a moment to glance around her, looking out 
all the car's windows at the surrounding landscape. 
"You're not in hell." She finally informed him, 
offering him a wan smile as she looked back his way. 
"Well, I guess you might call the suburbs a kind of 
hell, but I don't think that's what you meant." She 
told him, taking a second to hide another smile before 
going on. "I mean.. Why, though? What could possibly 
make you think you're in hell? And believe me, I can 
tell from here that you're not dead. You don't smell 
that bad."

"You don't understand." He told her, sighing softly 
before going on. "I'll try to simplify this as much as 
possible. The other night, I got hit by a car outside 
the school, and I think I died. Since then, I've been 
repeating the same day over and over. Every time I wake 
up, it's always Tuesday. You and mom are sitting 
exactly the same at that table. You say exactly the 
same stuff. They teach exactly the same things at 
school. It's all the same. But, that's supposed to be 
impossible, right?" he said, taking a second to catch 
his breath. "Which is why I think I'm in hell. What 
other explanation is there? People aren't supposed to 
live the same day again and again, but I swear to you 
that I am."

It was a moment before she responded. "First of all, 
what in the heck would you have been doing outside the 
school at night? But.. Never mind that. I'm sure it was 
just some bad dream, Rick, like you told mom this 
morning. You're right, that's just not possible. It 
doesn't happen. And while I can't say for sure what the 
afterlife is like, I'm fairly confident that hell is 
not composed of repeating the same day of this." She 
said, gesturing to their surroundings outside the car. 

"Besides, let's say you were telling the truth, and you 
were right. Let's say you were repeating the same day. 
Why would that be hell? I mean, I can see where it 
would get boring after awhile, but think about it. It 
would be like absolute freedom. You could do anything 
you'd want. Anything you could think of. And you'd 
never have to worry about any consequences, because the 
next day you'd wake up and none of it ever would have 
happened. No matter what you did, no one could punish 
you for any longer then it would take for the day to 
end."

At that moment Rick felt like a cartoon character that 
had just had a light bulb go on over his head. The 
revelation was that shocking and that complete. He felt 
a sudden rush of giddiness as his mind raced in 
circles. "You're right... I never thought of it before 
but.. You're right. Jen, you are an absolute genius." 
He told the girl, getting more excited by the minute.

"Took you long enough to figure that out." She told 
him, obviously pleased, before a sudden worried look 
crossed her face. "But Rick, you know it doesn't matter 
right? You're not stuck in the same day."

He just chuckled, almost unable to tear himself away 
from the thoughts that were pounding through his head. 
"Whatever you say, Jen." He told the girl, grinning 
suddenly as he shot her a sideways glance, before 
something suddenly occurred to him. "Hey, let's take 
the day off. School's boring, let's have some fun." He 
told her, not even waiting for her to reply before 
suddenly turning onto a side road that would take them 
towards the edge of the suburbs they were in.

Her eyes widened as she just watched him, quite a bit 
of surprise showing on her features. But finally she 
just smiled and shrugged a bit, seeming to settle into 
the idea. "Fine with me, I could use a vacation. But if 
mom or dad finds out, this was all your idea, and I 
kept trying to talk you out of it but you wouldn't 
listen, k?" she asked, her smile widening a little as 
she leaned back in the seat. "Oh, and Rick. Nothing too 
weird, alright?" She finished, one of her hands already 
reaching for the dial to the radio.

"Whatever you say, Jen." He replied, though by that 
point his voice was already partially lost in the 
music. He could still feel the excitement surging 
through him. "Whatever you say."

***

They ended up parking at a cliff just outside of town. 
Jenn had asked him where they were going when they 
started up the not often used road, but he'd just 
shushed her. Once he parked he opened his door and 
slipped out without hesitation, walking over near the 
edge and peering over, not even glancing Jenny's way. 
After a couple minutes, he heard the other door open 
behind him, and a few seconds later leaves crunching as 
footsteps headed his way. "What are we doing here 
anyways?" she asked him as she approached.

"Awww, c'mon, Jenn. It's beautiful up here. If we're 
gonna take the day off, we might was well take in the 
view, get some fresh air, you know, that sort of 
thing." He told her, tossing a glance back her way as 
he came to a halt a few steps behind him.

She gave him an odd look, before finally nodding a bit. 
"Alright, I suppose we can hang out here for a bit. But 
later on we're heading to the mall, alright?" She 
asked, looking around at the trees to either side of 
the cliff-bordering clearing they were in.

"Sure." He replied, pausing a second before taking a 
few steps backward to stand beside her. "Jen? Did you 
mean what you said earlier? About thinking I was good-
looking?" he finally asked.

"Huh? Oh. Yeah. I mean, you're my brother and all, but 
you're cute, so yeah." She told him, tossing a grin his 
way.

He just nodded, thinking a bit more before finally 
going on. "Wanna have sex?" he asked her calmly, just 
watching her.

"WHAT!?!?" she asked, spinning around to face him 
entirely, her eyes widening. She seemed shocked for a 
moment, before she suddenly grinned. "Oh, yeah, sure." 
She told him, rolling her eyes, before suddenly raising 
one hand to press the back to her forehead as she 
announced dramatically. "Oh, Rick, I'm so hot for you! 
Please, take me now!" She seemed about ready to laugh 
when she suddenly took notice of his expression. "I 
mean, you're not serious, are you?"

"Yeah, actually, I am." He told her, blushing a little 
but keeping his gaze on her none the less. "I mean... I 
think you're a really hot girl. And you said you think 
I'm good looking, so why not?"

"Uhm... Because you're my brother, for one?" she said, 
saying it more as a statement then a question, though, 
despite the tone. "Because you have a girlfriend. 
Because you're my brother. Because I don't exactly plan 
on losing my virginity to a guy I've never even dated 
way out in the middle of nowhere. Because you're my 
brother. Because I'm definitely not losing my virginity 
in the backseat of that car." She told him, gesturing 
back at the car. "And, uhm... Did I mention you're my 
brother?"

"Yeah, I think you brought it up at some point." He 
responded, grinning sardonically as he continued to 
study her. "But does it really matter all that much? 
After all, I'm just talking about having fun, not about 
getting married. You said you liked the way I look 
so... So what if I'm your brother? Is simply sharing 
blood really that important?" he asked, taking a step 
towards her.

Almost instinctively she took a step back, raising one 
hand as if to ward him off. She looked sorta like a 
deer caught in headlights for a few seconds before she 
finally managed to get out a reply. 

"Uhm... Look, Rick, you are a really good-looking guy. 
And if you weren't my brother, and had asked me out, 
then after several dates maybe I would have said yes if 
you asked me like this, just maybe. But you are my 
brother. And you bring me up to this place out of the 
blue and then just expect me to fuck you? Sorry to say 
it, Rick, but you might really be crazy after all. 
Now.. Why don't you just go ahead and take me to the 
school after all? So what if I've missed a couple 
periods by now." She responded, backing up another step 
and starting to turn towards the car.

In one smooth motion he reached out to grasp her still 
extended arm, his hand clamping down on it in a firm 
grip as he pulled her forcefully but not painfully back 
towards him. She almost stumbled, but just as quickly 
she turned to stare at his hand. 

"Jen, I really don't want to do it this way, but... We 
are going to have sex up here. See, what I told you in 
the car is the truth, I really am repeating the same 
day over and over. And if I'm going to have to go 
through this pain in the ass, then I'm at least going 
to get some fun out of it. Now, we can have great 
sex... Or I can just fuck you. The choice is yours." He 
told her, his voice absolutely calm the entire time.

He saw a spark of fear pass through her eyes, and her 
expression took on a worried cast as she struggled to 
pull her arm out of his hand, but his grip held steady 
and she couldn't manage, finally she just gave up and 
glared at him, her voice firm but with an ever so 
slight tremble when she spoke. "You are out of your 
freaking mind. I'm not having sex with you Rick. Now 
let go of me. NOW!" She told him, suddenly pulling back 
one leg and lashing it out to kick him in the shin.

Rick issued a soft grunt but other then that stood 
unmoving, his eyes wincing a little but otherwise not 
reacting to the pain. He could feel his expression 
hardening, and he could see her eyes widening ever so 
slightly as she watched him. Without saying a word he 
suddenly started walking towards the car, jerking her 
after him. He had to favor his good leg a bit as he 
moved, but it didn't slow him much. 

Jen seemed torn as to whether to resist or head towards 
the car after him, not knowing if he had given in and 
was going to take her home, or if he was planning 
something really bad. The hesitation though was more 
then enough to allow him to drag her along with ease, 
until a few yards away he suddenly gave her a hard 
shove towards the front of the car.

She ended up not-quite-running forward, trying to catch 
herself as she suddenly hit the front bumper and 
unintentionally bent over the hood with her momentum, 
managing to catch herself with her hands on the hood 
long before her face would've touched the windshield. 
He'd been walking in behind her all the while though, 
reaching down with one hand to start undoing his pants, 
and when she started to lift up he quickly reached out 
to lay his free hand on the center of her back and push 
her firmly back down over the hood, until her face 
hovered just a few inches over the windshield, her body 
bent half-over.

By that time he had the front of his pants open and his 
hard nine inch cock out of his boxers and into the open 
air. Quickly he moved his good foot in and kicked her 
legs spread before she could react, and it was all she 
could do to catch herself and not go into a half-split, 
which gave him all the opportunity he needed to move 
the rest of the way behind her. 

Quickly he reached one hand up to spit on his hand, 
before reaching down to spread the saliva over his 
large cock, since he wasn't going to get a better 
lubricant. "The first kick I'll give you. But if you 
try and kick me again, Jen, I swear to god I'll hit 
back." He told the girl, who was only now starting to 
struggle again as he reached in to lift her skirt up 
over her back, quickly reaching back down to grasp her 
panties and jerk them to the side, exposing her young 
vulnerable pink slit to his gaze.

With a grin he moved his hips forward until he could 
see and feel the head of his cock press up against the 
lips of her pussy, eliciting a groan from him. Quickly 
he released her panties to grasp his cock once more, 
which was now preventing her panties from moving back 
in place. Quickly he guided the head of his cock 
between the lips of her cunt and into her gash, seeking 
her hole. 

"GET OFF ME! HEEELLLPPP!" there was a sudden scream 
from the struggling girl underneath him just as the 
head of his cock found her hole and with one quick hard 
shove of his hips he could feel her hot pussy stretch 
open as his large cock began to sink into her. 
"NNNOOOOOOO!"

As he continued to press his hips forward, sinking inch 
after inch of his cock into her very tight cunt, he 
quickly released his cock and moved his hand up to give 
the right cheek of her ass an extremely hard slap, 
which elicited a shriek from the girl. 

"I can do a heck of a lot worse then that to you if I 
choose, Jen. Now I suggest you shut the fuck up and 
stay still. Don't make me need to give you a MUCH more 
painful reason to." He told her very firmly, his eyes 
fixed all the while on the sight of more and more of 
his cock sliding between the lips of her pussy and into 
her hole. He almost had to bite his lips from the feel 
of her incredibly hot very tight pussy around his hard 
rod.

With one last long wail the girl ceased her struggle, 
her body just trembling as she finally fell silent 
except for soft whimpers she issued here and there. 
About four inches of his long staff had slid into her 
when he ran up against her hymen. He didn't even 
hesitate, he just drew his hips back a couple inches 
and then shoved them forward. 

He could feel her barrier break with the single hard 
thrust as a lot more of his cock disappeared inside the 
girl, only about an inch of his shaft remaining outside 
her young cunt when he finally paused. She let out 
another soft wail when he busted her cherry, but she 
seemed to try to bite back on it, her body trembling 
even harder though.

Taking a deep breath he began to work his hips, sliding 
nearly the full length of his big cock out of her 
pussy, until just the head remained inside her, before 
pushing back in, his long stick quickly sinking back 
into her hot hole, the full length of it getting 
sheathed inside her with the second stroke, until his 
balls came to rest against her clit. He didn't pause 
though before continuing to work his hips back and 
forth, beginning to steadily slide his hard staff in 
and out of the teenager, the girl's trembles lessening 
ever so slightly as he began to work up a nice rhythm 
to fucking her.

Idly he moved one hand up from her ass, the other one 
sliding up from her back, both moving up to her shirt 
and then around to her front, forcing her to lift her 
body up a bit, but the girl didn't say a word as he 
slid them a bit further up to grasp her breasts through 
her shirt, beginning to lightly but rhythmically 
squeeze them in time with the steady pumping of his 
cock in and out of her tight pussy, his balls slapping 
against her clit with every stroke, even the small 
amount of her blood there was providing further 
lubricant as he fucked her faster and faster, pulling 
his large rod almost all the way out of her hole before 
sinking it right back into her young cunt, her tunnel 
tight and velvety around his hard shaft, his palms 
grinding a little against her nipples as he cupped and 
squeezed her tits.

For awhile there was no sound except for the slapping 
of his hips against hers, his pole being driven in and 
out of her tunnel in long smooth strokes. By then her 
trembling had stopped altogether, and it wasn't until 
he noticed an increased slipperiness in her cunt that 
he realized the girl was beginning to get a little wet 
as he pounded his big shaft back and forth inside her, 
his balls slapping against her clit more and more 
firmly as the speed of his strokes increased. 

Finally he gave up on squeezing her tits and just began 
to steadily rub them, his fingers sliding back and 
forth over the flesh of her breasts through her shirt, 
and his palms rotating in quick little circles against 
her nipples, her lower body getting pressed against the 
car with every pump of his big dick into her tight 
wettening pussy.

"Mmmm, Jen. Starting to like getting fucked, aren't 
you, sis?" he asked the girl as he rammed his thick rod 
in and out of her velvety cunt, the girl's body giving 
a short tremble but once more she didn't say a word as 
he hammered his hard cock in and out of her pussy, his 
palms lifting up as his fingers moved inwards, 
beginning to deliver quick firm pinches to her nipples 
as slid his long shaft quickly in and out of her, his 
balls slapping firmly against her clit as her pussy 
continued to get wetter and wetter, just heightening 
the feel of her warm slippery tunnel around his shaft.

For a few minutes he fucked her that way, pounding his 
cock back and forth inside his helpless sister, until 
finally her body began to tremble ever so slightly, 
soft noises begin to issue from her lips, even though 
she was obvious trying to stifle them. It only served 
to make him work his thick rod all the faster in and 
out of her, his pinches of her nipples getting a bit 
harder as he screwed his big dick in and out of her 
tight young hole, until several seconds later the girl 
suddenly reached up to clamp one hand over her mouth, 
mostly muffling her wail of an entirely different sort, 
but he could feel her hot cunt begin to convulse around 
his large cock, her tunnel rhythmically contracting 
around his shaft as she came.

It only took a few more strokes before he suddenly let 
out a soft grunt, the heightened pleasure of her pussy 
spasming around his shaft overwhelming him as his cock 
jerked inside her, jet after jet of his hot cum 
beginning to shoot deep into his sister's cunt as the 
strokes of his fucking became erratic, his hips seeming 
to take on a will of their own as he pumped more and 
more of his cum into the girl before he finally began 
to calm, the convulsing of her cunt beginning to slow 
soon after. His fingers moving away from her nipples as 
his surge of horniness began to wear off and then... 

With a sudden jerk he slid his cock out of her, almost 
tripping over his own pants as he stumbled backwards, 
which had somehow fallen and gotten tangled around his 
ankles during the fucking. "Oh God...." He whispered 
softly as he reached down, beginning to steadily back 
up as he quickly pulled his pants and boxers back up, 
quickly getting his cock back into them and beginning 
to redo his pants, his hands moving almost 
mechanically.

It was with a long wince that he quickly spun away from 
the car and his well-fucked sister, stumbling over 
towards the edge of the cliff and just falling to his 
knees as he reached it.... "I raped her..." He 
whispered softly to himself, shaking his head slightly 
as if he couldn't believe it. Sure, if he was right the 
next day he'd wake up and it would never have happened 
but.. How could he do that!?!? To his own sister!?!? 
How could he hurt her like that... 

Suddenly in that moment a feeling of filth came over 
him. Not just of guilt, but of true filth. He felt like 
a thick layer of some substance that seemed to be a 
mixture of dirt, slime, and oil was sliding all over 
his body. Like he was soaked in it. But he also felt a 
surge of power rush through him at the same time. A 
feeling of... Godliness. Like he could do anything, and 
nothing could ever touch him. But at the same time he 
felt like he'd rolled for days in the deepest, darkest 
puddle one could find, and that a thousand showers 
combined with the hardest of scrubbing wouldn't be able 
to get it off.

That was when he heard the crying begin behind him. It 
wasn't even loud. Just a soft sobbing sound, just loud 
enough for his ears to pick it up. And each sob drove a 
spike through his heart. It was the worst, most 
horrifying sound he'd ever heard. And in that moment, 
he felt like he was the worst person in the whole of 
the world. He could feel bile rising in his throat but 
he quickly swallowed it back down, only to find that 
both the feelings of filth and of power had vanished, 
as if they were never there. 

Raising his hands up, he buried his face in them, his 
sister's sobbing continuing to steadily cut through 
him. That was when it struck him, and he opened his 
eyes to stare at the edge of the cliff. He didn't need 
to wait. He could make it as if it had never happened 
that very moment, and if he was wrong about the whole 
thing.... Well, then he would have paid the price for 
what he did.

Without hesitation he rose to his feet and, with just a 
quick glance down over the side, he leaped off the 
edge. "RRRRIIIICCCCKKKK!" A sudden scream issued from 
behind him as the gravity took him and he began to 
fall. It was a sensation of vertigo, as the wind 
whipped past him, but that wasn't what struck him. It 
was that his sister hadn't wanted him to die... She'd 
actually still cared about him enough for it to matter 
that he'd jumped off the cliff. 

He doubted she'd forgiven him, but she had still cared 
for him. It gave him an ever so slightly warm feeling, 
to know that his sister was a good person, even if he 
wasn't. That was when it struck. It was a horrible 
impact, but not the absolute crushing he'd expected. 
The pain was horrible, but as he tried to breathe he 
quickly felt water filling his mouth, choking him. In a 
flash he realized that he must have struck a lake of 
some kind, rather then land. He was still slightly 
surprised he survived though. When a person is falling 
as fast as he should've been, water-tension is almost 
as lethal as solid ground when a person strikes it.

It was when he first tried to move that the horror once 
more set in, as the lava-like pain coursed through his 
very being and the water filled his lungs, the light of 
the lake's surface fading more and more above him. 
Something had been damaged enough in his landing to 
paralyze him. He couldn't move. He didn't think his 
neck or back were broken, because he could still feel 
every single bit of pain in every single nerve in every 
single part of his body, there was no numbness, just 
pain, but he still couldn't move. 

He realized he was going to drown. 'This one's going to 
hurt.' Was the only thought that passed through his 
mind as he struggled to breathe but kept getting only 
water. It was only later, right before he passed out, 
that he remembered there was no lake beneath the cliff 
he'd jumped off of.

***

He was floating in the red haze. From somewhere beyond 
him, the voices were already speaking.

"... him drown was a nice touch." One of the voices 
said, finishing the second half of a sentence he hadn't 
wholly caught.

"I thought so too. We couldn't let him die the way he 
wanted." The second voice chimed in, speaking 
authoritatively.

"Of course."

"He's taken the first step."

"Indeed. So far it looks like we were right after all."

"I knew we would be. Did you really have any doubt?"

"Nah, but it always feels nice to be proven right."

"True. How long do you think it'll be?"

"'Till the end? No way of telling for sure, I think."

"I guess we'll know more by how long it takes for the 
next time to happen. He'll set his own pace."

"I suppose so.. So, tomorrow it's my turn to choose." 
The voice said, seeming to contain a hint of eagerness.

"Yeah, but drowning during paralysis after he decided 
to jump off a cliff won't be easy to beat." The other 
voice responded, and seemed about to say more when Rick 
felt the now familiar hard jerk.

***

Rick woke with a start. He could feel adrenaline 
pounding through his system, and the feeling was really 
getting old. Glancing to the side and at the 6:32 
readout, he let out a very deep sigh of relief. He'd 
been right, none of it had ever happened now. So why 
did he still feel so horrible about it? He'd raped his 
own sister. 

Sex had never really been that important to him, but he 
guessed deep down he had kinda had a feeling of 
impatience that everyone else seemed to be having it 
except him. That still didn't explain what he did 
though. He guessed it was just that, he'd wanted it. He 
couldn't think of a better explanation for it then 
that. It didn't have to be important to him for him to 
want it, and he'd wanted it. And the moment he realized 
he could do anything, that he could take whatever he 
wanted.

That had been the first substantial thing to occur to 
him. It wouldn't matter if he went and stole money. Or 
grabbed a great car. Or anything material, really. 
They'd all disappear when the day ended, so all there 
was, were momentary pleasures, and that had just been 
the one to strike him. It still didn't justify what he 
did though, nothing did, nothing could. But.. Now it 
hadn't even happened. With another sigh he finally 
slipped out of bed to start getting ready.

When he finally left his room to walk towards the 
kitchen awhile later, it was still with a feeling of 
nervousness in the pit of his stomach. Even though he 
knew the day had just started over again, he still had 
the feeling that people would just know somehow. 
Hesitantly he entered the room and started walking over 
to the table where his mom and Jen were seated, setting 
his bag down nearby and looking anywhere but at his 
sister as he took his seat.

"Rick, handsome as always." His mom said, offering him 
her now usual teasing grin. She had just started to 
gesture towards the cereal box and open her mouth when 
he lifted one hand and shook his head.

"No thank you." He told her. She just raised her 
eyebrows and watched him for a moment, but finally she 
just shrugged. He tossed a sideways glance at his 
sister, but she seemed too consumed with her cereal to 
notice.

Still, a few seconds later, on schedule. "You're 
driving me today." Got said between bites, like nothing 
had ever happened.

"Sure, no problem." He said, trying to keep his voice 
as calm as possible, and still not making much eye 
contact with anyone at the table. But, nothing eventful 
happened, and soon enough they were off to school.

***

After school Rick ambushed his sister and ended up 
convincing her to let him take her to the mall. Once 
there, he wound up buying her more or less whatever she 
wanted, to her immense surprise and pleasure. He wound 
up spending over eight hundred bucks on her off his 
debit card, which made up a good part of his savings. 
Not that it mattered, though, as he'd have it all back 
the next day anyways. 

At first she was suspicious over why he was willing to 
buy her stuff out of the blue, but once she saw that he 
really was, she didn't ask many more questions, and 
seemed content to buy, buy, buy! A couple times she did 
express concern at how much he was spending on her, but 
he just insisted she get whatever she wanted, and soon 
enough she'd manage to spot something she just had to 
have and would conveniently forget all about her 
objection.

It didn't really take away his guilt over the previous 
day, but seeing her quite as happy as she was at least 
helped him feel somewhat better. He figured if he 
couldn't give her an equally joyous experience to 
offset the bad one, at least he'd come about as close 
as he could on short notice. And over the course of the 
day he ended up getting several very big hugs from her, 
all her own idea, so.. While watching her shop might've 
held a reasonable aspect of boredom, he figured it 
wasn't so bad a way to spend the day.

It was as they were headed back towards the parking 
lot, with him carrying most of the bags that it 
happened. They were just a few feet away from the glass 
doors of the entrance when the skaters went flying by 
outside on roller blades. The mall didn't allow skating 
in it's parking lot, but they obviously didn't care. 
About four had flown past in the space of a couple 
seconds when the fifth one tripped on his way by. 

In an instant Rick realized from the angle of the trip 
that the skater was going to hit the glass window in 
front of them just to the side of the door. It was all 
he could do to drop the bags in time to shove his 
sister to the side and out of the way. Which was just 
when he heard the glass shatter, and unfortunately he 
was stupid enough to twist his head towards the sound 
to see where the shards were headed. It left him 
vulnerable, and he had no time to lift his hands to 
protect against them at that close a range before the 
first sizable shard imbedded itself in his throat.

That was when Rick of course made his second mistake, 
this one almost impulsive. He reached up and pulled the 
glass out. At least while it was in there it might have 
done a hell of a lot more damage to his throat, but it 
might've bought him some extra time despite the blood 
flowing out around it. Once he pulled it out though, it 
opened a gaping hole for a torrent of blood to begin 
flowing out through, too much of it coming from an area 
too close to his brain. 

There was an immense pain in his throat, but it was 
offset by the sudden dizziness that swept over him. He 
hadn't even realized he'd collapsed until he felt the 
solid floor beneath him, and he saw his sister's face 
hovering over him. He could feel her hands at his 
throat, trying to cover the wound, and her eyes were 
wide with shock. Then suddenly she began to scream, 
scream and cry at the same time. As it got harder and 
harder to think, it seemed such an immense task for 
some reason for her to somehow do both. And then 
everything around him was vanishing, and it was going 
dark.

***

He was floating in the red haze again.

"An errant piece of broken glass strikes his throat? 
Come on. Don't you think that's starting to get a 
little out there?"

"Out there? Hey, you created a lake that didn't even 
exist for him to drown in."

"Yeah, but drowning in a lake isn't all that unusual. 
Having a skater trip into a glass window and 
accidentally kill you with it.. Well, let's just say it 
doesn't happen every other day."

"Eh, you're just upset I outdid you."

"Yeah right. If that's what you want to think, fine."

"We're in agreement, then."

"Whatever. You want to play it that way? Fine, my 
turn's next."

Rick was starting to get a vague sense of not-quite-
irony when he felt the firm yank.

***

Rick was sitting in his first period English class not 
really paying much attention. There was really no point 
in going to school and bothering with the boredom when 
it didn't matter, but he hadn't really taken the time 
to think of anything else to do, so he'd figured on 
spending the day making a mental list of things to try 
in the upcoming days. He kept finding himself being 
distracted by the teacher though. He'd noticed before 
just how hot she was, but it had never been quite so 
hard to ignore as it was now. He ended up spending most 
of the day just staring at her. 

She was around 5'7", blonde hair, bright green eyes, 
big tits. He finally decided it was a good thing she 
didn't teach at the middle school, or else the hard-ons 
she'd have the kids walking around with all day with 
might permanently traumatize them. Holding back a grin 
he just continued to study her. Several times during 
the class he suddenly for a split second had the 
sensation of both power and filth that he'd had back on 
the cliff, but each time it faded extremely quickly. He 
noted that each time though, her head would suddenly 
turn to look right at him. And it made him wonder.

It was near the end of the class, while he was idly 
entertaining the fantasy of having her as a complete 
sex-slave, that it happened again for a much longer 
period. The feeling of power was even stronger, as if 
his veins were pumping with pure energy rather then 
blood, but the feeling of a crawling filth covering his 
entire body was stronger again. Yet when the teacher's 
head turned towards him, his eyes locked with hers, and 
he felt it. 

He wasn't sure quite what it was at first, it was more 
of a sensation then anything else. Like he was looking 
straight into her soul. Like there was no part of her 
he couldn't see and touch if he chose. Like his gaze 
was drilling holes straight into her mind so that 
people could peer inside. Finally a particularly strong 
surge of the strength/dirty sensation caused him to 
tear his eyes from hers for a second, and when he did, 
the feeling disappeared. Still, it was only about a 
moment later that the bell rang.

Rick was slow in rising, and most of the class had 
already filtered out by the time he approached the 
desk. "Mrs. Johnson?" he queried, having recalled that 
she had no class next period, and with his mind already 
formulating plans left and right.

"Yes, Rick? Did you need something?" She asked, but he 
could tell her voice was ever so slightly shaken.

"There's something I need to talk to you about.. But I 
don't want anyone else overhearing." He explained, even 
though everyone else had already left the classroom. 
"Could we speak in your office for a minute?" he asked, 
gesturing towards a door to the side.

She paused for a moment, seeming to consider, before 
finally giving a slight nod, leading the way herself 
over to the door to her office, opening it and waiting 
for him to step in before moving in herself and 
shutting it behind them. Motioning to a chair for him, 
she moved over and sat in the chair opposite it, rather 
then behind her desk, her face taking on an attentive 
expression as she seemed to wait for him to speak.

Dropping into the chair she'd directed him to, Rick 
pretended to consider for a moment before finally 
saying. "Mrs. Johnson, I just wanted to tell you 
that... I really like you." He told her, one of his 
hands sliding down to his lap as he spoke and quickly 
undoing the button on his jeans. Her eyes were so 
focused on her face that she didn't seem to notice 
until his zipper was already half-way down. And even 
then, the expression on her face was one of shock as he 
got it the rest of the way down and quickly reached in 
and into his boxers to pull his already hard 9-inch 
cock out through the hole. Her eyes seemed as wide as 
saucers as she just stared at it for a few seconds, 
before she suddenly seemed to get control of herself 
and her eyes immediately went to his face, pointedly 
avoiding looking down.

"Rick, what the hell do you think you're doing!?!? Put 
that away!" she demanded, rising from her chair but 
seeming indecisive about whether to storm out of the 
room or slap him.

Quickly his eyes met hers. His mind focused on the idea 
that he was in control of this situation. That he was 
the one with the power. And that she would do what he 
wanted. And as soon as he did he could feel the dual-
sensation rising up in him, and once more he felt as if 
he was peering straight into her soul. 'Sit' he told 
her without telling her. He didn't speak it, but it was 
more then simply thinking it. It was like he sent the 
word into her eyes. And without a word she suddenly 
dropped back into her chair. 

"You have no problem with looking at my cock, you just 
don't want me to know." He informed her. And it took a 
tremendous amount of effort to do it. One word had been 
easy, but trying to get entire ideas through was much 
tougher. Because it somehow had to be sent all at once, 
and it was like trying to fit a mack truck through a 
tiny space. Quickly after, though, Rick released the 
double-feeling, as he could instantly tell it would be 
difficult to maintain a hard-on for long at all with 
that feeling of disgusting slime covering his body.

Lightly wrapping one hand around his cock, he began to 
softly stroke it, his palm and fingers sliding steadily 
back and forth along his hard rod, and he could see his 
teacher's eyes quickly flicker down to it before 
immediately returning to his face, her cheeks slightly 
red and her breathing ever so slightly quicker. "I told 
you Mrs. Johnson, I like you. I'm just trying to show 
you how much." He informed her, grinning openly now.

"Rick, please stop it NOW." She told him sternly, 
though her eyes flickered down towards his cock again 
and lingered for a second before quickly snapping back 
up.

"Alright, Mrs. Johnson, I'll make you a deal." He said 
simply, his hand slowing ever so slightly in it's 
sliding back and forth along his large shaft, the woman 
every so often casting a very quick glance down at his 
cock but for the most part seeming to resist the urge 
fairly well. "I'll stop, if you'll take off your shirt. 
It's only fair, don't you think?"

"Absolutely not!" she responded vehemently, shaking her 
head very firmly. "Look, Rick, I'm very flattered that 
you find me so attractive, but first of all I'm 
married. Secondly you're too young for me. Third you're 
my student. And fourth I don't really even know you 
that well. If you stop now, I'm willing to let this go. 
But if you don't, we're going to have a problem that 
I'll be taking up with the principal, and you don't 
want that. So stop NOW." She told him.

Idly he agreed with her that there would be a problem, 
though he knew the problem would mostly be on her end. 
He let the pace of his hand along his cock grow a bit 
quicker, and he could tell that her glances became 
slightly more frequent. 

"I can't Mrs. Johnson. I've done this too many times 
thinking about you. Imagining what you might look like 
without your clothes on..." He lied smoothly, his eyes 
meeting hers. "I need to see at least a little of what 
you might really look like, or I'll never have any 
peace.. Please.." He finished, and before she could say 
anything he quickly let the dual-feeling return, and 
without any hesitation he slammed an idea straight into 
her brain. 'You need to help me just a little. 
Especially if it'll make this end.' 

Almost immediately after he had to release the feeling. 
Having forced an idea that large into her head that 
hard sent him reeling. He had to close his eyes for a 
couple seconds to weather the sudden sensation of 
vertigo that reeled through his mind. Finally he opened 
his eyes, having to speed up his stroking of his cock a 
bit more to keep it from going the slightest bit soft, 
a very slight headache lingering in his mind.

For a moment she paused, seeming split with indecision, 
though her eyes continued to every now and then take 
very quick furtive glances at his cock as his hand 
quickly slid back and forth along it. Finally she 
spoke, "If I do this for you, do you promise that'll be 
it, and you'll stop?" at his nod, she hesitated for a 
moment more before finally reaching down and grasping 
the bottom of her shirt with both hands. Slowly she 
drew it up and over her head, before reaching over to 
set it on her nearby desk. "There, are you happy now?" 
she asked, a slightly irritated look on her face.

For a while he just took in the sight of her, her 
smooth stomach leading up to her large firm tits, 
encased in a simple white bra. He guessed her cup at 
DD. "I never thought bras covered that much!" he lied, 
offering her a pained look. "That's never going to help 
me enough... You're going to have to take that off too, 
Mrs. Johnson. I have to see more before I can stop. But 
I promise that'll be it." He informed her, his hand 
maintaining a steady pace along his cock.

She looked fed up, and seemed about to object, when he 
suddenly brought the feeling back just enough to send 
'If it'll make this end...' straight into her head, 
leaving the idea unfinished for her mind to have to 
complete it. Finally, without another word, a 
frustrated expression on her face, she suddenly reached 
behind her, needing only a couple seconds to undo her 
bra, and quickly slipping her arms out of the straps 
before tossing that object on top of her shirt.

Rick just grinned again as her bare tits came into 
view. Large and round, with soft pink aereola capped by 
hard nipples. "They're beautiful." He murmured as he 
rose from his seat and walked over to her, his hand 
releasing his cock. She seemed about to say something 
when her eyes suddenly fixed on his cock, the hard rod 
swaying a bit with the motion of his walking, and this 
time she didn't look away. He even saw her quickly lick 
her lips as he approached the rest of the way towards 
her before finally stopping nearby, his cock maybe a 
foot away from her face. She seemed almost hypnotized 
by his hard staff. 

She didn't even say a word when he reached down to pull 
his jeans and boxers down a bit to give his cock more 
freedom, she just seemed to enjoy the better view, so 
much so that she didn't even notice his left hand 
reaching in, until it suddenly cupped her right breast, 
the warm flesh filling his hand as his palm came to 
rest over her hard nipple, lightly grinding against it 
as he gave her breast a nice firm squeeze.

Letting out a squeal, she quickly jerked back in her 
chair and slapped his arm away. "HEY! No touching!" she 
exclaimed, her expression once more turning a bit angry 
as her eyes turned up to look at his face.

As his eyes met hers, he immediately let the feeling 
rise back up inside her, quickly pressing an idea into 
her head. 'You're my teacher. You have to teach me the 
things I need to know.' Putting enough effort into 
getting the large idea through, but not forcing it in 
hard enough to receive another backlash. "You know Mrs. 
Johnson... I've never seen what a girl's pussy looks 
like. And you've already been so kind as to show me 
your tits so... You've already started a lesson if you 
think about it. And I think you need to finish it and 
teach me the rest of what a girl's body looks like, 
because I really need to learn." He informed her.

Immediately an internal struggle seemed to take hold of 
her, her head shaking a bit as she seemed to be arguing 
with herself, finally managing a "No... I don't... 
No.." She said, seeming to gain more confidence the 
more focused she became on it, her attention finally 
refocusing on him. "You promised that would be it, 
Rick. Now this is stopping." She said firmly, seeming 
about to rise again when he suddenly hit her with a 
'STOP', being able to drive that one in without 
suffering for it. Immediately she froze.

'You need to teach me what I need to know.' He again 
sent into her head, speaking it verbally as he pressed 
it into her mind. Again she seemed to be seized by an 
internal struggle. She seemed to be having a harder 
time driving it away this time, but eventually she 
managed another small shake of her head and said, 
"No... No, I can't... I'm married..."

'YOU... WILL... TEACH... ME...' He sent, driving it so 
strongly into her head that the backlash nearly forced 
him to his own knees, and he had to reach out and grasp 
the desk to steady himself. Quickly it passed though, 
and since his eyes never closed he could see the effect 
it had on her. It was like being struck upside the head 
by a baseball bat. Her eyes had that wide-shocked look 
of being hit so hard you couldn't think. But finally 
they seemed to clear, and slowly she nodded, speaking 
almost to herself. 

"Yes... Yes, I am your teacher, aren't I? It's my job." 
She finally said, nodding again to herself as if to 
confirm it, before suddenly standing up. She was 
wearing a fairly long skirt, but she was quick to reach 
up under it and grasp her panties, and within seconds 
she had them down her legs and off, these just tossed 
to the side rather then bothering with the desk, and 
quickly she lifted the skirt to her waist and sat back 
down in the chair, leaning back and spreading her legs 
nice and wide to give him an excellent view of her 
pussy.

Rick's own breath caught for a second as he stared, the 
lips of her cunt slightly spread open with the 
spreading of her legs, revealing the hot pink gash 
within, a small triangle of brown hair resting above 
her pussy, revealing her to both not be a natural 
blonde, and to keep her pubic hair groomed. Her breath 
was now definitely coming faster, her cheeks flushed 
and her large tits heaving slightly as she showed him 
her pussy. Her eyes seemed fixed once more on his cock, 
and he could see wetness gleaming along her gash, 
giving her away better then anything else could.

'You should get on the table so I can see better.' He 
told her, once more giving the command verbally as well 
as mentally. This time she didn't seem to have the will 
to even try and resist, she just quickly nodded and 
stood back up, reaching over to brush things off her 
desk, pens and books clattering to the floor along with 
her shirt and bra, and swiftly she climbed up onto it, 
laying down on her back with head elevated a bit and 
her butt resting at the edge, her legs once more widely 
spread. 

Slowly he moved in between her legs, his cock hovering 
less then half a foot away from her pussy. He could see 
a shadow cross her face as he approached, but quickly 
it moved away as her eyes fixed on his cock once more. 
Glancing down at the large rod that seemed to attract 
her attention so much, he just grinned. "Does your 
husband have a cock this big?" he asked her, before 
glancing up at her face.

Immediately a pained expression came over her face, her 
body trembling ever so slightly as she winced a bit. 
"That doesn't have anything to do with my teaching 
you." She finally said. "I'm just showing you what a 
pussy looks like. That's it, nothing more. My husband's 
cock is none of your business." She told him, though it 
seemed to take a lot of effort for her to say it.

"Is his cock as big as mine?" he simply repeated, not 
even bothering to add anything mentally, her eyes once 
more locking on the large staff between his legs. 
Finally she just slowly shook her head no.

"Ahh." He murmured as he suddenly grasped his cock and 
leaned in.

"No!" she suddenly exclaimed as the head of his cock 
was positioned against her hole, starting to try to 
pull away from him, but his other hand suddenly grasped 
her waist to hold her steady, and just like that her 
pussy had stretched open and his hard thick rod was 
beginning to steadily slide into her, more and more of 
the big shaft quickly disappearing between the lips of 
her pussy and into her married cunt.

Rick just grinned as he sank more and more of his cock 
inside her, her hot wet tunnel enveloping his hard rod, 
not quite as tight as Jen's but close. As about the 
sixth inch of his cock vanished into her pussy and more 
kept sliding in, he could see her eyes suddenly go 
really wide, the seventh, eighth, and then ninth inches 
of his cock disappearing into her hole, until the full 
length of his big dick was buried to the hilt inside 
her, his balls coming to rest against her ass. "Doesn't 
that feel good?" He asked as he ground his hips against 
hers, his pelvis grinding against her clit, just 
letting his long cock rest inside her for a moment.

"I.. No... My husband, I can't... Uh, you're so big... 
Oh God.... Just fuck me..." She finally panted out.

Rick didn't say another word, instead just beginning to 
drive his hips quickly back and forth, looking down to 
watch as his long thick rod slid steadily out of her 
hot pussy, more and more of his hard shaft reappearing 
out of her hole, glistening with her juices, before it 
vanished right back into her in one long hard stroke 
forward. His balls began to bounce against his married 
teacher's hot ass as he sawed his large cock in and out 
of her wet cunt, his hips driving hard into hers to 
grind his pelvis against her clit with every firm 
stroke of his big dick into her. He could hear her 
begin to moan as he fucked her, no words, just long 
soft sounds of pleasure as her tight pussy clasped at 
his thrusting cock.

"You like being fucked by a nice big cock, don't you 
Mrs. Johnson?" he asked as he sawed his thick staff 
back and forth inside her velvety tunnel, her large 
tits bouncing steadily with every stroke of his cock in 
and out of her as his hips rhythmically slammed against 
hers.

"Uh! Uh! Yes! Uh! You're so fucking deep.. Oh God.. 
It's so fucking good." She said in a near-groan, her 
hips beginning to respond to him, thrusting up to meet 
his every time he pumped forward, sliding his large 
dick deep into her hot wet tunnel before they both 
pulled back, his hard shaft quickly sliding almost out 
of her slippery pussy before their hips slammed right 
back against each other to drive it back in.

"Your husband can't make you feel this good with his 
little cock, can he?" Rick demanded forcefully as he 
rammed his thick staff deeply in and out of her tight 
tunnel, reaching up to grasp her large tits in both 
hands as he did, using her large but firm breasts 
almost as handholds to help him drive his big cock back 
and forth inside her even faster. She just shook her 
head quickly, and he could feel her hips pumping back 
at him faster and faster, but suddenly he slowed his 
pace dramatically, a devilish smile on his face as he 
simply smoothly eased his cock back and forth inside 
her.

"No! Don't stop!" she just whimpered, her hips still 
trying to swiftly thrust at him. "Faster! Fuck me! FUCK 
ME!" She demanded in return, but he simply released her 
tits, quickly grasping her nipples between his thumbs 
and forefingers and painfully twisting until she 
suddenly let out another whimper and her hips slowed to 
match his slow torturous thrusts. Immediately he let up 
on her nipples, just lightly pinching and tweaking them 
as he slid his big cock steadily in and out of the 
married woman's pussy, his hard shaft completely coated 
with her juices.

"Mmm, you want to cum on my big dick, huh?" Rick asked 
her, releasing her left nipple and reaching down with 
his right hand to begin teasing her clit with the tip 
of one finger as he slowly drove his hard staff in and 
out of her hot hole. At first he just gently teased her 
stiff clit with light back and forth flicks of his 
finger, but soon his finger centered over her clit and 
began to roll it in quick little circles, creating a 
sharp contrast with the slow steady strokes of his 
cock.

She didn't answer, she just let out another whimper, 
her head beginning to thrash back and forth a little 
with his teasing of her clit. Slowly he began to pick 
his pace back up, his balls once more beginning to slap 
against her ass as his hips resumed hammering against 
hers in long firm strokes. The wet warmth of her tight 
pussy around his cock only drove him higher as he 
fucked her, so that he almost didn't notice the sudden 
slight pain that began to build up in his head. 

He could hear her moans becoming louder and louder as 
his toying with her clit finally fell into sink with 
his sawing of his large staff in and out of her hot 
hole, until he finally felt her cunt begin to suddenly 
convulse around him. He could see her biting her lip to 
keep from screaming out her pleasure as her cunt 
rhythmically contracted around his stiff rod, his own 
pleasure beginning to quickly build as he fucked her 
hard and fast.

At the same time as his cock began to shoot his hot cum 
deep into her married cunt, the slight pain that had 
been building up in his head suddenly exploded. There 
was so much pain he couldn't even see. He almost didn't 
even feel his cock shooting the last of his cum inside 
her, he almost didn't feel the liquid beginning to flow 
from his nose and ears. 

Without even realizing he'd put them there he could 
feel his hands clutching tightly at his head, as if 
trying to force the pain back inside. Then suddenly for 
a moment the pain began to fade, leaving a strange 
heavy numbness inside his head. His vision was slightly 
blurry, but when he pulled his hands away he could 
clearly see the blood on them, from where they'd been 
over his ears. And then suddenly everything went dark.

***

"That one doesn't count as my kill." One of the voices 
was saying as Rick once more discovered himself 
surrounded by the haze. "He managed to kill himself on 
that one. The moron tried to draw on way more power 
then his brain was ready to handle yet. It's not my 
fault if he caused his own brain to hemorrhage. There 
was no way to salvage or reshape that one into a better 
kill."

"Agreed." The second voice responded without 
hesitation. "We won't count it. This should at least be 
fair, after all. So take the next one. I just hope you 
manage to do think up one hell of one though, because 
this is kind of going to put a damper on it."

"And you call that fair?"

"Hey, like you said. It's not my fault." The other 
voice responded, sounding amused.

The jerk was sharp and sudden this time.

***

Thus ends Part 1...

Stay tuned for Part 2: Where Rick will focus on getting 
both his mother and sister into a threesome, as well as 
varying other conquests. All while still striving to 
discover exactly what is happening to him... While at 
the same time trying to answer the question that is 
beginning to become unclear... Does he even want out, 
if it means giving up the power he's now gained? And 
all the while sinking deeper into the darkness within 
himself. We will also answer the Kenny-like question 
that demands answering. Just how many strange ways can 
Rick be killed in? To be continued.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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