Gender: Male Age: 45 Location: N/A
THE NEW GODS 2: “Amber Stamber”
CATCHING UP: On his first day as one of four fledgling heirs to the Olympian gods, Rex realized that he could do anything he wanted to do with the young girls he adored. He was free from fear of repercussions. He could also guarantee the well-being of the girls. With that in mind, he made tender love to, and then shared a filthy romp with, willing fourteen-year-old Mandy. He straightened out many aspects of the girl’s complicated life, and then set the Babydoll Crush he had long adored on a path to a happier life.
MOVING ON: Rex begins the slow descent toward abusing the powers he’s been given. Will he be able to hold off his darkest desires forever? Meanwhile, one of the other godlings makes a fateful decision.
Mind control, reluctance, male/girl, young, virginity, fantasy.
In the days after Mandy, Rex sought out more of the Babydoll Crushes whose advances he had passed on before he was given the means to enjoy them without repercussions. With each and every one, he made sure that her life was better for having encountered him. By the end of the first week, Rex had made love to or playfully fucked all his adolescent girl “cases” that gave themselves to him of their free will. He bound them from telling anyone what they had done, but as it wasn’t harmful to them in the long run, he let them remember it. He would visit some of them time and again, none as often as he did Mandy.
But Rex wouldn’t visit them as a social worker. His “outside interests” with the girls made holding down a job seem like a ridiculous inconvenience. He was practically a god. It seemed silly to have a boss and a schedule. He still wanted free access to young girls, though. His path became clear while watching an episode of DOCTOR WHO, a program even a god could make time for. His newly conjured “Psychic Paper” in hand, Rex prepared to head out for his tenth day as a god-in-training.
A feminine voice with a thick New Jersey accent rang out in the kitchen of his newly acquired suburban home. “Rex, can I pop in for a minute?”
“Come on in, Penelope,” he called. An attractive thirty-ish woman with curly black hair appeared out of thin air. She was wearing a new black leather jacket with a black blouse and a red mini-skirt with black leggings. She had the youthful build to pull it off.
“You look sharp!” Rex declared. She smiled slightly, but he could tell she wasn’t in a playful mood. “What’s up, Penny?”
“Rex… look… I’m trying to process things. Jason is way too young for a serious conversation; Calliope is out on a constant partying tear, and Hermes just laughs everything off.”
“So you want to bend my ear for a bit?”
“Yes, you’re the second oldest, and also—we have some of the same proclivities.”
“Perversions, you mean?”
“That’s what I’m trying to decide,” Penelope said, biting her lip. “What is it about these young girls?”
“Well, aside from the sheer physical allure, there’s the innocence and the faith they place in you.”
“Oh, my god!” Penelope cried in agreement. “Their eyes! The way they look at you when they experience the pleasure we give. It’s so unexpected for them.”
“Well, most folks don’t start off their day expecting to get fucked by a goddess,” he said. “At least that’s the way it was in my neighborhood growing up. But I’m from the Midwest; we’re behind the times.”
Penelope laughed, put at ease by Rex’s manner. “How young have you gone? If that’s okay to ask?”
“Twelve, but she was quite honestly the least innocent of the girls so far. Her home life was… messy. You?”
“Eleven, but she was already blossoming. Um, Rex, there’s a seven-year-old girl in my building. She’s the most beautiful thing I ever saw. I-I…”
“Trust me, Penelope; I understand. I wish I could tell you that it was okay; that I knew with absolute certainty what we were doing was right. I know it was wrong before, but now things are different for us. We don’t leave scars unless we want to.”
“Are you nice?” she asked, finally getting to the heart of the matter. “Are you sweet to them all the time?”
“Most of the time. Some of them want a little bit of the wild stuff, but it’s just filthy play. So, I guess, yeah, I’m nice to them.”
“I’m not. I’ve always been hell on my lovers, but before the change they were all big girls; it was a fair fight. Now, it’s something different.” She plopped down in one of the chairs at the table and conjured herself a martini in a tall glass. She took it in one swallow.
“If you don’t like it, quit doing it,” he said. “Find big girls.” She stared at him point blank. He chuckled at himself. “Yeah, I couldn’t quit young girls either. Not when we can clean it all up when we’re done.”
“I clean it up big time,” she said. “But they go through some serious shit when I’m actually doing it.”
Rex reached over and put a hand on her shoulder. “I wish I could give you absolution, but it would be like a convict telling his cellmate that their crimes weren’t so bad. All I can say, and consider the source, is that I think that deep inside you’re a good person and always will be. Has anyone been permanently hurt in any way?” Penelope shook her head and bit her lip again. “Well, that’s all we got,” he said with a shrug.
Penelope threw her arms around Rex and kissed him on the cheek. Yes, she was a lesbian, and she was a women’s rights advocate, but she wasn’t a man-hater. Penelope looked into his eyes for a long time. “Too bad I don’t do guys,” she teased, almost not kidding.
“Too bad… but you’re way too old for me anyway,” he said giving her a kiss on the forehead. “Whenever you need me. I’ll try to be a help.”
“Thanks, Rex. But I’ve got to work this out all on my own. I guess moral decisions are all like that in the end.” Penelope disappeared.
She hadn’t said anything to Rex he hadn’t thought of all on his own. She had it a bit worse than he did, though. She liked them younger, and she was rough by nature. Rex wondered when the day would come when he might find himself being rougher than he had imagined. He nearly gave in to a funk and a long session of soul-searching, but he knew it wouldn’t do him any good. He was only going to discover who he was when he was between the knees of a pretty adolescent girl who wasn’t happily saying yes. He decided to go on his first hunt for the taste of a girl who would start out as a total stranger to his eyes.
“Going after strange little girls now?” he heard Hermes’ voice say inside his head.
“I guess so,” Rex said aloud, still not having gotten in the habit of silently responding to the god who monitored his exploits and could read his every thought. Rex had, however, gotten into the habit of wearing a wireless earpiece when he went out. Passersby just assumed he was having a phone conversation.
“Wandering about and finding beautiful new virgins to fuck is new for you. Oh well, Zeus used to do it all the time. If only they’d had middle schools in Ancient Greece, Zeus could have saved a lot of the time he spent on the road. Maybe Hera would have been less suspicious. Happy hunting, Rex!” the messenger god declared and left Rex’s mind.
A few minutes later, Rex walked into Roosevelt Middle School in a Chicago suburb and flashed the Psychic Paper to the security guard at the door. The paper would appear to the viewer as whatever ID would make them the most cooperative. The guard’s eyes flew open wide, and Rex snuck a glance at the paper. Apparently, today Rex was with Homeland Security. The graying black man’s hands trembled with excitement as he handed Rex a lanyard with a visitor’s pass inside. “Some of us loyal Americans are behind you all the way, Agent,” the man said.
Rex looked at the guard and probed his mind slightly. Rex immediately liked him. He had noticed that most school security guards had the attitude that they were there to “keep the little punks in line.” This man’s attitude was that he was there to protect his “babies” from bad people and the children’s own worst instincts. Rex admired him, but then felt a twinge of regret that he was actually there to enjoy sexual escapades with some of this good man’s “babies.” Rex, as he often did lately, contemplated whether or not he was one of the bad people. But there was more to like about this man. He had served in the first Gulf War and been decorated for saving a fellow soldier. Unfortunately, the heroic action also cost him most of the use of his left arm. Rex knew he could heal almost any injury, but didn’t want the guard to connect him to the healing. He concentrated and made it so that the nerves in the man’s arm would heal over the course of the next several weeks.
Rex moved off into the bustling hallway. For him, this was a garden of earthly delights. Everywhere he turned there were blossoming young beauties. Many were coltish little creatures with some parts developing faster than others. Rex had begun to appreciate them for what they were. Perfectly-proportioned and delightfully naughty nubile girls like Mandy still held great allure for him, but Rex now had a craving for innocence and naïveté that surpassed even that. Somehow, the slightly awkward girls seemed to represent innocence in ways their more precociously developed peers could not. For a man of his tastes and abilities, Roosevelt Middle School looked like a supermarket produce section would have appeared to a rabbit.
A thin and shy-looking blonde seventh grade girl with almost no chest but a deliciously rounded little bottom passed by, sneaking him a glance. Rex was admiring the girlish pink and green streaks dyed into her hair when her glance at him caused her to stumble. Her books slipped from her arms and skidded away. “Nice m-m-move, Amber Stamber,” a large eighth grade boy with the beginnings of a wispy mustache said as he kicked her books and papers down the hallway. The pack of smaller boys in his wake guffawed at his cleverness. Rex searched the boy’s mind. His name was Brian, and he had picked on the girl for no reason other than the fact that he could.
“Brian, piss your pants,” Rex whispered.
The boy suddenly stopped, and a look of terror crept across his face. “Dude, what the fuck?” one of his friends cried as he realized what was happening. The pack laughed at the bully and moved on down the hallway, abandoning him to the ridicule of others. Brian soon ran down the hallway and hid in the bathroom. In two minutes, Rex had gone from rewarding a good man to humiliating a cruel teen. He felt more like a god than ever.
Rex gathered the girl’s papers and one of her books and crossed to where she knelt scrambling around for the rest of her things. When she looked up at the handsome, smiling man handing her the flotsam and jetsam of the incident, her mouth dropped open. She lost the power of speech altogether for a moment. Then she squeaked out a little “Th-Thank you.”
“My name’s Rex, and I like helping beautiful girls,” he said, still smiling. “So, it’s my pleasure.” He offered to help her up, and she placed her warm little hand in his. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Am-Amber,” she stammered, looking where he still held her hand and wondering if she should pull it away. Rex knew now that he was not the direct cause of her stammering. It was a chronic problem for her.
“And your last name, Amber?” he said as he gazed fondly into her pretty blue eyes and kept her hand.
“Amber W-w-warren,” she said.
“But the bullies call you Amber Stamber?” The girl looked at him and nodded, tears filling her eyes. “Well, Amber, as luck would have it, I am here for you.” He flashed her the Psychic Paper which now read, “Rex Timon, M.D. Speech Pathologist.”
“D-d-doctors don’t help,” she said sadly, her tears growing in number.
“Amber,” he said, picking up her chin. “I cannot stand to see a girl as beautiful as you cry anything but tears of joy. Believe me. I can help.” He pushed her a little with his mind.
“I b-believe you,” she said, brightening.
“Good, sexy girl. Good.”
“Ridiculously sexy.” Amber blushed and started to pull her hand away, but then decided not to do it. Something about his touch thrilled her, and she wasn’t anxious to make it go away. Rex was not compelling her to keep her hand there. He was just letting her follow her instincts. “I have paperwork here that says you are cleared to come with me to my office for treatment,” he said, showing her a sheet he had just conjured. “Did your mom call you and tell you it was okay yet?”
“N-no,” she said, handing him the books and pulling her phone from her pocket. She reluctantly let go of his hand. The phone chimed that she had an incoming text. “M-mom,” she explained, in mild surprise, opening the text. She looked up at Rex and smiled. He didn’t seem at all surprised by the fortuitous timing of the text. Amber was happy to get out of a school filled with her tormentors to go ANYWHERE with the handsome young doctor. Now, almost magically, her mother had just told her that she was supposed to go with him. She took Rex’s hand again. He smiled, and they reappeared in the huge study of his new home.
“The trip over here was certainly easy,” he said, pushing a pleasant memory into her mind. “Traffic was light, and you’re such wonderful company.”
“Th-this is your off-fice?” she said, looking around at the huge room decorated in classical Greek style.
“I work from home. There’s an exam room back there, but it’s not like you need to take your clothes off for me to look at your articulators.”
“D-dirty joke in th-th-there s-s-omewhere,” Amber said and showed an impish but somehow still shy grin. She was pretty sharp and had some wit. Unfortunately, her wit rarely found its way out past her stammer.
“You little flirt!” Rex declared.
“Y-you started it!” Amber loved the attention from the handsome man, and if he wanted to innocently flirt a little, she was flattered. She had no illusions that an incredibly handsome young doctor would have designs for anything more than that.
“That I did, sexy girl.” She had taken that description with surprise but no fear in a crowded school hallway. Now, she showed the first signs of apprehension. He actually seemed to mean it when he called her sexy. That was a little more than she had counted on happening with him.
Rex didn’t need to probe her mind to see that Amber was somewhat reliant on authority figures. Kids that are singled out for bad treatment by their peers often find parents, teachers and other adults to be their only refuge. He had seen it when he was a social worker. And Amber had taken to holding his hand the second she had decided that his comfort with it meant she would not get into trouble. He’d barely had to push to implant a false memory of a wonderful car trip into her head. She had wanted to believe that she was becoming his friend, someone he would protect. Now, though, he wasn’t acting like a traditional authority figure, and it unnerved her a little.
Rex smiled reassuringly and led her to the couch. Her fear began to escalate as she feared he would join her there. She wasn’t ready to share a couch with a grown man who called her sexy. Rex crossed and sat in the chair by the fireplace and created enough distance to put her at ease. “No one ever called you sexy before, did they?”
“N-no,” she said sadly. “I-I’m only th-thirteen, and I c-can’t talk.”
“But you want to be seen as sexy?”
“Wh-ho d-doesn’t?” she asked with a shrug.
“Well, some girls are fearful of it; they’re too immature to handle it. You, on the other hand have a certain maturity that comes from having been treated poorly by others. It’s been hard for you, hasn’t it?” She answered with a stare that told him that she was silently wishing for a brighter authority figure to cling to. She made Rex laugh at himself a little. It had been a pretty dumb thing to say. “Right. Right. Let’s not talk about the obvious. Let’s talk about the things about you that you might not realize. First off, you’re a very pretty girl, Amber.” She leaned back a little and looked at him in surprise. She was really beginning to question his sanity—and his eyesight. “I know you’re not some teen model, but you’re very beautiful in your own way. And your blue eyes are simply captivating. Too few of your classmates have bothered to gaze into them, but did you notice it was the first thing I did when you looked up at me?” She nodded. Rex sensed that she was very intrigued by where the doctor was going. To be honest, she was a little more than intrigued. She was moved to hear herself described in such glowing terms by someone other than her mother or Mrs. Parks, the kindly old guidance counselor. But then Rex added something Amber was not expecting at all. “And, I have to say your round little bottom is very enticing.”
At that, Amber looked toward the door. She now knew there was far more going on here than a doctor’s appointment. She started to rise, paused, and sat back down. She finally looked sheepishly in Rex’s direction and waited for what came next. She deferred to the man who was starting to frighten her, because there was no other adult present to whom she could defer. Besides, now that she thought of it, she had no idea where she was or what was outside this room.
“Tell me the truth, Amber Warren. What would you do for me if it meant I would cure your stammer?”
She wanted to avoid answering, but found that she couldn’t. Something about this strange man compelled her to answer honestly. “Anyth-thing.”
She looked at him in shock. Then, again feeling compelled to give him an answer, she looked down and whispered, “Y-yes.” Rex could tell she was mildly terrified at the prospect, but also meant everything she said. She would do anything for him if it meant she could speak clearly for the first time in her life.
“Would you like to have sex with me even if I couldn’t fix your stammer?”
“K-kind of want you to k-kiss me once,” she said, unable to understand quite why she was admitting it out loud. “Even though I think you’re a beautiful man, I’m afraid of the r-rest.” Amber looked at him in horror. She was saying things she never would have said to anyone before.
“Well, that’s all nice to know, Amber. I’d like to kiss you even if it wasn’t part of the treatment. Fortunately for us, it is. After that, we do nothing you don’t want to do.”
“K-kissing is p-part of the treatment?”
“Come here. Kissing is the best way to examine the articulators.”
Amber rose from the couch and crossed to him. He hadn’t used any godly power to command her to move to him. This was a combination of her own desires and her habit of always following orders from adults. She was trembling, but Rex could sense that she was somewhat hopeful that he was actually going to kiss her. She had no designs for anything else, and lacked the sophistication to realize that a pretty young girl could rarely kiss a strange grown man and not have him expect more to happen. He rose and took her into his arms, giving her a gentle kiss. She pulled back and looked at him in amazement. Until that moment, part of her had never believed he was actually going to do it. “The examination requires me to touch the inside of your mouth with my tongue,” the faux doctor told her.
“Far more sensitive than the fingertips,” he explained. It was a bit of an obvious and childish game he was playing with the girl; he had to admit. But she was so innocent, so trusting of the handsome man that he didn’t even need to give her a push to accept it. Besides, the first kiss had been thrilling for her. She yielded to his authority. He gave her another tender kiss, and she parted her lips slightly. Rex slid his tongue between her lips and explored her mouth as she clumsily tried to return the French kiss. She was desperate to be rid of the stammer, but on a shallower level she wanted the fond kisses as well. Her first kisses, Rex knew.
Rex caught a bit of her internal dialogue. “Amber, you have the weirdest dreams. Kissing the handsome doctor makes sense, but the rest of this is bizarre.”
He broke the kiss and looked into her hopeful blue eyes. “I’m not a dream, Amber. This is real, and what I’m going to do for you today is real.” He had already fixed the stammer. But he didn’t tell her that yet. He decided the moment needed a little something; something more dramatic and stylish. He had an idea that would do the Olympians proud. He grabbed her firmly by the chin with one hand, slid his other down to her bottom and held her tight. Amber squirmed against his sexually suggestive embrace, inadvertently grinding her sex on his thigh. He pulled her mouth open and imitated Apollo’s action with Cassandra. Rex spit in her mouth.
Amber pulled her head away from his hand. “That was fucking gross!” she cried and started to glare at him. But then she suddenly looked away in shame. She was still compelled to tell him the truth. “And it was weirdly hot,” she added in a barely audible whisper.
“Holy cow! Holy cow!” she exclaimed as the realization struck her. “I can talk! I can talk like normal people.” She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him for the third time. He returned the kiss and squeezed her bottom firmly. She didn’t fight against that this time. “Thank you! Thank you so much, Doctor Rex. Ha-ha! It sounded like I said ‘Doctor X.’! Can I call you Doctor X? It’s kind of cool!”
“You can call me anything you want, sexy little girl.”
The word sexy reminded her of the dangerous undercurrent of the appointment. “Oh, my god,” she whispered. “I said I would have sex with you if you fixed my stammer.” The look on her face was one of total defeat. “I’ll keep the promise.” She began to weep, but kept her eyes bravely focused on him.
“I release you from your promise. I only did that to see how badly you wanted to be cured. It’s a far simpler procedure if the patient truly has the will to make it work.”
“What do you do with boys who stammer?” she said, finding her spirit at being released from the promise.
“Send them to a different doctor,” he replied, charmed by her wit. She laughed aloud, and the sound made Rex the happiest he’d been all day. He snuck a deeper peek into her mind, searching to find exactly how intelligent she was. She wasn’t just fairly smart. She was damned sharp! This girl might become quite the livewire now that she could finally utter all the clever banter that had been kicking around in her head. She had spent a lot of time alone, reading all the sexy vampire stories, her mom’s “grown-up” romances, and more than a smattering of internet sex stories. She also read some classics. Her forced shyness combined with her native intelligence had created a naïve yet strangely well-rounded little girl. She adored language and wordplay. But the romance and the sex had all been magical fantasy to her. She knew all the words, and could even visualize the acts, but none of it was within her realm of experience.
Amber pulled away from his arms. She needed to move around the room and express her joy. She danced and leapt about for a bit. She recited a few lines of a sonnet. She loved to hear herself speak aloud. She challenged herself with the “Peter Piper” tongue twister. She smiled at Rex when she nailed it. He grinned back. Amber was utterly charming, and she was so grateful to him. He had given her the ability to become everything she had dreamt of. She launched into a Nicki Minaj rap that soon made both of them laugh aloud. At the end, she became thoughtful and quoted the opening lines from THE ILIAD, her favorite classic. Suddenly, she touched her lips and looked at Rex. The Greek frame of reference led her to a connection he hadn’t realized a young girl could make. “Apollo?” she asked, gazing at the handsome figure before her.
“He’s out of my league.”
“But you’re some kind of god?”
“Something like that.”
“Are you going to seduce me?” she asked quietly. “Gods always seduce virgins.”
“What would you think of that?”
“The Greeks meant rape when they said ‘seduce,’” she said, showing signs of a building terror. “I don’t want to be raped.”
“I won’t rape you. I’m a different kind of bastard than that.”
“You don’t seem like a bastard at all, not really. You cured me.”
“I feel like a bastard sometimes.”
She didn’t need powers to see what was weighing on his mind. He wasn’t going to force her have sex with him, but he certainly wanted her to do it. She didn’t feel ready for that. “Doctor X… can I go back to school?”
“Yes, but if I send you back now, you won’t remember any of this.”
“But, I’ll be able to talk?”
“Yes. I promise you I will never take that from you.”
“I don’t want to not remember you. You’re the greatest thing that ever happened to me.”
“That’s the way it is, though.” Rex gave her a hard stare.
“I have to have sex with you or forget the greatest miracle of my life?”
“I told you I’m a bastard sometimes.”
“But why? Why me? You’re gorgeous and powerful. You could have any woman you want. There are women in the world way sexier than me. There are lots of girls in my class more beautiful than me.”
“Not to me, Amber. You are young and innocent and smart as can be. You are on the cusp of womanhood. Your body offers the best of both worlds. You are as sexy as any woman in the world.”
“You really see that when you look at me?”
She believed him without a push. She should have; he was telling the truth. “Would it hurt?”
“Yes, at first. That’s part of the process.” He could make it not hurt, but somehow felt that was robbing her of something that nature intended to happen. It was a rite of passage into womanhood. Maybe later he would ask Mandy and the other girls what they thought about that. Maybe they would all rather not have it hurt at all. “But losing your virginity would hurt if you gave it up to a boy in a few years, too. Unlike the boy, I can guarantee you that after the pain will come physical pleasures you’ve never imagined possible. Now, lots of men would promise you that, but I can actually guarantee it.”
“But a girl and a grown man…. It’s wrong, isn’t it?” She had some conviction in her voice. She could hold off even a powerful adult when what he said was in contrast to everything every other trusted adult had ever told her.
There was still a sliver of the old Rex deep inside him, a part of him that was still the social worker who had protected innocents from exploitation. That part of him wanted to cry out, “Yes! Of course it’s wrong. Let me take you back to school.” In the end, the remnants of the old Rex weren’t strong enough to win out. The part that won out said something entirely different. “I suppose a girl and a grown man is wrong. But what about a girl and a god?”
Rex had put her totally at sea again. No one had ever bothered to give her the rules for a girl and a god. Rex knew how she would respond. She would place her trust in the nearest authority figure, and that authority figure was the god standing right in front of her. “Please,” she said, knowing how this was going to end sooner or later. She wanted this nearly as much as she felt it was wrong—possibly even sinful—but his will would eventually tip the balance, and she would do it. She just didn’t want to make that decision. “Don’t make me decide. Just tell me I have to. I know you can compel me to.”
She had pickled Rex right back. He was growing tired of the game, but he had really hoped for a yes. He did not want to take from her anything she had not said she was willing to give him. He still believed he wasn’t that bastard. “I’ll meet you halfway,” he offered after brief reflection. “I’ll ask you a different question. Human child… are you a willing subject of the god who stands before you?”
Amber thought for a moment. There was wiggle room for both of them here. She wouldn’t be directly agreeing to sex with him. She would only be agreeing to serve the god who had cured her. For his part, he wouldn’t be commanding an unwilling girl into his bed, merely using a consenting servant as he pleased. Amber knelt. “I serve you, Doctor X, the god who healed me—and protected me from bullies.” Rex realized she had connected the dots and figured out why Brian had suddenly pissed his pants in the middle of the school hallway.
“Rise, beautiful child,” he said formally. Somehow, they had found a way around her moral quandary, and around his qualms. She rose and took his offered hand, averting her eyes. “You have willingly chosen to serve me as I see fit,” he said. He waved his hand and they were in his bedroom, standing naked at the foot of his huge bed. “I accept the offer.”
Amber looked at him with fear, and her thoughts were so unrestrained that Rex picked them up without any effort on his part. She was drawn to power, but was thinking this might have been too much of a good thing. She began to cover herself with her hands. But she reminded herself she was his to command now, and that made things so much easier for her. In her most secret thoughts, she had dreamt that a kind and powerful man would someday “take charge” and sweep her off of her feet. She dropped her hands away from her body and waited for him to command her. Rex was willing to be the man who took charge of Amber’s first sexual encounter. “Sit on the foot of the bed,” he said softly.
“Whatever my master thinks is best,” she said.
“You will not be completely passive in this,” he said. “Participate.”
“Yes, my lord.” She extended her arms toward him and lifted her chin. Kisses meant a great deal to her, and Rex was happy to oblige her. He kissed her, letting his tongue explore her mouth. Amber wrapped her arms around his neck. She was trying to become a willing lover. Rex knew she could use a little help. He let a little of his desire for her leak into her mind. She reacted immediately and kissed him more urgently as she slid toward him, striving to press her slender naked body against his sturdy chest. Rex’s desire swelled within him now that he had pressed against her smooth skin.
Rex pushed her gently to her back and dropped his kisses down her neck to her tiny breasts. They were little more than bumps, but they had lovely pink nipples rising to meet his tongue and lips. When he kissed them, she squirmed, not quite ready to have such a sensitive area touched by a lover. But after a few seconds, her hips rose from the bed and arched toward him. Her body, at least, was willing. Rex slipped a hand down toward her sex. He had to use a little bit of physical pressure to get her to open her thighs. Once she gave him a little opening, he began to gently stroke her almost invisible white/blonde hair and then slid a few fingers up and down the outer edge of her slit. She wasn’t soaking wet yet, but there was a little dew gathering. His touches were getting to her. He pressed an image into her mind of a girl spreading her legs wide in acceptance of a lover’s touch.
Amber brought her heels up onto the edge of the mattress, not commanded to do so, but simply responding to the image she had seen in her mind. Rex didn’t have to sneak into her mind to sense her thoughts as he inserted a finger into her vaginal opening. He felt an invigorating rush of arousal combined with fear and disbelief. This wasn’t exactly how Amber Warren had pictured her day going when she had left for school that morning. In a moment that both agonized and thrilled him, Rex realized how much he loved her fear. The fear spoke of her innocence. Rex hadn’t truly equated the two before. He had the power to alleviate her fear, but he didn’t use it. He didn’t want to terrorize or brutalize her, but he now definitely desired that she be afraid of what they were going to do. He began to push the finger in and out of her faster and faster.
Amber began to grow wetter and to make little noises as she experienced pleasure of a kind she had never known before. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” was all she could manage to say. Rex switched his hand over and began to work her with his thumb. She was slightly thrown by the amount of pleasure she felt, but Rex wanted her to be truly overwhelmed. He searched her mind to find the exact spot that most thrilled her. As his thumb feverishly worked her, he found the stroke that gave her the most pleasure. He repeated it over and over and she began to moan loudly.
“Like that thumb in your little pussy?”
“Yes,” she said softly, compelled to honesty, but ashamed at how much she really did like it.
“What do you think I’m going to do next?”
“Not until I make you want it even more than this.” He lowered his mouth to her sex and began to kiss it and suck at her labia. He switched his hand back to palm up, folded his middle finger over his index finger and slid both into her tight little channel. She squeaked, but did not try to resist in any way. She grabbed his hair, and Rex thought she might try to pull him away, but she simply held his head in place as he moved his kisses and sucking to her clit. Her physical response was immediate and obviously one of pleasure. So, he went back into her mind.
“I’m a wanton thing!” the girl was thinking. Rex almost laughed at the unusual choice of words for a thirteen-year-old. She was a romance reader, though. He continued to listen to her thoughts as he brought her closer to the edge of an orgasm. “I’m losing control,” she thought. “My body and my heart want him more than my mind can resist him. He is truly my master.” The fear was subsiding; she was accepting the situation, accepting him. Rex thought it was too soon. He missed her innocent reluctance. He sought to test her limits a little more.
While he continued to kiss and suck at her sweet young pussy, he snuck a finger under her and gently stroked the cleft of her gorgeous little ass, slowly working his way a little deeper between the globes until he was tickling the tiny bud he found there. Amber shuddered in a twisted combination of ecstasy and fear. “Not that!” he heard her mind cry. But it wasn’t an expression of fear that he was going to penetrate her. It was an expression of fear about the way she felt. At the moment Rex touched her opening, she came to a realization that frightened her. “Not that!” her brain said again. “Don’t enjoy that, Amber!” His sweet innocent girl WANTED that finger there.
“Scares you how bad you want me to keep doing that, doesn’t it?”
“Yes. Please, don’t make me want that anymore, Doctor X.”
“I’m not making you want it,” he said, pressing slightly where he had only teased before.
“Oh, god. I’m a whore!” Amber began to cry, but she arched her hips up closer to where his face rested just above her pussy. And she did not move her bottom away from his finger. Rex took a long gentle pull on her clit with his lips and slowly pushed the finger into her enticing backside. “Oh! UH!” Amber grunted and fought the invading digit.
“Relax your muscles and it goes in easier,” Rex said calmly.
“But, I’m not sure I…”
“Yes you are.”
Amber relaxed her muscles and Rex’s big finger slid past the tight ring of muscles at the entrance to her backside. Rex continued with his oral pleasure to her delicious little snatch. She gripped the sheets and twisted her body as the urge to escape fought with the urge to make him drive her further into a world of carnal desire. “Oh god, what am I?” Amber moaned.
“My little slut,” Rex said calmly. A little over a week ago, Rex had barely been able to use a word like that with Mandy when she practically begged him to do it. Now, he used it easily, and he used it to provoke Amber, a girl who had come to him as a complete innocent. Her confusion and fear were like a drug to him. She had consented to be his servant, knowing that it would mean sex, but she had been unprepared for the conflicting feelings her enjoyment of it would create.
Rex could have put her fears to rest. He could have played the role of one of the heroes in the romances the girl devoured. He could have made her feel like a heroine swept away by destiny, sharing a bed with the impossibly dashing lover to which fate had led her. Certainly, he would have done that for a girl he was fond of when he’d first taken on the power of a god. He was becoming something different, and for the moment that thrilled him. He brought her to the height of her ecstasy, and when he knew there was a dam about to burst inside of her, he stopped.
He pulled the two fingers from her pussy, and slid his other out of her ass. Amber reached for his hand, trying to pull it back to her ass. She used the other hand to grasp his hair and try to pull his mouth to her sex. She was trying to get her master to finish what he had begun. Rex smiled coldly as he looked at the girl desperately wanting more. He wanted her to realize how mad she could become with desire. He had known it would unhinge her, and it did. She sobbed with shame at her actions as she grabbed his hand and pulled it back to her tight little bottom. “Want this hand in your ass while I suck your greedy little cunt?” he asked. She nodded and continued to cry. He slid a finger from one hand into her accepting asshole and pulled his head away from her pussy. When he offered her his free hand to ler her place it on her sex, he shoved the two fingers right back inside her tight little pussy. He fingered her hard and deep. He broke her hymen. She screamed but did not pull away, even as her blood dripped down onto the white sheets. He pumped her a few more times and brought her back to the edge. He used his godly voice of command. “Cum hard for me, my dirty little slut!”
He felt a delicious surge of trepidation pass through the lovely and innocent girl as the harsh words struck her ear at the same time her body was nearly torn to pieces with an unnatural rush of pleasure. With a strangled “A-a-a—a-gh!” Amber had an impossibly intense orgasm, touching every centimeter of her being. Rex caught a flash of her imagining that her fingernails had flown off from the surge of energy that wracked her body. She bucked and thrashed and moaned, ending up covered in sweat and her own juices.
“Amber, you are such a horny little thing!” he said to her as she finally regained her senses and looked up at him in confusion. “Can you imagine how wild you’re going to get when I fuck your tight little ass?”
For the first time, he saw genuine resentment in her eyes. “You’re being cruel. It’s beneath a god,” she said.
Rex laughed. Not that he thought her comment was off the mark, but to conceal how right he thought she was. “You’ve read the classics,” he said. “Since when has cruelty been beneath a god?”
“You’re right,” she said. “It was never beneath them, but I thought it was beneath you!”
Rex was struck dumb. Amber, the witty and sweet girl whom he had come to care for, had cut him to the quick, and deservedly so. He felt shame. Was this really the god he wanted to be? Treating the innocent girl with the same disdain he had shown her tormentor? For a moment, he thought of simply erasing every moment since he had cured her from Amber’s mind and sending her back to school believing the beneficent god had healed her and then simply released her. But he still desired her, and he had touched and tasted too much of her to just walk away. He ultimately erased the last ten minutes from her mind, and the effects of their sexual escapade from her body, repairing what his cruel fingers had broken. He brought her back to her feet, back to the moment they had first appeared naked at the foot of the bed.
She had agreed to be his servant, knowing he would then make love to her. Now, she was going to find out what “making love” meant. Rex put one hand on her cheek and led her hand up to his mouth. He kissed her palm and fingers and then her wrist. He drew her into a tight embrace and slid his hands down to gently squeeze her delicious bottom. He could sense her fear, but it was a simple uncertainty now. Not dread, not any self-loathing for wantonness. He wanted her to be confident that this was right, that the god to whom she had pledged herself was indeed worthy of her submission. “Amber,” he told her, “maybe this is too soon for you, but I simply find you so intoxicating, so lovely that I cannot wait a few years or even a few more minutes to have you as my lover. This moment… this moment was meant to be.” He was trying to appeal to the part of her that loved to read romance novels. It worked.
“I understand the mechanisms of fate, Doctor X,” she said dreamily, falling right into character. Hell, with her new voice, she even affected a bit of a British accent. Rex had to find out where that came from. It was from JANE EYRE. She was the young governess ensnared by her love for her stern and mysterious employer.
“It cannot be wrong when there are such deep feelings between us, Amber.” He even put on a bit of an accent himself.
“Yes, Doctor X, I feel it to. This day began with a miracle at your hands, and now it will end with me making love to the kind god who made me whole. I’m afraid, but I cherish you. And when all is said and done, I will cherish this act as well. I couldn’t say it before, but I will now. Make love to me, Doctor X.”
“Child, you didn’t end up being half able to talk. You say amazing things.” He kissed her, and she responded with a warm and accepting parting of her lips to allow his tongue into her mouth. His hands were still on her bottom. He gently hoisted her up and guided her down onto his erect shaft. He was worried it might be too soon, but she had been aroused in one way or another for some time now. The brief bout of kisses to her wrist and the romantic talk had excited her as well, and her body had prepared itself. She let her weight drop slowly onto him as he held her up.
When she felt her repaired hymen press against the head of the shaft, she knew what the moment meant. She looked deeply into his eyes. “I’m afraid, but I know it will be okay. I’m with you.” Amber pushed her weight down and let his manhood, his godhood, tear her barrier away. “O-h-h-h-h!” she cried sharply and clung desperately to his neck. Rex briefly thought of removing the sting, but it was the most natural of all the things they had experienced today. He sensed that she was not in agony, and let her body adjust to his presence inside its most sacred space.
He was glad he let the moment be what it was. A few tears ran from her eyes as she buried her face alongside his neck, but they were girlish tears of emotion, not bitter tears of shame or pain. He was inside this beautiful girl, feeling her tightness, warmth and wetness envelop him while she cried a virgin’s tears onto his shoulder. This, too, was the innocence he had craved. He had simply looked for it in the wrong place before, bought it with cheap tricks instead of tenderness and patience. From this girl, whom he had come to hold in high esteem, it was as much a drug as her fear had been. For a moment, he pondered what he would have done to her if she had not proven to be such a clever and delightfully sweet girl. He shuddered at the thought.
He felt her begin to stir, and he caught his breath as her incredible little sheath traveled back up the length of his shaft. She pulled her head back, and through misty eyes she gave him the slightest little smile. There was warmth and affection there, but also a touch of pride. Most girls wonder if when the moment comes they can take the pain and accept a man inside their body for the first time. Many fear that they may sob without dignity. But when they’ve finally passed the test, and found they liked what follows, they realize they’re a step closer to being the woman they hoped to become. Amber now relished the brave way in which she had yielded her virginity. “You are a creature of such class and grace,” Rex told her, still trying to make sure she knew that she was a treasure. She beamed for a second before she slid back down onto him.
Rex began to help her rise and fall. Even if he had not been a god, this slender girl would have been no challenge to keep aloft as she clung to him, but he did give himself a little extra strength in the arms and legs to make it all the easier for them. Wave after wave of pleasure passed through his body as her tight tunnel squeezed and gripped him. Time and time again he felt it nearly release his shaft and then encompass all of it as she descended. His strength and her enthusiasm for the act allowed her to swing her hips freely and rapidly. Her nearly impossible warmth escalated as blood rushed to her slowly engorging parts. The power behind her rises and falls increased. She seemed to be reaching further and further to experience even more of him. Rex felt as if his little lover wanted to take him so deep that she was trying to get inside of him when she dropped her hips. “You’re magnificent!” he whispered. He’d played with grand words before to bolster her confidence and alleviate his guilt at having been a boor to her in his first attempt. But now, he was not carefully choosing words. “Magnificent” was simply the word that escaped his lips.
He began to feel his orgasm build. It thrilled him to realize that he was going to be the first to ever release into this beautiful body. He checked her and found that while she was thrilled at what was happening she was not yet ready to go over. Many girls find it difficult to experience orgasm in their first try at vaginal intercourse. Rex did not want that to happen to Amber. He sent an image to her of finding her spot and building herself toward her own climax. Amber slowed down and began to experiment. She changed angles, and then made a slight circular motion with her hips. That triggered an immediate response from her. She had discovered something new. Sweet and innocent as she was, Amber craved pleasure as much as anyone. Once she discovered it, she pursued it with a fury.
She began to grind ferociously at the base of his shaft, and squeaked and squealed with pleasure as her new tactic sent jolts of ecstasy through her lithe body. Rex “tuned in” and was taken aback by the intensity of the pleasure she was feeling. “I’m a wanton thing!” her mind cried again, but this time she silently giggled at the realization. Quite by accident, her gyrations led to his fingertip brushing the little bud of her backside. Amber stiffened, but then accepted it. “Do that again,” she whispered aloud. Rex, for the second time today, played at Amber’s tightest opening. He gave her the best gift he could think of in the rush of the moment. He let her see herself the way he saw her. “I’m beautiful!” she cried as the god’s thoughts spilled out through her mouth. “I’m beautiful!”
Her change in angles and movements had delayed his impending climax, but now he was too turned on to hold back much longer. He began meeting her gyrations with powerful thrusts of his own, for the first time, really driving himself deep inside of her. Amber squealed in delight as she was taken by the powerful being she had chosen to serve. She had spent a few minutes seeking her physical pleasure spots, and now his passion was driving her into a frenzied joy. “I’m going to climax for you! It’s for you, my first lover,” she said. Rex continued to pour himself into her over and over again. Finally, just as he was about to explode into her, he felt the tremors of her orgasm begin. Their climaxes happily coincided; perhaps Rex aided the timing just a bit. “YES! DOCTOR X! YES!” she cried, barely audible above his deep groan. She threw her head back in wild joy as her body spasmed again and again, each nerve feeding off the nerve next to it. Rex threw rope after rope of his hot white semen into her. Then, feeling she had earned it, Rex gave her body two more orgasms, but they were gentler experiences, sending pleasing little currents of delight through her tired body.
Amber recovered and straightened her legs, sliding over the end of Rex’s shaft and letting her spent body down to the floor. She turned and joyfully threw herself down onto the bed. She rolled to her side and extended an arm toward her lover. He collapsed next to her, throwing an arm across her hip and playfully squeezing her round little bottom. “I did okay, didn’t I?” she asked, seeking confirmation, but not really fishing for an insincere compliment.
“Eh,” he said, feigning that she had been merely adequate. She punched the god squarely in the shoulder and then kissed the spot she had struck. What she did next struck Rex as perhaps the silliest moment of their entire day, but it also was one of the most endearing reminders of her youth and innocence. Amber gave him a hickey on the front of his shoulder.
“Doc?” she asked, her girlish endeavor concluded.
“I kind of like that better than Doctor X.”
“What am I going to remember?”
“Everything you remember right now.”
“Did you take something away?”
“Nothing worth remembering.”
“Did I do something bad and you took it away?”
“No. Never. You were what you are right now… perfect.” Rex was fearful that she would press it, but she just snuggled in next to him. She fell asleep in his arms. He let her sleep as long as her body needed. It was early afternoon when she woke up.
“It’s time to go, isn’t it?” she asked when she rose.
“Yes. I should get you back to school.”
“Will you be with another girl yet today?”
“It’s okay. You’re not a man. You’re a god. I don’t feel cheap because there are others. I feel special because I was one of those chosen.”
“Backwards. You were chosen because you were special.”
“Thanks for that, Doc.”
Rex took her back to school and left her with a long kiss and a guarantee of a second engagement. He would eventually see her far more than that. She was bound not to tell anyone, but he let her remember everything except his little trip down a dark path. He walked away, content that in the end, he had done right by her. Behind him, he heard a harsh juvenile male voice. “Amber Stamber!” the boy called.
“What the hell do you want, Marcus?” he heard Amber reply in mild irritation—not panic, not fear, just impatience. Rex turned around to see that she was surrounded by the remnants of Brian’s pack of bullies. Apparently, after Brian’s “accident,” this Marcus was the new alpha dog.
“Whoa, Amber Stamber found her tongue!” Marcus cracked. Rex was ready to move in, but Amber wasn’t looking toward him or seeming intimidated by the crowd gathering to watch.
“Yes, Marcus, I found my tongue. Turns out it was behind my teeth the whole time. Where have you found your tongue besides up Brain’s ass for the last three years?”
The crowd laughed. A teacher who had moved in to help Amber found himself doubled over in delighted laughter. Marcus sputtered. “Well, well, you’re still ugly!”
“No I’m not Marcus. I’m a skinny blonde with captivating blue eyes and an enticing little bottom. If I ever get some tits I’ll be dangerous!” She took her books from her locker and walked right past the gang of stunned boys and the crowd that was quietly laughing at them. When she got to the corner, she stopped and looked back at Rex. “It was easy this time,” she thought at him, knowing he would hear. “I caught them off guard.”
“You got this?” Rex asked her with his mind.
“Yeah, Doc, I got this.” She smiled slightly and disappeared around the corner.
Rex shook his head in wonder. He had called Amber magnificent, and he was now certain that she was.
“If you can leave that magnificent girl and her enticing little bottom,” Rex heard a familiar voice say in his mind, “it’s time for all of us to catch up.”
Rex found himself aboard a strange yacht on a clear Mediterranean evening. Like Olympus, it was both Ancient Greek and impossibly futuristic. Hermes was fishing from a tall swivel chair, and the four fledgling gods were in deck chairs facing him. He turned from his pole and faced them. “Jason and friends, welcome to the Argos.” Hermes threw his arms open in greeting, and smiled.
“Greetings, messenger god,” Rex said and the others said hello, or in the case of Calliope, simply nodded and smiled. Rex noticed that as he looked past the god there was a cow bobbing up and down in the still water. “What’s with the cow, sir?”
“Bait,” Hermes replied. Rex wondered for what exactly the messenger god was fishing. “Jason, it’s your namesake’s ship… we’ll start with you. How is your dear cousin?”
“Beautiful sir. Most beautiful girl in the world,” the teenager said dreamily.
Hermes smiled. “Glad you two kids had fun. You really had to push her to get her to do it, but she sure carried on and seemed happy at the end.” Jason turned fifteen shades of crimson.
“Calliope? Have fun with your friends at Ibiza?”
The medical student nodded and smiled.
“Good for you. Wish I could have hung around a little more. I love the beach, but your roommate really wanted to have some alone time with me.” The god winked at Calliope and then turned to Rex. “Flirted with a bit of a dark turn there, my friend.”
“Yessir, I reckon I did.”
“Not out of the woods yet, Doctor X. Not nearly out of the woods yet.” Hermes turned to Penelope. He opened his mouth to address the tough New Jersey woman. She spoke first.
“I want out, sir. I want out.” The normally composed women’s rights advocate began to sob. The other three humans held their breath. They had never even contemplated surrendering their powers.
“Then we’ll let you go. You’ve obviously discovered how unlimited power changes a person.”
“I never meant to hurt that little girl, sir. I don’t know why I did that! The more she screamed and cried, the hornier I got. I knew I could fix it in the end, and I did, but if I have this power, I will do it to another child tomorrow. I can’t live with that.”
“I can offer you only two things by way of comfort. First of all, you never would have done it if we had not given you the powers of an Olympian, and you will never do it again once you no longer have them. Secondly, you are going to wake up in your bed in ten seconds, and your old life will be restored with all memories of this life erased. Good fortune, Penelope.” The woman vanished.
Hermes turned to the three remaining humans. Rex suddenly felt very small and vulnerable. “Not everyone is meant to wield this kind of power,” the god said with a shrug. Suddenly, the entire ship rocked. “Uh-oh, gotta go. Think I hooked a kraken! Be good, and if you can’t be good, be careful. If you can’t do that… have fun at least! See you soon, baby gods!”
Rex found himself back in his new home in the middle of a Midwestern afternoon. He had hoped that stopping himself from getting more abusive with Amber had meant he turned a corner. Now, Hermes had told him he was not out of the woods. He hoped that the god was wrong. He knew, of course, that it was a false hope. Rex had known who he was as a man, but he was just beginning to discover who he would be as a god.
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