Part III - 3: The Horror of the Power

"Come to me slave," the huge man said. "You're mine now."

I felt my legs obey the deep voice, finding myself trapped in a body I couldn't control. It was kneeing before him with my head down in servitude, while my mind screamed at its refusal to obey me.

"So, you found my pet, did you? How did you... Ah, I see. I missed something. Well, at least my small mistake was not a foolish one. Now I have a new slave who's powers I will add to my own. I already own your body... Now I shall take your mind and soul... "

If felt his mind attacking mine, feeling my mental shield start to buckle as his strength was far greater than mine. As the last of my defenses crumbled, I suddenly became aware that his commands had a shape to them. They had almost a physical form. My mind barely noticed as these objects entered my mind and joined with it. I was lost in curiosity until he spoke.

"Slave, rise and worship your new master."

I looked up at the man and found I wanted to please him. I knew he had changed me, but didn't care. I felt as if I was a puppet without strings. I was a willing puppet.

"Oh master. Please, tell me what you wish me to do," I said.

"First, I wish you to make your two lovers my slaves as well."

"At once, Master," I gleefully said. I couldn't believe I was going to do it. I felt myself struggling against it, but the need to please him was too strong.

Suzi and Joey appeared before me, and I quickly enslaved them to my master.

"Master!" They both said, as the rushed up to him. They started kissing his chest, working their way down. I simply stood there waiting to be told what my master wanted next.

I watched painfully as they both declared their everlasting love for him. I was horrified as my master stood up and declared he was ready to take their souls. He unsnapped the cloth covering his crotch, and his huge dick was now unveiled.

My master commanded Suzi to lay down. He tore her shorts and panties off with a single movement of his hand. Then I watched has he shoved his extremely large dick in Suzi's virgin vagina. Suzi screamed in pain, but soon was whimpering in pleasure as her master's dick pounded her without compassion.

My conflicting feelings of love for my friends and the need to serve my master in every way was tearing me apart. When my master released his seed inside Suzi, he got off her without any show of gratitude. To him, she was a toy, an object to be used and discarded.

Suzi was gently crying, but not because she had been used so horribly. She was crying because her master was done using her. I felt my heart breaking at the horribleness.

My master didn't stop there, however. Joey was now cleaning his dick off with his tongue. Then he licked his lips and worked his way to my master's ass. I shuddered and became sick to my stomach as I imagined Joey eating my master's shit, but to my relief, my master stopped Joey's licking.

He commanded Joey to fuck Suzi. Disappointedly he mounted her. As I watched Joey go through the motions, my master kneeled down behind him, pressed his dick up against Joey's asshole, and violently shoved it into him. Joey screamed in agony, while his master pumped his huge cock in and out. The screams echoed in my head, but I soon realized they had become screams of pleasure, and that Joey was calling my name.

"Ahhhhggg, Harder Tim. Harder!"

I watched in amazement as the man I called my master started growing younger. I couldn't believe it when my own face looked up and said, "Come, Tim. This is your destiny."

I couldn't stop myself walking up to him, then I took my man sized dick and plunged it into my own form on top of Joey. The horror, the wrongness, the incredible amount of pleasure filled me as I felt my body become the man who was my master.

I awoke screaming.

I was so terrified that I had even wet myself. The most realistic dream I have ever had played out my greatest fear. I was convinced it had not been a dream, but a vision of the inescapable future. It was my destiny to become the most uncaring, evil person I ever could imagine, and destroy everything and everyone I loved just for the pleasure of it.

I was still screaming when my mother switched the light on. She spent an hour calming me down, but despite her soothing words, I couldn't fall asleep the rest of the night.

The next day at school I was a wreck. I couldn't tell Suzi or Joey what was wrong. I wanted to tell them to run and hide from me, and never let me find them. I couldn't get the images out of my head.

I finally broke down in my sixth hour class. It was all suddenly too much for me. I just put my head down into my arms on the desk and started crying. I went for about five minutes before someone noticed. When Mrs. Taut put her hand on my back and asked what was wrong, I looked up at her and accidentally looked in her eyes. The brief contact with my horror and sorrow made her gasp. She still didn't understand why I was crying, but she knew I was becoming so lost in grief I would be a danger to myself. The thought hadn't formed in my own head, but she knew I would attempt suicide if I didn't get help.

She took me down to the nurse's office, and was talking to both Principal Higgs and the nurse. My mother had been called, and she was coming right over. I didn't care. I really didn't care what happened to me at that point.

Higgs tried to speak to me privately, but I wasn't listening to his words. I just said, "you just don't understand," and didn't say anything more.

He went back through the door that connected the nurse's office with the main office. My ears picked out him saying Suzi's and Joey's names. A minute later I heard someone speaking into the PA asking for them to come to the office.

I probably would have stopped them if I hadn't been so depressed. I just sat there, sitting slumped on the nurse's couch, looking at a piece of dirt on the floor. I wanted to just fade away into nothing.

I had hit rock bottom when Higgs brought Suzi and Joey into the nurse's office. I ignored their pleas to know what was wrong, my only response to them was the tears rolling off my checks. I blocked every attempt Joey made to find out using his own small abilities. Once Joey had stopped trying, Suzi ran out holding back her own tears.

I made the decision I had to end it all before I hurt anyone else. Without a word I sent Joey and Higgs out after Suzi, then quickly scanned the nurse's mind for the fastest method of ending it all. My mind was made up, and once the nurse unlocked the medicine cabinet, I made her leave too. I closed the door to the office, walked up to the medicine cabinet, and took the two bottles of pills that if taken together would cause me to go to sleep and never wake up.

When my mother finally arrived, I was already becoming drowsy. As soon as she saw what I had done, she gently sat down beside me and said,

"Timmy, why? Why are you doing this. You haven't done anything to deserve dying for... "

All I said to her was, "I'm sorry."

"Tim. You're not going to die. I won't let you," she said in total calm.

I felt her attempting to make me throw up. I started to feel sick in the stomach, so I began canceling her commands as she was sending them out. Even though I was very drowsy, my mother was no match for me when it came to my own body.

"Timmy, stop fighting me!" she said with the first sign of concern.

I wanted to die. I didn't care if no one else wanted me to.

She realized she wasn't going to get anywhere that way, and quickly analyzed her options. I was finding it hard to keep myself alert, and barely was able to react in time when she attempted to change my mind by force. She pounded me with the command "live!"

I started to slip into a dreamy state. I kept brushing her endless stream of commands away like I was swatting a fly. In fact, I started seeing them as flies, and I simply took my swatter and swatted them away.

As I drifted farther and farther from reality, the flies started becoming larger. I found myself not swatting flies, but hitting baseballs with a bat. The balls became bigger, and bat became heavier, and I started having trouble swinging my bat. Then the balls were not balls. They were some strange looking letters out of no alphabet I recognized. The symbol was always the same, and as I swung the bat one last time, I understood what the symbol was. Just before the next symbol hit me square in my imaginary gut, I knew I wanted to live. Not because my mother had succeeded, but because I had discovered something new.

I wasn't conscious when I threw up into the pan my mother held. I had been fairly close to succeeding in my suicide. Perhaps another two minutes would have made all the difference.

I was in the hospital for two days, one of which I slept entirely through. When I awoke, I found the world seemingly just like it had been. But I had found a reason to live. I wanted to understand the symbols I saw in my two dreams.

I didn't start questioning my mother about the symbols until the ride home. To my utter dismay, she didn't know what I was talking about.

The school insisted I go see a shrink before returning to school, and as things turned out, I wound up helping Dr. Cain (the 39 year old woman my mother picked) more than she helped me.