Chapter 1 : the greatest accident of his life

Frederic Fromthefield relaxed in his business class seat. "It's great having a grandpa who's rich" he thought. It's a little unusual for a 15-year-old to travel alone, but for once his older sister agreed with his grandfather. She just had too much work at home and at work. He took off 15 minutes ago at LA airport, and he was now flying over the big Pacific Ocean. He connected his laptop to the telephone socket in his chair and after checking his power connection to the socket; he slaughtered the computer in a game of Doom. After some time he got tired and started an adventure game. He was just about to enter the secret password the maid give him after he caught her in bed with the butler, so he could enter the secret cave under the house, when the plane started jerking up and down. He heard the dong from the light saying: 'fasten seatbelts'. He disconnected his laptop and fastened his seatbelts. "Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We have everything under control". Somehow, this didn't make him feel any better. He looked trough the window and what he saw made him look white. The plane was falling; he could see it as the clouds passed by. "We're falling!" he shouted, pointing at the window. Everybody looked at the windows and panic broke out, as everybody came to the same conclusion Frederic had. Frederic started preparing himself for impact. Being a kid with an IQ off the scale, he had prepared himself for such events. There was one thing his mind couldn't control: his 'wanting' to keep his laptop with him. His mind yelled:" you can't keep it with you", but his heart yelled" keep it, it's YOURS". His laptop was the only thing he was willing to fight for to defend. Being a genius got him bullied a lot and he had already lost a fortune on school material. All this ran through his mind as the plane kept falling. ""Everybody, when I say 'duck' everybody bend over, and put your arms around your knees, OK?" The calm voice of the captain reassured most people on the plane. Frederic calculated to keep his worries away.

"An altitude of 10.000 meters, speed of 835 kilometers an hour, gravity of 7.6 km per kilogram per meter means..." It took him 3 seconds to calculate. "We will come down in approximately 10 seconds" he silently counted he didn't even heard the 'duck' from the captain. "3 - 2 - 1." Frederic bent over, his laptop between his upper body and his legs. The smack was harder than he imagined. The plane skipped the water and became the fastest speedboat ever. It glided for over 5 kilometers and stopped, or better crashed, into an island.

45 minutes later the survivors looked at the remnants of the plane. 10 people were dead, 25 were wounded and the other 110 people were only slightly injured, or had no wounds whatsoever. Frederic gently rubbed his knees. He had pressed too hard on his laptop, so they got bruised. Fortunately, his laptop was in OK condition. After he helped the other people build a hut, which under his and an engineer's guidance became a very habitable place, he went exploring "in search of food, and a source for drinkable water" he had told them, but is was merely to satisfy his curiosity.

He was positive this was an uncharted island, since there was no indication of pollution, or any other human activity. After wandering around for some time he found a cave. His curiosity got the better hand and he entered. Gently, foot after foot, he walked inside. Soon, after maybe 100 meters, it was completely dark, so he turned around and made himself a torch, using the old trick of rubbing sticks together. After 15 minutes of wandering in the dark, the cave made a turn left, he followed and at the end of the hall was the most beautiful stone he had ever seen. It was shining blue light, although his torch did not give much light. He touched it, and at that moment he felt a tremendous surge of power run through him. He wasn't expecting this, so he withdrew, immediately followed by a feeling of disappointment and missing, like he lost an arm or a leg. He picked up the stone and immediately he felt strong, powerful and just, plain good. He started walking out the cave, when he noticed markings on the wall. "Strange, I didn't notice those when I entered." he thought. Because of his genius and with some help from the stone (more than his genius!) he quickly translated the writing.

"The blue stone of the phalanx wields great power. It gives his bearer the power of telekinesis, telepathy and mental control. BEWARE; should the stone ever be removed from its bearer's possession, its power will transfer to its new owner. To make sure this doesn't happen, find the red and green stones of the phalanx, the red giving to power of healing and more, the green giving the power of bodily reshape and more. When all 3 stones are united, they will release the power of all matter and anti-matter, to shape and mold, as you like. With these powers, you can integrate the stones into you body, to make sure they are not to be stolen."

"Cool thing" Frederic thought. He walked out the cave. He quickly found water and went to the camp. He told them where to find water and they all thanked him, filling him with grave joy. After a couple of days on the island, Frederic had mastered his new powers. He had noticed he could influence them, but only now could he willingly give them orders. The first thing he did was taking a young girl, named Jennifer, into the woods. They talked a little. "How old are you Jennie?"

"I'm 12, how old are you?"

"15, Jennie. Do you know you are a pretty attractive lady?" This was true. Jennifer was very beautiful. She already wore a training bra, she had long chestnut hear and had a very pretty face.

" Thank you, Fred"

"You're welcome Jennie. Do you know how children are made?"

"Mum and Dad talked about it, but I think it's dirty, a penis and a vagina? What if he pissed inside me?"

"That won't happen, Jennie. You see..." the best he could to a 12-year-old, he explained about the prostate.

"Now I understand. You know, this talk made me feel strange."

"Strange?" Frederic wasn't surprised at all, he had just given her a simple urge to be extremely horny and obey his wishes.

" Yes, my vag- cunt is wet and my nipples are poking in my bra."

"You're not feeling strange, you're just horny. That means you are ready to heave sex."

"Are you ready to have sex too?"

"Yes, my cock is hard."

"Please have sex with me."

"What about your mother?"

"Screw her, fuck me, fuck your little whore, fuck me lame" Frederic's cock could explode when he heard her talk dirty like that. He used telekinesis to rip off her clothes while he got out of his. He pushed her to the ground and positioned his 15 centimeters at her pussy. "This is going to hurt."