Chapter 1: A Bit of Help

Laura woke with a gasp. Her naked body shivered, her skin damp with sweat and in the chill air of the Omega Xi sorority house. In the throes of her tossing and turning she must have kicked off her blankets so she quickly grabbed them up again and wrapped her body in an attempt to ward off the cold. Snoring softly beside her, Natalie seemed undisturbed by Laura's nightmares. As the dream faded into reality, she took a deep, cleansing breath and sorted through all that had just happened:

Last night, as they were about to begin their second straight evening of celebration of Brittany's downfall, their party got crashed by that wacked-out boy, David. The night of celebration had turned tragic with David's unreal assault on E'dan, the big guy's subsequent heart attack, and that poor girl being thrown into traffic. E'dan was a trained killer with reflexes like a cat and the strength of a bear ... but David manhandled him like he was nothing more than mouse. Laura knew that only someone with powers like her master could have done that.

Since she'd come to know Gregg, she'd learned through experience that his wrath was something to be feared. But in all her experiences with him, she'd never seen the level of ire nor the degree of sadness in his eyes like when they left E'dan and Christine in the hospital. Her master, Heather, and Emily had gotten a brief reuniting with Brian there, but the poor boy seemed not much more than an empty shell.

She knew.

She knew that night that Gregg was going to kill. His beautiful, perfect soul would have blood on its hands. And there was nothing she could do to help him. Or so she thought.

If not for the past two straight days of celebration, the horrid memory of the evening's events wouldn't have let her fall asleep. But there were limits to a body's endurance. Even someone as fit and toned as she was couldn't fight the exhaustion brought about by more than 24 hours of Bacchanalian feasting of food and flesh.

Through the darkness of her sleep, she heard a voice. A woman's voice. A voice pleading for help. A voice whose call could not be ignored. A regal voice filled with command and desperation.

Laura opened her eyes in the dream. She was on campus. David was holding her master aloft, beating him senseless, reveling in his domination. She knew she could not fight him. She had never been a fighter ... just a seductress. A seductress at her best — a whore at her worst. But thoughts of self-pity did nothing to help her master and there was nothing more important at the moment. Walking to confront her master's tormentor she prepared to sacrifice all to save the only thing in this world she'd come to truly cherish.

Her bare feet made no sound as she approached. In the back of her mind she noticed that the grass and the concrete sidewalks both felt the same — like nothing. She looked down and saw that she was naked. So much the better.

"No ... It can't be," she heard her master whisper, feeling his half-dead eyes follow her across the quad, fear and sadness choking his voice. Laura couldn't look at him. She couldn't bear to see his face this final time. In a few moments it would be over and he'd be safe.

"No, you can't be here..." Gregg rasped softly ... desperately. It was almost enough to make Laura falter. In his pleading voice she could hear his concern for her — concern none had ever shown for her safety and well-being. A fountain of love burst within her, steeling her for what she was about to do. He had saved her soul ... she would save his life. Step by step, she approached David, her eyes not seeing anything or anyone else anymore. She faced her master's tormentor and knelt before him, directly between him and Gregg.

"What's this, Gregg?" David asked amusedly. "Free pussy delivery?"

"Please don't hurt my Master," Laura's strangely hollow voice said. Laura didn't give it much thought. Perhaps she only sounded brave in her mind. "I give myself freely to you, but don't hurt him."

"HA! I appreciate the offer you gorgeous little cunt ... but in a few moments, you'll be mine anyway." David stepped to Laura's side, intent on finishing Gregg.

Rage filled Laura. She closed her eyes and summoned her courage. When she opened them, she found herself again kneeling in David's path, somehow translocated there in the blink of an eye.

He stopped short. "Get out of my way Bitch! I said no!" David swung his hand as if to bash her in the head, but he was thrown off balance when his hand went right through her.

He stumbled to the ground, falling through her own phantasmal form. Laura cried in desperation, realizing that for whatever reason, there was nothing she could do to stop him. At best she bought him a few seconds. She looked over at her master desperately. There were shapes moving around, shapes she recognized. With a clarity that surprised her, she knew that there was one last task she must do.

She closed her eyes again and when they opened, she was standing in front of the fountain. Her master was bloody and beaten. But there was one thing she could give — Hope.

"We're here, Gregg," she said, but Gregg recoiled in horror. Laura didn't know why, but her appearance seemed to frighten him. After a second or two, Gregg's horror turned curious, he stared at her ... through her. Some realization appeared on his face. Laura looked up and saw two beautiful figures approaching the fountain. Behind her, she heard the crack of a whip and the neighing of a horse in the distance.

Gregg's friends had come to help. Laura was satisfied that she had been allowed to play some small role, that she was able to help her master. David's cries behind her gave truth to her knowledge that her master wasn't alone.

Her master had work to do. It was time for her to leave. She filled her smile with all the love she could muster, and with a single thought — disappeared.

While she didn't know for certain the outcome of the battle, her heart wouldn't accept any other finale than the one in which her master triumphed. She knew that if Gregg had been defeated, there'd be another she'd call master. But there was no such pull, no change in who she felt she belonged to. Her master had won, she was sure of it! The bedroom was cold, but now she was getting hot and bothered beneath the covers. Tonight her master vanquished his foe and his heart was free from worry ... and she had played a small role.

Worming herself back out from beneath the covers, Laura turned onto her stomach and thrust her hand beneath her hips. She ground against the bed and her fingers as she began reliving her favorite memory. It was her fantasy of default and one that never failed to bring about the most intense orgasms. She saw herself in Gregg's apartment. It was the night she submitted herself fully to him. The night she had sworn she was his. The night she was free from her old self.

As her fingers quickly brought her off to first one then another satisfying climax, Laura took a second to open her eyes. So lost was she in her own pleasure that she didn't notice that her bedmate and sorority sister, Natalie, had been woken by the bed's shaking. Natalie was watching silently, but intently, her good arm — the one not wrapped in a cast — was working feverishly beneath the covers.

Laura's eyes smoldered at the shapely blonde beside her. At one time Natalie was her pledge, seeking guidance and approval from Laura in order to gain full admission into Omega Xi's elite rolls. But then in the girl's own quest for power and prestige, Natalie betrayed Laura to Brittany, OX's then-president. It ended up being her biggest mistake ... and also her salvation. Unbeknownst to her, Laura had already given herself completely to Gregg, and Natalie's strike was as ill-conceived as it was ill-timed. As much a victim of Laura's vengeful personality as Gregg's magic, the ever-conniving Natalie was cast as Laura's slave, a gift to Laura from her master — payback for what Natalie had done. But to Gregg's surprise, Natalie fell into her new role as slave to Laura far more easily than could be explained simply by his powers. Either way, she was now enraptured as much by Laura as Laura was by Gregg.