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 # # # WARNING # # # The contents within this story holds suggestions of
pedophilia, mental abuse and depravity.  Those For those who can not see
past the concept of the border between fantasy and reality, and the graphic
description of illicit and illegal acts of sex, they are STRONGLY
recommended to not read this story.  Furthermore, the author neither
condones nor supports the illegal acts as described by any of the
characters.

   Additional warning for those of firm religious disposition; as the title
suggests, creatures of divine nature are part of the perversions here-in.

   # # # DISCLAIMER # # # For those familiar with the anime of which the
title is a spin-off 'Ah!  My Goddess!' (and those that would like to look
into it) the author wants to make it clear that following the story board
of said anime has nothing to do with a lack of creativity.  This is merely
a testimony to the author's own perversity.  Additional warning for fans,
from here on out, there will be encounters with people not part of the
story or substituted with a different character starting with this
mini-arc. After all, in the US out-of-the-way dilapidated buddhist temples
with a single flaky minded priest are hard to come by.

   --

   "Oh!  Mah Gawddess!" by Arinyes Cant'ari (bardarinyes@aim.com)

   Part 5

   What happened before: Koi Masasato, 18 years old was a whipping boy of
an all-male dorm until one crazy phone call saw him to making a wish, to be
granted by a sexy goddess identifying herself as Lebanny.  His wish after a
little back and forth talk was to have the power to fuck any female and
have power over any female he fucked, until a female by her own free will
wants to stay with him and then inherits control over these powers. 
Something that he has slowly begun to realize is a nasty clause as most
females he fucks seem to have a tendency of wanting to stay with him.  This
(female) narrator has enjoyed many of the problems our (hero?) has had to
endure because of his own ego and careless tongue.  Though the writer seems
to have issues, she would still formally want to complain that during the
mini-arc he did not nearly get as much as should have been coming to him.
The (male) writer would like to point out that Koi has been going through
some changes, and despite exhibiting several mean streaks and high end
manipulation, also been showing a more gentle and caring side.  This
(female) narrator considers this point moot.  Pricks like him should just
burn and die.  The (male) writer has no time for this and abstains further
comment; there is more writing to be done.  Koi Masasato was last seen in
some hidden second level basement after having gone through a ritual to
become lord of the manor.  After an exhausting round of sex, and sending
the witch that guided him to this place away, he found himself trapped. 
This (female) narrator isn't exactly privy on how he managed to get out of
there, but was told to direct the reader's attention to Koi Masasato waking
up the next morning in the first bed he could find after having eaten
dinner...

   -

   Sitting up in bed and dully looking around, Koi Masasato at first wasn't
even certain what he was looking at.  Feeling like he had slept like a
corpse for much longer than he usually was allowed, vague impressions of
having fucked a witch senseless and done some other dumb shit plagued his
drowsy mind.  Eyes still feeling heavy and the taste in the back of his
mouth rank, he yawned wide and idly scratched an itch below his scrotum,
before sensations got through to him that he was completely naked.

   Looking around a foreign bedroom with posters of half-naked men with
washboards posing in all kinds of stances and groupings, his brows pulled
together and furtively checked the double bed for signs of having or had a
bed partner.

   Result; no one present, further signs inconclusive.

   Next looking for signs of his own clothes and finding none, he slipped
out of bed and checked the closet.  Even without pulling anything out he
was able to tell they were (A) not his and (B) not even close to his size.
The size of a couple of sneakers telling the owner had to be a giant, the
few jock shirts hanging from a clothes hanger looked like something he
might camp out in.

   Scratching the back of his head as he pushed it shut, hearing shifting
of cloth he turned to the door to find a golden haired slender wet dream
standing naked with clothes folded over her arms.  Slender legs going up to
slender hips and an even more slender waist, her bosom stuck out with a
C/D-size cup like a pair of bomb shells, about ready to blast anyone's mind
to shreds.  Her face marked with blue ovals on forehead and cheekbones,
while wearing an array of golden jewelry, she looked like a life-size
living porcelain doll that someone had forgotten to dress.

   "Good morning, master," she greeted with a soft-spoken voice and seeming
cheerful.

   That kick-starting the memory part in the thought processes, things
quickly fell back into place, among which that this was Lebanny, his sex
slave goddess.  Unfortunately, a total waste of cunt since he somehow had
turned her into very dangerous goods.  Worse, it left him with nowhere to
go when his cock rose to attention at the sight.  Watching her lay his
clothes out upon the desk, appearing cleaned and dry, as well as ironed, he
stood by idly while she moved on over to the bed to start straightening it
out.

   Vaguely he recalled that after finally having been rescued by her
showing up in search of him, AND the dinner, he had felt dead tired.  He
had just gone through rooms and taken the first bed he could find.  Never
having bothered to dress, he could only wonder when and how she had managed
to wash his clothes.  At the same time recalling the $300 for clothes to
make her fit in better, which she spent the day before on lingerie, he felt
too sluggish and hungry to raise another argument over it.  In fact, he
couldn't even muster the tiniest shred of frustration over just how fucking
dumb the bitch could get to think lingerie was the thing needed taking care
of instead of the flimsy outfit.  Everyone in public was wearing sweaters
and thick coats for crying out loud!

   Realizing frustration was beginning to bubble up after all, with a grunt
he bit, "Sacred Chime," which instantly made another ravishing female
creature appear.  White feathered wings, flowing golden tresses and a cloud
like cone where the legs should be giving away this creature was not human,
he merely wrapped his arm around the angel's waist and bent her over in
front of him, raising her exposed ass, which stuck outside the cone, like
pants that had been pulled down.  Having done some of this the night
before, though there were no marks, he whipped his hand down on Sacred
Chime's fanny, making Lebanny jump up with a yelp.  Just letting all his
frustrations out on the angel's ass, he heard Lebanny cry out in pain as
she experienced everything that was done to her angel.

   Though he did have a couple of inclinations towards remorse of abusing
the angel to make her mistress suffer, the fact that Sacred Bell was the
goddess' other half was just about enough to console himself that he was
just taking it out on her in a remote manner.  Which did have some uses. 
"You stay close to me," he told Sacred Chime, before stumbling out the door
and going off in search of the bathroom.

   Another reason he could manage to put himself over the remorse as it had
gotten clear to him fucking the angel just didn't give the kind of
satisfaction as sex with a flesh and blood woman, he had gotten himself to
regard her as some ghost type of thing.  While he could grab hold of her
and touch her and such, at the same time she wasn't real.  Even
masturbation felt more real, even if there was considerable pleasure in
stuffing her cunt or ass with his 4" rod.  Not to mention that anything he
shot into her seemed to disappear in the same manner, as though it was
impossible to desecrate this elusive and sacred creature.

   Reminded of that particular fact, Koi grabbed hold of the angel and
pulled her into a position to shove his hard-on into her and just began to
empty his bladder into her.  Hearing a most delightful cry of surprise down
the hall, while the angel shuddered when his piss shot straight into her,
Koi paid it no mind.  Doubting he was going to be able to get his erection
down fast enough to actually stand a chance to urinate comfortably, if it
tormented his stupid goddess some more at the same time, it was all for the
better.

   Only letting go of her when he was done, looking to the door on his
right and pushing it open, he remarked, "So, this is where it is," and
stepped into the bathroom.  His knowledge of where he was being limited to
being on the second floor, in full honesty he hardly felt like he was lord
of the manor.  Barely capable of finding his way inside the three-story
high 18th century mansion, excluding some brief impressions of having seen
people the day before within the grounds with his mind's eye or whatever,
he didn't even remember having gotten the deed to prove he owned the place.

   Looking at his reflection with a dripping wet face after splashing cold
water in it, Koi found a scrawny looking asian with black hair gaping back
at him.  Scarce believing he actually was the owner of the building he was
presently in, looking at himself made that all the harder.  A little over
5'4" and weighing less than the average woman of his size, he hardly looked
the part.  Although, perhaps it was 18 years of misery and misfortune in
his life that made him hesitate at the thought he was actually capable of
having some good fortunes coming his way for a change.

   But then, he could hardly believe having already fucked a goddess, two
women, a preteen and an angel in the span of two days, between those having
popped four cherries, and done some fooling around with another woman. 
Still, he didn't exactly count Alexis Trezbony as a victory, as she was
just too hazardous material to have done anything more to her than getting
a handjob and fingering her to a climax.

   Being handed a towel by the angel, he blinked dumbly at her cheerfully
smiling face and frowned.  Deciding he just did not understand the way a
creature like Sacred Chime thought, he took it and dried his face, feeling
much refreshed already.  Pinching her nipple and suspecting that Lebanny
would be jerking at the sudden sensation, he returned to the bedroom where
she had left his clothes and dressed up.

   From there making his way down and just following the smell of bacon,
eggs and fresh toast, he soon enough found the kitchen, which doubled as
dining room.  The size of the room, its location at the front and facing
the porch, as well as the modern kitchen hooked up to the gas-lines were
all ample indication that the mansion had seen some restructuring before.
That not coming as a surprise either, since it had been a frat house before
it burned down, dropping down on a chair he faced the breakfast he was
served.

   The meal being very American - or was it British?  - he briefly wondered
whether this was going to be her usual routine.  There even being a cup of
freshly brewed coffee added to his meal, and what had to be freshly
squeezed orange juice, if the shells of oranges at the counter were any
indication, he didn't even want to think of just how much money's worth he
was facing.  And with 300 bucks already gone of the 500 he had received two
days before, and the safety of his funds from home in question, that left
him with many misgivings on how long this was to last.

   "Is something wrong, master?" Lebanny asked carefully and with more than
a little fright in her voice.

   Looking over the naked goddess, squirming nervously under his scrutiny,
though seeming to be smart enough not to cover herself up, he heaved a deep
sigh and put the issues of funds out of his mind for the time being. 
Besides, a hearty breakfast was something he could use at present, with all
the sex and all.  "Looks like what I could use right about now." Grabbing a
piece of toast and lathering it with butter, he quietly set to eating. 
Aware she stood by and watched him eat, remaining nervous, after sating the
worst of his hunger he gave her another look and asked, "Not going to eat
anything, or were you already trying to poison me?"

   "Master!" Lebanny exclaimed full of shock.  "I would never...!"

   "It's a JOKE," Koi cut in and felt very much like facepalming.  "Why
aren't you eating?"

   "I already ate, master."

   Trying to weigh off whether that was a good thing or not, as she
certainly was proving a lovely view, Koi finished his breakfast before
grabbing hold of her wrist when she reached over to take the plate.  "Next
time, wait with eating.  It gets disturbing when others are staring at you
eat."

   Blushing slightly, Lebanny stammered, "B-but, it makes me happy when you
look l-like you enjoy eating what I prepared for you."

   "Then enjoy it while eating as well," he grumbled, letting go of her
wrist and trying not to think too hard on her establishing once again she
liked being around him.  It was disturbing in more than one way, and made
worse for the fact he was without a female to fuck thoroughly.  His
erection not having gone down, and the angel as well as her mistress out,
looking at the clock displayed in the stove, he slammed down his coffee and
got up in a hurry.  "Crap, I'm going to be late for class."

   "Class?" Lebanny asked, spinning half around and looking at him with her
bright blue eyes lighting up.  "Can I come, master?  Please?"

   A little whelmed with such enthusiasm, Koi quickly got back to himself
and had a thought.  Knowing a mean smile was forming on his lips, he
dropped right back and leaned on the table.  "Sure, you can," he replied.

   ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

   The silver pearlescent coated mustang pulled sharply into the reserved
parking space.  Moments later the door swung open from the two seat sports
car to spit out a tall brunette.  Dressed finely in a suit by Gucci,
pulling out her prada custom made leather bag, she raised herself and
turned around when a young woman in far more humble threads called, "Miss
Sarah."

   With a smile pushing the door shut, car locking itself automatically,
she met her halfway and put a comforting hand on the blushing young woman's
shoulder.  "I told you before to just call me Sarah, dear," she told.

   "B-b-but, miss Sarah.  You're daughter of the Weyland Electronics
Corporation director a-a-and I am..." the young woman stuttered, hugging
her backpack.

   "Just another sister," Sarah Weyland filled in.  "In this field of
study, we are too small a number to be squeamish about who we rub shoulders
with."

   "But, you are so-o-o cool," the young woman mumbled.

   "Sarah at it again," an older young woman sighed, standing between a
pair of others.  Grinning easily as she stepped forward, she shouldered her
scruffy looking bag and stepped in to give her a hug.  "If you want to
avoid these kinds of problems, you really ought to ease up on the dressing
code," she went on with a grin.

   "Some of us, unfortunately, have to keep up a certain image," Sarah
complained good-naturedly, giving the other two hugs and deferring the shy
young woman to one of the others.  "There's a reason I'm dressed to kill."

   "You can't deny she's certainly managed to improve things.  Considering
the amounts of geeks and freaks this campus seems to gather, it's a miracle
we have had as few problems as is."

   "Geeks are too spineless, and the freaks don't get much chance thanks to
the other courses the university handles," one of the other two young women
remarked.

   "Sports jocks and that lot; real big improvement there," the other shot
back with a roll of the eyes.

   The four of them laughing, while the shy one stood smiling a little
inanely, their mirth was interrupted when a guy whistled on his fingers
near them.  "Hey, guys!  You should come see this!"

   Following and going ahead of the guy running back to where he had come
from, Sarah's eyes went wide at the view.  "What the hell?" she muttered.

   ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

   Well aware that he was drawing in a crowd of gawkers, Koi stifled some
of his possessive nature.  Mostly able to soothe himself because he was
more displaying his trophy to a crowd, rather than having her ogled by some
fat pervert pig, in all he could only state he was in a good mood.  Lebanny
was much less so, probably suffering the cold winter air since she wasn't
allowed to use her magic to protect herself from the elements.  That and
the fact he had her wear a lovely blue lacy set complete with garter belt,
minus the stockings, the goddess proved to at least have enough wit to be
aware of being leered at by a majority of the males of campus.  And leering
was certainly done, since the bra's cups were mostly transparent and her
nipples hard from the cold, making her a view to behold.

   Her look of utter humiliation, though, such a joy to behold it made
putting her on display like this more than worth it.

   Now just a quick fling to bury his cock in, and he might actually take
off the edge.

   "Ma-sa-sa-tohhh!"

   Feeling his heart sink at the dreadfully familiar voice and the way it
pronounced his family name, Koi turned to a duo of freaks.  Brawn being the
one to have spoken, he was a rugged hulkish latino.  Looking like he was
attempting anew to grow a moustache, his broad shoulders showed off the
bulky muscles even below a worn down army jacket.  Beside him Ken, lanky
though no less strong, it looked like he had found his super dark shades
again.  Also most notable with his bleach super-saiyan hairdo, there was
something creepy about his pose without being able to see his eyes.

   "You look to be doing well today," Ken observed.

   Having a few choice words in those regards, as these two seniors had
physically tossed him out naked with his bare few clothes Friday night and
left to die, Koi wondered whether his survival upset them at all. 
Suspecting they probably would just see it like a good way to continue to
exploit him and bleed him dry of funds, his thoughts were interrupted with
Brawn making an unexpected move.

   "By the way, miss...  tell me your address and phone number," the latino
said, having stylus and an antiquated notepad in his hands.

   "What are you asking her for?" Koi demanded.

   Turning an eye in his direction, Brawn snorted, "Idiot.  We need to know
where to send your stuff, unless you don't mind us claiming it for
ourselves?"

   Most of it being crap, Koi couldn't really afford losing some things and
hope they hadn't found the strongbox.  In fact, some things he rather come
pick up himself as them cleaning his stuff out would surely have them
ransack his stuff for anything of value.  "No, I want it.  And in the same
state as that it was when I left." Hearing some mutters and comments from
the rest of the crowd as the revelation of him shacking up with Lebanny was
taken with particular distaste, Koi felt like a riot was about to break
out. Not having foreseen the possibility of that happening, he was only too
aware that if things went south, he'd not stand much of a chance.

   Ken stepping in between them, he only in a flash saw Brawn take hold of
her wrist.

   "Let's go.  We'll show you around the campus," Brawn was saying, pulling
her along.

   Realizing instantly what those two were up to, and it sure as hell
wasn't defuse the situation, Koi found himself shoved to the ground by what
Ken made appear like an accidental bump against him.  Next watching Brawn
sent flipping through the air and getting slammed on his back against the
ground, Koi gaped full of disbelief at Lebanny standing in the position of
some martial artist just having fended off a sparring partner.  Pulling
herself up, she faced off Ken and stated quite calmly and with loud voice,
"I am sorry.  You may be meaning well, but I will not leave my master's
side unless he says otherwise.  Resist forcefully if I have to."

   That seeming to have the crowd disperse with a certain need for haste,
Koi doubted it was because classes would be starting soon.  Getting back to
his feet and feeling his prick swell to painful needs when her cocksure
stance devolved again into `overly aware of being exposed to leering eyes'
look, he looked around for a possible candidate to use to get the edge off.

   Spotting someone most likely from his own class come running in their
direction, hugging her backpack to her front, he decided that she would
have to do.  Not the prettiest and with dirty blond hair that was a bit of
a mess, bonus features were her not seeming overly conscious of the people
around her and the fluttering skirt she wore without stockings, meaning
that at most there'd be some panties in the way.  Well, by the looks of
her, granny panties, but who cared?  This wasn't about great or pretty,
just something to get his rocks off or otherwise go screaming mad during
class.  And with time running out...

   Grabbing her arm, he quite calmly told, "I want to fuck you." Without
further ado pulling her along, he looked for an out of the way place for a
quickie on the way to class.  Even willing to be late, he lucked out at
finding the women's toilet to be indicated as being out of service as the
water had been cut off due to some burst pipe.  Leaving his sex slave
goddess to stand guard (and distraction, but no need for her to know), he
with little trouble had her enter.

   "You a virgin?" he asked, not overly caring whether he was going to make
hurt going in or not.  Just a line of questions to ascertain that he
wouldn't have to face some upset boyfriend or something to that degree come
after him.  Girlfriends would be an entirely different matter for the
obvious reasons.

   Not resisting him at all as he spun her about and got her leaning with
her hands on the sink, she just helped as best she could with getting his
hands under her skirt and pulling down her panties.  "Yes," she replied.

   "Boyfriend?"

   "N-no," the young woman stammered, looking at his reflection in the
mirror with wide eyes.  Those going way up and rolling when his hand probed
her furry snatch, she let out a low moan.

   Dumbfounded at how strongly the compulsion worked on their ability to
receive and experience stimulation, Koi struggled down his pants to free
his rod.  Doubting this one would have gotten wet if he took a week by
regular means, he used his left hand to clear her ass from skirt and his
right hand to guide his 4" straight-as-a-nail erection to her entrance.

   His victim wet enough to take him halfway inside at the first go, he was
pleased to find her being tight, though with the girth of his otherwise
small cock, he suspected most women would feel tight to him.  Especially if
they weren't used to fat cocks.  With a little pulling out bottoming out
with the second push, he wasn't even sure when he ruptured her hymen.  The
young woman being of little help as she was just shaking and moaning her
head off, Koi closed his eyes and concentrated purely on his own pleasure
when he started the in-and-out.  Transferring idle hands to hold her hips
and make her sway in counter-rhythm to his own pumping action, images of
Lebanny and his other conquests shot through his head.

   Taking longer than he expected, he couldn't fault the hapless whore for
it.  Despite looks proving a more than pleasant fuck, and not even being
the one he was looking at or filling his ears particularly, it just took
longer before he started pumping sperm into her.  Orgasm being nothing big
in particular or best ever, he did feel his head clear a little more after
he got back down from the spasms that had him bucking up against her ass
during ejaculation.  Also feeling much relieved from the growing carnal
cravings, he let it slip out and returned it to his pants.

   "My name is..." the young woman started, while looking back at him.

   Checking himself for whether he was still in control of his powers, Koi
cut in, "Go on about your life like nothing happened.  Forget about the sex
and me, subconsciously take care of cleaning yourself, deny any mention or
show of proof of having been fucked by me.  Don't recognize yourself when
shown images of being fucked by me and subconsciously ignore me whenever we
pass.  Only remember and be available when I approach you for and during
sex."

   Figuring that should cover all his bases, Koi made a mental note to work
out a more permanent set of orders and memorize it for future uses.  That
making things all the easier for him in the long run, he walked away and
found her getting her panties back up with something of a blank look in her
eyes.  Secure that he would not have to worry about her coming to haunt
him, with a pleasant smile he joined Lebanny whom looked much relieved at
his reappearance and headed for class.

   Once settled, starting to question the wisdom of bringing her dressed
the way she was into a lecture hall with about 95% male attendance, he
watched the seating arrangements quickly turn into heavy crowding in front
and behind them.  Slumping down over the desk and well aware all eyes were
on his sex slave goddess, he considered the fact that Brawn and Ken had
settled on opposite sides on the same row a mixed blessing.  The two being
so old he was left to wonder why these two clowns were still attending
university as well as being in a beginners class like him, the two sitting
with their arms crossed at least meant they weren't attempting to lay hands
on her, plus their intimidating auras were keeping others from trying to
settle down in the same row.  Glancing about and watching the girl he just
fucked enter with much the same kind of attitude as when she had ran into
him outside, he watched her only briefly give a frown at the seating
arrangement before scurrying off to a corner to sit in.

   ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

   Sarah Weyland would be damned if something wasn't way off with this
little asian creep.  Well aware of who he was and to what group he
belonged, being part of the creeps that had some kind of robotics club
going - a disreputable club, at that - she was at a loss of how these
creeps had managed to add a woman to their number at the start of the year.

   Something she had not addressed before, since it meant there was at
least one woman involved with the club that was predominantly male.

   But that was beside the point.

   This creep not only had shown up with a woman with amazing and enviable
physique, but had her prancing around in her underwear in the cold of
winter!  Hearing her call him master of all the bloody things, what
certainly did not compute was how someone capable of tossing a beast like
the latino could be so vehement of staying with him.  Then next seeing him
say something to Alice and walk off with her, a young woman who was so shy
she could barely get herself to talk to other women, she had followed at a
distance.  Though she had not been there when they went in - she only
managed to spot the strange woman in underwear posted outside a defective
women's toilets - Sarah had seen him come out with a disgusting smile.  And
not much later Alice had shown, acting no different than she had before.

   With a grunt of disgust noticing how the men had settled themselves
around the woman demeaned to go about in very revealing lingerie like she
was the center of gravity itself, she scowled fiercely at the sleaze whom
had been drooling before becoming aware of her presence.

   [Time to initiate a rescue.] Sarah thought with a mental sigh.  Surely,
even if she was following some ridiculous call of her so-called master, she
would be grateful to be given a chance to get away.  Especially with the
lanky freak looking entirely too domineering, no doubt she would have too
much on her mind with being dressed so shamefully to actually realize he
was more hot air than anything else.  There were sexual harassment laws
available for women's rights for good reason!

   Glad to see most who noticed her approach suddenly thought better than
leering at the poor woman, Sarah scraped her throat and smiled nicely at
the woman.  Then turning her gaze to the freak with the dark glasses, she
inquired with her best practiced courteous tone, "Excuse me, could you let
me pass?  She is in the seat that is reserved for me."

   Meeting again with clear blue eyes, Sarah was impressed at her playing
right along by inquiring full of surprise, "Is that so?"

   Being hard-pressed to maintain her expression when the little asian
creep turned his head lamely while lying across the desk, Sarah was well
aware that her knuckles were pulling away white from gripping her bag when
he observed, "Never heard of there being such a thing as reserved seats."

   Feeling her hackles rise when his dark eyes took on a little more
interest when he eyed her over, Sarah felt violated and sick to her
stomach.

   "But, if you insist," he went on, about to rise.

   "Whoa, whoa, whoa," Sarah protested, realizing she was acting a little
too quick, but was too late by that time.  "Not YOUR seat, but HER seat."
Smiling at the very pale looking woman and figuring she might be suffering
from cold, Sarah felt good about being able to be helpful to her oppressed
sister.  [You're welcome, dear.  Just get out of here and get warmed up and
decently dressed.]

   The woman smiling right back to her, she said cheerfully, "Well, if
that's the case, we can work this out like this." Scooting up closer to the
tall freak, while muttering to the creep, she made a wave for the space
created.  "Have a seat."

   Her mind reeling, Sarah felt her mouth drop open and corrected herself
in time before she would really lose composure.  Suspecting with the way
the little creep smiled that he had caught it - Asians tended to be pretty
sharp in those things, she knew from experience - she was well aware this
was a do or die situation.  If she wanted to retain any shred of her
credence, she was going to have to sit down and suffer rubbing her body up
against the two.  The woman she could deal with, but that creep looked
entirely too pleased with himself.

   Resigning herself to her fate, she managed to push herself between the
two and hissed lowly at the creep on her left, "I feel something brush in
any of the wrong places and you will wish you never were born." After that
turning cheerfully and pleasantly to the woman with a massive set of
breasts, she asked, "Are you certain this is all right?"

   "Yes.  Was there a problem?" the woman asked, smiling radiantly at her
and for all appearances like she was doing her a great service by making
room.

   [Is she acting, or something?] Sarah Weyland thought to herself, trying
to get some height on what was going on here.  And who was she to begin
with?  She'd certainly remember someone with blue markings like that on her
face.  Speech was about as fluent as one might expect from someone native
to the language, and voice sounded a little strained, which too easily
might be explained by her embarrassment.

   "Well, nice to see such great attendance for a change," the gray-haired
professor remarked as he came walking down the stairs leading to the
podium. Having papers below his arms, his gaze only briefly stopped over
the woman in underwear while he continued on.  Three steps down dropping
his papers, he spun about and blurted, "Young lady, you...  uh, what is
your name?"

   "My name is Lebanny," the woman replied, moving a little in her seat to
dip her head in something of a bow.

   "Lebanny?" the professor echoed and frowned with some difficulty, his
eyes going distant in what was most likely the list of names that all
faculty staff were supposed to have some knowledge of where it came to
their lessons.  It being too much to continuously do attendance, they still
were required to do them enough times in a semester to have them vaguely
familiar with names of their students.

   "Ah, she's a transfer student and new to campus," the creep on her other
side quickly said.  "She's fresh and don't mind the way she's dressed. 
It's a truth or dare thing she lost.  Right?  RIGHT?"

   Groaning lowly when the overwhelming majority of the men at the same
time loudly proclaimed, "That's right," sending the professor reeling,
Sarah struggled not to rub her temple while feeling like she was getting a
migraine.

   Being handed his papers, collected by a helpful few nearby male
students, to his credit the old coot didn't exactly let his gaze linger on
her.  Also most likely seeing the potential for a riot to break out in his
classroom, he took the coward's way out, though Sarah couldn't fault him
for it.  "Well, if everyone says so, I guess that means it's true."

   Feeling the creep fall back into his seat beside her with a look of
relief, Sarah fought down the urge to sock it to him.  A remarkable trait
of the Asian, since she usually wasn't prone to falling to violence until
most other venues were exhausted or there really wasn't much choice. 
Noting the exchange between the two, Sarah Weyland wasn't sure what to make
of it.  However, this new transfer student plot sounded far too suspicious.

   [Now that is a venue worth exploring and helping the poor woman.  Good
way to get her out of her situation without being too obvious about it.]

   ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

   Turning with pants and underpants riding on his knees, Koi grabbed hold
of a pair of perfectly bared hips and shoved his dick into a drooling wet
cunt that obviously had known the presence of an erection before.  Pulling
in the blacked haired young woman he quickly began fucking upright, by
looks and color most likely being of middle-eastern ancestry, he whispered
the commands he had used before in her ear.

   This one was the second he had since lunch break had begun, cornered
behind a drinks vending machine that few ever used during breaks.  Mainly
due to being far removed from the cafeteria and behind the curve of some
stairs, this second one had actually been an unexpected one.  Having
initially come here to find relief from a serious case of petrified penis
and knowing a handful of young women frequented this vendor, this one had
happened to show up when he was about to start on what had turned out to be
a professor of one or other class he didn't know.  Apparently his current
partner having been told to meet up here with her, to stop a ruckus from
breaking out he had just gone ahead and used his powers all the same.

   The professor standing by dazedly while he was fucking one of her
students, he had determined that it would do well to write out a set of
commands that covered all aspects.  And give them while he fucked them to
avoid a repeat of one girl or another trying to get more personal.

   Also, finding himself quite capable of doing both and actually a burning
urge to give this one the same treatment as her teacher, Koi was beset with
a sliver of concern of this kind of surmounting lust.  Still, it could be
easily dismissed with the fact that Lebanny was untouchable by being too
dangerous and her angel not giving the kind of satisfaction he sought.  He
just needed to get his rocks off badly for catching up with a lifetime of
missing out, being unable to get that from those that were closest to him.

   Probably also part of the joy being that his sex slave goddess was the
second spectator to him doing the dirty with these women, slapping his
loins against her lovely ass, he with a groan began spurting his cum into
her and briefly considered giving the professor another round.  Yet,
feeling his prick getting softer and flopping out, he was gently moved
aside by her so that she could pull on her pants and walk off with her
professor, the two talking to each other as though he hadn't just been
fucking them.

   Next looking down at Lebanny cleaning his drooling cock with her mouth,
taking it all the way in and sucking on it as well as using her tongue, he
was mildly surprised to have her use techniques that Vera Falsom had the
day before.  Not sure whether she had read it from her mind or his,
considering the way she did it was subtly dissimilar, Koi could believe she
did it by her own accord.

   Pushing her away when he considered it enough, he raised his pants again
and with a sigh got out of their shallow and not too great hiding place. 
"Just what got into you to do that?" he inquired, having her follow on his
heels.

   "Well, master," Lebanny hesitantly started before turning her head
towards the staircase.

   Finding a balding old geezer standing there in full official three piece
suit standing five steps up from the ground, eyes peering through small
round spectacles at him and Lebanny, Koi wondered just how long he had been
there.

   "My, my.  Is she your girlfriend?" the man asked.

   Exchanging a look with his goddess sex slave, Koi decided to go with the
safer approach and quickly replied, "Yes.  Her name's Lebanny and she just
transferred here because of me."

   The man coming down a couple of steps and looking her over with critical
eye, he mused, "Lebanny." Adjusting his glasses, he smiled lightly.  "Not
exactly up to dressing code, young lady."

   "I-it's a...  well, something like an initiation thing.  For a new
sorority house," Koi explained.

   "Wasn't aware there were any new buildings on campus," the man remarked.

   "Masasato!" a voice called preceding Ken popping around the door to
outside.  "Ah, good, there's trouble-waaaAAAHHH...  dean, sir!"

   Looking blankly from Ken to the old geezer, the coin dropped only
slowly. "D-dean!?" he cried out, while jumping backwards.

   Smiling, while rubbing his moustache, the dean came down the last few
steps and stopped close enough to Lebanny to be practically rubbing up
against her breasts.  Head straight and peering into her eyes, he kept a
light tone, "Haven't heard about any new sororities being formed, or there
being buildings available near or on campus."

   "Actually, the old Falsom mansion was just repaired," Koi told, trying
his best to think on his feet, which was pretty hard considering Ken was
looking like he might be dragging him off in an opening minute.  "I'm the
owner and...  well, details are still in the works..."

   "Come with me, right now!" Ken said, swiping him off his feet in what
could be safely called a wrestler's take-down charge and dragging him down
the hallway.

   Having the wind knocked out of his lungs, Koi only barely could see
Lebanny make a bow to the dean before hurrying after them.  Only allowed to
catch his breath after being dragged into a room that looked like it
belonged to a club with a couple of computers and shelves with books, he
found himself dumped on a cheap metal and plastic folding chair with Brawn
and Ken towering over him.  "What the hell is going on?"

   "It's Bertha Grüzel," Brawn told.  "Better known as professor Ghoul,
since she is pitiless and tends to chew out males.  She got wind of
Lebanny's presence somehow and some rumors that she's not a student here
and being exploited and mistreated."

   At that exchanging a look with his sex slave goddess and only able to
note in his mind all of those were true, Koi could see how that might raise
some issues.  What made him wonder was why this professor cared about it
and why these two were so gallantly helping him.  The latter being quite
obvious considering the two were hovering close to Lebanny, he arched a
brow and asked, "So, what are we supposed to do about this?"

   "Don't worry, we have a plan," Brawn told, filled in by Ken, "You're
going to hack into the school server and file her as a transfer student
into the system."

   "Eh?  Why me?" Koi asked, having little chance as he was lifted chair
and all and placed in front of a computer that was already working.

   "Just hurry up and do it already," Ken growled, pointing at a note
displayed on the screen.  "There you have a valid username and password."

   Noting that it was his name, Koi grunted and just went ahead by
inputting it.  Not even wanting to know how it was that he had a username
with access to the student register database, hitting return and watching
it load, a window popped up stating he entered a wrong password.

   Ken and Brawn pushing in, Ken complained, "They already changed the
password?  Geez, that sure didn't take them long."

   Seriously not wanting to know what his name was being used for, Koi
scratched the back of his head.  Though he did have some skills in hacking,
the trouble was that it took time, and if this professor was already online
to search for it, that would be time he didn't have.  Besides which it
would require hacking tools, which needed to be installed before anything.

   Getting shoved back as Ken and Brawn started trying different
variations, he gave his sex slave goddess a look and could tell by her look
that she was a little confused about the situation.  Motioning to get her
closer, he lowly explained, "If you fall through as being not a student,
while on campus and attending a class, there will be all kinds of problems;
creating a sorority and finances being the least of it."

   "Not exactly a life or death situation, master," Lebanny retorted, her
blue eyes telling there was more.  "But for the sake of integration in
human society and remain undetected, a justifiable cause.  Your permission,
master?"

   "Do it."

   Watching her raise herself and fold her hands in a motion of prayer, her
hands glowed briefly when she shut her eyes before Ken and Brawn suddenly
cheered in a single voice, "We're in!"

   "Out of the way," Koi snapped, shoving the two aside and bringing up the
student directory.  Making a quick registry of her, giving her the surname
Jones so that she would be visible in a student search, he took some time
afterwards to edit the file to make it look genuine when put under closer
scrutiny.  Only knowing they were hanging if people started making calls,
he saved and shut the log.  "That ought to do it."

   "Well, that remains yet to be seen," Brawn mused.  "The Ghoul is pretty
tenacious.  Reason that even the dean tries to stay out of the way."

   "Sure is...  we better go check her office," Ken agreed.

   So said, so done, Koi with some distaste found himself in an empty
office with a glass put to his ear, set against the wall to hear what was
going on in the office next door.  At the same time pretty much figuring
out why the dean had been on those stairs, his heart sank when he heard a
woman's voice say, "...  are saying, you never heard of a Lebanny Jones?"

   "Oh, crap," Koi sighed and rubbed his forehead.  Never having expected
her to go at it that quickly, he could only come to one inevitable
conclusion.  He was going to have to solve this his way.  Leaving the glass
on the desk, he stepped on over to the next door office and steeled
himself. If there was anyone else in there, he was going to be in for a
very rough time.  If it was just her...  well, how bad could a professor
Ghoul look?

   The door ripping open with a backdraft that nearly knocked him over, he
had to look up, up and up to find a mountain of a woman towering over him.
Easily measuring 6' flat and a width of 1'6" in the shoulders, Koi heard
himself swallow when meeting with pair of green feral eyes regarding him
with the utmost contempt.  A hawk nose that was very prominent, make-up
done with a horrible sense of doing such things properly, and black greasy
hair tied back in knot on the back of the head, he couldn't imagine a worse
target than this.  The attitude not being the worst of it, it was her
enormity and signs of being far from into personal grooming that had him
unwilling to do this.

   Good fucking grief!  Even a goddess whom he could fuck as he pleased
without issues could not possibly be worth THIS!!!

   "Speak up...  wait, you're that little punk that's been..." she started
off, leaning forward and grabbing him by the throat.

   "I want to fuck you," Koi blurted, having the words out in a reflex for
the sake of self-preservation.  Immediately being let go, hearing Ken and
Brawn show up and stare at the scene, Koi took a deep breath.  "Lebanny,
guard the door and let no one in under any circumstances."

   "Yes, master," his sex slave goddess replied, passing in between the two
and taking a stance in front of the door.

   Leaning close, he whispered in her ear, "I would much appreciate it if
you could use some magic to keep anyone from hearing what's going on
inside. Permission to freely use magic as seen fit." After that stepping
into the office and shutting the door behind him, he swallowed hard at the
sight of big BIG Bertha already stripped down to her underwear.

   The sight little hopeful, as a single passing glance spotted a jungle
below armpits and filling the white knickers, E or F-cup breasts showing
signs of saggy blubber IN the bra and limbs that certainly fit in well with
her massive posture.  Balance being all fine, it didn't change that her
wrist at its thinnest was still thicker than his thigh.  And then there was
the belly!  Those weren't love handles, those were love containers on the
hips and part of her belly actually folded OVER the knickers.

   While well aware there were some men whom liked them big, having been a
squirt all his life and in general barely able to top regular women, he
could NOT exactly see the appeal in doing a woman who could potentially
crush him like a bug.  And that wasn't even going to what kind of void a
big bitch like this had between her legs.  Fat cock or not, 4 inches was a
ticket to getting lost in there!

   And yet, to his disbelief, he was as hard as could be.

   Suppressing a shudder when the udders were let out, practically folded
flat against her body and at least hitting middle reef, how sagging blubber
like that could still sport a pair of massive hard nipples was beyond him.
Well, massive being in his own sense of size, as they were actually fitting
well within proportion of her tits.

   Another thing that occurred to him was the eagerness with which she was
already taking off her clothes.  It was exposing him to the sight of
something he was sure to come back and haunt him in his nightmares. 
Doubting even a furry would find a bush like that very appealing, it
disturbed him that she moved things right along without any input or
feedback of his.  Which could only mean that this was going to happen,
whether he liked to or not, and he could forget about dominance.

   A novelty, considering the compulsion so far had left women so horny
they would be looking at him for a clue of what to do and an eagerness that
put them down on their knees and grovel for whatever he decided to give
them.  Was there something he was missing here?

   "So, you must be the creep that Sarah was talking about," professor
Ghoul remarked, settling down in what he guessed she thought to be a sexy
pose.  Impressive at least was that she just did so by laying down on the
anything but clean looking linoleum floor without batting an eye.

   "Sarah?" Koi asked.

   "Sarah Weyland?" Her eyes impatient, they kept going to his groin
expressively.  "The young lady you sat next to during class this morning?"

   Remembering the pretty interesting looking girl, though lacking a little
in the chest area size-wise.  Still, she had her own charms that made up
for that, once she got an attitude change compliment of his powers.  Making
a mental note to take care of her as well, he got out of his sweater,
figuring this was going to take more than a quick in and out.  "I see... 
any reason for her to do this?"

   "Considering you dragged some poor girl around in underwear in this cold
weather puts you right on top her radar.  She is head of the women's rights
university council and pro-feminism activist, networking and maintaining
relations with most of the women that attend this university."

   "That poor girl happens to just be the first initiate of new sorority
house...  or was it going to be the only one?"

   Arching a brow, big Bertha regarded him with mild surprise.  "There is
one, actually, and they have homing issues, which leaves little enough room
for new applicants each year.  Just where is this new sorority supposed to
be?"

   Feeling her eyes undressing him and as good as urging his fingers to
fall into speed with her mental imagery, Koi scraped his throat.  "I'm the
new owner of the old Falsom house.  Used to be a frat house before it
burned down a couple decades ago.  Details are still..."

   "You'll need a teacher to sponsor the initial formation.  After that,
you'll need to register a minimum of six members within a three month
period, which are also active enlisted students and have a proper grade
average.  And it is best to be fast to hand in the list, since the student
council will have to judge your application valid.  Also, to maintain
itself, the sorority will have to present a reasonable grade average
divided by its members and show initiatives in creating a better campus
atmosphere," professor Ghoul calmly told, listing it up without a pause
like she was reciting it from memory.  Her eyes hot with glee when he
finally dropped his underpants and stood naked before her, she remarked,
"Can't see what is creepy about you.  You look positively scrumptious to
me."

   Wondering whether that was the compulsion talking or her own real
opinion, Koi had it hit him why he had wanted to fuck Vera the day before
without it.  Compliments being that much harder to gauge in honesty when
the person was under control of his powers, he could accept with the way
she was at present, she honestly meant it.

   Able to appreciate when she held out her arms towards him, he bravely
stepped forward, half expecting to get yanked down impatiently.  Much to
his surprise, no such thing.  Being brought down gently and finding whole
new definitions of warmth and softness, getting his head placed at one of
her nipples, he popped it into his mouth without even thinking while held
in her embrace.

   "I could sponsor you, but you have to tell me what the deal is with the
young lady you were trying to pass off..."

   "It's a little complicated," Koi retorted, letting the large hard nub
reluctantly pop out of his mouth.  "She is transferring in, she just
doesn't have any references that CAN be called on.  And I can in full
honesty say that she wants to be here of her own free will." Leaving out
that she was his sex slave goddess and he had power over her that would
stop her from going anywhere even if she didn't want to be there, he
considered that a need to know.  And nobody needed to know that!

   Figuring it was high time to throw up a little distraction, he ran a
hand over the tit flesh, while clamping down on the nipple again, which
actually was rather of a novel size in his mouth.  Learning that saggy and
blubbery did nothing for sensitivity, Koi heard professor Ghoul beginning
to breathe more heavily, while muscles that were stronger than he expected
began to tense up below her buff exterior.  With some dismay realizing that
most of her largeness had little to do with fat, all the more he was
appreciating she was actually holding him as gently as one would expect a
baby.

   Exploration leading to the discovery that sensitivity to touch went
beyond the breasts and went as far as the rest of her body, Koi practically
started chewing on her nipple when Bertha cupped his ass with one hand and
with amazing skill stroked his cock, proving pudgy fingers weren't
necessarily a bad thing.  Also because she was larger, seeming to handle it
quite well, it was like his dick was sliding in and out something warm,
slightly rough and putting just the right pressure on the whole thing to
send him quickly over the edge.

   Discharging into her hand and feeling rather helpless, being cradled in
a single arm with a massive tit and nipple in his face, Koi at the same
time felt very protected.  There being something incredibly comfortable
being curled up in a ball on top of a hot shifting mass of flesh, even
feeling a fat finger wedged in the crack of his ass was kind of kinky and
exciting to feel.  For that reason almost disappointed to have his
continuing erection released by the hand, he suckled happily on Bertha's
tit when it soon enough returned, feeling a little slicker and even sexier.

   "You really are a horny fuck, aren't you?" Bertha purred full of
appreciation, while stroking his cock.  "I like that.  Small cocks do tend
to make up with ability to last."

   Left with mixed feelings over her comment, the hand that stroked his
cock quickly made it fade from his mind with the expert way it sent
pleasure running up his spine.  So much so that he started bucking his hips
into her, he discovered another pleasure from feeling her finger rubbing
against his sphincter.

   "That's it, you hot little stud, you," professor Ghoul cooed, helping
with her hand to thrust harder into the hand that was jerking him off. 
"Just go for it and do what comes natural."

   Hardly needing being told that, Koi moved his legs a little to make it
easier to thrust with his pelvis and reaching for her wrist started fucking
her hand in earnest.  Soon enough with a groan spewing another hot batch of
cum into her hand, by that time having given up completely on the nipple,
he watched the hand go up towards Bertha's head and beheld in awe as she
licked his pearly white sperm from her palm quite happily.

   While there was something off-putting about the vision, Koi could only
state that he hadn't yet made a proper fuck and positioned himself between
her legs.  Too horny to really care what it looked like, so long as he
could get access to it, he shoved his persistent erection into the
professor's cunt, which had its entrance hidden by a veritable jungle of
black hair.  Despite the bush his penis sliding in quick and easy, as he
expected the insides were anything but tight.  Still, being hot and
extremely moist, digging his hands into her skin he just started fucking
away.  There being just enough friction inside to give him the stimulation
he needed, opposite to the very tight sleeves he had been dealing with so
far, he found himself capable of going at it more roughly without spraying
in a heartbeat.

   Even helped along by her, he felt a certain kind of relief of being able
to go full out at it, banging the bitch without feeling any direct fear of
damaging something and by the way she moaned, didn't even mind he was
digging his fingers right into her.  At some point being crushed into her
while she rocked her hips and rubbed up against his groin, Koi felt his
comfortably hot fuckhole ripple around his cock.  Folded over the massive
bulk of her as she in her climax wrapped her arms around him, he was
distracted during it with trying to stay alive.  After being released and
feeling her being a little tighter than before, he resumed where he left
off until he was yet again getting trapped in her massive strength when she
climaxed again.

   Pulling out when he was finally released, Koi decided it was high time
to show the professor her place and slapped the outside thigh.  "Roll
over," he growled, not even sure whether he was using his powers of control
over her but not giving a shit as she did as told.  Ignoring the large ass
with hair going partway into the crack of her ass, he grabbed a ruler and
gave her two firm slaps with it on the ass that left red lines on the flesh
where they had landed.  "Time to put you in your place, bitch," Koi told,
adding another one for good measure.  "Put that ass up into the air."
Slapping her ass repeatedly when she didn't move fast enough, he had red
streaks covering more of her ass than there was still unblemished skin. 
Quite something considering the size of it.

   *SMACK* *SMACK*

   "Higher!"

   *SMACK*

   "Shoulders to the floor!"

   Barking orders and smacking her ass, Koi noticed that pussy juices were
soon drooling from her bush.  Scarce believing the bitch got off on getting
the shit smacked out of her ass, he saw no reason to hold back and kept up
the barrage until she actually came.  Feeling quite flustered and hot from
all the exertions of laying it on her, with adrenaline coursing through him
he felt even hornier than before and got up behind her.

   Spreading his legs wide and sinking through them, he felt the heat of
her battered backside under his hand with which he leaned on top of her and
mounted her like some monkeys he had watched do.

   Finding her a little tighter than before, but not by much, holding his
raised position as he started humping away made it matter little as he
could feel the topside of his shaft and glans rubbing against her vaginal
wall.  And because he was rubbing against it, he could feel it ripple
whenever her muscles jerked.  After a ten minute hump and intense
sensations, Koi finally felt the eruption coming that he had been working
up to and with a loud grunt started filling her up.

   Stumbling back after he was done and being pulled into her arms when she
turned about and caught him before he fell, Koi rested his head against her
chest and snoozed for a time.

   Coming around all snuggled up and cozy in a warm embrace, realization
kicked in of what he had been doing and who he had been doing it with. 
Along with that the heart stopping dawning awareness that once again
control of his powers had gone, with dread he followed this awareness to
the one whom currently had it and groaned softly when it invariably led to
the massive mountain of flesh he was drifting on.

   "Awake already?" professor Ghoul asked and sounding impressed as well as
very pleased.  "Guess that means those urban legends about Asians being
extremely resilient are true after all," she purred full of delight, while
tracing a finger over his arm.

   Laughing nervously and realizing he might be in deeper than could be
considered healthy, Koi tried to figure out a way to regaining his powers.
Doubting that there was anything he could say or do to get it back before
she had killed him, especially in this close proximity, he resigned himself
to the only other way he could think of.  "Could I get control over my
powers back?"

   "Control of your powers?" the naked giantess asked and laughed heartily.
"Sure you can," she lisped, while grabbing him by the chin and shaking his
head about.  Letting out another laugh, she added with a sigh, "After you
gave me a few more fucks like that." Almost giggling when her hand found
his cock being stiff as before, Bertha said full of glee, "Just show this
bitch her place some more, and I'll help you in whatever way I can."

   Wanting to cry out loud and clear in horror, Koi had to settle with a
little whimper since he had the wind crushed out of him when she grappled
him in another stranglehold.  At the same time his mind in disarray, one
thing unfortunately was very clear to him.

   This was NOT going to be pretty.

   Koi Masasato; 18 year old school record forger, learning there is no
such thing as crimes going unpunished.

   ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

   Walking around the building after classes finally finished, Sarah
Weyland was mostly lost in thought.  The creep having been absent, as well
as the young woman, she considered it a hopeful sign that things had worked
out well.  [Score another one for women's rights.] Sarah thought with a
pleased smile and praised herself on having been able to help out another
sister in need.  From this point...

   "You don't look too well, master," a voice commented that had her freeze
up.  That followed by watching the young woman still in underwear, though
seeming to not notice the cold at all, step out beside the creep whom was
looking like he might turn green at the gills, Sarah blinked and felt her
brows rise.  The view of the creep slumping over and really appear the
worse for wear was pleasant; the fact the two were walking out unescorted
and together was anything but!  [Just what the hell is going on here?]

   Considering the wearing of high heels while she rushed up to the
professor's office actually have several disadvantages at a time like this,
she burst into the office to the presence of a very cheery professor Grüzel
turning in her chair with a wide smile.  This kind of behavior was so far
out of character, it made Sarah stagger several steps back before she
regained her composure.

   "Ah, Sarah, dear," she greeted, not seeming to mind her reaction and
smiled wide.  "It looks like everything checks out after all."

   Feeling her eye twitch at the sight of such a happy professor, Sarah
Weyland wondered what exactly the creep had done to bring about this
change. [Just you wait, you little bastard.] she thought full of rising
fury and balled her hand to a tight fist.  [I'm one woman you won't get to
jump to your tune!]
   To be continued...