The Battered Lamp
Chapter Twenty: The Fiery Spear
© Copyright 2014
Story Codes: Teen male/Teen females, Teen male/Female/Teen female, Teen female/Teen female, Mind Control, Magic, Oral Sex, Incest
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Cast of Characters
Kyle Unmei Jr.: Half-Japanese/Half-Kurdish owner of Aaliyah and wielder of Earthbones. He has used the cure on Fatima and waits for her to wake up.
Aaliyah Unmei: A Jann sent to marry the prophesied savior of the Djinn. Kyle’s First Wife.
Fatima Unmei : Kyle’s younger sister and wife, wielder of Fireheart, and in a magical coma cursed by Ms. Franklin. Kyle has given her the weapon she needs to escape the dream, but only if she has the courage to use it.
Christy Unmei nee Leonardson: Kyle’s long-time girlfriend turned third wife. She was a member of Ms. Franklin’s dark coven and betrayed Kyle and Aaliyah. Christy has found redemption from Ishtar and serves the goddess. She is returning to Kyle.
Nakamura Fumi: Kyle’s girlfriend and wielder of Windfeather. She’s a Yuiki-onna, a succubus like creature that feeds on semen and will kill any man that cums in her pussy. In Japan, she found the way to be with Kyle but was badly wounded in a fight with Zaritha. Zaritha is nursing her back to health.
Britney Kingston: Kyle’s best friend since elementary school. She is a Rakshasa and has sworn to defend Kyle. She is a hermaphrodite and has claimed Phillipa as her mate. Wielder of Waterclaw.
Principal Burke: A man posing as the principal of Kyle’s school and a powerful warlock who desires Aaliyah and her power. He has dominated kyle’s mother.
Sultan Rashid ibn al-Marid: The despotic ruler of the Djinn and leader of the Marid clan. Wants Aaliyah dead to thwart the prophecy.
Zaritha: An Ifrit serving the despotic ruler of the Djinn and sent to kill Aaliyah. Captured by Burke, she was freed fighting Fumi in Japan. Badly wounded, Zaritha plots revenge on Burke and is nursing Fumi back to health as part of her plan.
Detective Donnar: The homicide detective investigating the deaths of Ms. Franklin and her coven. Kyle is his prime suspect. He has a warrant to search Kyle’s house.
Shadow: A member of Burke’s coven helping him torture Mrs. Skinner and her husband.
The Vicar: Another member of Burke’s coven, also helping him torture the Skinners.
Sable Purcell: Also known as Tourmaline, she was a member of Ms. Franklin’s witch coven. After the coven’s defeat, she serves Burke and is on a mission to kill Christy for betraying the coven. Erinyes has told her of an Incubus she can use on Christy.
Erinyes: The vengeful daughter of Hecate hunting Christy for betraying her oaths to the Goddess Hecate. Since Christy serves Ishtar, Erinyes can no longer hurt her directly, so she is aiding Tourmaline in her hunt for Christy.
Ms. Franklin: The deceased servant of Burke and leader of the coven. Also known as Celestite.
Chyna Unmei nee Coel: Kyle’s first concubine. Ms. Franklin cast a spell on Kyle and Chyna, forcing them into a slave/master relationship.
Shannon Unmei nee Coel: Chyna’s hot mom and Kyle’s second concubine.
Alexina Unmei nee Kendrick: Blonde concubine.
Carla Unmei nee Tyler: Redhead concubine.
Antonette “Toni” Unmei nee Buckley: Cheerleader concubine.
Daniella “Ms. Capello” Unmei nee Capello: Kyle’s English teacher and concubine.
Lois Unmei nee Smilingfox: A lesbian Domme that serves Kyle as a concubine.
Ann Unmei nee Weaver: Fatima’s friend and strawberry-blonde hair.
Kayleah Unmei nee Peterson: Fatima’s bleached blonde concubine and former rival.
Teleisia Unmei nee Otis: Aaliyah’s African American concubine.
Phillipa Kingston nee Stoddard: Former member of Ms. Franklin’s coven where she was known as Jade. Captured by Britney, Phillipa submitted to Britney and became her mate, discovering that she is a masochist.
Mindy Unmei nee Stoneking: A nurse at the hospital where Fatima is sick and Kyle’s newest concubine.
Faiza Unmei: Kyle and Fatima’s widowed mother. Was dominated on her date with Burke.
Mrs. Skinner: Kyle’s first period math teacher and Aaliyah’s third period math teacher. Captured by Burke and being tortured.
Braiden Smythe: Kyle’s former friend. Braiden is in love with Christy and makes passes at her.
Corey Derrickson: Kyle’s friend and master of Aleah, his concubine.
Iris: The daughter of Ishtar and the spiritual guide of Christy on her path of redemption through the Spirit Realm.
Tuesday, January 26th – The Spirit Realm
“How much longer do I have to walk?” Christy asked as she trudged through the strange, shimmering landscape of the spiritual realm. Nothing seemed real. Everything was blurry, like a watercolor portrait—bright colors smeared across the landscape.
Iris’s flesh danced like a rainbow as she skipped and giggled alongside the witch. Christy no longer had to walk the path Iris had formed, Erinyes could no longer seek vengeance upon her for betraying Hecate. She had been claimed by Ishtar and served a far more benevolent goddess.
“How long did it take you to reach Ishtar?” Iris asked, cocking her head.
“I don’t know,” Christy shrugged.
“Exactly. Time, distance, those thing do not matter here. They are constructs of your reality. You will have to walk as long as it takes and not a step more
“Well, who made that rule?”
Iris blinked at her. “Rule? It is not a rule, it just is.”
“It’s frustrating. Kyle needs me. And I need him. Ishtar said so.”
“And you’ll get there when it is time for you to get there. Kyle will wait for you.”
“Will he?” she asked, her fear and insecurities coming back. “Can he forgive me for what I did to Aaliyah? I couldn’t even forgive myself.”
“Ishtar forgave you.”
Christy sighed. There was nothing to do but to keep walking and hope that whatever abstraction governs this realm decides she’s walked enough.
Aaliyah leaned against the doorway to Fatima’s hospital room. Over a day had passed since Kyle had performed the ritual and there were still no changes. Nurse Mindy, his newest concubine bustled about Fatima’s bed, making sure the young teen was comfortable while Kyle sat next to Fatima, holding her hand.
Kyle tried to hide his disappointment, but Aaliyah could see the cracks marring his stony expression.
“Be patient,” Phillipa said, resting her hand on his shoulder. “Time moved differently in the Spirit Realm where she was trapped.”
“Come back,” Kyle whispered, bringing his sister-wife’s hand up to his lips.
Aaliyah’s heart broke for her husband.
“Mistress,” Chyna said, sidling up to her.
The Djinn slipped her arm around the dusky-skinned concubine, pulling her tight. “Yes?”
“Toni and I had an idea to try and cheer Master up.”
Aaliyah turned and looked into her hazel eyes. Kyle was lucky to have such a caring group of concubines. Her father’s harem had been filled with plotting and jealousy, the wives and concubines forever vying for dominance. “What is it?”
“Well, can I make a wish if that wish will benefit Kyle?”
“Of course.” Aaliyah smiled, reaching out to stroke her cheek. “You’re part of the harem.”
Chyna’s grin broadened.
Kyle barely noticed Toni’s lips as she nuzzled at his neck. His cheerleader concubine was trying to cheer him up on the ride to school. But it was clear the Panacea hadn’t worked. His sister either failed to defeat the nightmare, or he had done it wrong.
“She will wake up,” Aaliyah said.
“Reading my thoughts again?”
“I didn’t have to, my love. I can see your pain.”
“Is it working?”
“It is,” Phillipa, Britney’s witch mate, assured him. She was cuddled on Britney’s lap. “I could feel the Panacea’s power pulsing through her aura. Just be patient, Kyle.”
Normally, Kyle could be patient. Years of kendo and judo had grounded him, but he was just so tired of being separated from the women he loved. Shannon pulled her SUV before the school and Kyle and his concubines all piled out. Ms. Capella gave him a brief kiss before she hurried inside, while the other concubines all took a little longer to say their goodbyes.
As they walked through the school, his women peeled off to head to their first classes. He blinked when Toni turned, heading away from their Math class. “Toni?” he asked. “Where are you going?”
“Sorry, Master, I need to get ready for the pep rally in second period.” She shrugged. “Guess I get out of math.”
“Lucky you,” Kyle muttered and continued on to class alone.
His passed his friend Corey, the pair nodding his head. Corey was trailed by the submissive Aleah, his girlfriend and sex slave. Kyle blinked as he watched Maricruz walk by with her arms wrapped around two women.
“Hey, Kyle,” the Hispanic woman smiled, her aura a dark red, and both girls pressed against her had bright pink, submissive auras. “I really need to thank you.”
“For letting me be open,” she smiled. “You made it okay to walk around with a pretty girl on both arms.”
Kyle gave a snort. “I guess I have.” He looked down the hall and he noticed a few other guys with their own small harems. “I hadn’t even noticed.”
“I get it. Christy’s missing.” Her face fell. “You don’t think she’s…dead. Like the others.”
Kyle shook his head. “I know she’s alive. She left me a note. She…ran off.”
“It’s so sad. Ms. Franklin was the sweetest teacher. She kept trying to get me to join her book club.”
“Yeah. She was a…” …bitch. A monster. She tried to murder my wife and she put my other wife into a coma! “…a good teacher.” He hated the lie.
“Well, you take care,” she smiled.
“You, too, Maricurz.”
The hallway was quickly growing empty as students disappeared into classrooms. He rounded the corner and groaned as he saw Braiden glowering at him, backed up by two jocks: a Black guy named Frankie Tyler and a brute named Zane Wilkie.
“I’m surprised you don’t have half the girls hanging on your arm right now,” Braiden sneered as Zane cracked his knuckles.
“They had class,” Kyle shrugged, walking forward, his fist balling up. Braiden used to be his friend, but when Kyle started dating Christy, Braiden had turned into a complete asshole. “Why don’t you have any girls hanging on your arms? Oh, right, none of them would touch you, Braiden.”
His cheeks reddened.
“You’re hogging all the girls, Kyle,” Frankie said. “Got to stop, man. There ain’t enough to go around these days. Too many guys have been copying you.”
“I get it. You tried to be me. You tried to get a bunch of girls to fawn after you and treat you like you were hot shit.” Kyle stopped before them, his anger and frustration boiling through him. Christy had run off, Fatima was in a coma, and Fumi was off in Japan. The cops were investigating him and Principal Burke was nailing his mom. His fist clenched beneath the strain. “But none of them wanted to serve a bunch of pussies like you.”
“The fuck did you just say, asshole?” growled Zane, straighting up. He was easily six-and-a-half feet tall.
“You three are a bunch of pussies. All the women at school can sense it. That’s why none of them want to fawn all over you.”
“I’m gonna crush your face.” Zane stepped forward. “I’m no pussy.”
“Then why did it take the three of you to confront just me?” Kyle demanded, looking up at the brute without flinching. “You three are so scared of me, you had to band together to try and find a pair of balls. I doubt you managed it.”
“I’ll fucking knock your head off.”
“Then do it!” He took a step forward, glaring up at the brute. Kyle had faced a charging bear when he fought Ms. Franklin’s cabin. Those beasts had been far larger than this guy. “If you’re not a pussy, then just fucking hit me instead of talking about it.”
Zane’s face furrowed, confusion sparking in his dull eyes. He threw an uncertain glance at Braiden. Asshole’s probably never had someone stand up to him. It clearly was a new experience for the brute.
“What’s wrong with you?” the big guy growled. “I’ll fucking tear you apart! I got fifty pounds of muscle on you.”
“More like fifty pounds of shit that’s too scared to do anything. So get the fuck out of my way, pussy.”
Zane threw a second glance back at Braiden. “Uhh.”
“Go on and hit him,” Braiden said.
Kyle thought that was good advice.
Zane was caught off guard as Kyle’s fist planted into his stomach. The brute stumbled back, a bewildered look on his face as he coughed and spluttered. Kyle leveled a look at Braiden and Frankie, then strode forward and pushed between the pair.
“What’s going on out here?” Mrs. Skinner, the math teacher, asked, poking her head into the hallway.
“Just heading to class,” Kyle said, smiling as he walked towards her.
“Were they harassing you?”
“Trying,” Kyle shrugged. “But they were too scared to.”
A smile curled her lips. “You three come with me. Principal Burke is going to want to have a talk with you.”
“Kyle punched Zane,” Braiden whined as the busty math teacher escorted the three off.
The man calling himself Principal Burke hated going through the paperwork that his job entailed. For years he had worn this disguise, preparing for the day when the lamp re-emerged and he could hold it in his hands once more. This time he would have the Djinn’s power. Irritation flashed inside him, his hands itching to rip the pointless papers before him. He hadn’t counted on Aaliyah emerging into the hands of such a threatening, young man.
A knock rapped at his door. “Come in.” He was glad at the interruption.
Shadow walked in, one of his most dangerous servants, wearing her disguise as the busty math teacher. She was trailed by three students.
“Yes, Mrs. Skinner,” he said, maintaining the farce. The real Mrs. Skinner and her husband, the computer science teacher, were buried beneath his basement; Burke wanted more allies in the school in case Kyle grew unmanageable.
“You asked for candidates,” Shadow purred. “I think you’ll find these three have the proper motivation.”
His eyes fell on the confused faces of Braiden, Frankie, and Zane. “Really?”
“The three attempted to accost Kyle.”
Burke grinned. “You have done good work as always, my dear.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“Master?” Braiden blurted out. “What is going on?”
“Tell me, Braiden, how would you like to inflict harm on Kyle Unmei?”
He could see the hate burning in the young man’s blue eyes. Yes, he will do nicely. “Return to your class, Shadow.”
As Shadow left, Burke opened his desk drawer and pulled out three obsidian blades—the foci to enhance the three youths into deadly weapons. He was slowly drawing his noose about Kyle’s neck. Unlike Ms. Franklin, he wasn’t going to let the youth catch him unprepared.
The bell rang, sounding the end of third period. It was his English class taught by his busty concubine. “Mr. Unmei, if you could stay. I need to talk to you.”
“Right, talk,” giggled Darleen. “Time for some intimate, one-on-one teacher-student counseling.
“Yes,” Ms. Capello nodded, a hot grin on her face. “Would you care to stay.”
Darleen froze, then glanced over at Kyle, her cheeks crimson. “Umm, no. I don’t think my boyfriend would like that.”
“Then run along.”
“Yes, Ms. Capello.”
Kyle waited, a few of his male classmates giving him high fives—Ms. Capello was one of the hottest teachers in school and all of her male students had voiced their desire to bury their face in her pillowy cleavage.
“Are you looking to have some fun?” Kyle asked her, his cock hardening.
“We want to show you something,” she said, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a golden skeleton key.
“Something Aaliyah made. Though it was all Toni and Chyna’s idea.”
She closed her classroom door, then stuck her key into the lock, twisted, and opened the door. The hallway didn’t appear, instead a large room strewn with soft pillows on the ground, comfy chairs, a large television, and a table covered in large variety of sex toys.
“Your harem away from home,” she smiled, handing him the key. “Aaliyah made one for each of us. Whenever you’re feeling the need to have a little extra-curricular fun, just use your key on any door in the school and slip in here with whatever cutie you like and relax.” She rubbed his shoulder. “Try and forget about your problems.”
Doors opened in the room and his concubines began entering, then Aaliyah appeared, a big smile on her face when she saw him. “Do you like it?” she asked.
“I do,” he nodded.
“Now you don’t need to worry about getting in trouble,” she said, winking. “You can have all the fun right in here.”
“Let’s have a big orgy, Master,” Chyna exclaimed. “We’ll help you forget all about your problems for an hour.”
His cock hardened as he stepped into the room. The concubines clothes were falling to the floor, they were such a lusty group. It didn’t take much to get them to strip naked and frolic. He did have a beautiful bunch of women. Well, they weren’t all his. Teleisia was Aaliyah’s, and Ann and Kayleah belonged to Fatima, but that meant they were practically his. Marriage was all about sharing.
He pulled petite Ann to him, cupping her face and kissing her hard while Toni pulled his pants down and sucked his cock into her hungry lips. His cheerleader concubine knew how to blow a guy, sucking hard while bobbing her head.
Kyle let himself explore all of Ann’s youthful charm. She was the smallest and youngest of all the women, her breasts were just sprouting like Fatima’s, but snowy white. She gasped into his lips as his fingers played with her hard nipple before he let his hand go roaming down her body and found the heat between her thighs.
“That’s it!” moaned Chyna in the background! “Pound my cunt, Mistress! I love it!”
Kyle broke the kiss; Aaliyah had a strap-on and was fucking Chyna doggie-style, his wife’s dusky ass clenching as she drove into the concubine’s cunt. More and more debauchery spread through the room as Ms. Capello pulled Lois between her thighs, the Native American concubine eagerly going down on the teacher.
“She’ll come back to us and enjoy this wonderful place soon,” Ann whispered. “Believe in her, Master. Fatima loves us and is coming back.”
Kyle peered into the sincere depths of Ann’s blue eyes. He found himself trusting in her sincerity. “Thank you. I know she will.”
She fell to her knees, joining Toni, licking at the exposed parts of his shaft. His balls boiled as the two girls began sharing his cock, sucking on the tip and kissing each other’s soft lips around his headed. He seized Ann’s blonde and Toni’s auburn hair and released a flood of cum onto their hot faces.
“Take it, sluts!” he grunted as white splashed across their faces. “Now lick each other clean.”
“Gladly, Master,” purred Toni before she almost attacked Ann, pushing her to the floor and licking at his cum.
He strode across the room, his eyes fixed on Lois’s cinnamon ass waggling as she feasted on Ms. Capello’s cunt. The teacher moaned, smiling at him. “I think she’s all ready for you.”
“I am, sir,” Lois moaned, looking up, her face sticky. “I’m growing to like your big dick!”
She was a lesbian that had joined the harem for all the interesting possibilities it brought, such as feasting on Ms. Capello’s delicious snatch. She returned to her meal as Kyle fell to his knees behind her and buried his cock into her wet depths.
“God, you are tight,” he groaned, smacking her ass. “It’s so hot to fuck a lesbian!” He gripped her hips, her ass cheeks rippling as he pounded her.
“Fuck her harder,” moaned the teacher. “Every time you bury into her, you push her face into my pussy! I love it! Go to town on the little slut!”
“What a good idea,” Kyle groaned, hammering her pussy. She groaned, pushing back. “Are you gonna cum on the slut’s face?”
“I am!” screamed the teacher, her large breasts heaving.
Kyle leaned over, burying his face between her soft tits as she gasped and moaned, cumming hard. Lois moaned her appreciation, her cunt squeezing down on Kyle’s cock. Ms. Capello gave another shudder, holding Kyle tight.
“I’m gonna cum again, Master!” gasped the teacher. “Oh, fuck! The little minx knows how to work a pussy!”
“Cum on the whore’s face! She loves it! Her pussy gets tight whenever you flood her mouth!”
“Oh, yes! That’s it, Lois!” Ms. Capello shuddered again and Lois’s pussy went wild around his cock.
“That’s it! Cum on my cock! You love it!”
“I do!” panted Lois. “So wonderful! Cum in me, sir. Let me feel that hot load burning inside me.”
Her pussy massaged his cock, eager for his cum. His balls tightened and he drove hard into her. He grunted, then his pleasure pumped out of him. He stumbled back, falling down onto some pillows, gasping for breath as his blood pumped with satisfaction.
“I have a pussy full of Kyle’s cum!” Lois shouted. “Who wants a taste?”
Carla and Alexina pushed their faces between her thighs, both concubines working hard to lick her clean. Kyle’s cock stirred as he watched Carla and Alexina’s ass wave at him, their pussies winking at him between their thighs.
He had time to find another hole to enjoy before lunch was over.
Aaliyah appeared, falling down beside him. “Do you like the room?”
“I do,” he smiled, pulling her to him. “Let me show you how much I like it.”
Her hand found his cock, soaked with Lois’s cunt. “I can feel,” she smiled and kissed him, her hips straddling his waist, her pussy engulfing his dick.
Kyle closed his eyes and let himself enjoy his Genie wife’s pussy; his problems could all wait for later.
Her husband was in much better spirits after school. He had kendo practice tonight, and he seemed to actually be looking forward to it. Shannon pulled the SUV into the driveway at Kyle’s house, passing beneath the protective magics she and Phillipa had cast Sunday night. With a single thought, she could make this place a fortress.
But only at Kyle’s command.
“Your mother is home,” Britney said as she climbed out.
“How can you tell?”
“I can smell her.” The Rakshasa looked around, frowning.
“What’s wrong?” Aaliyah asked. Kyle’s friend and guardian possessed senses keener than any human or even Djinn.
“I thought I smelled the detective.”
“Maybe he’s been pestering mom,” Kyle groaned. “Come on, let’s get inside.”
His mom came bustling out. “Oh, hi, Kyle.”
“What are you doing home?” he asked her.
“I forgot a file for a meeting,” she smiled. “I’m just heading back. I think I’m going to be late to—”
Tires screeched. Sirens blared. Britney hissed.
Police cars roared up the street, stopping in front of his house. Cops poured out, led by the balding detective, a folded piece of blue paper in one hand, a grin on the other. She prepared herself to activate the defenses as Britney let out a dangerous growl.
“No,” Kyle whispered. “Not yet.”
Aaliyah’s heart beat as the mortal authorities tramped across the lawn towards them. Say the word, my love, and they will be banished from your domain.
“Faiza Unmei,” the Detective said, brandishing the blue paper. “This is a warrant to search your house for any evidence in the murders of Michelle Franklin, Karrie Robertson, Rashawn Underhill, and Lorrie Gore.”
“What?” her mother-in-law gasped as armed police surrounded Aaliyah and her family.
*Let them search,* Kyle commanded. *I wish that any incriminating evidence is hidden.*
She tried to grant the wish, but her father’s restrictions halted her. That’s not hearth or harem, she sent back.
*They will remove anything they find, stealing it from me. How is that not hearth?*
Aaliyah tried again and found that worked around her father’s commands. *Done.*
Kyle stumbled as Aaliyah removed the shoes he wore—her power seemed to know they were one of the items the police officers would be searching for. She concealed Fatima’s spear, a pair of Fatima’s boots, and clothing that she, Kyle, Britney, Phillipa, and Fatima had been wearing that night, then she had the entire house scrubbed clean of dirt and minute traces of blood.
“What is going on?” her mother-in-law gasped. “Murder? This has to be a mistake. Kyle didn’t have anything to do with those deaths. He was home.”
“Just stand over there, ma’am,” the Detective nodded, then glanced at Kyle and frowned. “Where are your shoes?”
“I lost them during gym class,” he quickly answered. “Um, I think my classmates must have stolen them.”
“Yeah,” Alexina nodded. “He’s been missing his shoes all day.”
“That’s right,” Lois added.
“And he was home Wednesday night,” Chyna added. “We spent a quiet evening making love. Right girls.”
“Yep,” Toni nodded. “We had quite a lot of fun.”
Kyle’s mother was talking quietly into her phone, pacing back and forth. Aaliyah walked over to her. “It will be okay, Mother. There is nothing here that they can find to connect Kyle. Okay.”
She froze, glancing at the cop. “Did you…wish?”
Aaliyah nodded. “So do not fear.”
“But they suspect him. Aaliyah, once the cops suspect someone they will hound them for years.”
A crash came from inside and her mother-in-law flinched. “I can restore any damage they inflict. Be calm, Mother.”
“How? The cops think my son is a murderer.” She looked at Aaliyah, her dark eyes swimming with fear.
“Your son saved me. It wasn’t…that, okay.”
She began pacing again, her breath coming in rapid gasps. “I need to call Stanley. He’ll know what to do.”
Burke smiled at the weapons that had been Braiden, Frankie, and Zane. They were his familiars now. He had armed the boys with spells, augmenting their strength, their reflexes, and removing that pesky fear that kept humans from truly committing to an attack.
He wiped his brow, the spells had been taxing changing such unwilling subjects, but it would be worth it when he moved against Kyle. The boy had a Djinn artifact and Burke wanted to avoid direct confrontation if at all possible.
His phone rang, a smile curled his lips. “Hello, Faiza.” Another one of his weapons.
“The police are searching my house, Stanley,” she sobbed; it wasn’t the real Faiza but the construct he had created in her mind. His cock hardened with the memory of Faiza’s screams as he shaped the new, more obedient personality. “I don’t know what to do.”
“I’ll be right over,” he grinned. Another opportunity. Faiza needed one last step to armor her against her son’s powers.
“Nothing!” demanded Detective Donnar. “No shoes that match any of the prints, no clothes soiled, no blood residue, and no weapons?”
“I’ve never seen a house this clean,” Officer Reynolds said. “It’s spotless.”
Hours of searching had yielded nothing that seemed promising. Anyone that had been involved in the cabin massacre had to have been splattered with blood. There had to be traces in the house, on clothes, tracked in on the soles of shoes. Luminol could make even the most minute traces of blood appear. Not even the most careful cleaning could get it all.
“We might be on the wrong trail,” Officer Reynolds groaned, standing up and rubbing at the small of his back.
“Shit!” the Detective growled. “We’re not. Kyle’s car was at the scene. His wife is connected to all the victim and she is missing! Kyle is neck deep in this mess!”
“Coincidence,” shrugged the officer. “That’s what a defense attorney will say. They’ll imply his missing wife, connected to the victims, was the culprit. We haven’t even found the car.”
“Keep searching! There has to be something!” His fist balled up as anger simmered inside the Detective.
“You’re going to need to get the Captain to sign off on the OT if you want us to keep searching.”
“Dammit. Bag what we got.”
Detective Donnar just knew Kyle was guilty. He could see it in the smug, little bastard’s face, in the way he strutted around with his harem. He had all these women brainwashed into cheerleading for him. They would say whatever lie he needed. They probably were all in on it. Some twisted game gone horribly wrong.
“I’ll get you,” he promised. “One way or the other.”
It was time to start thinking creatively.
“Fuck me!” moaned his mom from upstairs. The moment the cops left, Aaliyah had restored the house, and then mom and her boyfriend, Principal Burke, had headed upstairs. It grated on him to hear her moan like a whore for the man.
“She’s just doing what we do together,” Aaliyah whispered as he sat on the couch in the living room, trying to ignore her passionate cries.
“That’s it, Stanley! Make me cum again! You fucking stud!”
“That’s my dad’s bed he’s fucking her in!” Kyle snarled.
“You’re dad is dead.” Aaliyah put a hand on his shoulder. “He would want her to be happy.”
“There’s happy, then there’s getting fucked like a two dollar whore!”
“Oh, yes! You fucking stud, Stanley!”
Kyle grit his teeth as her bed creaked louder.
“Faiza, you wonderful whore!” groaned his Principal.
“Does he have to call her that!”
“You call your women that,” Aaliyah reminded him.
He glanced at his wife. “That’s different. I…I just get a little carried away. And it’s hot, right.”
“Very hot,” she agreed, her smile sultry and full of promise. “It’s no different with them.”
The bed stopped creaking.
“Thank god,” Kyle muttered.
A few minutes later, Principal Burke walked down the stairs, a flushed smirk on his face. “You have quite the mom,” he grinned. “Have a good one I hope everything works out with the police.”
“I’m innocent, so it will.”
The Principal nodded. “Well, you and that lovely wife of yours take care.”
“Good night, Principal Burke,” Aaliyah politely called out. “Maybe next time you would stay for dinner.”
“Maybe,” he grinned, his eyes hungry as they gazed at his wife. Kyle clenched his fist and thankful the asshole headed to the front door.
Kyle sat back down and Aaliyah pressed up against him. “I can feel your lust.” Her hand stroked the bulge in his pants. “Listening to them excited me as well.”
He flushed. As angry as listening to the Principal violate his mom, he couldn’t help his cock swelling up in his pants. “I’m just a young guy. Everything makes me hard.”
Faiza didn’t want to obey his command.
“Seduce your son,” Burke whispered in her ear as his cums defiled her body.
She wanted to yell, “No.” But she couldn’t. Memory of pain and fire flashed. She shuddered, remembering the taste of the whips and pokers and pinchers.
“I will, Master,” that horrible, terrible, false persona Burke had fashioned answered.
The fake Faiza, Burke’s creature, forced her to stand up naked, Burke’s disgusting cum leaking out of her body. She was forced to walk out of her bedroom and down the stairs. It was a nightmare. She was helpless, trapped in her mind, screaming with futile rage. She just couldn’t seem to break the fake Faiza’s control over her body.
Her son and Aaliyah cuddled on the couch, her daughter-in-law’s hand stroking her son’s crotch. Aaliyah murmured something when their kiss broke. “I’m just a young guy. Everything makes me hard,” Kyle answered.
“I bet,” the fake her purred as Faiza cried in her mind. “Why don’t you show mommy.”
Kyle turned and blinked. She was naked, the Principal’s cum leaking out of her pussy. “Mom?” he blinked in surprise.
“Come up to my bedroom so we can talk about your growing body.”
His eyes were fixed on her ass as she walked back upstairs.
“Go on,” Aaliyah grinned. “I know how much you enjoyed making love to her last time.”
It didn’t seem right to Kyle. This wasn’t how his mom behaved, but his cock was so hard, and he had enjoyed every taboo second of making love to his mom. “Why don’t you join us,” Kyle said to his wife as he stood up.
“I would love to.”
Holding his wife’s hand, he led her upstairs. Chyna was coming out of the bathroom and she flashed him a thumbs up as he headed into his mom’s bedroom. His mom knelt on her bed, her naked, freshly-fucked pussy pointed right at him.
“I need you so bad,” she moaned. “Just fuck me hard and cum in me, Kyle. Mommy needs her big boy to make her feel better.”
He couldn’t look away from her dark bush matted with juices, and stripped his clothes in record time. Aaliyah just genied hers away, her lithe, dusky body gracefully walking around the bed to face his mother.
“And could I join?” his Genie purred.
“Yes,” Faiza gasped. “Let me taste your pussy.”
Kyle’s cock grew even harder as his mom buried his face between his wife’s thighs. Maybe if he fucked her hard enough, she’d forget all about Burke and join his harem. He liked that idea as he crawled onto the bed behind her.
“You got a beautiful ass, Mom.”
“Thanks,” she purred. “But Mommy’s pussy needs attention right now. So stick your big, thick cock in and give Mommy what she needs.”
Kyle dived into her wet depths, groaning as she squeezed her pussy down on him. He drew back, then slammed into her sloppy hole. She grunted and moaned into Aaliyah’s pussy, her hips thrusting back. Aaliyah writhed, her dusky tits shaking. It was so wrong to be buried in his mom’s cunt. So taboo.
He loved it.
“Fuck your mom,” the Genie moaned. “Make the slut moan.”
“Yeah!” Kyle groaned. “You’re just a slutty mom!”
“I am! I’m a slut for my son’s big, fat cock!”
Their flesh slapped together, the bed creaking as he fucked his mom harder than the principal had. Her pussy gripped his cock, her hips slamming back into his thrusts. She moaned into Aaliyah’s pussy, her cunt hot and wet, gripping his cock hard.
It was so much more animalistic than when they had made love Sunday night. She was almost a completely different woman. His mom was possessed with lust, acting like such a whore as she reveled in their forbidden sex. Her body trembled, her pussy growing tighter about his cock.
She came hard, screaming into Aaliyah’s pussy, her cunt massaging Kyle’s dick, spurring him to pounder her harder.
“This is my pussy!” he growled. Not Burke!
“Yes!” she groaned. “Yours, Kyle! I’m all yours! Give me your cum! I need it so bad! Mommy needs a big dose of her baby boy’s seed! Squirt in deep.”
“Cum in her, my love!” moaned Aaliyah, her dark eyes fluttering. “Oh, Mother! Your tongue is wonderful! Keep licking me right there. Cum with me Kyle.”
“Yes!” he grunted, his cum boiling out of her body, bathing his mom’s pussy with his spunk as his wife exploded on his mother’s lips.
Burke smiled as he watched Faiza’s bedroom through her vanity mirror. He had cast a simple scrying spell on it before he had thoroughly enjoyed her body. Kyle was pumping away at his mother, lost to the taboo lust. Burke smiled; he was going to ward Faiza from Aaliyah’s power. Aaliyah was a Noble Jann, one of the most powerful beings in all creation, and Faiza was a woman. If Kyle made the right wish, he could rip her out of Burke’s grip.
But Aaliyah was bound to a Master, and that put certain limitations on her powers. She could never be forced to use her powers on Kyle. Only Kyle could make a wish that would affect him.
And Burke could transfer that protection to Faiza.
Kyle groaned and Burke smiled as he dumped his cum into his slutty mother’s hole. “Hecate, armor the woman with the seed of the Djinn’s Master and ward her against his Djinn’s powers.”
The energy flowed out of him and into Faiza, binding with the cum Kyle sprayed into his mother’s pussy. Faiza’s back arched and another orgasm erupted through her as the spell took effect. Now the Djinn’s powers could never affect Faiza without her permission, granting the woman the very protection that warded Kyle from Aaliyah.
Now she was ready to be wielded against her son.
As Fatima lay in the center of the pile of female flesh, lips and fingers teasing every inch of her body, she knew it wouldn’t last. A dull fear was slowly creeping over her. A vague idea permeated her lust-filled mind—darkness is following me. She ignored it, losing herself in the pleasure of the entirety of the Rogers cheer squad. All the rumors about these girls were true—they were a bunch of sluts.
She looked out past the squirming pile of cheerleaders at the wall of the locker room. There was nothing there. No dark, malevolent presence that would bleed through reality and send her running. Samantha pulled her back down, the cheerleader’s lips finding her nipple, sucking hard.
It’s just my imagination running wild, she told herself, her lips finding a cheerleader’s juicy pussy. Things like that don’t actually happen without Aaliyah’s power.
Fatima worked her tongue through the cheerleader’s tasty twat, ignoring the flashes of endless running that kept intruding on her pleasure. Fingers penetrated both her asshole and her pussy, working in tandem to bring her to a quick, hot orgasm.
She moaned into the cheerleader’s twat as her orgasm built, flicking her tongue to give the teen as much pleasure as she was receiving. Fatima’s body spasmed as hot lips sucked her clit between hungry lips. The pleasure grew inside her, about to burst through her body and—
The fear returned, stabbing through her pleasure.
She bolted up and looked at the locker room’s wall. Darkness consumed it. A figure stepped through. Shadowed eyes fixed on Fatima.
Terror filled Fatima. She pushed a cheerleader off of her, fingers ripping out of the slut’s pussy as Fatima nimbly gained her feet and ran. She didn’t care that a tiled wall was in front of her. She had to get as far away from the dark figure as she could.
Fatima’s body passed through the wall as she ran.
An eternity passed as the vengeful spirit hounded Fatima through empty space. She pumped her legs as fast as she could, putting every ounce of her energy into running. No effort could be spared, not even to wonder where she was and where she was going.
…Come back to us, Fatima…
The voice whispered through the empty space.
The terror that gripped Fatima lessened. She knew that voice. “Kyle?” she called out, her body slowing.
The darkness grew near. She couldn’t waste any energy on thinking. She had to run.
…I’m giving you a weapon…
“A weapon…” Memories flooded her mind of training with a long spear. “A yari.”
Her body slowed.
“Why am I running?” she whispered. “I’m the descendant of warriors. I’m a 3-dan in sōjudo. I shouldn’t be afraid of the dark.”
She threw a glance over her shoulder. The dark girl, a gaping hole in her stomach, was dissolving the world behind Fatima.
Her fear returned; how could she fight the dark figure?
…It’s from me and Mom. Use it…
Kyle’s voice was stronger, firmer, buttressing her courage and driving back the terror.
…Face your fears and come back to us…
Her steps slowed, her body turning to face the darkness streaming towards her. She shook, fear urging her to run and flee, whispering despairing thoughts. I cannot beat the darkness. She dissolves everything she touches. She hates me. I killed her!
…We all miss you. Mom, Aliyah, Ann, Kayleah, the other concubines. You’re strong…
“I’m strong,” she whispered, the fear retreating before Kyle’s words. “And I’m tired of running from you. You’ve hounded my steps for…I don’t know how long. Days, hours, centuries! And I’m sick of it!”
Fire burned hot inside her.
…You’ll win and return to us…
The darkness flowed from the spirit of Karie Roberston, whirling about Fatima. She was encircled, the darkness cutting off any chance of escaping from the dead witch’s shadow. Fatima could remember the feel of the yari gripped in her sweaty hand as she plunged it into Karrie’s guts. The darkness pressed in as Karrie’s shadow stepped closer, hungry to consume Fatima’s flesh.
But it didn’t touch her.
Fatima blinked, her fear dwindling. She smiled. “Your darkness cannot touch me, Karrie! I was chosen by Fireheart!” She pictured her flaming yari, the weapon Aaliyah had brought from Genie Land. “I am fire! And no darkness can touch a flame that burns hot and bright!”
Rainbow light swirled in the air spinning fast, glowing, forming a long rod. She seized it and felt the rough, solid feel of a wooden haft. The light grew into a long, straight blade at the tip. Energy pulsed through the light, full of love—Kyle’s and her mother’s.
“I am Fatima Unmei! I am afraid of you no longer, Karie! You are dead and I am alive!”
The rainbow light vanished, leaving behind a brilliant yari. Fireheart burned in her hand. With a cry, she stabbed the spear’s long, straight point into the dark form of Karie. Light exploded, illuminating the unknown. The darkness had no substance. Karie was merely a shadow upon her mind. There was absolutely nothing she had to fear.
Fatima woke up.
To be continued…
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