My Awakening

My Awakening

 

Part 6

 

I woke up the next morning to the sound of my doorbell. It was being rung repeatedly, though I wasn't quite aware of the time between each ring. I got out of bed and put on my boxers. Slut was cuddling up to the goth girl, who was still laying as when I made her go to sleep the night before. Or early that morning. Yeah. I made my way down the stairs to the door. There was a man's silhouette on the shade on the door's window. I got to the door and opened it. It was my father.

He was dressed in the same manner as he was in my memories, but he was shorter. No, I was taller. Things were getting less foggy. He was in a business suit, and had a stupid grin on his face. His hair was short and combed like a news reporter's. He just kept looking at me. What was he doing here? Why had he come back here after... ten? ... No, I was in first grade, it's been sixteen years. He looked exactly the same. No grey, no wrinkles, no unsightly nose hairs, nothing. I punched him.

The whole event happened before I realized that it had. My hand was in pain, and he fell one step back with his head to the side.  He took his position back where he was, and said, "I'm sorry I've been gone this whole time, son, but I've been busy. You'll understand after we eat some breakfast."

"You have no right to be here, father." I began, "You left when I was a small child. You left my mother all alone to raise me. You took no part in my life greater than to see that I was born, and you left soon after!"

"Son, I'm about to tell you some things you're going to have to be sitting for. If you're anything like I was at your age, there's a couple girls here who would be more than happy to cook us some breakfast. I'd wager one of them is a police woman. I understand your anger. I'd be angry, too. If you want, I'll leave after we talk, but we absolutely must talk."

"What do you know about 'a couple girls'?"

"Son, let's talk over some eggs and toast."

I let my father in and had him sit at the dinning room table. I told him I'd be back with my cook and headed down to the basement. On my way, I checked the time on a wall clock. It was eight o'clock in the morning. I got down to the basement, where the police woman was sleeping on the pool table. She was still spread out, with each hand and foot over a corner pocket. I lightly shook her awake.

"Slave, do you know how to cook well?"

She sat up on the table with the blanket falling around her waist, she leaned back on her arms. Her tits had huge blue/green splotches all over them. "Yes, Master. I've been living by myself for a while, and have gotten quite good at cooking. Do you want some breakfast?"

"Yes. Follow me up to the kitchen and make a breakfast for both me and my father." I turned to go up the stairs, and she got off the table and began following me.

"Master, I'm nude. Shouldn't I dress for your family?"

"No. I have a feeling he already knows about the status of our relationship. I also think he's here to elucidate something relevant to it, though I don't know what."

"Yes, Master."

From the flight of stairs from the room to the garage, you immediately enter the kitchen. Past the kitchen is the dinning room. My father was in the far chair, and looked up from some paper work he had apparently brought with him in his briefcase. As he saw me, he looked past me. When the police woman came into view, I could see him grin and get a curious look on his face. He looked back to me, and motioned towards her midsection with his eyes and a slight nod of his head. I presumed he was questioning me about the state of her tits. I sat down across from him, and the police woman began looking around the kitchen for what she needed to start her task.

"I honestly don't know how to begin explaining that, father. I was hoping you were here to fill me in."

"You mean you did not do that to her, or have someone else do it to her?"

"Well, I had her do it to herself. I don't really know why, though. Last nigh..."

"Master, what would you and your father like to drink?" I heard her ask from behind me.

I turned to look at her, but before I could say anything, I heard my father say, "Get me some orange juice, sweety." She was next to the fridge with two glasses, and she was trying her best to cover herself up with her arms and the positioning of her legs while still doing her best job with service. She opened the fridge, which also gave her a small door to hide behind for a moment.

"I'll have some milk." I said to her. "You have nothing to hide in front of my father, so stop trying."

She finished poring the two glasses full and shut the door, moving so that she was not covering herself. Her face was a very bright red, but she just continued working on the food. I turned back around.

"I compliment your taste, son." said my father, watching the cook. "Is this the police woman?"

"Yes. She pulled me over last night, and I... I... made her my slave. It was all very natural. Thinking back on it today, It seemed too natural for me, too easy. I mean morally, not in difficulty. I was just... fine with it. I just.... bent her to my will."

My father chuckled, "Yes, it's creepy for a while. Anyway, I suppose I should start; Do you remember your grandfather?"

"No, he died before I was born. At least, that's what I was told."

He chuckled again, "Yes, he was dead before you were born, in a way. In a way, he was dead before even I was born. Before I was conceived. You see, your grandfather was an angel. Don't scoff at that, yesterday ought to be enough to open your eyes a bit. Do you at least recall his name?"

"No."

"Your grandfather was called 'Bob'. That, however, was not his true name. Bob's true name was 'Bezzlebub'."

"Father, I may not be the most mythologically rehearsed, but I vaguely recall a name like that one. However, that was the name of a devil. You said grandfather was an angel, though."

"Oh, he was an angel. Then there was war. Angels fighting angels. The aetherial realms were alight with holy fires, terran magics, and the manipulators of each. Every religion has a different story for it, but the way it happened is quite different from those ways. Your grandfather is an angel bound to the physical realm of the universe. You see, the angels had been prohibited from using the material magics, as they were seen to corrupt the purity of what we'll call 'heaven', for lack of a better term. Some angels, however, didn't understand the banning of such magics..." My father got interrupted as a plate with eggs, bacon, and toast were placed before him, though the food wasn't what distracted him. He was looking at her tits. She was obviously embarrassed, though he seemed simply amused.

As she placed my plate in front of me, I told her to make something for herself and to join us.

"Master, you father is getting distracted by me. Are you sure it's appropriate for me to distract such an important discussion?"

Even though she began working on some more food, I told her, "I already told you not to question me. You'll do as I say, and I'll deal with your mistake later."

Her eyes opened wide, "I'm sorry, Master. I'll try harder next time. I was simply concerned about your discussion." She continued cooking.

I looked back to my father and began eating. He was smiling that stupid grin again, but continued, "To make this very long story very short; Angels began using earthly magics out of curiosity and rebellion. The traditional angels saw that it was damaging their home, and began to fight those who cared so little about it. Earthly magic actually did harm heaven, but heaven was not the ideal paradise it's made out to be by religions. It was a place of strict order and law, a bureaucracy, pure and simple. It was full of red tape and redundant politics. Though, the traditionalist angels outnumbered the rebels, and banished them to this, the physical, realm. Your grandfather was one of those original rebels."

"So... you're saying that I inherited my... my power... through an angelic blood-line?"

"In a sense, yes. Having such a blood-line hones you in on that such magics exist, it allows you to notice them to begin manipulating them in the first place. That, however, does not explain it all. Your intuition for the arcane did not develop when I expected it would, which was why I left. I had more important things to get to. However, when you awakened, I knew. I got on the first plane here, this morning to talk with you."

The cook sat down in the seat on the left side of the table, the side facing the living room, so that she was actually looking out the back door. Her plate had eggs and toast, but no bacon. She trembled as she began eating, obviously very embarrassed about being so exposed, probably not knowing what to make of her whole situation.

"So I 'Awoke' late?" I asked, turning back to my father.

"Yes, but you did it very quickly, too. You can stop time, correct?"

"Yes."

"Nobody, not man, angel, or inbreed, can do that. You're the only one. You must choose your path. We'll be watching you. I hope you choose the right path." My father had already put his papers away, and was getting up from the table staring at the cook's tits. "It looks to me as though you've been giving in to the appropriate passions. Your path may allow us all to go back into our homeland. Keep practicing, and be true to yourself."

My father left. I wanted to call him back to the table, to ask him questions, but I had so many that I couldn't think of which to ask first. He had left and was gone before I even noticed my slave was picking up the table. I was angry. My father came by out of nowhere, handing me some nigh unbelievable story about my heritage that, had anyone else heard it, they would instantly assume it was hog-wash, and left before I could ask him all the questions I had. Not to mention all the ones I've been storing up from the rest of my life. On top of all that, my slave had questioned me in front of him! I couldn't quite figure out why, but that was the most angering thing that had happened the whole time. That seemed wholly counterintuitive, but that was reality, not a fairy tale someone out of my distant memories was telling me.

I waited for the table to be cleared. When she had begun washing the dishes I got up and pushed my seat to the side of the table. I commanded, "Slave, get over here and place each of your feet against these nearest two table legs, then lean over the table and remain in that position until I tell you to stop. Grab the sides of the table as far away as you can."

"Master, is this my punishment? Well, is this the beginning of it? I truly am sorry for questioning you." She said as she walked over to the table and did as I told her to. Her feet were about four feet apart to touch the table legs, and her waist was at just the right place for her to bend over the table. She groaned a bit when she put her weight on her tits.

"You can be sorry all day long, but that won't punish you for disobeying."

"I understand, Master."

I walked back upstairs, to the spare room, and the blond and brunette were sleeping together, nude, in the middle of the empty room. The sun was shining on them. I stopped time long enough to tell the blond that she would do anything I told her to do without question, and that she was my slave, she would refer to me as only 'Master' or 'Sir'. I also told them not to say anything until I gave them permission. I started time back up.

"Wake up!"

The girls moved and one of them groaned. They rubbed their eyes and got up off the floor. For a moment they looked at me, half awake. Some of the implanted commands I gave them yesterday was that they would not act worried at all about being nude. I realized that meant they might actually be uncomfortable. They may even be mentally freaking out, but they would not act that way, and they both had commands to do whatever I said, now. I did notice that they were each very flushed. Possibly due to embarrassment.

"Look at the windows," they did, " and notice the blinds. On each of them there is a thin plastic rod. It's the one that spins, making the blinds open or close. You will each remove one and bring it with you." I waited for them to get the rods down, which was fun, as they strained a bit and the blond fell down when it snapped off. I had them follow me to the dining room, and I grabbed my pocket watch from my room on the way. They each blushed more seeing the woman bent so crudely over the edge of the table.

I had the blond stand to the cop's left, and the brunette to the right. I set the watch on the counter so that both the girls could see it.

"Alright, girls, watch this pocket watch. Brunette, when five seconds after I tell you to begin, whip this woman's ass as hard as you can, and do it again every ten seconds thereafter. Blond, you do the same, but begin ten seconds after I tell you to begin."

I sat where my father had, so that I could see the cop's face, as well as the two girls who would be whipping her do their jobs.

"Master, how long will this go on?" The cop asked, looking at me with a worried expression. I did not answer her.

"Begin."

I watched the brunette, who was watching the watch in turn. A couple moments later, she raised the make-shift cane over head and brought it down on the cop's ass. I could hear it 'swosh' through the air, and land with a loud 'SWIP' noise as it landed. The brunette's tits jiggled all over with the motion. Before she even pulled the cane back, the police woman screeched with an inward breath, She bit her bottom lip as she began breathing harder. I looked at the mark that was left, and it was an obvious red strip across both cheeks. I smiled, "Never question me, slave."

'swosh-SWIP', said the blond's cane, and the police woman began to cry. I got up and walked into the living room. I heard another whipping as I sat down and turned on the TV. The cop cried harder, but I just watched TV.

After about ten minutes, I turned off the TV and walked back into the dining room. I walked around the corner just in time to see the brunette bring her cane down on the cop's ass. The cop was crying harder then I'd ever heard a woman cry. I walked around the blond to behind the cop, and watched the blond bring down her cane. The cane was brought down onto an ass with more dark red stripes across it than could be told apart, and some of them were bleeding.

"Stop, girls. Blond, get on the floor five feet behind the cop, face up. Brunette, get over her. Both of you, sixty nine."

The two girls did exactly as I told them to. I watched for a bit, then went up to the bathroom. I got the cleaning alcohol and a rag. I went back down, and I heard the juicy noises of the two girls on the floor. I walked around them and cleaned off the cop's ass with the alcohol. I could hear her sob a bit harder when I wiped the marks, but I didn't care. She should not have questioned me.

Since the brunette was on top, I pushed my thumb into her asshole. I pulled up on her asshole to get her pussy off of the blonds mouth. I pulled up, but the blond followed her pussy up, and used her hands to pull her ass back down. I pulled up higher, until the blond couldn't reach with her mouth. The blond was still trying to lick at the brunette's cunt, though. I shoved my dick into the brunette's pussy, and humped for a while. The blond's attempts at eating out her friend resulted in her licking my balls.

The brunette began to moan loudly, and she soon had an orgasm. I stopped fucking her and pushed her down onto the blond. I told the blond to lick her asshole. The blond used her hands on the brunette's ass and pulled it apart, then began licking. She had a disgusted look on her face. I told her to lick inside her ass, see how far she could get her tongue. She began to fuck the brunette's ass with her tongue, still with that look of disgust. I watched this for a while, when I noticed that look disappearing. The blond was moaning into the brunette's ass. Soon, she was having an orgasm. Then, I told the brunette to do the same to the blond's ass. The brunette's head dipped lower and her arms moved. The blond looked surprised, and the look of disgust reappeared.

I did the same thing to the brunette as before, and fucked her some more. Then, I let those two go at it, and turned to face the cop. She was still crying, but it was lighter than before.

"Slave, grab your ass cheeks and pull them apart. I want clear access to your ass."

"Master..." she said quietly, and she grabbed her ass cheeks. She began crying harder again as she pulled them apart. I positioned my dick at her asshole and shoved. I got my dick halfway in, and began to lightly fuck her ass as she cried. She seemed to quiet down after a few minutes, so I shoved my dick all the way in. I fucked her ass hard, and she sobbed her eyes out.

After a moment, I pulled out, and moved back over to the brunette and blond. I pulled the brunette's ass up again, and began to fuck it. I fucked it lightly. I was getting pretty close, and didn't want to, yet.

"Blond, when I'm fucking the other's ass, lick my balls. When I shove my dick in your face, suck it."

The blond licked my balls as I fucked the brunette's ass. She was having some trouble getting them as I moved in and out, but she was trying. I pulled out, and shoved my dick down her throat. She almost choked. I pulled back out, and shoved it in the brunette's ass. The blond looked absolutely disgusted, making a horrible face, but she licked my balls. I pulled out, and shoved my dick in her mouth. She accepted it just as I told her to. I pulled out and back into the brunette's ass, again, watched the blond make her face, then switched back to her mouth.

I continued switching like that for about a minute. Then, I pulled out and walked around to the other side, leaving the blond to ream the brunette. I kneeled down and pulled up on the blond's legs, so that her knees were over my shoulders. I grabbed the brunette's hair and shoved her mouth onto my dick, then pulled out and used my shoulders to pull the blond up a bit. I shoved my dick slowly into the blond's ass. I then began alternating between the brunette's mouth and the blond's ass, like I was with the brunette's ass and the blond's mouth.

A couple minutes later, I got up and shoved my dick deep into the cop's ass and began fucking it hard. She started crying again. I couldn't do that for very long, though. I commanded her to get on her knees facing the two reaming each other. I pulled out and she got in position. I came all over her face and tits as she sobbed.

"Slave, rub that cum all over your tits, pussy, and ass. You are not allowed to wash it off until I say so. You may clean your face, and you may clean your hands, but only if you use your hands to get as much from those areas into your mouth, and swallow it."

She began whipping the cum on her face towards her mouth, and licked it all down. What she could get, anyhow. She then stood up and began rubbing my cum all over her tits and pussy. She hesitated, but also moved her hands around to rub it on her ass. She sobbed while she did that, but then walked over to the kitchen sink to clean her hands and face. She was shaking as she cleaned up. I looked to the two on the floor.

"Blond, begin eating out the brunette, again. When she orgasms, return to licking her asshole, and wait what you think is five minutes before eating her out again. Repeat that cycle. Brunette, the same goes for you."

I walked the cop down to the basement. It was after ten o'clock. I told her to leave when she needed to, and go to her home to begin bringing her things here after she gets out. She was still shaking a bit and her eyes were full of tears, but she nodded understanding, and I left her there to go to bed. I was woken up before I planned on it, and I was still tired.

 

End Part 6