The War of the Crystals

By Rollie Lawson

Jack Winfield finds a strange artifact after an earthquake and it changes his life in so many ways. An artificial intelligence gives Jack unexpected power, but does it have an ulterior motive? What price will Jack have to pay for his new abilities?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Feb 3, 2019
• ISBN: 9780359404360

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The War of the Crystals

The War of the Crystals

Chapter 1 - Discovery

It was Jack Winfield’s first night at the cabin, Vince’s cabin. He was tired after driving all day, north into the mountains from LA, but he was getting what he wanted, for a few days at least - isolation, and a chance to get the divorce out of his system. It was his first vacation since the divorce, and he needed time alone.

Jack was sleeping when it happened but woke when he felt it, the movement of the solid ground beneath. It went on for several seconds, seeming to take longer than it really did, while he clung to the bed.

After the shaking stopped, Jack waited, with that sense of disorientation he always felt after a quake. He had thought they were far enough away from any fault lines up in the mountains that they didn’t need to worry about quakes, but a quake was possible anywhere in California, anywhere in the world he guessed. When the tremors stopped, he looked around the room, and seeing no problems, went back to sleep - it didn’t seem like there was anything else he could do.

It was glorious. He was dreaming, and he knew he was dreaming, but the dream, the vision, was so glorious he didn’t want to wake.

Jack was on a circular platform, he couldn’t tell exactly what was supporting him, but it was what was above him that filled him with wonder. It was the universe, and he knew it was real, not an illusion, not the lights of a planetarium, but the real universe, the galaxies, the stars spangling the dark void of space, with nothing - no glass, no plastic - between him and that glorious sight. He felt he could reach out his hand and grab a star, embrace a galaxy.

Then everything was spinning, the stars leaving fiery trails as he sped through space. The object he was on was turning, and slowly the Earth, blue and green, high wispy clouds obscuring the surface from time to time, came into view. However, it was a different Earth. On this Earth, as it turned beneath him Jack saw the Black Sea was a huge lake cut off from the Mediterranean, Sicily was part of southern Italy, Cuba was connected to Florida. He knew what he was seeing was the Earth of the unimaginably distant past, the past when humans first moved out of Africa to conquer the world.

When Jack woke up, it was late morning, bright light streaming through the window. He glanced outside but seeing no obvious effects from the earthquake, lit the stove and got coffee started. Jack turned on the portable radio, and after a little searching found some news of the quake. They reported a quake in the Tahoe area, with no reported damage. He threw on some clothes and went outside.

He checked the exterior of the cabin and didn’t find any effects from the earthquake. He walked out of the little clearing to the rough dirt road and looked around. It took Jack a while to spot the fallen trees on the ridge off to the west. It was something he would have to check later.

Jack went inside, fixed toast and eggs and bacon on the little camp stove and had an enjoyable breakfast. He thought about bathing, but even though it was summer, the mountain air was still too cold and the water in the tank seemed even colder. He decided to wait until the air, at least, was a little warmer. The rest of the morning was spent organizing his things in the little one-room cabin. When he had arrived the previous day, Jack was too worn out from the long drive to get his things unpacked and put away.

After lunch, he filled a couple of buckets with the still-chilly water from the tank and took a quick sponge bath. Now wearing clean clothes and sturdy shoes, he was ready to make his way to that ridge and see what damage the earthquake had done.

It took more than an hour for Jack to make his way through the thick forest to the base of the ridge. Looking up, he could see where several pines had fallen from the quake, and looking closer, high up he could see a rift, a crevice where the earth had split open.

Looking up at that crevice slashing diagonally across the ridge, surrounded by fallen trees, Jack knew he had to climb up there, knew there was something there he needed to find. He started climbing, but it was rough going because of the incline and the boulders, trees, and brush that had rolled down from the quake.

Once he reached the crevice, there wasn’t much to see - just a jagged hole in the ground running diagonally up the side of the ridge. He followed it up, walking along the edge, noting how it seemed to get deeper as he climbed higher. Then, nearly at the top of the ridge, it ended in a wider, and much deeper hole.

Carefully, he approached the edge. Staring into the depths, he thought he saw something. Yes, there it was, something shining, some sort of light, bright green, and seeming to get brighter as he stared at it. Jack couldn’t understand what it could be. For a second, he wondered if it could be sunlight reflecting off something down there. Then he realized that was impossible, the sun was on the other side of the ridge.

Jack knew he had to get down there, into that crevice and find out what was making that light. Holding onto a long root projecting from the side of the crevice, he slowly lowered himself into that chasm. He went down as far as he could on the root, then looked for more hand and footholds, but there was no way he could get down that way. Looking down again, he could spot that green glow, seeming even brighter now, and he realized how much farther he had to go. He would need to go back and get a rope.

Then, for a second, he feared he wouldn’t be able to climb out. With a lot of effort, he climbed up the root, thanking whatever power was in charge it didn’t break, then managed to scramble out of the crevice, skinning his elbows and chest. He looked around and realized it was getting late and that it would make more sense to try the descent again before noon, when the morning sun would provide more light on this side of the ridge.

He washed up, had dinner, read and listened to the radio for a while. Shortly after sunset, Jack went to bed, tired and with aching muscles. Lying there, in the dark, he wondered about this compulsion he had to discover the source of that strange light. That kind of behavior wasn’t characteristic of him. Here he was, thirty-nine years old, trying to climb down a hole in the ground like a crazy teen-ager. At least it kept him from thinking about the divorce. That was all he had thought of lately. He’d always known Sharley was out of his league, but that didn’t make the divorce any less painful. Anything that took his mind off her was good.

That night he had another strange dream. He was standing in a great room in a luxurious palace with richly covered furnishings, the walls covered in intricate tapestries. He could see through the open windows a city of white buildings spread out below the hill where the palace was located. The city was on the shore of a sea, or a great lake, with white-sailed boats and multi-oared galleys moving across the surface.

Kneeling before him, as he stood in that palatial room, were many beautiful young women, of all types, most with their breasts bared, looking up expectantly at him, some with begging eyes, some with lust in their eyes, some smiling, some looking down shyly as he glanced their way.

His gaze focused on a beautiful young girl with long, wavy hair and big, brown eyes. He understood she was new to his harem, a virgin. He gestured, and she crawled to him, he gestured again, and she stood, letting her skirt fall, baring her pubis. He reached out to caress, squeeze her firm young breasts, then to finger her vagina, already moist with arousal. She moaned, cried as he caressed her, but there was no sound - this was a silent dream.

He opened the kilt-like garment he was wearing around his waist, and the beautiful young girl fell to her knees before him, taking his larger than normal cock into her soft hands, her head moving down so she could lick, suck. His hands were on her head, touching her hair, pulling her head down, forcing more of himself into her...

And then he was awake with a hard-on and wondering where that strange dream had come from. He knew he was horny, but that dream - an ancient palace, a harem - that was totally outside the realm of his experience.

Before the divorce he and Sharley had a great sex life together, maybe that was all they had, maybe that was why she left. He knew sex was a big part of the reason, she said she wanted to be with her lover and that she would be happier with someone else. Since she left there had been no one for him, so thinking and dreaming about sex wasn’t unusual. He considered masturbating but was just too tired, so he turned onto his side and went back to sleep.

In the morning, he fixed coffee, had a light breakfast, and then prepared for his ‘adventure.’ Searching through Vince’s shed, he found some rope and a flashlight. The batteries were dead but it was sitting next to an unopened package of batteries. He also filled the gas tank of Vince’s ATV. No use spending the entire day just hiking back up the mountain. He tossed the rope and flashlight into the ATV and drove out. Fifteen minutes later he had covered what had seemed like miles the first day.

At the top, where the crevice was deepest, he tied the rope to a sturdy tree and then began climbing down into the crevice. The green light was still there, he could see it as he peered down into the depths. It seemed to grow brighter when he focused on it, like it was trying to draw his attention. It was hard to judge how deep down the light might be, or how big the object making it might be. It could be close and small, or it might be a large object at a greater depth.

At first, as he began his descent, the going wasn’t too difficult, there were enough rough areas in the crevice walls that he could get a purchase with his feet to help climb down. About half-way down the rope, the sides became much smoother, and he discovered the walls were surfaced in solid rock rather than dirt and stones. It was hard going, and after a while he wondered how he was going to make it up.

Pausing, bracing himself against the wall with his feet, he looked down, seeing the light even brighter than it had been before, and he could see that the crevice was narrowing into a V shape, with the light source - whatever it was - located at the point of that V, presumably at the bottom of the crevice.

Still using his feet to brace himself against the wall, he descended as far into the crevice as he could, until it was too narrow to go any deeper. Now the light was surrounding him, and so bright it was interfering with his vision, but strangely, he sensed no heat coming from it, whatever the source was.

With his back braced against one wall of the crevice, and his feet against the other, holding the rope in his left hand, he twisted around, reaching with his right hand into the deepest, narrowest part of the crevice, feeling for whatever it was that was creating the light. He was barely able to touch it with his fingertips, gauging its size, then he had it. As soon as his fingers closed around the object, he heard in his mind, "John Winfield, you are judged worthy." And the light was gone so quickly he almost dropped the thing.

The object was about the size of his closed fist, maybe a little smaller. Its surface was smooth, like glass, with some sharp edges. He didn’t understand anything about what was going on with this thing, but he didn’t have time to worry about that. In the almost complete darkness he had been plunged into, he managed to slip the object into his pocket.

Now with one hand free, he was able to grab his flashlight. He switched it on, pointed it up, stared at his surroundings for a few seconds planning his climb, then switched it off so both his hands were free.

That was how he did it, using the flashlight to plan his next few moves, turning it off while he climbed, then repeating the process. Toward the bottom of the crevice, where the V was at its narrowest, he could move up the smooth walls by bracing his back against one wall, then kind of walking up the other wall a foot or so, before sliding his back up.

When the crevice got too wide, he shimmied up the rope while walking up the smooth stone wall. When he got about half-way up, where the wall surface was rougher, there was enough light coming down from the opening on top that he didn’t need to use the flashlight. It was faster going, but he still needed to stop from time to time to rest his arms and catch his breath. Finally, after wondering sometimes if he would ever make it back to the surface, he was able to crawl out of the hole onto solid ground. He was puffing like a steam engine, his arms and legs trembling from the strain, his back aching.

Jack rested for several minutes, lying on the ground next to the crevice, breathing hard. He was thirsty and realized he should have brought some water. After he caught his breath, he stood and pulled the object out of his pocket. It was a broken piece of green crystal, about the size of his fist. Clearly, someone had worked it, because two of the sides were polished smooth, while the remainder showed jagged edges where it had broken off from a larger piece.

Holding the crystal in his hand, he peered into one of the polished sides. He thought, perhaps, he could detect a trace of the light that had been emanating from it so strongly before but wasn’t sure if it was real or he was imagining it. The questions he had about the crystal - how it had come to be buried in that ridge, why he was compelled to find it, and whether he really heard in his mind those words about being judged worthy - would have to wait until he could get more information.

He untied and coiled his rope, then climbed back onto the ATV and headed back to the cabin. The first thing he did was drink several cups of cold water, after which he washed the dirt from the crevice off. Realizing how late it was, he fixed dinner. While he ate, he stared at the crystal on the table in front of him, but all that staring couldn’t tell him any more about it. He decided that when he got back to LA, he’d ask a geologist at the university to examine it. Tired after so much exercise, his muscles aching, he laid down on the little bed and fell asleep. And then he had another of those strange dreams.

He was flying on that platform again, but now he was closer to the earth. Below, he could see a peninsula jutting out into a small sea. At the end, it widened into a large promontory, capped with a low mountain. The city he had seen before was spread out at the base of the mountain, overlooked by that palace he dreamed of last night, bright sunlight reflecting off gilded domes.

His flying platform moved higher and turned, allowing him to see the great wave rolling across the sea, throwing the white boats about like wood chips. Then, the wave was overwhelming the city, drowning his palace, covering the mountain with dark, roiling water. Crying out in silence, he turned around looking for someone, for something, to halt the disaster. But no one was there, he was alone on the platform, flying over a drowning city, his city, he knew that, and it was his people who were dying.

As he turned, he saw fixed in the center of the platform the crystal, whole now and much larger. It was glowing, pulsing with that green light, apparently powering the flying platform. Suddenly, the platform lurched and spun around, making it almost impossible to keep his footing.

The platform tipped from one side to the other, all he could do was stagger across the surface, trying to keep from being hurled to the floor. Then he cried out as the crystal exploded in a burst of electric light, sharp-edged fragments flying in all directions. The platform pitched again, even more steeply, righted itself, then kept going, tipping more and more, and he was falling, falling, and then all was black. He woke up screaming.

He sat up on the bed, looking at the crystal in the middle of the table, sunlight from the window shining through it. As he stared at the crystal, he heard again that voice in his head. "John Winfield, you are judged worthy."

Who, what are you? he asked out loud.

"Lord, I am your companion, he heard in his head. I am a construct, an intelligent, artificial being, and I am the source of many of your powers. But at present my essence is fragmented, it is hard to communicate with you. Lord, I beg you to accept the changes that are happening to you, so you will become what you must be. Soon, you will need..."

So, it was true, those dreams, the city, the palace, he thought as the voice, the mental voice, faded away. But what did it - the companion, or whatever it was - mean when it spoke of the changes that were happening to him? And what did it think he needed?

All at once, he felt the muscle aches he had been experiencing from the unaccustomed exercise increasing geometrically. Oh! he moaned as the pain shot like a knife through him. He grabbed a couple of ibuprofens from the bottle in his pack and went back to sleep.

When he woke up again, it was late, the sun was setting. He had slept most of the afternoon, but he still felt tired and his muscles still ached, more than before the conversation with the crystal. Wondering if it might be from those changes the construct said would be happening to him, he touched his chest and arms, surprised to feel how hard his muscles were, like iron. He had been in pretty good shape for a man his age, but never like this.

He fixed a light meal, then, after taking some more ibuprofen, he went back to bed, hoping he would be rested enough for the drive back to LA tomorrow. As he was falling asleep, "Lord, you will be well tomorrow. Your transformation will be complete," the voice said in his head.

What? Okay, just so these aches go away, he responded, then drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 2 - Changes

Jack woke up later than he wanted, at almost eight, but all his aches and pains were gone. He felt like he was back to normal; no, better than that. He lit the stove and put coffee on, then went to the out-house to take care of business.

That’s when he noticed his cock had changed. When he pulled his shorts down, he discovered that his penis, which had been circumcised when he was an infant, was now whole, and it seemed longer and fatter too. Examining his new foreskin, as he touched himself and started getting hard, he found his dick seemed to be at least fifty percent longer than before and it looked like it was twice as thick. Where before he had been a bit under six inches long, he was now almost half again larger, with a matching increase in thickness. Moving his hand to touch his balls, they seemed larger, too.

Remembering that dream of the girl sucking his cock, he masturbated, enjoying the sensation as he slid his foreskin back and forth over his cockhead. Soon he was coming, shooting huge quantities of thick semen. The pleasure was intense, much greater than he had ever experienced, even with Sharley. ‘Guess I can get used to having a big dick’, he thought to himself.

"Yes Lord, and your ladies will enjoy it also," the companion said.

That startled Jack. He had thought he had been dreaming about the voice in his head. It seemed as if he was mistaken about that. My ladies?

"Yes Lord, soon you will be finding ladies to join your household, your harem. As your powers grow, you will find many women who wish to give you their love and devotion. You will find you possess the desire and ability to enjoy all they offer. That will be an inevitable consequence of your transformation as you assume your rightful position in this world."

Yes, with this equipment, I could use a harem, he said, but there was no answer. He had lost touch with the crystal again, though this was the longest conversation they had so far. Jack guessed the changes that had happened to him were probably helping him communicate with the crystal, perhaps making him a better receiver.

As he sipped at his first cup of coffee, he thought about what had been happening recently. Jack now realized that all the strange events of the last few days - the dreams, the crystal, the companion, and the changes he was undergoing - all came from the crystal and what happened in that ancient city thousands of years ago. Why, though? While the crystal seemed friendly, was it really? He would have to wait to learn.

Jack felt so good he was able to stroll across the meadow and bathe in the little pond there. He jumped in, crying in shock as he felt himself the cold water covering him, but it felt good after he was done. He wrapped the towel around his waist, enjoying the warm sunlight on his bare back as he walked back across the meadow.

In the cabin, while the coffee was warming, he looked in the little mirror nailed to the wall, thinking about shaving the three days’ growth of whiskers he had raised, but decided not to bother. Examining his face in the mirror, he noticed how much brighter his brown eyes looked, and they seemed to show a hint of gold as he glanced at his reflection. His hair had changed too, it was more of a dark gold shade now instead of the dishwater blond it was before. His face was still recognizable as him, as Jack Winfield, but with more chiseled and handsome features. And now his chest, his shoulders, his arms were harder and more muscular.

What is happening to me?

"You are transforming into one of the Lords of Light," was the response.

Jack stared at himself in the mirror. I liked myself the way I was!

"You are a Lord of Light!"

I am John Winfield!

"Yes, Lord."

Whatever the crystal was, it went quiet, but Jack didn’t think the discussion was over.

He had a light breakfast, packed up his things and tossed them in the truck, then with the crystal in the pocket of his jeans, took off for LA. His boss had given him off until Tuesday and it was only Sunday, but he no longer needed to stay away. He wanted to be back in civilization.

It took about an hour to drive down the unpaved road before he reached the highway. At the intersection there was a 7-11 with a pickup parked in front. "Pull in here," the companion said.

We don’t need to stop. I’ll get gas closer to Sacramento, where it’ll be cheaper, Jack said, wondering how the companion knew about the store.

"I see what you see. Stop there and I will begin to instruct you in the use of your powers." Jack did as the companion said, parking in the shade.

The two men from the pickup were leaving as he went in. Jack looked at the clerk, a Mexican-American girl, he guessed about twenty years old, with a pretty face but a little overweight. Her name was Lucia according to her name tag. "You must touch her, skin to skin, to control her, the companion said. He got coffee, then as he handed the girl his money, touching her skin, Order her to obey you," the companion said.

His fingers touching hers, Obey me, Jack ordered.

Yes Lord, she answered, looking up at his face, then casting her eyes down.

"You can order her to do anything, believe anything, feel anything, and it will happen, the companion said. And what you command will persist. Tell her to love you and she will until she dies or until you command her otherwise. Now test your power, order her to do something."

Uhh, refuse my money. I’m a good customer, you’ll give me the coffee for free.

That’s okay, the girl said handing the money back. Today, your coffee’s on the store.

"You need a more difficult test, the companion said. Order her to do something she would never do otherwise."

Open your blouse, show me your tits.

Yes, Lord, she said, smiling as she unbuttoned then pulled open her blouse, displaying a frayed white bra. As she started to reach behind to open her bra, he told her to stop. She had a disappointed expression on her face when she looked up.

Please, Lord, take me! she begged.

"Lord, she is not worthy of you, said the crystal. She has almost none of the ancient blood."

Jack ignored the artificial intelligence. Curious about what he could do with his new power, he ordered, Tell me about your lover. He could not see a wedding ring, but he could sense she was a very sexual woman.

Marco, he is not masterful like you, Lord. I can tell you would be a great lover, much better than Marco, Lord. Please, Lord, let me satisfy you!

Uh…

Before Jack could finish his thought, Lucia reached behind her back and unbuckled her bra. She peeled the old bra off and lifted her breasts up for Jack’s inspection. Please, Lord, use me!

"You can control her emotions, what she feels. Tell her to orgasm."

Jack ignored the voice. Tell me more about Marco.

Lucia told Jack much more about herself and Marco than he had expected, and his new powers picked up many subtleties he would have missed before. Marco was a typical young man, more interested in getting his rocks off than in a relationship. He refused to lick her pussy, skimped on the foreplay, and was pressuring her to have a baby and to have anal sex, mostly so he could brag to his friends about what she did for him. As Lucia talked, she continued to offer herself to Jack, even going so far as to unzip her jeans, and push them and her plain white panties down her thighs. Jack smiled at that. She might not have any of the ancient blood, but aside from about ten extra pounds, she was very attractive.

After a few minutes listening to the girl, Jack stopped her. "Lucia, Marco is nothing but a stupid pig, un puerco estupido! He does not deserve you. You should stop seeing him. You should go back to school, and get your GED, and then go to college for a degree. You will lose ten pounds and begin eating better. You deserve a man who will give you pleasure, who touches and licks you and sucks you, who takes hours to please you, a man who loves you and doesn’t just use you. Then and only then should you give him your last cherry, and you will enjoy it as much as anything else you do with him. That is the man you should have children with, a man who loves you."

Lord, please, take me! One hand was toying with her nipples, and the other was between her legs, rubbing her clit furiously. The smell of her need was strong.

Smiling at the girl and enjoying his new power, Think of me, and orgasm, the greatest, most powerful orgasm you have ever experienced.

Yes, Lord, she replied, staring at his face. Then her eyes closed as she gasped, squeezing her tits and rubbing her sex, moaning, Uggh...uggh...yes...Yes...OH...OHH. Then she was gasping, crying through what was clearly a very intense orgasm.

When it was over, she moved her hands to the counter, steadying herself. Thank you, Lord, she said, smiling, breathing hard.

What do I do now? Jack asked.

Lord? asked the girl.

"Do not verbalize to me. Simply think. Do you want her?"

"No."

"Tell her to forget this incident."

He took her hand. You will forget everything that happened since I first touched you. Here is what happened. When I came in, you found yourself more attracted to me than any man you have ever seen, and because of that, you gave me the coffee without charge. When I left, you went in the back and masturbated, quickly bringing yourself to the most intense orgasm of your life. In the future, when you are with your lover and you are having sex, and if you are having difficulty reaching orgasm, you will think of me and you will be able to have as intense an orgasm as you have just experienced. Do you understand?

Yes Lord, thank you, she said, smiling as he released her hand.

And Lucia, remember what I told you. You need a man who deserves you, who will give you what you need and deserve, and not simply take what he wants. When you meet that man, you will no longer need to remember my face when you have sex, because he will be all you need to have a great orgasm.

Thank you, Lord.

Jack walked out the door, thanking her for the coffee, seeing her getting dressed again through the window. On the road again, "It works on men, too?"

"Yes, the companion answered. But it has to be skin to skin contact. That is the extent of your power at present. As you develop, your powers will become stronger, though still very limited because of my fragmented condition."

Jack thought about Sharley. He could have her back now, not as his wife, but as a member of his harem, as a concubine. All he had to do was touch her, and others too.

"I need to have a name for you. What is your name?"

"Lord, you may call me any name you wish."

"What are you exactly?"

There was seemingly an endless delay to that question, but the crystal entity replied, "I am an artificial intelligence construct with a degree of self-awareness. Beyond that I cannot explain myself."

"Then, until you give me something better, I shall call you Construct."

"Construct would be appropriate."

On the drive back, he tested his power a couple more times when it seemed safe, at a restaurant and at a gas station. When he got close to LA, he pulled over and called Sharley on his cell. He got their machine. You’ve reached the home of Sharley and Dakota, they said together. "We can’t get to the phone now, but you know what to do. You do know what to do, don’t you?" And then laughter.

It’s Jack, he said. I’m just getting back from the mountains. I was hoping to stop by to talk to Sharley about something. It won’t take long. My cell number is...

Dakota interrupted. Hi Jack, I’ll get Sharley and see if she wants to see you.

Sharley got on the phone. Jack told her he wanted to find out if some of his things were still at the house. Her agreement wasn’t unexpected as the divorce was relatively amicable. Jack knew he should never have expected he could keep someone like her, at least before he found the crystal, or the crystal found him; he wasn’t sure yet which it was.

About an hour later, Jack pulled into the driveway of the home Sharley and he had purchased together less than three years ago, shortly after they got married.

Dakota came to the door. Hi Jack, you’re looking good.

He had to admit that if you were turned on by sexy women, like Jack was, and like Sharley, it would be hard to find a girl that was more of a turn-on than Dakota Long. Like Sharley, she was a model, but a little younger, in her mid-twenties. She was about five-two, with a lush figure, long, golden blonde hair, and sparkling blue eyes. From what she was wearing, a blue tee-shirt and bikini bottoms, he guessed they had been at the pool that afternoon, though the sun was setting now.

I’ll tell Sharley you’re here. She’s in the kitchen, cleaning up from dinner.

Dakota, he said, extending his hand. I just want to thank you for helping Sharley through all this.

You know I love her, that’s why...

Her hand touched his. Obey me, he commanded.

Yes Lord, she answered, looking down, then looking up expectantly.

Tell Sharley I’m here, then go into the living room and sit quietly. She turned, and left, he heard her talking to Sharley, then saw her leave the kitchen and go into the living room, taking a seat on the sofa.

When Sharley came into the entryway, she was wearing a green bikini with a long, multicolored cloth wrapped around her waist. She was beautiful, perhaps not as sexy as Dakota, but more beautiful to Jack. Sharley McIntyre had dark copper hair and green eyes. She was taller than Dakota, and slimmer, with a fabulous figure, if not quite as voluptuous as her lover’s. She was twenty-nine, ten years younger than Jack.

"I see Sharley has some of the ancient blood, Construct said. That explains your mutual attraction."

After Jack and Sharley first met and got together - they had sex on their first date - he learned Sharley was bisexual. Jack said he could accept her bisexuality, she told him she loved him, and they got married after knowing each other only a few weeks. At first, everything was great, they were in love, the sex was great, and he knew she wasn’t seeing anyone else. Then, after almost three years, Dakota turned up. Sharley and Dakota had been involved before Dakota went to the East Coast, before Sharley met Jack. When Dakota returned to LA their relationship heated up again, really heated up, so much that Sharley said she wanted to end the marriage and be with Dakota.

Hi Jack, she said.

Jack reached out and touched her, saying, Obey me.

Soon, both women were sitting on the sofa while he stood before them, holding one of their hands in each of his. Mentally, he said to Construct, "I want to make them my concubines, members of my harem."

Then do so.

Jack looked at the two women. You will obey me. I am your Lord, your master. You are my concubines. Do you understand?

Yes, Lord, they answered in unison.

You are my concubines, members of my harem. Your duty and pleasure is to obey me, and to serve and please me. You love me, respect me, and desire me above all others. You are not jealous and do not object to me having sex with either of you or anyone else.

Yes, Lord, they both agreed.

Still holding their hands, he said, Sharley, tell me the truth. How do you feel about this?

Looking up at Jack, smiling, her green eyes glowing, she said, Lord, I feel so happy you want me back. I’ll do my best to serve and please you any way I can.

Do you still desire Dakota?

Yes, Lord, but not nearly as much as I desire you. I can hardly wait to have sex with you again.

And you, Dakota, how do you feel?

The lovely young blonde smiled up at Jack. I am happy you have chosen me. I still desire Sharley, but I desire you more, more than anyone. A mischievous look appearing in her bright blue eyes, she continued, Lord, you might enjoy watching Sharley and me making love, and then joining us.

Jack laughed as he dropped their hands, confident now that his commands had taken hold. Later. Let’s have dinner first.

Yes, Lord, Sharley responded. We have a couple of slices of pizza left, and salad. The pizza’s vegetarian, is that alright?

He told them that would be fine. While they were in the kitchen preparing dinner, Jack called Vince, asking if it would be okay if he dropped off the keys to his cabin the next day. Vince said that was fine with him, he wouldn’t need them for weeks. Jack went out to the truck and brought his things in, putting them in the master bedroom, the bedroom Sharley and he had shared for almost three years. Then he went downstairs to the kitchen.

The girls were standing by the table waiting for him. There were two large slices of vegetarian pizza on his plate, and next to it a large bowl of salad. Would you like a beer, Lord? Sharley asked. He told her he would, and she got a beer from the refrigerator, pouring it into a tall glass.

Jack enjoyed the meal with the two beautiful girls standing beside the table anxious to cater to his every desire. He finished the first beer, had another, and when he was done with his dinner, went out front still with half of his second beer while they cleaned up in the kitchen. "Will it work?" he asked Construct.

"Yes, you did well with the commands to make them members of your harem. They will give you their unqualified love and devotion. Later, as your powers grow, it will become much easier."

Chapter 3 - Sharley and Dakota

Sharley and Dakota came out of the kitchen and knelt before Jack. As he glanced down, they looked up, both smiling and with a look of desire in their eyes. I think three of us can fit in that big bed, he said.

Oh yes, Lord, Sharley said as she and Dakota stood.

In the very large master bedroom, Jack stood in front of the loveseat. Come here, he ordered. Sharley and Dakota moved to stand before him, looking into his face, waiting.

He turned to Sharley, taking her into his arms. She turned her head up, her lips parting, her eyes closing as he bent to kiss her. Her lips opened under his, welcoming his tongue. As their tongues touched, then moved together, she made soft murmuring sounds in the back of her throat.

They parted from the kiss, both breathing hard. Her head on his chest, she turned her face up. Jack, Lord, I love you so much and…and I loved you before, even when Dakota came back. It’s just...

I know, it’s better this way, he said.

He released Sharley, pulling Dakota into his arms, hugging her lush body, enjoying the feel of her soft breasts against his chest. She looked up, they kissed, her insistent tongue finding its way between his lips. Jack could hear her breathing deeply through her nose as their lips and tongues worked together. When he pulled away to catch his breath, Dakota raising up on her toes, her hand on his neck, pulled him to her again with a breathy More...

They kissed again, deeply. As they parted for the second time, he moved his hands to her breasts, squeezing the full flesh, feeling her nipples growing hard through the fabric of her shirt and bikini.

Jack sat on the loveseat, looking at both beautiful young women, his now to do with as he pleased. They were both staring at him, waiting for a sign, their bosoms rising and falling with their breathing. He thought he could detect the scent of female arousal, and then looking more closely he saw what seemed to be a shadow at the crotch of Dakota’s bikini.

Dakota, are you wet? he asked, staring at the dark spot.

She cast her eyes down for a second before boldly staring back at him. Yes, Lord, I’m very wet. I…I want you to take me.

I’m wet too, Sharley said, looking imploringly at Jack.

Take off the shirt, Jack ordered Dakota. Quickly, she pulled the garment off, over her head and tossed it to the floor. She was standing very straight, her back arched, thrusting out her bikini-covered breasts, the erect nipples tenting out the thin fabric, the large, dark pink areolas clearly visible through the white fabric.

At a gesture from Jack, Dakota reached behind to untie her bikini and slip it off, dropping it to the floor with her shirt. Her nipples seemed to grow even more erect when exposed to the air-conditioned atmosphere. With a soft sigh, Dakota cupped her heavy breasts in her hands for a second, her fingertips trailing over the hard nipples before letting her hands fell to her sides.

Now the panties, he commanded, watching as she slid her bikini bottoms down her long legs. She had a small tuft of dark gold hair above her bare pubis. At Jack’s gesture, she moved closer. He reached out, touching her labia, slick with her arousal. While Dakota sighed under his caresses, Jack remembered the girl in his dream, that other harem girl.

He looked at her for a second, then ordered her to turn so he could examine her high, round butt. With his hands, he spread her cheeks, looking at her tiny, dimpled anus. Touching it with his fingertip, Have you ever been fucked here? he asked.

No, never, she answered, gasping as he slid his finger into her asshole.

Forcing his finger deeper, You will, because I’m going to do it, wiggling his finger inside her. And you’re going to love it.

Yes, oh yes, Lord, she sighed.

Carefully withdrawing his finger, Jack turned Dakota, so she was facing him again. He stared into her face. When was the last time you had sex with a man?

Not for years.

And when was the last time you had sex?

Sunday, yesterday morning, with Sharley, turning her head to look at her lover.

Have you been with anyone else?

Looking again at Sharley before turning back to Jack. No, not since, since you left, and I moved in here. Her blue eyes opening wide, her hands reaching out to him, Lord, please take me now. I’ll, I’ll do anything for you, anything to please you.

I’ll take you, don’t worry about that, but in my own time, he laughed then ordered Dakota to move to the side while Sharley disrobed. It didn’t take long, and soon he was looking at that beautiful body he loved so much. Jack let his eyes wander over his ex-wife’s nakedness, the full, firm breasts capped with tiny pink nipples, engorged now with desire, the long legs, the slim waist, the soft swell of her belly, her pussy, shaved smooth as she had kept it as long as he had known her.

Jack paused for a moment admiring the two naked women before him. They were models, but not thin-bodied fashion models. Sharley and Dakota were lingerie and bikini models, with full breasts, slim waists, womanly hips. They did a little acting too. That was how he met Sharley, when she was hired for a Lexus commercial for the southern California market. She had just the high-class, sexy good looks they needed.

Kneel here, both of you, he ordered, pointing. Take off my shoes and socks, then you can undress me.

Oh yes, Lord, Sharley said, kneeling in front of him, Dakota kneeling with her. One to each shoe, they struggled with the thick laces, then slid his shoes and socks off.

Jack stood and began unbuttoning his shirt. Let us do that, Lord, Sharley said. Soon they were sliding his shirt down his arms. Then they lifted the bottom