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[STORY] Warmth of a Touch, by Eric Storm (formerly Net Wolf) [11 / 15] 
(first, inc, mc, rom, teen, etc...)


********** STORY INFORMATION **********

Warmth of a Touch
by Eric Storm (formerly known as Net Wolf)
(C)2005 by Eric Storm

Chapter 11 of 15

Genres: Drama, Science Fiction
Code(s) Used: ds, first, inc, mc, reluc, rom, sm, teen, viol
Pairings Used: 3+, MF, fF, fM

Martin Gallagher, college student and quiet teen, suddenly
discovers the family secret. He has been given this new power
to attract women with little more than a touch, but it makes
him uncomfortable. What makes it worse is what he's told he's
supposed to do with it. Will he manage to adjust and accept it?

***************************************

This story will be posted in its entirety, one chapter a day.  
If you do not wish to wait, or you want to read my other stories,
you may go to my website at http://storm.wolfpub.org .  If you
wish to read the other authors at The Mystic Wolf Pub, the base
address is http://www.wolfpub.org .  I hope you enjoy the story.

************** THE STORY **************

 
                --===Warmth of a Touch, Chapter 11===--
 
Chapter 11
 
 
 
    Martin was in high spirits as he pulled into Rio Lobos.  He
still had a few weeks before school started, he'd had a good set of
summer trips, and he was now coming home to a family of ladies who were
looking forward to greeting him.
 
    Home?  When had home moved from Florida to New Mexico?  How
had that happened?  Somewhere along the way, Martin had declared Katie
Sarento's house his "home", or maybe his dorm room, but he no longer
thought of his trips to Florida as trips "home", but rather trips to
see his family.  It was odd, but he didn't let it bother him.
 
    He pulled into the driveway and put the top up on the car.
It was a beautiful day, and he had wanted to take advantage of that
during the drive.  He climbed out of the car and grabbed his bag before
heading into the house.
 
    "Hey, everyone," he called out, not loudly but certain to
be heard.
 
    A blonde blur came streaking around the corner and collided
firmly with his body.  Had he not been fully expecting it, he would
have been felled to the ground.  Monica kissed him strongly and
repeatedly, hugging him fiercely.
 
    "I missed you, too," Martin said with a smile.  Jennifer
was right behind her, and her embrace was no less enthusiastic.
 
    When the two girls were done with him, Martin was faced
with Katie Sarento.  She embraced him warmly, and kissed him.  Her
tongue insisted on entry into his mouth, and he granted it, only to
have his tongue wonderfully accosted by hers.  Her grip tightened
somewhat as their tongues dueled.  Martin slipped his hands down onto
her ass and squeezed, rewarding her for such a warm welcome home.
 
    When they finally parted, Katie was out of breath, and
Martin had a big smile on his face.  "I kind of like being greeted
after a long trip," he said with a chuckle.  The girls all blushed, but
smiled.  "Where's Sarah?  I kind of expected her to be here."
 
    "She ran to the store to get some stuff," Jen explained.
"She'll be back in a couple of minutes.  She's going to be upset that
she wasn't here when you arrived."
 
    "I'm sure she'll get over it," he said with a twinkle in
his eye.  "So, how was everything while I was gone?"
 
 
 
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    Martin spent the next few days helping Katie get everything
unpacked and in place, helping to settle in to her new home.  He did,
of course, make sure that the home was properly christened, spending a
night away from his sister, which she wasn't entirely thrilled by, but
understood.
 
    Now, he was in his bedroom, unpacking his own things.
Katie had insisted on giving him the "Master" bedroom, even though he
would not be using it during the school year, or at least not to
actually *sleep* in.  He was hanging up his clothes, when he heard a
familiar voice coming from one of the other bedrooms.
 
    Martin stepped out into the hallway, to see if there was
something going on that he needed to know about.  He moved down the
hall until he came to the room where he found Sarah and Lianna
talking.  Lianna was looking off into the distance, as if she was lost
in thought.  Sarah saw him at the door, and, with her eyes, motioned
for him to stay, but to be quiet.  He nodded understanding.
 
    "I know it's not fair of me to be jealous," Lianna said.
"You know, I'm not even comfortable with my feelings toward you.  You
got to spend half the summer with him, you had him almost to yourself."
 
    "Except for Becca," Sarah said softly, "Who he is more fond
of than he is me."
 
    Martin had to bite his tongue from saying anything just
then.  He would certainly have a talk with Sarah later.
 
    "Right, but it was just the three of you.  I had him all to
myself for a little while, but then... Not that I don't think he
deserves every bit of the happiness he has.  When I... made that little
mistake, early this year... Anyone else would have run from me.  Marty
was right there, he actually forgave me for my stupidity."
 
    "He's a wonderful guy," Sarah said.
 
    "I just... I want to be with him!  But he's so busy lately,
taking care of Katie and the girls, and spending time with you...
Sorry."
 
    "It's okay.  I know it's hard.  It was very difficult to
stay away from him when he didn't know who I was, and what he was."
 
    Lianna looked up at her.  "I hadn't thought of that.  That
must have been even harder than not being around him at all."
 
    "It was," she confirmed.  "But, now I don't have to hide
from him.  Have you thought of telling him how you feel?"
 
    "I can't do that!  He's the master here, not me.  It's not
my place to tell him what to do."
 
    Sarah gave a warning glance to Martin before she
continued.  She knew he wouldn't like *that* line of reasoning.  "I
think you'll find, Lianna, that Marty sometimes doesn't realize what
we're thinking, or feeling.  He's not being cruel, or indifferent, but
he's only got so many things he can think about at once.  If you really
feel the need to be with him, you need to let him know that.  If you
feel neglected, *say so*.  You're not telling him what to do; you're
telling him that there's a problem.  It's up to him to decide how to
fix it."
 
    "You really think he wouldn't be upset with me?"
 
    Sarah sighed.  Lianna was perhaps the most dependent of
Martin's slaves.  She hoped Martin understood that.  To Lianna, she
said, "I honestly don't think there's much you could say that would
make Martin upset with you."
 
    Martin slipped away at that point.  He hadn't realized that
it had been so hard on Lianna.  He'd meant to get together with her
during the past few days, but things had piled up on him, and he hadn't
managed.  He chastised himself for that as he walked down the hall back
to his own room.  He would remedy this problem as soon as possible.
 
 
 
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    The next morning, Martin drove over to Lianna's house.  It
wasn't yet 6:30, and he knew that she would still be asleep.  He wanted
that.  He was quiet about closing his car door, and he didn't knock.
Instead, he used the key that she had given him months ago to get into
the house.  He could almost sense the stillness inside, and he was
fairly certain that she was not yet awake.
 
    Martin walked softly through the living room, and into her
bedroom.  He stopped, seeing her bundled up beneath the covers and
snoring softly.  He thought she looked adorable, and it was a shame to
wake her up.  Still, today was about her more than it was about him,
and it wouldn't do for him to stand there, watching her sleep.
 
    Lianna shifted as Martin sat down on the bed, but she
didn't wake up.  He turned, and then lay down beside her.  He put his
arm around her, and squeezed gently.  Lianna moaned, and it was clear
that she was beginning to wake.  He leaned down and kissed the nape of
her neck, and worked his way up to her earlobe.  By the time he reached
her jaw line, he knew she was awake.
 
    Lianna pressed herself back against her master as he kissed
her.  She loved the feel of his strong arm wrapped around her body, and
his soft, feathery kisses drove her crazy with desire.
 
    When Martin's lips finally reached Lianna's ear, they
whispered, "Good morning."
 
    "Mm.  Good morning, Master.  How may I be of service to you
today?"  *Please, oh, please...*
 
    "By getting up.  We're going on a little trip today."
 
    Lianna turned over, a question in her eyes.  "Master?"
 
    "Make sure to wear your hiking boots," he said.  Lianna
smiled.
 
    "Is anyone else coming with us, Master?" she asked.
 
    "Just you and me today, Dr. Preston," he said, using her
formal name playfully.  She hugged him and gave him a deep,
soul-warming kiss.  He embraced her, and caressed her bare back while
she worked her tongue deep into his mouth.  He enjoyed her attentions,
but this would not get them out of the house.  He gingerly pulled her
away from him, to see her cute, pouting face.
 
    "C'mon.  We've got to get going, or we won't get to the top
by lunchtime."  He hopped up out of the bed, and walked out of the
room, leaving a slightly confused Lianna behind.
 
    *The top of what?*
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    It had taken an hour to drive outside of Rio Lobos into the
rocky hills.  Martin stopped in the middle of literally nowhere; the
area on the map was indicated as public, unused land.  It was easy to
see why; the rocks were steep enough to make the going here impossible
in anything without either feet, or possibly tracks.
 
    Martin knew that Lianna liked to go rock climbing, but that
she hated doing it alone.  These hills were not steep enough to need
climbing gear, but they would be a challenge for Martin, who was not
really used to the sport.  He got their backpacks out of the trunk, and
handed one to Lianna.  He had prepared these just before coming to her
house, so she had no idea what was in them.  She only knew that hers
was not that heavy.
 
    "I was driving out here a few months ago," Martin said,
"Just killing time.  That was back near the end of last semester.  When
I saw these hills, I thought you might not have tried them yet."  The
small mountain they were standing in front of now was at least three
thousand feet high.  It was a steep but not impossible climb, and he
knew that the top of this particular 'hill' was fairly flat, which
would be a good place to stop and have lunch.
 
    Lianna looked at her master with love and adoration.  He
could have taken her anywhere, and she would have been happy just to be
with him.  She knew this was not 'his' sport; it was hers.  That he
would take a day out of his life to spend time with her doing something
she loved... her devotion to him grew markedly in a matter of seconds.
 
    Martin mostly understood the look on her face, but didn't
care to dwell on it.  He said, "Well, we better get going if we're
going to have lunch at the summit.  You'd better lead off; I don't know
what I'm doing."  He smiled to show that he was mostly kidding, but he
didn't, in fact, know the finer points of rock climbing.  He hoped he'd
not bitten off more than he could chew for a first go.
 
    Lianna gave Martin one final hug, and she said, "Thank you
so much, Master."  Then she turned and studied the mountain for a few
moments, picking her path.  Once she'd decided, she made for the base,
and began the ascent.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    It took them quite some time to make it to the top.  Martin
was very worried about his abilities, and Lianna was concerned that he
would get hurt.  She took it slowly, and chose her path carefully,
taking the easiest route.  This was certainly not the shortest route,
however, and their 3,000-foot climb took them over three hours to
accomplish.  When they finally climbed onto the summit, which was a
large, flat area the size of a basketball court, Martin took a deep
breath as he looked at the view.  He then looked back down the path
they had just come up.
 
    "Damn, that's harder than it looks," he gasped.
 
    "Are you okay?" Lianna asked, concerned.
 
    "Well, I'm here...  Beyond that, I'll tell you in a while."
 
    Martin slipped off his backpack, and opened it.  Inside, he
had a thick, rough blanket.  It was made for using outdoors, and he
spread it on the rocks, to give them someplace to sit that would not be
scorching their bodies.  It was a large blanket, and they sat down next
to each other, looking out at the scenery.  From where they were, they
could almost see the White Sands desert to the southeast.  They could
see Las Cruces, off to the northeast, and they could make out the Rio
Lobos, off to the west.
 
    Lianna and Martin sat for a long moment, just looking at
the scenery.  It was a wonderful moment.
 
    "Did you pack any sunscreen?" Lianna asked Martin.
 
    "Of course," he said.  He reached into his pack and pulled
out a bottle.  He looked back, to find Lianna taking off her shirt.  He
was somewhat surprised that she would strip, here in the middle of
nowhere.  He soon realized she was wearing a bikini top.  In a few more
seconds, he also realized she was wearing a bikini bottom.  He wondered
how comfortable that had been to climb in, but it wasn't a thong
bikini, so he figured it might not have been too bad.
 
    Lianna lay down on her stomach on the blanket.  "Could you
put some on me?  I don't want to burn."
 
    "My pleasure," Martin assured her.  He squeezed the lotion
onto her lower back, and began rubbing.  Lianna reached back and untied
her bikini top, so that she would not create a tan line.  Martin rubbed
her body liberally with the lotion, making sure to get everything from
her ankles to her neck.
 
    Martin put the bottle away and lay back himself, using his
pack as a pillow.  There was a hawk circling in the distance, and he
watched it as it suddenly dove for the ground, obviously after its own
lunch.  He had their lunch safely stashed in Lianna's pack, but he
wasn't really hungry just yet.  The climb up this rock had winded him a
bit, and he was only now recovering from it.  He was sure he'd be
hungry in a little while.  In the meantime, it was a nice day to be
with his girl.  The two of them lay silently beside each other,
enjoying the warm day and the company.
 
    After about ten minutes, Lianna said to him, "Master, can
you put more lotion on me, so I don't burn?"
 
    Martin was about to tell her it wasn't really needed, when
he looked over at her.  She had turned herself over, and he had a very
nice view of her tits.  Those monster mounds begged for his attention,
but he knew that if he didn't put lotion on her, in this position, she
*would* burn, and it would be very uncomfortable.
 
    "Hmm.  Okay, I'll do it, but you're gonna owe me," he said
mischievously.  He squirted the lotion on her abdomen, and began
rubbing it in.  He worked downward first, making sure her legs were
fully coated.  He then put a little lotion on his hands and very gently
rubbed it across her face, protecting her fair skin from damage.
 
    Finally, with no place left to go, he squirted the lotion
directly on her tits, and then set the bottle down.  With both hands,
he began massaging the lotion into her breasts with vigor.  His fingers
squeezed her tits and rubbed repeatedly over her nipples.  It was only
seconds before Lianna uttered her first moan of pleasure.
 
    Martin leaned down and kissed Lianna, his tongue softly
penetrating her lips.  Her tongue came forth to meet his, and their
tongues tangoed wetly while Martin's hands continued to ply Lianna's
breasts.
 
    Lianna brought her hands up to press against Martin's
chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt and wishing that he would
remove it.  Finally, frustrated by the situation, Lianna reached down
and grabbed the hem of his shirt, yanking it forcibly up to his arms.
At this point, Martin got the idea, and broke their kiss only long
enough to finish taking off his shirt.  He leaned down against Lianna,
feeling her wonderful, lotion-slick tits pressing into his chest.
Their kissing resumed with greater passion as his hands now rubbed
along her sides, making their way downward.
 
    It wasn't long before Martin's fingers reached the top of
the bikini, which was held with a tie at each hip.  He deftly tugged on
these ties, and they parted beneath his insisting fingers.  Lianna
groaned in anticipation as he pulled the fabric clear of her body,
exposing her wet, wanting pussy to the world.
 
    Martin next went to work on his own pants, and had to fight
off Lianna's hands so he could manage to get it done more quickly.  He
shoved his pants down below his knees, and then tried to ignore their
existence.
 
    "Oh, God, yes, Master!" Lianna squealed as she saw his
cock, hard and ready for her.  "Oh, please fuck me, Master!"
 
    Martin smiled down at his slave, and placed the head of his
dick at the entrance to her cunt.  He leaned down and kissed her as he
slid his prick into her, moving slowly so that her tight pussy could
adjust to his penetration.  She moaned into his mouth at the feel of
his hard shaft inside her again.
 
    As Martin began to move within her, he allowed Lianna to
feel the normal power of the warmth.  She was almost addicted to the
sensation, and to deny it to her would have been cruel.  She broke
their kiss and cried out loud as she felt the warmth pouring into her
body from every place that she made contact with him, but most
especially in her pussy.  The warmth washed over her again and again,
coating her consciousness with his presence.  The commands, no longer
necessary, were welcomed into her mind and she emblazoned them onto her
psyche without any effort on Martin's part at all.
 
    As Martin reached down and tweaked one of her nipples,
Lianna had her first orgasm of the day, screaming out her pleasure and
arching her back.  Martin continued to slam deep into her, sending her
higher and higher, until she finally peaked.  He slowed down, but did
not stop, as her body retreated from the heights of bliss.  He knew she
would not be done, and he had not come with her.
 
    As she started to settle from her orgasm, Martin embraced
her, and rolled.  Lianna pulled her legs under her, so she was
kneeling, his cock still firmly entrenched inside her cunt.  She lifted
herself up slightly, and smiled down at her master.  Martin, seeing her
tits swinging above him, took one gently in hand and began to suck on
it.  As his tongue slipped over the erect nipple, Lianna groaned loudly.
 
    Lianna's hips moved almost of their own accord, rocking
back and forth on Martin's cock.  Soon, Lianna began to move up and
down, allowing the muscles of her pussy to massage Martin's dick and
send wonderful tingles of pleasure all through his body.  Martin
continued to work on Lianna's breasts, switching from nipple to nipple
as she began to ride him faster and faster.
 
    Martin was beginning to approach his own point of no
return, and he could tell that Lianna was quite ready for another
climax.  He began to thrust his hips up in time with her movements,
driving his dick more deeply inside her with each plunge.  Lianna began
to grunt in sheer joy as the waves of pleasure pulsed through her
body.  Her hips were slamming down onto Martin's cock as his hips
jabbed back up at her.  The two climbed higher and higher until finally
they went soaring off the edge of the precipice of pleasure, lost in
the delight of the sensations of the moment.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    The couple spent a long time recovering from their
passions, and by the time they had both caught their breath and
redressed - Lianna all the way back to her hiking clothes - it was time
for lunch, and they were both ready for food.  They chatted about
nothing of consequence while they ate, sitting side by side on the
blanket, and watching the few clouds in the sky roll by them.
 
    When the time came for them to begin their descent, Martin
wasn't really looking forward to it.  Going down was harder than going
up, and he would be far more careful.  Lianna, aware of his hesitance,
took her own sweet time about it, and it took nearly four hours to get
back down.
 
    The drive back to town was quiet and serene; neither of
them felt any need to say anything.  When they returned to Lianna's
house, it was time for a shower, which involved far more playing than
washing, since they took it together.  After that, Martin told her to
get dressed and he took her out to dinner.
 
    "This has been an absolutely perfect day, Marty," Lianna
said, only barely stuttering on his name.  "How did you know?"
 
    "I overheard you talking to Sarah.  She's right, you know;
you should have said something.  I'm having enough trouble keeping up
with all the weird crap happening to me, I really *don't* know when I'm
neglecting my responsibilities with you, or any of the others."
 
    "It's okay..."
 
    "No, it's *not*.  I should be more considerate than that,
but I just can't keep track.  So, from now on, if you feel I'm not
paying enough attention, please say something.  I promise I won't get
mad at you."
 
    "Okay," she said, beaming him a beautiful smile.  Dinner
passed in a pleasant blur, and the dancing afterward was likewise a
wonderful experience.
 
    By the time Martin pulled back in front of Lianna's house,
it was nearly ten o'clock at night.
 
    "Master," she said, now that they were alone, "I don't know
how to thank you for such a wonderful day."
 
    He opened the car door, and walked her into the house,
unlocking the door with his key.  "Who said it was over?" he said as he
closed the door behind him.
 
 
 
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    Martin was standing on top of his dorm the next afternoon,
looking out over the campus.  He wasn't allowed to stay in the dorm
during the summer, but there was a limited access to the facility for
those who lived in the area.  The roof of his particular dorm was
something of a gathering spot for the students; it had been created as
an outdoor study facility, and was popular as such.
 
    Martin's mood was both confused and upset, mainly with
himself.  He'd come up here because he knew that, at this time of the
year, at this time of day, there would be no one here.  He'd wanted to
try to think some things out for himself.  It had not been a successful
time.
 
    It was just about to start raining, and Martin stood up
from the railing where he was leaning.  Just then, he spotted Sarah,
heading for his dorm.  He wondered if she was just wandering, or had a
purpose.
 
    "Looking for me?" he called down to her.  She immediately
looked up, and smiled.
 
    "Yeah.  Wait there, I'll be right up."
 
    Martin shrugged, and went to sit beneath one of the large
covered areas.  Even if it was going to rain, he could stay out here
all afternoon.  The first large raindrops started to fall as the door
to the roof opened, and Sarah walked out.  She hunched and ran as the
rain came down in earnest.  She slid onto the bench next to Martin, and
hugged him.  He returned the embrace, heedless of her damp state.
 
    "What's up?" he asked.
 
    "Everyone was wondering where you went.  I decided to come
looking for you.  Is something wrong?"
 
    "Hmph," Martin mumbled.  He looked off into the distance.
"There is definitely something wrong with *me*, yes."
 
    "I don't understand."
 
    "Here I am, about to start my second year in college.  I
had a Dean's List average for my first year.  I have no less than four
slaves and a sister right here in Rio Lobos who want nothing more than
to... make me happy... and yet I'm not."
 
    "Oh."  Sarah sat thoughtfully, watching the rain come
down.  She wasn't sure how to respond to that.  Her training throughout
her upbringing had taught her that Martin would gain happiness through
the use of his power.  Now, he'd been using it, and still he wasn't
happy.  She frowned, and missed something he'd said, partly because of
a thunderclap just then.  "What?" she asked him.
 
    "I miss her," he said again, more loudly.
 
    "Becca?" Sarah guessed.
 
    "Caitlyn," he said with great finality.
 
    "Who?" Sarah asked in confusion.
 
    "That's right, I haven't had a chance to tell you about my
trip to the Grand Canyon."  Martin reached into his jacket and pulled
out a picture.  He'd printed it from the digital pictures he'd taken
that week, along with almost all of the rest of the pictures of Caitlyn
he'd taken.  He handed it to Sarah.
 
    "That's Caitlyn."
 
    "Pretty," Sarah said honestly.
 
    "Very.  She was a member of the small group I was assigned
to on my trip.  We spent a lot of time together."
 
    "Is she a... slave?" Sarah asked delicately.  She knew he
didn't like the word.  She didn't understand the wide grin that spread
across his face.  Finally, he shook his head.
 
    "Not a slave.  She's like you.  She's completely immune.
Her family is like ours... only not as polite," he said, remembering
his run-in with her brother.  "A chance encounter, and pure luck that
we hit it off.  We spent all six days together.  Well, I mean, not
*all* the time, but since we were in the same small group, we were
always doing stuff together, and we just sort of... grew close."
 
    "Can we go in?  It's hard to talk out here," Sarah said.
The storm was really coming down, and the lightning was hitting fairly
close to campus.  Martin nodded, and they got up and ran across the
roof to the door.  They both shook themselves off as they made their
way down the stairs, trying to dry off.  Once they were inside Martin's
room, they continued to talk while Martin changed.  He gave Sarah a
towel so she could dry herself, at least.
 
    "Caitlyn had a little scare on the second day of the trip.
She nearly fell into the canyon.  I pulled her back, and things sort of
went from there.  I tried to look out for her, just being myself,
really... I guess she liked that.  Seeing her family, I don't wonder
why.  I don't think anybody's really given a damn about her since her
brother was born.  They tell the kids about the warmth early on.  Her
brother is an arrogant asshole.  I nearly broke his arm the first and
only time I met him."
 
    "Geez."
 
    "Anyway, I did my usual big-brother routine on her, and,
well... we did eventually get together.  That's about it.  I miss her.
Here I am, girls literally waiting at my beckon call, and I want
something I can't have.  Have I grown so... I don't even know the
word... am I so screwed up as that?"
 
    Sarah finally handed back the picture.  "That's not screwed
up, Marty.  Sounds like you really have feelings for her.  Maybe you
two can meet again somewhere.  Did you get a contact from her?  Phone
number, address?"
 
    "I've got her email address, and she's got mine.  I've been
hoping to hear from her, but I'm afraid to email her myself.  I don't
want to seem like a desperate jerk..."
 
    Sarah rolled her eyes at him.  "It's a good thing you've
got the warmth.  You're hopeless when it comes to dating."  She smiled,
to take the sting out of her words.
 
    "Look who's talking, Ms. Won't Date Anyone But Her
Brother..."
 
    "Hah!  I dated.  I just didn't sleep with anyone."  Sarah
stuck her tongue out at him, and they both laughed.  "Anyway, you need
to keep in touch with her.  Maybe you two can get together next summer,
or something.  I don't know.  But if you feel that way about her, you
should do something."
 
    "Yeah, you're right.  Thanks, Sarah."
 
    "Anytime.  You know, I'm awfully cold..."
 
    Martin slid over next to her.  "Does my sissy need
something to warm her up?"  He slid his hand in-between her thighs as
he asked, and she parted her legs slightly to let him.  She purred her
answer.  They never really heard the rest of the thunderstorm.
 
 
 
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    Martin's head lifted as the phone began to ring.  He was
still in bed, though it was nearly ten o'clock.  Jen reached for the
phone before he could bother with it.  Instead, he allowed his hand to
caress her side as she answered the phone with a smile on her face.
 
    "Hello, Sarento residence.  Yes, he's right here.  May I
ask who this is?  One second, please."  Rolling over and handing Martin
the phone, she said, "It's your uncle."
 
    Martin took the phone with a worried expression.  There was
no reason for Uncle Josh to call him now unless there was a problem.
"Uncle Josh?"
 
    "Martin, there is a ticket waiting for you at the El Paso
airport.  Your plane leaves at four o'clock.  Get your ass in gear.
You need to be on that plane."
 
    Martin bolted upright in bed.  "What's wrong?"
 
    "Look, no one's dying, but you need to be home, *now*.  It
will be easier if we just explain when you get here.  Now, get going!"
Uncle Josh hung up before Martin could think to ask any other
questions.  He stared at the phone for a long moment, and then he
slowly handed it back to Jen.
 
    "Master?  Is there something wrong?"
 
    He arched his eyebrows at that question.  "Apparently, but
he wouldn't tell me what.  I've got a plane to catch in... six hours.
I've got to get moving."  Martin got up out of the bed, and decided
that a shower was absolutely necessary.  "You can stay right there," he
said.  "I actually want to get clean!"  He laughed at her feigned hurt
expression as he headed for the master bathroom.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Martin pulled into the long-term parking at the airport,
and got out.  He had no idea how long he'd be gone, because he had no
clue what was wrong at home.  As he walked into the airport, the only
thing he had to smile about was Katie's farewell kiss.  She'd kissed
him for a solid minute, and then beseeched him to drive carefully,
because she wanted him back home as soon as possible.
 
    *Back home.  Yes, Rio Lobos is home now.  What I'm doing
now is going *away*, not going home.*
 
    Martin easily made it through security.  He'd put
everything in his luggage, so if it got lost, he could replace it all
without much trouble.  He picked up his ticket and went to wait at the
gate.  He wished his uncle had been a little more considerate; without
any specific thing to worry about, Martin was left simply worrying, and
that was extremely stressful.  He also didn't like that he'd had to
leave without so much as telling Sarah where he was going.  She'd gone
home to visit Aunt Laurie for a few days, and so it was unclear when
she'd find out about his trip.
 
    Finally, the flight was called, and he made his way onto
the aircraft.  He settled into his seat, stared at the wall in front of
him, and wished he had some idea as to what the fuck was going on.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    It was already after ten o'clock when the wheels of the
airliner touched down in Tampa, and Martin was more than ready to get
on with whatever was going on there that required him to drop
everything and come running.  He assumed it had something to do with
Becca, and that only made his fears more vivid and terrifying in his
mind, but he had no justification to believe any of them as the truth.
 
    His uncle was waiting for him in the airport, and shook his
head before Martin was even able to open his mouth.
 
    "Not here, and not until we get back home.  We need to all
be together when we discuss it.  C'mon."
 
    Martin followed behind, silent but brooding.  If it was
*that* important, why couldn't he tell him here?
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    The ride to his parents' house was silent and
uncomfortable.  Josh tried to focus solely on the drive, while Martin
merely sat and stewed in worry.  Finally, they pulled into the
driveway, and Martin was out of the truck before Josh had even managed
to get the engine off.  He was in the house in a matter of seconds, and
there he came to a stop.  His father shook his head negatively, and
motioned for them to go out onto the screened-in porch.  Martin had
long noticed that conversations on the porch could not be heard inside
the house, even if they were a little lively.  That would be put to the
test this night.
 
    "Okay, what's so important?  What's *wrong*?"
 
    "You might want to sit down for this, Marty," Trent said.
Martin refused, politely, and Trent looked over at Josh.  This was
awkward for everyone.
 
    "Marty," Trent began.  "It's about Becca."
 
    "I kind of figured that out.  What happened to her?  That
guy hurt her again?  I'll kill him this time..."  Martin let out a deep
desire of his own, and that caused the other two to share another look,
this one with meaning in it.  Had Martin been able to interpret it, he
would have wondered why they were actually glad for his emotions.
 
    "Marty, Becca is pregnant."
 
    "*WHAT?*" Martin thundered.  "By who?"
 
    "Apparently, by you.  She swears up and down that she
hasn't slept with anyone else."
 
    "You said that was impossible!"
 
    "It is.  Well, I mean, it's supposed to be.  I mean, it's
never happened before in our family."
 
    "What do you mean, 'in our family'?  It's happened in
others like us?"
 
    Trent shrugged.  "I don't know any other families like
ours, so I wouldn't know.  It's never happened to a Gallagher before,
though."
 
    "Marty," Josh broke in, "we know that you're unique.  You
have lots of traits that most of us don't have.  You can block out the
warmth entirely, even during oral sex.  You have your ability with
kids.  You are highly attractive to females, even without touching
them.  Now, it appears you've managed to break a barrier that we have
never seen broken before."
 
    "Great.  Just fucking great."  Martin was so upset, he
didn't even worry about the profanity in front of his family, neither
of whom said a word.  Martin paced back and forth.  "You're telling me
that now I *do* have to worry about all that stuff I was initially
worried about, having sex with Becca."
 
    "I don't know," Josh replied.  "You're beyond what we
understand, now.  You could have some special ability that will keep
the child free of defects.  You could simply have a normal child, with
whom you'll take the normal risks.  By the way, I checked, and the risk
of problems in a first-generation child like this one is barely above
that of any child born of widely-separated genetic parents."
 
    "If it's a boy, does this make him my first-born?  Any
girls I have in the future would be attracted to him?"
 
    Trent shook his head again.  "Marty, I understand your need
for information, but we just don't have any.  This is just... we've
never been here before.  Nobody in our family has ever been here
before.  You're a first."
 
    "Just fucking wonderful.  Where's Becca?" he asked.
 
    "She's asleep.  She's had a really long day.  She only
found out this morning, and needless to say, it wasn't welcome news to
anyone."
 
    "Shit.  Well, no point in waking her up now.  I'll have to
talk to her first thing in the morning."
 
    "Marty?  What are you going to tell her?"
 
    "Tell her?"
 
    "To do with the baby?"
 
    "Hell if I know.  I have to know what she wants, first.
Did you tell her that this wasn't supposed to happen?"
 
    Both men shook their heads.  "There is always the chance
that she is the odd one, and not you.  We don't know anything,
medically, about the warmth.  We've always said that the men couldn't
make the women pregnant, but it could simply be that the women normally
refuse to get pregnant by the men.  That would make Becca the oddity
this time, and we didn't figure she needed *that* on top of everything
else."
 
    "Okay, good.  I'll talk to her in the morning.  I'm going
to bed now."
 
    Martin walked back into the house, leaving the other two
behind.  They didn't follow him, but instead looked at each other,
wondering what he would ultimately do.
 
    Meanwhile, Martin walked directly to his sister's room.  He
quietly opened the door, and saw her shape lying on the bed, sleeping.
He walked over to her and uncovered her.  He looked down at her
nightgown-covered form, and smiled.  She was growing more beautiful by
the day.  He gently lifted her from the bed, and she instinctively
wrapped her arms around his neck, though she didn't wake up.
Carefully, he carried her into his bedroom.  He laid her down on the
bed, and worked to get her under the covers.  After going to the
bathroom and getting his suitcase out of the truck, he undressed and
lay down beside her.  It took him a long time to go to sleep, wondering
what he would say to her when she awoke.
 
 
 
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    Martin had a lousy night's sleep, and he was awake long
before Becca stirred, even though she'd gone to sleep an hour before
he'd even lain down with her.  He stroked her hair as she lay sleeping,
and she mewled in her sleep, feeling his touch and enjoying the peace
it brought with it.  Martin wished he could feel the slightest bit of
the peace she was enjoying, but then he realized that, as bad as this
problem was for him, it was going to get much, much worse for her, as
her body began to show the obvious signs of pregnancy to the world.
 
    Eventually, she began to stir, and she woke up slowly.
When she felt Martin's hand against her, she knew who that was, and she
smiled despite herself.  It only took her a few more moments to realize
that he shouldn't be there, and then her eyes opened.
 
    "Hey, Becca," he said softly.  "Good morning."  He wrapped
his arms around her and pulled her to him.  She came readily, wanting
to feel his comforting embrace.  She pressed herself deeply against
him, and felt that warm, loving feeling he'd always been able to
provide for her, no matter how bad things got.
 
    "I swear it's yours, Marty," she said urgently.  He sensed
that her worry was about whether he believed her or not.  He had never
doubted her loyalty for a second.
 
    "I believe you.  I love you, Becca."
 
    "I love you, too.  Marty, I'm scared."
 
    "Having a baby can be pretty scary.  You're awfully young
to be stuck with this kind of responsibility.  What do you want to do?"
 
    "I don't understand," she said, looking up at him.
 
    "You have choices, Becca.  You can keep the baby, you can
have the baby and put it up for adoption, or," he paused, uncomfortable
with the next suggestion, "you can have an abortion."
 
    "No way!  This is *your* baby, Marty.  You gave it to me.
I'm not ever going to hurt it!"
 
    "Okay, okay.  Shh.  I had to present it as an option."
 
    "It's *not* an option, okay?"
 
    "All right.  That means you're in for nine months of very
unpleasant life.  Of course, the next question is, do you want to keep
the baby, or put it up for adoption?"
 
    "Marty, do *you* want this baby?"
 
    He was afraid she'd eventually ask that.  "I don't know.
I'm certainly in no position to be here for you, to help you through
the pregnancy, or to help you through the birth, or to help you
through... well, just about anything else.  Becca, I want this to be
your decision.  Mom and Dad will help you raise the baby, I'm sure,
until we can be living together and raise it ourselves.  But that means
that you won't have much of a life after this, at least not what your
usual teenager would have."
 
    "Marty... I love you, and I know all about the way people
treat girls who get pregnant at fourteen and all of that... I don't
think I can give him up.  You gave me this baby.  I know it sounds kind
of childish, but I can't really think about giving away something you
gave me.  Especially not something as important as this."
 
    Martin embraced her even more tightly.  Somehow, he'd had a
feeling it would go like this.  He couldn't decide, though, if it had
been a sinking feeling or not.  He really couldn't place his own
emotions.  This was far beyond anything he'd expected to have to deal
with.
 
    "I love you, too, Becca.  If you want to keep the baby,
then that's what we'll do.  We'll figure out the rest of it as needed.
I guess you went through a whole bunch of tests yesterday, huh?"
 
    "Yeah.  The baby's okay, they say.  They're running the
genetic tests now, but we won't have those results for a little while."
 
    "How far along are you?"
 
    "About four weeks.  I started feeling kind of ill, and
that's why I went to the doctor.  Also, my breasts are a little sore.
She said that's normal."
 
    Martin relaxed his grip on her a little.  "Sorry, didn't
know that was uncomfortable."
 
    "That's okay," she said with a warm smile.  "Being close to
you makes me forget what hurts."  He kissed her warmly for the first
time that day, and she responded in kind.  They necked for a little
while, until it was time that they got up.  Martin helped her out of
the bed, because she seemed a little dizzy.
 
    "You okay?"
 
    She shook her head, as if to clear it.  "This is what I've
been going through.  The doc says it's normal, but it's not a hell of a
lot of fun.  She says the slower I get out of bed, the better I'll feel
about it."
 
    "Why get out of bed at all, then?" Martin said with a
chuckle.  Becca laughed.
 
    "You going to hand-feed me for the next eight months?"
 
    "Hmm," he said.  "On the other hand, you better get up."
He laughed as she finally made it to her feet.  She hugged him, and
then headed off for the bathroom.  He also had to go, but it could wait.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    "So, what did you decide?" Trent asked his son.  The two
were sitting on the porch.  Becca was in her room, watching television,
and their mother was making lunch.
 
    "We decided to keep the baby.  I'm worried about how we can
raise him, though... I mean, she's only fourteen, and I've still got
three more years of school left."
 
    "Don't worry over that too much.  I'm sure we can work out
the details.  We've got a while, yet."
 
    "True enough."
 
    "Son, why do you want this child?"
 
    "Mainly, because Becca doesn't want to give it up.  Still,
I mean, lots of guys my age have kids... it's just that we don't
usually have them with girls who are just about to go into high school."
 
    "Yes.  Well, it's your decision.  We'll take care of
Becca's medical bills and such, so don't worry about that.  Do you
think you'll be able to be here for the delivery?"
 
    "I don't know... that's eight months from now.  We'll be in
the middle of the spring semester.  Maybe we'll get lucky, and she'll
give birth during Spring Break."  Martin chuckled, and his father
joined in.
 
    "I'm sorry we rushed you over here, but I knew that Becca
would need your support just now, and of course, there was the issue of
making the decisions.  Did we take you away from anything urgent?"
 
    "No, not really.  I took my trip to the Grand Canyon the
week before last.  That was... interesting.  I ran into a family with
our ability."
 
    "Oh?"
 
    "Yeah.  Kind of assholes, except for the daughter."
 
    "Do tell," Trent said with a smile.
 
    "She was on the same trip I was.  We ended up in the same
small group.  She's a nice girl.  Her name is Caitlyn."
 
    Trent nodded.  "Well, we'd always suspected there were
other families.  Now we know.  You plan on seeing her again?"
 
    "I don't know.  I have her email address, but her family
doesn't like me very much."
 
    "Isn't she attached to a brother?"
 
    "No.  Too much age difference, and her brother's a jerk."
 
    Trent nodded again.  "Well, let me know if you ever hear
from her.  It's interesting to know there really are others."
 
    "Will do.  When am I supposed to head back?"
 
    "Whenever you want.  You might want to spend today with
Becca, but I know you'll be needing to get ready for school."
 
    "True.  Okay.  I'll leave tomorrow, then.  I don't think
Katie likes me being gone."
 
    "They never do.  Get used to it."
 
 
 
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    Martin felt much better on his trip back to El Paso.  He
had resolved the problem, at least as well as needed to be done for the
moment.  He was still concerned, first because Becca would have to do
this alone, or at least without him.  He was also worried, now, about
Sarah.  He would have to have a talk with her as soon as he got back.
One unplanned pregnancy was enough.
 
    The airplane glided in to the El Paso airport, and Martin
was restless as the wheels thumped to the ground.  He was ready to get
back on the road, to get home.  He thought about eating dinner, but
decided he'd grab something in Las Cruces instead.  He made his way as
quickly as possible out of the terminal, and was on the road north soon
thereafter.  He kept the car at just over the speed limit; he was
anxious to get home, so he could tell the others what had gone on.  He
knew they would be concerned, given the way he had left.
 
    As Martin was driving into Las Cruces, he had to pass
through a bad neighborhood to get to the fast food place he liked.  As
he was driving through, he tried not to notice what was going on around
him.  Rounding a corner onto a side street, however, suddenly made that
impossible.
 
    Martin's eyes were caught by the red hair of a prostitute.
She was being beaten by her pimp, rather badly.  Normally, this would
not catch Martin's attention; it was that kind of neighborhood.
However, when the girl fell to the pavement, she turned her face away
from her attacker, and ended up looking right at Martin. 

    *That face...  It might as well be Becca in a few years.*
 
    Martin did something uncharacteristic.  He stopped the
car.  As he got out, the pimp was still screaming at the woman, calling
her all sorts of names.  He reached down and yanked her up by her hair,
slapping her around and punching her again.  Martin wasn't sure what
the hell he was doing, and even as he grabbed the pimp by the collar,
he still had no real notion of what was going on.
 
    He spun the man, which broke his grip on the woman.  As he
let go, the woman fell.  Martin didn't pay attention to that just now.
Instead, he flung the man face-first at the wall of the building they
were standing in front of.  The man just barely stopped himself from
smashing his face.  He turned around with a snarl on his lips.
 
    That snarl turned into a wail of pain as Martin let go
full-force on the man's face, splitting his lip.  The next punch broke
the man's nose.  Martin let loose with a full barrage of punches.  The
man could barely defend himself against Martin's irrational rage.  He
delivered a dozen blows to the pimp's ribs, breaking at least one of
them.  Several blows to the gut doubled the pimp over, and he could
barely stand.  Martin, having released his rage and wanting to get his
final point across, grabbed the front of the man's shirt and hauled him
upright.
 
    "Not that much fun when you're on the receiving end, is it,
you motherfucker?"  Martin stepped back with one foot, pulling the man
with him.  He turned, pushing the man through in a typical martial arts
move.  The pimp's momentum carried him right into a light pole.  The
sickening thud that was heard was enough to make Martin turn away.  His
rage had evaporated, and now he had to figure out what else he was
doing.
 
    Leaving the girl here would be signing her death sentence.
The pimp would be pissed when he got out of the hospital, and would
certainly take it out on her.  Martin walked over to her, and again was
struck by just exactly how much she looked like Becca.
 
    *Or like a twin sister born five or ten years before her*.
Sarah and Becca looked far less alike than Becca resembled this unknown
woman.  He reached down to help her up.  She could barely stand, and
Martin essentially carried her whole weight as they walked to his car.
He settled her into the passenger's seat, and she didn't resist at
all.  He got behind the wheel, and drove off, still unsure of what the
hell he was doing.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    The ride home was quiet.  He'd stopped and bought food at
the local Burger King, and had eaten his.  The woman had tried to eat
hers, but that had merely caused Martin to stop twice to allow her to
throw up on the side of the highway.  Now, she was dozing fitfully as
Martin came into Rio Lobos.
 
    It took him a few minutes to find the Sarento house; he
wasn't yet familiar with the neighborhood.  He pulled into the driveway
and turned off the engine.  The lights inside were on, and he knew that
Katie and the girls would be happy to see him.  He was less certain of
their reaction to his passenger.
 
    Shrugging, Martin got out of the car.  He went around and
pulled the woman out.  She was in absolutely no shape to stand, and
probably weighed less than his little sister did.  He picked her up and
carried her to the door, where he rang the bell.  The door opened in
seconds, and Jen stood before him.
 
    "Master!" her smile turned to ghastly horror when she saw
the state the woman was in.  "Oh, my God!"  Jen moved aside quickly,
allowing Martin to walk into the living room and lay the girl down on
the sofa.  He turned to Jen and nodded his thanks.
 
    "Marty, you're hurt," Katie said, pointing to his shirt.
He looked down in surprise.  He had not realized how much blood was on
his shirt.  *No wonder the lady at the drive-through looked at me
funny.*
 
    "Not mine," he said.  "She was getting beaten up by her...
pimp, I guess.  I sort of taught him not to do that."
 
    "She's a prostitute?" Katie said with distaste.
 
    "I guess.  I don't really know.  I just happened to see it
happen while I was driving."
 
    "I didn't think we had that kind of problem here," Jen said.
 
    Martin shook his head.  "I was in Las Cruces."
 
    "Why bring her back here?" Monica wanted to know.  She
wouldn't approach the battered woman, who was sound asleep now.
 
    "I couldn't leave her where she was.  What did you want me
to do with her?"
 
    Katie looked at the woman for a long second.  "What do you
want us to do, Marty?"
 
    "Get her cleaned up, and let her rest.  Put her in the
spare bedroom."
 
    "Sarah's not going to like losing her room..." Jen said.
 
    "Well, she can always stay in my room..." Martin said with
a smile.
 
    "She'll like *that*!" Monica assured him with a smile.
 
    "Where is she, anyway?"
 
    "At a movie.  Trying to keep her mind off whatever sent you
to Florida."
 
    "Ah.  Things are okay," he said, by way of
half-explanation, just to let them know they didn't have to worry about
that.  "Katie, can you get her showered, and maybe get her some clean
clothes?"
 
    "Yes.  She looks like Monica's clothes would fit her."
 
    "Thanks."
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    When Sarah came home, she felt a mixture of elation,
confusion, and anger.  She was elated that her brother was back, and
the kiss she gave him reflected that.  He was glad she would be stuck
sleeping with him that night.  She was confused because there was a
young woman sitting on the couch that she didn't know.  The woman
looked to be very sick or hurt.  Sarah let that ride for the moment.
She was upset because her brother had not taken her with him, and she
didn't even know why he'd left.
 
    "So, what happened at home?" she asked, trying not to sound
hurt.  It didn't work.
 
    Martin first said, "I didn't have a choice, Sarah.  They
called me and said there was a ticket waiting for me, and I needed to
get moving.  With that, there was no way I could do anything else."
Sarah nodded.
 
    "So, what's the matter?"
 
    "Your sister's pregnant."
 
    Sarah paled, and Martin wondered if she would faint.  He
doubted he'd looked a whole lot better when he'd heard the news himself.
 
    "Yours?"  Martin nodded.  "But that's not supposed to
happen."
 
    "You're telling *me*!" he said in exasperation.  "Which
means that you and I need to be far more careful from now on."
 
    Sarah shook her head.  "I'm sterile.  I can't get pregnant
at all, by anyone.  Something about a genetic abnormality or something."
 
    "I'm sorry," Martin said, feeling for her.
 
    Sarah shrugged.  "You were the only guy I was ever going to
be with, and I'm not supposed to be able to have children by you,
anyway, so I never considered it much of a loss.  Do they know if this
is because of you, or because of Becca?"
 
    "No, and we're not telling Becca just now that a pregnancy
is unusual.  She's got enough to deal with."
 
    "The baby?"
 
    "She wants to keep it."
 
    "So would I," Sarah admitted.
 
    "So, you'll be an aunt in about eight months.  And I'll be
a dad... Oh, Lord."  Martin put his head in his hands at the thought.
Sarah went over to sit beside him, and wrapped her arms around him.
 
    "You'll make a good one.  You're so concerned about all of
us.  Just like a good parent - or master - should be."
 
    "This scares me, Sarah."
 
    "You'd be a robot if it didn't," Katie said, sitting on the
other side of him.  She rubbed his back.  "Sarah's right; you're going
to make a great father."
 
    Martin looked back and forth between them.  "Thanks, guys.
I appreciate the confidence."
 
    "How *is* Becca holding up?" Sarah asked.
 
    "Better than I am.  She just accepts it as the way things
are supposed to be.  Her only concern was, of course, how it would
affect her in school."
 
    "She's going to get it when she starts to show.  You know
that."
 
    Martin nodded.  "We talked about that.  I couldn't come up
with an answer for her, though."
 
    "I'm sure Mom and Dad will work something out," Sarah
said.  Changing the subject deliberately, she asked, "Who's this?"
 
    "This is Rachel," Martin said.  They'd found out her name,
and not a whole lot else.  It was obvious she had a splitting
headache.  He figured she was probably going through withdrawal from
something or other.  "I uh... found her in Las Cruces.  She was getting
the shit beaten out of her, and I um... well, intervened."
 
    "Is he dead?" Sarah asked knowingly.
 
    "Not quite."
 
    "I see.  What are we going to do with her?"
 
    "I don't know."
 
    Sarah looked at the woman, who showed no signs of hearing
their conversation, even though she was sitting only feet from them.
Sarah saw the resemblance to her sister, as well, and understood why
Martin had gotten involved.  She only hoped he'd not bitten off
something he couldn't deal with.
 
    "I think we can sleep on it," Martin said.  "I'm afraid
you're stuck sleeping in my room, since Rachel is sleeping in yours."
 
    "Oh."  Sarah sighed theatrically.  "Well, if I must.  The
sacrifices we make for family..."  The rest chuckled, and Martin kissed
her.  She kissed back warmly.  It would be a long night.
 
 
 
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    "Let me go!" Rachel screamed, thrashing at the two people
holding her from going out the door.  Katie and Jen held her back,
pulling her into the living room and pushing her down onto the couch.
 
    "Where would you go?" Jen asked her.  "You don't know your
way around this town."
 
    "What the fuck do you care?" the redhead asked.  "I need
what I need, dammit!"
 
    The two looked at each other.  Martin came in just then,
and could tell what was going on immediately.  It was the same thing
that had been going on for a week.  He thought he really ought to take
her to the hospital, to let them deal with her problems, but she would
certainly manage to get out of that, and maybe hurt someone in the
process.  He wasn't going to chance it.
 
    Sarah came in right behind him, with the groceries.  He'd
already set down his bag, and she went to work putting them away.
Martin walked over to Rachel and sat down beside her.  She neither
moved away from him, nor toward him.
 
    "I know this is tough.  But you have no idea where to get
what you think you need, anyway.  You'd wander the streets for hours,
using up what little energy your body has managed to build up.  You
need to get well, Rachel."
 
    "Fuck you!"
 
    "There's an option," Jen muttered.  Martin shot her a dirty
look.
 
    "Marty, can I talk to you?" Sarah asked from the kitchen.
Martin and Jen both went into the kitchen.
 
    "Jen's right, you know.  If you want to heal her, you're
going to have to take her.  She's lost to us right now.  She needs
something to make her fight it.  Your caring isn't enough by itself."
 
    "Is she any better off with one addiction than another?"
Martin asked coldly.
 
    "Being addicted to you hasn't hurt me any," Jen said.
 
    "Says you," Martin replied.
 
    "Marty, you've got to get over this," Sarah said.  "You are
who you are.  Everyone here understands that but you."
 
    "Everyone else gets the easy part," he groused.
 
    "True enough," Sarah admitted.  "But you're good at it,
Marty.  You are *good* at taking care of us.  It's only fair that we...
uh, compensate you for that."
 
    Martin smirked.  "'Compensate', huh?  Who's going to
'compensate' me for taking her?"
 
    "I imagine she will," Jen said with a smile.
 
    "No.  If I take her, she'll need something very...
inspiring to help her fight.  I can make her my slave tonight,
through... the usual means... but I won't have sex with her after that
until she's clean."
 
    "That's some motivation, Marty," Sarah agreed.  "I know how
much *I'd* endure to make sure I got to be with you."
 
    "Me, too," Jen agreed.
 
    Martin sighed.  He didn't like adding yet another girl to
his growing harem.  How was he supposed to hide this from people?
Still, he couldn't abandon the girl; too many people in her life had
done that already.  He nodded his head, and left the kitchen.
 
    "Rachel?  Come here, please."  Martin led her back to her
own bedroom.  He wouldn't have her in his, not yet.
 
    "What is it?" she asked.
 
    "You were a prostitute, right?"
 
    "Yeah, so what?"
 
    "I'll make you a deal."
 
    "I'm listening."
 
    "I'll give you twenty bucks, and I'll try to find you some
crack, for a blowjob."
 
    It took Rachel all of a half-second to consider that
proposition.  "Deal."
 
    Martin closed the door, lowered his pants and underwear,
and sat on the bed.  He was sure she was used to not having any
foreplay in her sex acts.
 
    He was right.  Rachel knelt and took his semi-rigid shaft
in hand.  She began to lick it, getting it hard quickly.  She felt the
warmth running through her body, and enjoyed it, but paid it very
little attention.
 
    As her lips slid over the head of his shaft, Martin ramped
the warmth up a bit.  Its commands began slipping into Rachel's mind.
 
    *<<You want to please Martin...Martin is all that
matters...You will be happy if you make Martin happy...Martin is the
key to your contentment... You need nothing more than Martin...>>*
 
    Rachel's lips worked over his shaft, her tongue caressing
the underside of his dick.  Martin was thoroughly enjoying what was a
truly professional job.  Rachel's fingers were caressing his balls,
trying to coax the cum from them.
 
    *<<You belong to Martin Gallagher...You must obey
Martin...It is your job to make Martin happy...You must do what Martin
says...Martin is your life... Martin's unhappiness is your
unhappiness... You must do what Martin wants you to do...>>*
 
    Rachel's head bobbed faster, her mouth working feverishly
on Martin's prick.  Martin pushed the warmth to its highest level,
allowing it to flood Rachel's body.
 
    *<<Martin Gallagher is your heart and soul... You and
Martin are one... Martin is the leader, and you are the follower... You
will always do what Martin tells you... Your only desire is to please
Martin... Betrayal of Martin is not an option... Martin loves you, and
you love Martin... You can trust Martin... You can depend on Martin...
Martin is your only need and desire...You must make Martin happy in
order to enjoy happiness... Martin's happiness is your life... You must
submit your will to Martin... Martin's will is your will... You must
submit...>>*
 
    Rachel's head bobbed zealously as the commands of the
warmth poured into her mind.  Martin was very soon at the point of no
return, and he let loose a torrent of cum into her mouth.  As she
sucked it down, the warmth took what remained of her soul.
 
    *<<YOU ARE MARTIN'S. EVERYTHING YOU ARE IS MARTIN'S.
EVERYTHING YOU ONCE WERE IS GONE; YOU NOW BELONG TO MARTIN GALLAGHER.
YOUR MIND, BODY, AND SOUL ARE THE PROPERTY ONLY OF MARTIN GALLAGHER.
YOU NO LONGER BELONG TO YOURSELF; YOU BELONG TO MARTIN GALLAGHER.
SUBMIT.  _OBEY_*_._*>>*
 
    Rachel actually climaxed without ever being touched.  She
fell back, letting Martin's cock slip from her mouth as she tried to
catch her own breath from the orgasm.
 
    Martin looked down at his newest slave.  She looked up at
him with an adoration he'd come to recognize.  He hated to do what he
had to do, but if he didn't, she might never get over her addiction.
 
    "You understand, Rachel?"
 
    "Yes, Master," she said, nodding.
 
    "Rachel, we aren't going to do this, or anything like it,
again, until you've gotten over your drug habits.  I won't ever touch
you again until you've been completely drug-free for at least a month.
That starts tonight.  You can do it, I have faith in you.  Do you
understand?"
 
    There were tears in her eyes as she nodded and said, "Yes,
Master.  I'll try."
 
    "You can do it.  I will be here for you, but I'm not going
to sleep with a druggie.  You've got to fight this thing.  We'll all be
here to help you."  He pulled her up off the floor, and embraced her.
"I will take care of you, Rachel."
 
 
 
...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---...
 
 
 
    Martin had settled back into his dorm room, now that the
dorms were open again.  Classes started on Monday, and he was looking
forward to it.  Class couldn't possibly be as confusing as his own life
had become.  He was looking forward to his last weekend of summer, and
was trying to decide what he was going to do with it.  He considered
spending it with Lianna, who got less of his attentions than the others
did.  He didn't realize that the decision had already been made for him.
 
    He was startled by a knock at the door.  He wasn't
expecting company, and didn't think that any of the others had returned
yet.  He went to the door, and opened it, figuring it was probably
Sarah or Jen.
 
    It wasn't.
 
 
 
...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---...
 
...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---...
 
 
 
    

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