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Hollow God Megan Roman When Gavin would think back to where it all started, he would realize how innocent he had been. He had been a simple high school student looking in his school library for some reference materials on a class project. He had been a lean kid, about 5-foot-6, so he was kind of small and youthful for an 18-year-old. He found a large book he needed on a shelf above his head, so he put down the books he was carrying, got on a stepping stool, and pulled it out with both hands. Gavin had disturbed something. Another book, jammed between this shelf and the one in the next row, rattled and fell to the floor. He pulled out his book, then got on his hands and knees and looked for the one that had dropped. He pulled out books from the lowest shelf until he found it. The book was small and leather-bound, and it looked very old -- the pages were yellowed and brittle with age. Gavin looked inside the front and back covers, but didn't find any card -- the book wasn't catalogued in the library. The front cover and spine were unmarked, but he found the title on the first page: "Journal of the Higginbotham Expedition to the Caspian Sea -- 1863-1865." He flipped to the next page and found a drawing, in pen, of a portly man dressed to the nines in old-timey canvas gear, like he was going on safari. The drawing was very good, and read "Augustus Higginbotham, Man of Letters, Archaeologist Extraordinaire" in cursive on the bottom. The rest of the book was jammed full of drawings of landscapes, tombs, glyphs, and old statues. In between the drawings were row after row of numbers. Gavin cracked a smile. "It's encrypted," he mumbled. "Sweet!" He had been looking for a challenge that math club couldn't provide. He put the books he didn't need back and took the journal, and his references, to the librarian. "Hey, I don't think this belongs to you guys," he told the nice lady behind the desk. "I still want to borrow it." The librarian looked quizzical. She looked inside the front and back covers, like he had done. "Where'd you find this?" "It was between two shelves." "Does it belong to anyone?" "I have no idea. There's no name on it." He showed her the picture of Augustus. "Except for this guy. I think he wrote it. From the title, it looks like he was some 19th-century archaeologist." He showed her the title. The librarian looked surprised. "How'd this get here?!" "I have no idea. So, can I borrow it?" The librarian searched the card catalogue on her computer. "Well, it's not catalogued here. I suppose someone probably left it here a long time ago, maybe by accident?" She thought about it. "Let me make a note you took it out. It looks old. Do you promise to be careful with it?" Gavin grinned. "Yes, ma'am!" The librarian nodded and smiled. "Okay, hun. You can take it." "Stone fox." Those were the words some of the other boys in Gavin's class used to describe Ms. Carter. "It's too bad she's kind of a bitch," they said. "Boring, too. Her class is no fun." With his backpack full of books and slung over his shoulder, Gavin took a deep breath and walked into her classroom. Ms. Carter was sipping on a Diet Coke while grading papers. She looked up from her work at Gavin, a lock of her long, auburn hair covering one smoky eye. "Porn star" were some other words. "Aw, man! Those breasts! That ass!" Even in her unflattering dark gray dress suit, Gavin could tell she had a lean, cut figure. "Yes, Mr. Jones," she said in a bored, slightly annoyed tone. "What is it?" "Ahh, Ms. Carter, I was wondering if," Gavin swallowed a lump in his throat. "I was wondering if I could get an extension on my history project?" She lowered her head and looked at him disbelievingly. "I mean, I've been really busy lately with work, and with other schoolwork, and you only gave us a week-" "-You have all the time you need," she said coldly. "Yes, but-!" "Is that all, Mr. Jones? "Uh, well, ah..." Ms. Carter continued to grade papers. "Then you may leave, Mr. Jones. Please close the door on the way out." "P-please, Ms. Carter, I'm living on my own. I have to work most evenings, and-" "-You may leave, Mr. Jones!" Ms. Carter stated, with more volume and annoyance. Gavin sighed and left her classroom. "Freakin' B," he mumbled when she was out of earshot. Over the next couple weeks, Gavin would work on decrypting the mysterious journal whenever he got the chance. When he wasn't bagging groceries or doing schoolwork, he was hunched over his small desk in his low-budget apartment near the elevated train tracks, translating the rows of numbers into rows of letters. The story he put together, and what he learned of Augustus online, was pathetic, sad, but also kind of funny. Augustus Higginbotham had flunked out of Oxford University in 1848, but instead of exiting with dignity, he spent the next decade bothering anyone who would listen with his wild theories on lost ancient civilizations. Atlantis, Lemuria, the Lost City of Z -- Augustus hadn't made those up, but he had helped seed and nurture those ideas (among others) into the full-blown pseudoscientific myths they are today. He became an embarrassment to his family and the university. In 1862, several Oxford professors finally got fed up with him, so they pooled some money together, gave it to him as a "stipend," and sent him into the field to actually prove some of the garbage he was spewing, or at least to get rid of him. He headed to the southern Caspian Sea, to a place he claimed was the "Tomb of the lost Immortal Emperor of western Asia" (Gavin wondered why would an immortal emperor would need a tomb). He spent three years out there, shipping back letters detailing his discoveries and artifacts of dubious origin. Then, in 1865, he vanished, and was never seen or heard from again. As near as Gavin could tell, this journal was the last thing that Augustus ever wrote ("How the heck did this end up in a high school library?!" he asked himself more than once). If the journal was real, then Augustus really did find something out there. He had written lengthy descriptions of a massive tomb buried under a mountain. All of the drawings he did, all of the glyphs and statues, were what he found in the tomb. "May 11th, 1865," the book read. Gavin checked his notes -- the last thing Augustus ever sent to England was dated June 3rd, 1865. "After finally breaking down the old wall in the rear of the tomb, I have finally discovered it: the final resting place of the Emperor himself! "A preliminary translation of the inscription on his sarcophagus reveals that he lived for over 700 years. If that's not close to immortality, I don't know what is. However, a strange disappointment awaited us once we opened the sarcophagus: the Emperor, it seems, was an Empress!" Gavin chuckled. "From what I could tell of the mummy," the journal continued, "she died young. After I pulled back some of her vestments, I noticed a mark through her bosom, which matches the story inscribed on the walls concerning the rebels that stabbed her through the heart and ended her tyranny. It is peculiar, however, that the Empress was so devoted to the illusion, or perhaps delusion, that she was male. As I noted before, she dedicated an entire chamber of her tomb to descriptions of her sexual conquests as a man. It simply doesn't appear possible, however. Femininity aside, she seems much too young for so many exploits. I will need to study the inscriptions on the walls of this chamber further." On the next page was a picture of the mummy: desiccated, wrinkled, yet not fully matured and undeniably female. "May 19th, 1865," the next page went on. "After several sleepless nights, I have fully translated the strange myth concerning the Empress' origins from the walls of her crypt. Initially, I thought that the 'Emperor' was really a single royal family that, for 700 years, pretended to be the same person in different forms. I believe some cultures refer to it as 'reincarnation.' However -- and this is very, very peculiar -- the inscriptions in the main crypt actually confirm this, and do so with a peculiar tale." "The First Emperor, it says, took ill as an old man. His court wizard, who was sworn to protect his master, brought to him a comely young person, a girl perhaps. This girl, he explained, was not quite a human being. She was a preternaturally beautiful creature, a member of a hidden race of man. My translation of the race's true name is rough: it's something between 'Hollow' and 'Demi-Gods.' The inscription appears to combine the words into a portmanteau word: 'Hollow Gods.' Apparently, this girl had magical abilities, and could be made a willing slave with just a phrase: 'I claim you as my own, Hollow God, and I am your master.' Somehow, the Emperor was able to use this to assume the girl's form, abilities, youth, and health. It's a strange bit of magic, indeed, with 'finders, keepers' mixed in there." "However, it helps explain the inconsistencies I've noticed in other descriptions throughout the tomb. The Emperor had many different magical abilities: flight, telekinesis, mind-reading ability, among numerous others," ("Sounds like super-powers," Gavin mumbled), "yet never more than one or two at once. Also, the descriptions of his physical appearance vary greatly from fresco to fresco. If there is a shared heritage between the different emperors, then it gives no hint as to what it is, other than what it says in the crypt about how the Emperor traveled from form to form throughout his 700 years. Essentially, he maintained immortality not through perpetuation of his own body, but his use of many others over the course of centuries." On the bottom of the page, Augustus had underlined, "Astounding!" Then, on the last page, "June 7th, 1865." Gavin's interest piqued. "After my last shipment home, I noticed that many of the men have become restless. They say this place is evil. One of their so-called 'wise men' says I have uncovered something unnatural. I say nonsense. I'm going to have a sit-down with this savage and explain to him that his ridiculous little bushman beliefs are nothing more than poppycock. As a subject of HRM Queen Victoria, a good Christian, a man of letters, and a white person, I'm far more suited than he, a dark-skinned spouter of gobbledegook among nitwit barbarians, to assess their primitive culture's trinkets and bedtime stories. I'm sure he will see the light of truth once I reason thusly with both him and the coterie of armed men that guards him constantly." And then the journal ended. Forever. For a few days after finishing his decryption, Gavin's mind kept wandering back to what the journal had said. The idea of "Hollow Gods" was appealing, even if it sounded like complete hokum. The book was probably a fake, just like the man who purportedly wrote it. There were several problems with it. Superheroes were real, there was no doubt about that. Gavin saw them whenever he turned on the news. Masked men and women who zipped from place to place, fighting crime and averting disasters, were, although not commonplace, very real nonetheless. The idea that they could be supplanted so easily, however, just seemed so unlikely. Superheroes were the sort of people who could lift cars over their heads, blow tornadoes away with a breath, or transport themselves from New York to San Francisco in seconds. Their one weakness was a phrase? Get real. (Then again, he thought, if I had powers and it were that easy to take control of me, then I wouldn't become a superhero to begin with. It'd be too easy for my enemies to get the drop on me.) Plus, superheroes weren't all preternaturally beautiful. Take, for example, SteelMan in Pittsburgh: he had had major plastic surgery before becoming a superhero, that was known, even if his identity wasn't. Lady Vero in Vero Beach, Florida, had virtually no chin and tiny little eyes. Toxic Muck in Denver was flat-out ugly. Whoever these people really were, they weren't someone who had gained good looks through super- powers, or vice-versa, or in conjunction with. (Then again, he thought, a normal person can be good-looking, just like a person with super-powers who doesn't use them can be good-looking.) But a "hidden race?" A whole bunch of people nobody's noticed before? That sounded the most unlikely of all. (Then again, he thought, we know aliens are real, too. There was the Gablakian incursion in 1987, when we initially thought they were invading Earth, but it turned out their ship was running out of oxygen and they had to make an emergency landing. There was also the Ximbi landing in 2000, when they exchanged $4 million worth of diamonds for some old Elvis records and left without telling anyone why they wanted them (Gavin's favorite theory was: "To listen to them"). There are interstellar civilizations we don't know about. What's a handful of people here on Earth? Why would they want to introduce themselves in the first place?) The more he thought about it, the more confused he got. There were shortcomings to the legend, but there were also explanations. The weirdness was counterbalanced by practicality; for every dumb and nonsensical thing he could think of about the legend, he could come up with a pretty good reason for it. In addition, for every good reason he could think of, the more hope he felt. His life sucked and he knew it. He had been raised an orphan, and he had no family to talk about. The monthly rent on his crappy apartment was ever-increasing. He had no credit, zero savings, a dead-end job, and despite his mathematical savvy, no college prospects (and no way to pay for college even if he did). He was like so many other young American men growing up in small towns: after high school ended, he was going to be stranded right where he was. The legend opened a door, though. He couldn't admit it to himself, but the more he thought about the legend, the more he wanted it to be true. But it couldn't be true. It couldn't possibly be true. About a week after finishing his decryption, Gavin saw Ms. Carter disappear. He didn't actually see it happen. It was more like something he saw, then immediately dismissed because it was strange but innocuous. He was at his locker putting his books into his bag when she passed by him on her way out. He noticed her peek in her purse, then stop in the middle of the hallway and rifle around through it. She looked around and around, then stopped. "Shhhit," she snapped quietly, like she had forgotten something. If she had, and it was in her classroom, then it was all the way on the other side of the school. The buses were about to pull into the parking lot, and they would prevent her from leaving for at least 20 minutes, in addition to the 10 minutes she would need to spend just walking to her classroom and back again. This didn't occur to Gavin at the time. She was just a teacher that he wished to avoid, so he didn't look at her. She didn't ask him to do anything stupid like run to her classroom and fetch something for her, and he didn't want to. She looked down at him. He glanced up at her. Neither of them said anything. She continued to slowly walk down the hall past him. Gavin went back to looking into his bag as he put books in. He heard the click-click of her high heels as she walked away. Then he didn't hear it anymore. When he looked up, he didn't see her anywhere. It was strange: he hadn't heard her go into any classrooms or through any doors. He didn't want to think about it, so he finished his task and went out to the bicycle rack in front of the school. When he got there, he looked up at the buses that were pulling into the parking lot and the people getting into their cars and pulling out before they were blocked in. With only his own person and his bike, Gavin didn't have the same problem they did; he could just edge out between the buses and be free. He looked down as he unlocked the chain that kept his bike safe, then looked up again. There was Ms. Carter, getting in her car, all the way on the other side of the lot from the door. He hadn't seen her standing there a moment ago -- at least, he didn't think he had seen her. I could be wrong, he thought. In one quick movement, she got into her car, started it up, then pulled backwards, and was on her way out before the first bus came in. It was strange, but not too strange. "Huh," Gavin pipped before he got on his bike and rode away. Then it happened again. Days after the "incident" in the hallway and parking lot, Gavin walked outside his school into the courtyard for his lunch hour. There were many students out there, and a few teachers, enjoying their lunches and talking amongst themselves. Gavin went toward a far corner of the courtyard, to a table almost nobody ever used behind a tree. It was so isolated, Gavin didn't think anyone else knew it was back there; he had had to clean it himself a few times. He didn't have anyone to sit with, but that was okay. He could while away the entire hour just eating and doing his math homework. Although it might seem boring, Gavin was okay with it. Sort of. He thought he was okay with it. His mind wandered back to the journal, and he wondered why the whole "Hollow God" nonsense bugged him. Super-powers? Beautiful, willing slaves? It sounded like a cross between a supermarket romance novel and an alien invasion story. The whole thing seemed so out-of-control. He set his tray and a book of math problems on the table and ate while studying. About halfway through his meal, he came across a problem he couldn't solve easily. He pushed the tray aside and pulled the book up in front of him, then he studied it intently. He blocked out all other things around him: the noise of the other students, the birds in the tree high above him. There was a light wind, but he barely felt it. But when the problem started to make sense to him, and he eased up his concentration a little, he felt he was not alone. He looked up, and there was Ms. Carter, sitting at the table right across from him and staring at him. "-Guagh!" he yelled in surprise, and fell backwards. "I didn't know there was someone else here, I'll go then," Ms. Carter said levelly and quickly. She stood up, lifted her paper lunch bag, and left the table less suddenly than she had appeared. Gavin had felt his heart skip a beat. Where the hell had she come from?! He hadn't been that focused, not so much that he wouldn't notice her!! She hadn't been there one moment, and she had the next!! Just like in the hallway, where she was there one moment and gone the next. After Gavin calmed down, he realized that something was going on with his history teacher, Ms. Carter. Gavin didn't know how to spy on someone without stalking them. Really, he thought, there's no difference between the two. He didn't have the time to develop an unhealthy obsession with her, anyway; he had school and work, and neither one left him enough time to follow her around while she was home or out shopping or getting her nails done or whatever. He doubted there was anything too big going on with her anyway. Yeah, okay, he thought, maybe she does have a super-power. Maybe she's super quiet. Nonetheless, he stopped trying to avoid her. If he saw her in the hallways, he watched where she went. If she went in a room and he was passing by it, he would glance in behind her. He stopped using his favorite lunch table for a few days and watched it from afar, thinking that she might come back to it, one way or another. He wasn't sure what other way she could use to come back to it, though. Perhaps the (admittedly) creepiest thing he did was spy on her through her classroom windows. Large shrubs were growing in front of them, which meant that if he stayed quiet, he could watch her without her noticing him, and without being noticed by anyone else from the road behind him. He did that for about ten minutes a day for a couple weeks. He learned very little: she grades papers, she likes Diet Coke, and she tries to get the hell out of school as fast as possible when she doesn't have office hours (which was always Friday, and whenever else she could squeeze it in). The place where he learned the most about her was, of course, the internet. Her first name was Emily, and she was 24 years old. She was a new teacher, but he already knew that. She had had a "party girl" phase in college, which left him with some interesting pictures (i.e., no nudes, but plenty of low-cut tops and evidence that she had both a tattoo of Rainbow Dash on her upper right arm and a tramp stamp). In all of her pictures, she looked sexy, powerful, and a little intimidating. Except for two. In them, she was wearing a brand new dress suit and standing in front of her bathroom mirror, taking a selfie. "First day of my new job..... Wish me luck XOXO," her post read. She wasn't wearing any makeup, and she looked exposed and nervous. She was young -- only a couple years younger in those photos, maybe 22 -- and beautiful. I could fall in love with a girl like that, Gavin thought. It's too bad it's Ms. Carter. She had fallen out of social media in the last year, so his day-to-day observations gave Gavin the most insight into her life at the moment. He didn't think there was anything he could learn from poking his head through doors and into shrubbery, however. Until he came up with his prank. One day, Gavin was spying on Ms. Carter through her classroom window. She was grading homework and sipping a Diet Coke, when she stopped and tilted the can upside-down. It was empty. She pouted a tiny bit and looked around. At that very moment, Gavin tried to get a little closer to the window. There was a small drainage ditch at the base of the wall, to prevent water from seeping into the school's foundation. Gavin put his foot in the ditch and slipped a little -- the ditch was choked with wet leaves. He hadn't made any noise and he hadn't fallen, but for just a couple seconds, he looked down to make sure that his footing was secure. When he looked back up, Ms. Carter was gone. Gavin was startled: she had done it again! Right when he had his head turned for just a couple seconds, right when he couldn't see her. He stood up and scanned the classroom, but found no sign of his missing history teacher. In just two seconds, she had got out of her chair, crossed the room to the door, opened it, went through it, and shut it without making any noise. Super quiet my ass, he thought. She's doing something else, but I have no idea what it could be. He slumped to the ground in defeat. Then he heard the little crack and fizz of a soda can, and a slurp. He jumped to his feet and spied through the window again. There she was, sitting at her desk and drinking another can of soda. For a few seconds, he was steaming. It was almost like she was mocking him, challenging him to figure out her secret, and drinking those stupid, fake sugar-laden sodas while she... And then he had his prank. It wasn't big and elaborate prank; it was small and simple. In fact, it's pretty easy to simply guess what Gavin planned to do. He prepared nonetheless to ensure that it would work. First, he timed how fast he could run from the bushes to the nearest door into the school to the classroom, and back again. He timed how long it took to walk from the classroom to the office. He bought a can of Diet Coke and timed how long it would take to pour out most, but not all, of its contents. When he was certain he was ready, he stood just around the corner outside the classroom, looking through the bushes into the window. He could see her, but she couldn't see him. He quietly dialed the number for the school's front office. The phone rang three times, then the receptionist answered. "Hi," Gavin said, "I'm calling for Ms. Carter. Is she available?" "You'll need to wait a moment while I call her to the office," the receptionist replied. "I can wait, thank you." He covered the receiver with his hand and peeked through the window. "Ms. Carter," came the receptionist's voice over the loudspeaker. Ms. Carter looked up. "Please report to the front office. Ms. Carter." Gavin was ready to run. As soon as she was out the door, he would run in, pour most (but not all) of her soda into his thermos, then run out and watch what she did when she ran out of soda. It was so simple. It was so easy. But it didn't work. At least, not the way he planned it. Because Ms. Carter disappeared. It's not that she disappeared while he wasn't watching her. She disappeared while he was watching her. With one smooth motion, she closed her eyes, breathed out, and dipped her chin. And Ms. Carter vanished into thin air right before Gavin's eyes. His eyes bugged, and his jaw dropped. His thermos landed on the sidewalk with a plastic clatter. He shook his head, then jumped back into the bushes and pushed the phone to his ear. Within seconds, in far too little time to walk or even run from Ms. Carter's classroom to the front office, he heard her voice over the phone: "Hello?" He immediately hung up. He stayed behind the bushes and watched the inside of Ms. Carter's classroom intensely. Ten seconds passed, then twenty. Then she was back. "-Spring for phones for the classrooms," she grumbled immediately after reappearing in the aisle between two rows of desks. "Screw 'limited state funding.' Just buy some phones from an office supply store!" She pulled out her desk chair and sat in it, then she went back to grading papers like nothing happened. But Gavin knew what had happened. Hhhholy shit, he thought. Ms. Carter can teleport! She's a super! Gavin wasn't sure what to do with this information. Blackmailing her was, of course, out of the question. She could just grab him, teleport him 1000 feet in the air, then drop him and teleport back. Boom-splat, her secret is kept. The idea that she could be a "Hollow God" hadn't escaped him. She was beautiful, she had super-powers, and she behaved exactly like Gavin expected a "Hollow God" would behave: she kept quiet and boring, and she didn't flaunt her powers. Newspapers, mostly the sensationalist variety, would often report on events where involvement of a super was suspected but not confirmed. They often analyzed the scene of the occurrence and guessed what super-power was most likely in use, and which super either had that power or most likely had it. None of the local rags had printed anything about a teleporter; Gavin searched through two years worth of local newspaper "super-spotter" articles to find somewhere he could place Ms. Carter, but he found nothing. It didn't look like she was running out in tights of the dead of night to perform feats of derring-do. Despite all of his work and research, Gavin was left with nothing but questions. Was she really a super? Was she an alien hiding on Earth? Was she part of some secret government program to give normal people super-powers? Was he cracking up? Was she a Hollow God? If she was, what was he going to do about it? One day in the library, he was looking at a book of math puzzles, but mostly puzzling over his predicament with Ms. Carter, when he overheard someone at the front desk say, "Excuse me, I left a book here a while ago, written by an Augustus Higginbotham." Gavin immediately looked up. "I think it got shelved by accident. Do you know where it is?" It was a young man speaking to the librarian. The librarian looked in her card catalogue, but found nothing. "I don't-oh!" She spotted the note she left for herself. "Yes, it was checked out by Gavin Jones. He's-oh!" She spotted Gavin and pointed to him. The young man turned to him. "Right there!" The young man was very handsome, with muscles that left outlines in his tight shirt. He strode over to Gavin with a grin. Gavin recognized him from the football team. He tucked his math book under his backpack. "Hi! You're Gavin, right?" Gavin didn't get up. "Yeah?" "Yeah, cool! I think I have you in English. Mr. Brewer for fourth period?" "Yeah." "That's cool. Hm." The handsome man scratched his nose. "Uh, you didn't happen to find a book of mine I left here, called 'Journal of the Higginbotham Expedition to the Caspian Sea -- 1863-1865,' around here by any chance, would you? It's kind of a family heirloom." Gavin wasn't sure whether or not he had a reason to lie. The man had never seemed threatening. He was actually kind of nice. I think his name is Tuck, he thought. "Yeah," he confessed, pulling it out of his backpack (he kept the translations at home, anyway). Tuck flipped through the book and glanced at the pages. "Okay, thanks." He scratched his nose and peeked back at the librarian. She was busy doing something else. "You, uh, decrypted it, didn't you?" Gavin said nothing. Tuck chuckled, then sat in the seat across from Gavin. "It's cool, man. Really. I've noticed you with your math books all the time. I know you could figure this out." He waved the journal. "Really, it's not that hard to crack. I bet Augustus flunked outta Oxford because he couldn't handle math." He laughed. "Is this a joke?" The smile dropped off Tuck's face. "No joke," he said. "This shit's real." Gavin stared at him and scooted back a little. Tuck's smile reappeared. "Relaaaax! I'm not gonna do anything!" He threw up his arms. "Even if you told someone, who'd believe you?! Fuckin' super-slaves?! It's crazy!!" He put his arms down. "Tell everyone. Tell the world! They'll throw you in the nuthouse." Gavin raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't planning to." "Yeah, of course. You seem like a smart guy. I bet you could think of ways to use this information." "I really can't." Tuck scoffed. "Sure you can." His eyes darted around, then he leaned forward. "You, uh, got someone in mind?" "Someone in mind?" "You know. A suspect. Someone you think is an H-G." A pause. "They're not easy to spot, of course, but if you've got someone, that's cool." "Maybe." "Is it me?" Tuck grinned. "If so, then, uh, soy ocupado. Only one person at a time, catch my meaning?" Gavin's eyes went wide. "Uh! N-no! Not you!" he blurted. "It's someone else." A wide smile spread across Tuck's face. "Ahhhh! No need to tell me, bro. If someone's in there, they'll let you know. I wouldn't wait, though, 'cause someone else might take it, if they haven't already. Once dibs is called, it's off-limits to anyone else." "But h-how do I even know? I mean, that they're an..." Gavin dropped his voice to a tiny whisper. "H-G?" Tuck turned his eyes away in thought and strummed his fingers against the table. They landed on the hard wood with audible plunks. "Ehhh, you don't. It's a problem, I know. 'S not like there's a big list of names somewhere. Treat it like..." He rubbed his chin. "Like asking a girl out on a date. Worst-case scenario, she says 'no' and thinks you're creepy. Best case scenario!" He spread his arms wide, showing off his chest, and laughed. "Worst-case scenario, I get thrown in the nuthouse!" Tuck scoffed. "Only if you go around tellin' it to everyone you think is hot. Do your research. Confirm your target." He raised an eyebrow. "Did you do any research?" "Yeah." "And have you confirmed it?" "Well, I know the... person has powers. I know the person is attractive." Tuck nodded all the way through. "But I just don't know for sure!" "Again, treat it like asking for a date, man. The worst-case scenario is a 'no.'" Tuck stood up, journal in hand. "Listen, I gotta go. Maybe I'll see you again? Or hopefully not?" He smiled. "Uh, wait! Who are you?!" "What're you talking about? You know me. I'm Tuck!" "But who are you really?" Tuck said nothing else. He just shot Gavin a bright smile before jogging away. Later, Gavin did a search on missing persons in the area. He found one for a former student at his school, a young redheaded woman named Clara. Her picture showed her as a plain girl: not pretty, but not ugly. Her picture was a selfie she had taken in the trailer where she had lived. She was dressed in very boyish jeans and a t-shirt. She had a black eye and a split lip. Police had been looking for her for a year without any leads. Her alcoholic father had been arrested, but couldn't be held due to lack of evidence. After comparing the missing person notice with his school's records, he discovered that Tuck had transferred into his school around the same time Clara disappeared. The book called them "willing slaves," Gavin thought. I can keep a secret. Walking into Ms. Carter's classroom for after-school help had never been this nerve-wracking for Gavin. Her door was closed, so he knocked on it. "It's open," she called from inside. He reached for the handle, but hesitated. "It's open," she called, a little less patiently. He thought about running away. He heard her huff, then stand up and stride to the door. It swung open, revealing Ms. Carter behind it. Gavin had never noticed before, but without her heels, she'd only be a smidge taller than him. "Yes, Mr. Jones!" she growled. "Ah-ah-ah, M-miss, ah, Miss Carter." Gavin took a deep breath. "I was wondering... if I could ask you a question. About history." "I'm a history teacher. These are my office hours." "Umm, ancient history." She dropped her gaze at him again in that disbelievingly sardonic way. "I teach modern history, Mr. Jones." "Mmmy question is more about, uhhh..." He lost his breath. "Intellectual curiousity," he wheezed. Ms. Carter stared at him for a couple seconds, then shook her head in disbelief and turned around. "Come in, then," she groaned. "Close the door." Gavin took a step in and closed the door behind him. He gripped one strap of his backpack, which he held in front of his legs, with both hands. "It's about... ancient Babylon, maybe? The cultures that lived in, uh, the lands of modern," he coughed, "Iran?" Ms. Carter shook her head again. "I don't know anything about that, Mr. Jones. That's outside my area of expertise. Would you like to sit down?" She waved him toward one of the desks in the back of the classroom. Gavin, however, had another thought. He moved up to the front of the classroom. He pulled a chair in front of her desk. He sat in it. She hesitated, then sighed, then walked back to her desk and plunked herself in her seat behind it. Two opened cans of Diet Coke sat to her left. "What do you really want to talk about, Mr. Jones?" "Uhhhh..." Gavin paused, then looked up. "You." She raised her eyebrows and grinned a little. "Me?" She touched her chest with her fingers. "Whatever about?" "Uhhh, just, uhh, y'know, your... place in..." He paused again. "History?" She laughed out loud -- it was a single, loud crow. "Mr. Jones! Just what are you trying to ask?!" "I want to know... more... about you." "Hmm!" She was smiling, although the contempt dripped from her face. She leaned forward, displaying her cleavage. "Mr. Jones, having a relationship with a student is against the law. I intend to follow the law. Besides," she leaned back, "you're not my type." "Who is?" "Hmm!" She tilted her head back. "I suppose a man of conviction. A man with courage. A good man, too, not just some jackass with a nice car. You didn't hear me say that." "Courage and conviction?" "Yes. Someone for whom fear may be an issue, but who's not too afraid to overcome it. Someone who sees what he wants and goes for it." She looked levelly at Gavin. "What do you want, Mr. Jones?" "Uh, y-uh..." Gavin's head fell. Ms. Carter sighed. "If that's all, Mr. Jones, then you may show yourself out." "Uh-" "-That'll be all, Mr. Jones!" Ms. Carter went back to grading papers. Gavin stood up slowly. He turned slowly. He shuffled down the aisle. And he thought to himself: I'll never know. "I'll never know," he mumbled. "What was that?" Ms. Carter asked, not removing her gaze from her papers. She turned her chair to her right as she assessed an essay. "Gotta try, or I'll never know," Gavin repeated. He slowly turned and faced Ms. Carter. She didn't look like she was paying one whit of attention to him. "I... claim you as my own, Hollow God," he said, his body as stiff as a board, "and... I am your master." Ms. Carter said nothing. She kept looking at her papers. But her eyes weren't moving. "I claim you as my own, Hollow God, and I am your master?" Gavin said, a little more clearly, a little quicker. Ms. Carter looked up from her papers, then over at Gavin. Her face was expressionless. Or maybe she was mad. He wasn't sure. "I claim?" he asked. She stood up, put the papers down, then pushed in her chair and walked toward him. "You?" She walked past him, toward the door to the classroom. She locked the door to the classroom. Oh crap, Gavin thought. This was a huge mistake. "As my own." She sauntered up to him. And, with both hands, she pushed him toward the wall. And she pinned him against the wall. And she kissed him deeply on the lips. "Holomph!" Gavin cried. Ms. Carter held onto the back of his head with one hand and tossed his backpack away with the other. Her passion was sudden and ferocious. She pushed her body against his, sandwiching him between herself and the wall. "Hmmph!" He could feel her breasts pressed against his chest. Her tongue explored the inside of his mouth as her hips ground against him. "Hrmm..." He wasn't sure what to do with his arms. Awkwardly, he wrapped them around her back. She pushed one of his hands down to her lower back, then the other to her ass. His hand was on her ass. She made sure he was grabbing her ass. "Mmm!" she moaned, then broke off and suckled greedily on his neck. He grabbed her other ass cheek, feeling its softness beneath her clothes. She lifted her leg against his side. He could smell her perfume all over, and he touched the thigh that was pressed against him. He could see the top of her hose. He could see her panties. "Ahhh," he groaned, "wait! Ms. Carter, wait." She slowed down, but she kept kissing his neck. He let go of her leg, and it drifted back down. Gavin was rock-hard, but, "Ms. Carter, please stop." She did, and she pulled herself back, but gently touched his sides with her fingertips. When he saw her face, it was shocking: the cool contempt was completely gone, replaced by the sweet girl he saw in her bathroom selfies. Young and exposed, she stared at him with a cute, slightly nervous look on her face. "Ms. Carter! Wha-what's happened to you?!" A smile slowly spread across her face. "You became my master, Master," she giggled. "Y-you mean it worked?! I mean, you're really a Hollow God?!" She nodded. "You're, like, what that book said. A willing slave." She didn't say anything, but she did gently pull herself against him in a lover's embrace. He felt her hand on the back of his head, gently caressing his scalp and tousling his hair. "Oh wow. This is just... wow. Ms. Carter, I can't-" "-Please, Master," she whispered, "call me Emily." "E-Emily! Okay, Emily!" He laughed. "Holy crap! I can't believe this is happening!" She leaned in, and he leaned up, with a little hesitation. Their lips met again delicately in a quick but tender kiss. She kissed his chin, then his neck, then his chest. Emily was slowly sliding down to the floor, kissing Gavin all the way down. When she got to his pants, she stopped and lightly stroked the strained fabric above his engorged member. "Emily, wh-" Gavin asked. She gave him a mischievous look, then seized the pull of his zipper and yanked on it. "Wait, we shouldn't-not-" She glanced up at him as she reached into his open fly. "-Ohmygod!" Gavin gasped as Emily seized his penis and pulled it out. She gently stroked its length with one hand and rubbed the tip. A bit of pre-cum came out, and she dabbed it with her finger and licked it off. "Haaaaahhh!" he breathed. She looked up at him, smiled, then licked his shaft. "Ohhhggggg-!!" "Shhhh," she whispered, and gave it a kiss. He covered his mouth with both hands as she took the tip into her mouth, then slid it all the way in. Oh my god, he thought. Oh my god. She made little pleased sucking noises as her lips slipped up and down his dick. With one hand still gripping his mouth shut, Gavin tremulously reached over with his other hand and held the back of Emily's head. Her slick hair slipped and slid under his palm as she picked up speed. "Mmmrrrmm!" he groaned. It felt like her tongue was brushing his sack with each pass, and something was tickling the top of his crotch. He could barely focus -- how far down was she going?! When he managed to force his gaze down a little, he saw her hair hanging down over her face, blocking off his view of her and brushing the top of his crotch with each pass. He felt an energy build within him, and he tapped the back of her head. "E-Emily," he gasped, "I'm gonna-I'm gon-" The energy turned into an explosion; he felt himself blow his load directly into her mouth. Instead of pulling off, however, she stayed on, slowing her movement to a stop. She patiently waited for his intense, rocking orgasm to calm and taper off, and he felt her sucking gently on him as she did so. Even after he was done, he felt her sucking. She's sucking it out, he thought. She's actually drinking my semen. Emily pulled her lips off Gavin and brushed her hair back with one hand, keeping the other on his penis. Her mouth was full, but she kept her lips shut tight. He marveled as she tilted her head back and swallowed her mouthload without making any sign that she found it unpleasant. Instead, she smiled after she did so, and even licked her lips. She licked Gavin's penis clean, then gave it another kiss. "Holy shit," he breathed. She giggled, then stood up and nuzzled him. "That was amazing." "Master," she cooed. "I live to serve you. Although," she bit her lower lip coyly, "I've always wanted to try that!" "Th-that was pretty damn good for your first beejay!" They kissed again, and Emily reached up under her skirt and started to pull down her pantyhose and panties. "Wait, Emily, we shouldn't do this here. We could get caught." "I've locked the door!" "Yeah, but what if the janitor unlocks it? Plus, there're those windows." He pointed at the windows behind her. "Someone could accidentally see in..." Nobody could accidentally see in, and she could see that, and that was part of why Gavin wished he hadn't said that. Emily raised one eyebrow and pursed her lips as she realized how Gavin had learned her secret. He felt embarrassed for a second before her mock disdain broke and she giggled. "Ehhh, sorry." "No worries, Master. You're right, it is too risky here." "Can we go back to your place?" he proposed. "You can teleport, right? Can you teleport with me along for the ride?" She nodded. "Great! Let's do that then. But, uh, first," he tucked his dick back into his pants, then grabbed his backpack off the floor and slung it over his shoulder. She watched him and waited patiently. He looked at her lips, then rushed to her desk, grabbed a can of soda off it, and gave it to her. "Here. Wash the taste of me out of your mouth." "I like the way you taste, Master." Regardless, she took gulp of soda. "Okay," she said, putting the can on a desk. "Now, Master, reach around me and hold on tight, alright? I've never actually tried this with another person, but I'm certain I can do it." Gavin hesitated for a split-second before realizing this was too cool to not try. He pushed his body against her and gripped her tight, and his penis started to stir again. She could feel his excitement building, and rubbed her hips against him in response. "Don't worry, Master. This will be fun!" She held his head to her shoulder, then dipped her head down and breathed out. Everything went dark. In a moment, it looked to Gavin like the lights in the room faded, then went even darker. He saw no light from outside, or from anywhere else -- all around him was pitch-black. He could not even see Emily or his own hands in front of him. He felt a cool wind, and a rushing sensation, then a series of light jerks that pulled him in several directions. He was pulled left, then from behind, then right and left and left. He was rushed onward to his left for a time -- he didn't feel like he was about to fall over any one way, since the pulling was so light -- then backward again and left and backward and right. The wind was puffing him in the face as he felt a series of small, short jerks, then one jerk upward, then another series of short jerks. And he stopped. "We're here," he heard Emily whisper. He saw a light to his left, and shapes appeared around him. As his eyes focused, he saw that he was in a room with a couch, two bookcases, a table, and several chairs. A flat screen TV was mounted on the wall in front of him. Emily appeared again in his arms. "Welcome home, Master." Gavin slowly let go and looked around. He was definitely not at school anymore. This place was clean and neat, with hardwood floors and open spaces. A balcony to his side let in natural light, and it gave an excellent view of the town. It had to be over three times the size of his dingy little apartment, and this was just one room. "This is where you live?" he asked. "This is where you live," Emily corrected him. He looked to her for an explanation. "Everything I have is now yours, Master. You own me completely, and that includes all that was once mine." "No way." His head swung around, taking it all in. "But I can't afford this!" "I will continue to pay the bills, Master. Everything I do, I do for you now." She took a knee in submission. "My life, my body, my soul, and my loyalty -- I pledge these things to you now and forever." Holy crap, he thought. I own my history teacher. He slumped onto the couch in a daze. It was leather-bound and very comfortable. "Are you okay, Master?" she asked, concerned. "I'm... fine! Uh." He thought about things. "Do you have to do anything I ask?" "Absolutely anything, Master." "And you have to tell me anything as well, right?" "Yes, Master." "Uhhh, would you tell me..." He blinked, then threw up his hands as he asked, off-the-cuff, "your bank password?" "N-zero-R-M-'at' symbol-N-D-Y." "Holy shit! Uhhhh, how about... your most embarrassing memory?" She put a finger to her lips and looked up in thought. "Mmm, I once showed up to a formal party dressed as a naughty nurse. I was going to a friend's costume party, and I got the directions mixed up." She blushed a little and grinned sheepishly. "I was supposed to go to ballroom B at the airport Hilton. I went to ballroom C and ended up interrupting a bar mitzvah." Gavin smiled. "I bet that kid had a fun time. Here, sit next to me." She giggled as she sat on the edge of the couch primly. "He didn't look like he was about to complain!" "Uhhh, what's next." Gavin looked back up at her. "Have you ever been married?" "No." He hesitated before waving her toward him. "Do you have a boyfriend?" She leaned into his arm and curled up next to him on the couch. "I have you, Master, so in a way, yes." He held her in his arms -- one around her shoulders, the other around her thighs. She seemed so small and frail. "Are you into math at all?" "Being a math teacher was my first choice. The only reason I didn't go that route in college was because I didn't like the professors." "Hmm, favorite TV show?" "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic." "You have a tattoo of Rainbow Dash on your right arm, don't you? I saw it in your photos online." "I do." "Can you show it to me?" Her eyes sparkled. Her smile widened. "Don't ask. Command me, Master." Gavin looked deep into her eyes. He felt something stir deep inside him. He wanted this woman, sure, but he wanted something more. For the first time, the appeal of Higginbotham's legend made sense to him. He didn't want a crappy apartment by the train tracks. He didn't want a low-wage job in a soulless big box store. He didn't want college rejection letters that guaranteed a life of mediocrity. He wanted control. He could do this. He would do this. "Show me your tattoo, Emily," he said firmly. She hunched her shoulders in glee, then sat up and unbuttoned her dress jacket and slipped it off. She was wearing a white, long-sleeved blouse with a small line of ruffles down the front. Before she could undo the top button, he reached for it. "Can I... no," he stated. She paused. He sat up. "Let me do it." Emily sat on the edge of the couch with her chin held high as Gavin slowly undid her top button, then the button just below that. I can't believe I'm doing this, he thought. This is like a dream. Please, please don't let this just be a dream! Emily puffed her chest out a little when he got to the middle button. Do I fold back her sleeve here and look at her tattoo, he thought, or do I keep going? Oh, who am I kidding. He took a breath and continued to unbutton her blouse. When he got down to her skirt, he took another deep breath, then pulled her hem of her blouse out from her waistline and opened it up. There were her breasts, ensconced in a baby blue bra. She helped him as he pulled her blouse off her shoulders and arms, then put it aside. He held her right arm -- there was her Rainbow Dash tattoo, right where he expected it to be -- and felt her supple skin. He cupped her breasts with both hands, but didn't remove her bra. He touched her face, brushing his fingertips over her temples before holding it in his palms. Her pleased expression didn't change. "Wash your makeup off," he said. "I want to see your bare face." Emily stood up and walked into her bedroom, then into the bathroom within. Gavin took the chance to slow his racing heart. Calm down, he told himself. I need to control myself. I am the one in command here. After a few minutes, Emily walked out, her face clean and makeup-free. She's so beautiful, he thought. "Stop," he said. She stopped in her tracks just outside her bedroom. He stood up, walked over to her, and touched her face again. It felt a tiny bit less smooth, but less greasy. "That's better," he said. "Do you want me to stop wearing makeup, Master?" she asked. "No, your makeup is fine," he replied. "But I think you're beautiful even without it." She beamed with joy. "Now, stand still. I want to... examine your body." He blushed. "My body is your vessel, Master," Emily said nonchalantly. "Examine it all you want." She stood still as he walked around her, scrutinizing her back and shoulders. He walked in front of her, took her belt in his hands, then calmly unbuckled it. He pulled down her skirt, revealing her hips and panties. He pulled her skirt down to her feet, and she stepped out of it. He undid the straps on her high heels. "Take them off," he said, and she kicked them away. Emily was standing at attention in front of him in just her undergarments. Gavin hesitated, then reached around her chest and felt the clasps holding her bra up. He undid them and pulled them toward him, removing her bra. Her naked breasts looked just as pert and youthful as they did in their usual fabric shackles. "These are your breasts!" he breathed. "These are your breasts," she corrected him and giggled. He took them in his hands and massaged them. She moaned. His hands traced down the curves of her body to her hips, where he grasped the top of her pantyhose and panties and pulled them down. They slid fluidly down her thighs, over her knees and past her calves. She stepped out of them when they reached her feet. Gavin tossed the garments aside and looked up. There was her vulva! The area around it was clean-shaven and smooth. Gavin nearly fell on his ass, but he just managed to stay on his feet in a crouched position. "Do what you want with me, Master," Emily cooed seductively, then spread her legs a little wider. He slowly, carefully, extended a finger up and, just ever-so-lightly, brushed it. She let out a happy little puff. He brushed it again, this time a little more slowly. She breathed out. He brushed against her clitoris. She let out a tiny moan and tensed up. He smelled his finger, then licked it. It tasted milky and a little salty. Not bad, he thought. I want more. "Go to the bedroom," he said. "Lay down on your back." She laid on the bed back-side down and awaited his next order. He followed her in, then removed his shirt. "Can you get pregnant?" he asked as he kicked off his shoes and socks. "No, Master. The bodies of Hollow Gods are incomplete and cannot produce eggs or semen." She rubbed her thighs with her hands and spread her legs apart invitingly. "We can get wet, though!" Gavin took off his pants, then hesitated. There's no going back, he thought. I don't want to go back, anyway. He removed his briefs, exposing his penis and denuding himself completely. I am a man, he thought, and this is my woman. He felt strong. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs over the edge of the bed. She squealed with glee and laughed. "I'm going to eat you out," he said. She bit her lip with pleasure. "It's only fair. You ate me." He got onto his knees, and she spread her legs further. He put his fingers to her vulva and spread it open, and her breathing picked up speed. He put his mouth over her lips and kissed it. She groaned. He didn't see what many guys had a problem with -- she smelled good. Really good, even. He sucked at it, and she started to shake. His nose brushed against her clitoris, and she involuntarily bucked backwards on the bed. We can't have that, he thought, so he wrapped his arms up under her thighs and around her hips, then pulled her back toward him. She gripped his scalp, but he didn't mind. He flicked her clitoris with his tongue, and she started shaking uncontrollably and moaning. Let's see what else she likes, he thought. He started licking her vagina in different ways. He remembered seeing something on TV about trying the alphabet when doing it. His tongue darted through her slit, spelling out the letters A, B, C, D, E, F, G- She let out a loud cry on G. That's what she likes, he thought. God bless cable TV! His tongue swirled through her vagina, interspersed by quick little licks and bites of her clitoris. "Ggggod, yes!!" Emily cried. "Yes, Master, yes!! Oooohhhhh!!" She let go of his scalp, reached up, and gripped the sheets on the bed behind her as he gobbled her pussy. Her hips bucked up involuntarily, but Gavin held on, standing up and putting his knees on the bed as her back bent. From up there, Gavin could look down on her face. Her eyes were glazed, half-open and staring at the ceiling. Her mouth was agape, and she was breathing hard and fast. "Uuuuhhhhhhnnn!" she cried. "Fuck-oh, fuck-oh, fuck yes, yes, oooohhhh-hhho, fuck!" She sounded so cute like that. Keep moaning for me, Gavin thought. I want to hear you scream. He buried his mouth in her pussy and enjoyed the salty creaminess of her. It was like drinking a sloppy salted caramel milkshake, but without the caramel (which was fine with him, because he didn't like caramel anyway). Emily couldn't control herself-- she was trying to grip something, anything, but nothing she grabbed seemed to satisfy her. She eventually gripped her hands over her mouth and breathed hard through her nose. Gavin came up for air. "Scream for me, baby," he said, before diving back into her. Her hands moved over her throat, and she cried out like a wounded animal. This is amazing, Gavin thought. I'm eating out of the hottest woman I know, and she's loving it. Her hips were trembling. "Ohh, God!!" Her breathing picked up speed. "Ohhhh... fuck!!" Gavin knew where this was going -- his tongue picked up speed. "Ohhh!! Ohhhhh!! Ohhhhh-hhhooohhh-!!" In one glorious moment, Emily's back went stiff, her eyes went wide, and her mouth fell open. Gavin's girl looked up at her ceiling and saw God; she let out a long, high-pitched cry as her whole body was rocked by a powerful orgasm. He patiently continued to lap her up as her juices flowed, but also took time to rub her tummy while he did. "That's a good girl," he said as he came up for air again. "That's my good girl. Mmm." He swirled his tongue around her vagina for a couple more minutes, bringing her to orgasm two more times, before letting up and gently licking the remaining liquid from around her slit. Emily came down off her orgasms: her breathing slowed, and her muscles relaxed. Gavin lowered her hips back down to the bed and released her. He wiped her slit dry with his hand, then lapped up some of the liquid around his mouth. "You are, mmm." He swallowed some of the juice. "Delicious." She kneaded her fingers together under her chin and chortled sweetly. Gavin plodded into her bathroom and switched on the lights. His face was a mess. He felt sweaty and sticky and covered in Emily's secretions. And he loved it. I own her, he thought, and now I'm having sex with her. And I can have sex with her again after that, then again, then again... I rule her, and she loves me. Fucking!! Awesome!! He splashed some water in his face and felt empowered. Stepping out of the bathroom, he puffed out his chest for Emily. He only hoped he looked impressive, but he sure felt impressive. "You know what we're going to do now, right, Emily?" She nodded. "Are you up for it?" Another nod, only faster, more eager. "Okay." He strode over to her and pulled her legs apart again. The bed underneath her pussy was soaking wet, but neither of them cared. He positioned himself between her legs, with his penis pointing toward her vulva. This is happening, he thought. "I love you, Master," she whimpered. "Call me Gavin." "I love you, Gavin!" "I love you too, Emily." He placed the tip against her slit. She was breathing heavily again. He leaned forward to kiss her. His penis pushed up inside her along the way. She groaned as he slowly drove his member up into her as far as it would go. He kissed her cheek and whispered into her ear, "Can you take it? Can you take it, Emily?" "Oooohhhh! I can take it!!" she cried. "I want it all!!" He held her hips as they twerked up and down on his dick, then he started pumping in and out. In and out. In and out, in slow, regular movements. "Oooohhhh!!" she squeaked. "I want all of you inside me!!" "You want me?" he panted into her ear. In and out, in and out. "Yes!! I want all of you inside me!!" He thrust harder. She arched her back. "-Oh!! So deep, it's so deep!! Ye-e-esss!!" Her back hit the bed again like she was spent, but Gavin kept up the energy. She looked like she was along for the ride. "You're so deep," she groaned. She sounded so sexy to him. "You're so deep." She pushed her chin against her chest as he pushed into her. "This feels so good." He lifted her chin up and kissed her sloppily. "Mmmm! So good! Oh-oh-ohoho-" Gavin was enjoying this, but he wanted something else. He wanted the sensation of her body moving with his. He pulled out and said, "Get on your left side, Emily. Left side." She rolled onto her left side, and he laid on the bed behind her. He pushed his left arm under her and wrapped it around her chest, and she grabbed it and shuffled back a little. With his right hand, he guided his penis back to the lips of her slit. He shuffled forward, and the head went in. She trembled. He wrapped his right arm around her thighs and pulled her in close, shoving his penis in the rest of the way. "Uuuuuhhhnnn!!" Emily groaned. She leaned forward, but Gavin held on. He pumped in once, and she bucked forward, but he kept holding on. He thrust again and again, and she was sent into spasms of pleasure. She gripped everything her hands could grab: the bedsheets, his arms, his thigh. He was in control, however, which is exactly where he wanted to be. He pushed his chest against her back a couple times and felt her heaving, trembling body against his skin. "Control me!!" Emily pleaded. "Control me!! Please!!" In his growing passion, Gavin's thoughts briefly touched on the Emperor from Augustus' legend. He wondered if this was how he took control of those bodies. That's what I want, Gavin thought. I want this girl's body for my own. He gripped her neck with one hand and brought her in close to his face. "I want your body, Emily." "Yeee-eee-eeesss!! Take it!! Take it!!" "I want your body!!" Gavin felt the excitement in his groin reach a peak. He held onto Emily tight as a powerful orgasm rocked his entire body, and he released his seed into her. She gripped his wrists tight as her body was overtaken by the wild thrill of its own orgasm. They screamed simultaneously as their burning loins swam together in a sea of intermingled liquids. This is it, Gavin thought, I'm taking over. But he wasn't. After an indeterminate amount of time, they came off their shared orgasm, and Gavin pulled out. Semen flowed freely from his dick and her slit. Emily's breathing slowed first. Once she felt like she was in control again, she brushed the hair off her face, flipped over, and wrapped her arms around Gavin. She kissed him above his eye, then wrapped her left leg around his thigh and continued planting sweet little pecks all over his face. "I thought that would give me control," he muttered, sounding a little disappointed. "Mmm?" Emily asked. "I mean, that... was awesome." He only had to consider it for a half- second before realizing how true that was. "That was fucking awesome!" he laughed. She giggled along with him as they continued to hold each other in a gentle lover's embrace. "Are you... I mean, are we... I don't even know what to ask!" "I'm yours for all of eternity," Emily whispered. "My Love! My Master!" "For all eternity..." Gavin felt his eyes become heavy, and his muscles relax; he was so very, very tired. As his consciousness faded, Emily kissed his face and pulled a pillow down under his head, and the bedsheets up to his chest, as she snuggled in next to him. Gavin awoke to delicious smells. It was dark when he opened his eyes, except for a little light coming from the bedroom door. He was disoriented at first -- this wasn't his bedroom. When he remembered where he was and what he had done, he was relieved, then overjoyed that it hadn't been a dream. An alarm clock next to the bed read 2:00. Judging by the amount of light outside, Gavin correctly guessed that it was 2:00 a.m. Would Emily mind him walking out naked? He doubted it, but he put on his pants anyway. Emily was in the kitchen, over the stove, wearing a clean white cotton robe. He cleared his throat to announce himself, and she turned her head around and smiled brightly. "Good morning, Master!" she said. "Did you sleep well?" "Like a rock," he said as he sat at a table. "Although, it's Friday, and, uh, what were we... you... going to do?" "I'm going to call in sick today," Emily replied. "Do you have your own email account?" "Yes." "Of course you do! You can email the school and tell them you're sick, too. You can use the day to get used to everything. Is that okay, Master?" "It works for me." Emily lifted her frying pan off the stove, slid an omelet onto a plate, then carried it over to the table and set it in front of Gavin. "Isn't this yours?" "It's yours now," she said. "I'm not hungry anyway." She sat in a chair next to Ga