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  The Power: Volume Five

  by Nick Storming

  Publisher: Fractured Press

  Copyright© 2019 Fractured Press

  All characters are 18 and older

  nickstorming.org

  Table of Contents

  The Power: Volume Five

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Epilogue

  Chapter One

  It’s a strange world when over a dozen women suddenly have the Power at their disposal. Rooms change size, bathrooms become very involved, and the number or walk-in closets, suddenly filled with designer shoes and clothes, nearly upset the structural integrity of our little underground mansion.

  Several of the women proved to be adept at design and surprisingly Meegan was an architecture major with a hidden genius for engineering. She went through the whole cavern buttressing and supporting the walls and began to make plans and drawings for future designs, fixing our living quarters and changing the somewhat blocky structure I had made into a truly wondrous mansion with a dozen of comfortable spaces to live and relax in.

  Deep in the heart of the complex Meegan built a grotto and filled it with waterfalls, deep hot spring pools and a large area of divans and lounges. That grotto would become home to many of Dr. Lorelai Khan’s experiments over the coming weeks.

  The underground lake that was our fresh water supply was a dark and somewhat grim place. Several of the girls went around the perimeter and changed the hard-black rock into delicate white sand, filling the whole pool with the sand, even up onto my little island in the middle. When the ladies were finished, I drew deep on the power and placed a simulacrum of a star floating high in the air above the lake that would give a solid fourteen hours of sun light a day. The glowing golden ball radiated warmth and all the wavelengths of the sun. Just that one small change lifted everyone spirits tremendously.

  These changes and more were put into place over those first couple of weeks after they were all imbued with the Power. That was a wonderful time for all of us. A time of discovery and wild erotic pleasures. The training regimen that Ashlyn had set up was still in effect and every morning when I awoke there would be a wild orgy and I would grow in the Power by tremendous levels. Then I would spend the afternoon training and learning to control that great Power.

  I had lost a considerable amount of strength by imbuing so many women in such a short amount of time. With the regimen that Ashlyn had put into place, as well as all the extracurricular encounters I had with various women throughout the days. I was able to recover what I had lost in within two weeks spent in our sanctuary.

  I almost never used the Power to probe minds since each woman had the Power and it felt impolite to do so. The sentiment was shared by the rest of the harem and other unspoken rules formed in how we interacted with one another with the Power. I was constantly surprised at how smooth and easy the transition was between everyone, given the different talents, skills and strength levels amongst the women.

  Dr Khan proved to be a godsend when we began her experimentations with the echoes of orgasmic Power that happened when we were all together. She was able to discover very quickly that there was a resonance between us and when we had certain numbers within the circle of resonating Power that we could exponentially increase our gains.

  Prime numbers held the key she discovered and she had a theory about nineteen being the ultimate prime for our situation. A goddess number she called it, whatever that means. Ashlyn promised to search for the remaining members of the harem that would fill this number out. She was clearly the most powerful of the women, both in the Power and in her own self. The younger and older women all deferred to my gorgeous sister.

  There were new and strange room in our mansion that popped up as well. Rooms filled with computers and TV’s playing security feeds from various buildings and street corners around the world. This was part of Tajwa’s hunt for the Enemy’s minions and their bases and Asuka had done the purchasing of all that could not be stolen or ‘borrowed’ by the golems. The wealth Asuka had accumulated for us came in very helpful.

  The information Tajwa was able to gather from the ancient library was extremely valuable. Pouring through ancient texts the genius little woman was able to make connections to great upheavals throughout history, linking any unexplained phenomena to the Enemy and then tracing it back to the center of his influence. Eastern Europe. Somewhere in those dark war-torn lands the Enemy was hidden. Tajwa was narrowing in on him daily as she and several others of the harem were working with her, tracked their movements. A large map was projected onto the wall with a half dozen red dots denoting the locations of the evil minions strongholds.

  As time went on, and the women increased in their efficacy with the Power, their monitoring systems and processes became far more advanced. Tajwa proving her genius was able to create machine learning systems, powered and driven by the Power, that hunted the enemies Minions over thousands of networks. The software was so powerful that it stepped behind firewalls and slipped through the most advanced government security systems with ease.

  Asuka had her base of operations in the same place, and her information proved to be just as useful as what Tajwa was able to obtain. It looked to her as though the Enemy has his fingers deep within the capital markets, manipulating the whole world on suspect math in securities exchanges, ready to topple the whole system at an inopportune moment. Tracking their transactions and LLC’s she was able to fill out over half of the minions locations on the wall and was on the trail of a half dozen more.

  Ashlyn also continued to disappear from our stronghold. Heading out into the world through her discovery or traveling through the earth itself. If anything needed to get done in the outer world, then she was the brave soul who would venture forth to take care of it. Whether it was inserting some firmware onto a banking system for Asuka or retrieving some old books or manuscripts for Tajwa. I feared for her every time she left the safety of our home, but there was no one else besides myself who I would trust out there, and I feared my movements would be too easily tracked by the Enemy.

  All of these activities and discoveries were exciting and wondrous, but the thing I was most grateful for was the domestic tranquility that reigned throughout our lives. The women got along so well and any jealousy or hurt feelings would instantly be redirected and channeled into communication and understanding. There was such a ‘kumbaya’ type of atmosphere that I grew suspicious and it was only after meditating on the issue and picking through the dozens of flowing strands of Power now wafting around the place constantly that I began to see the pattern.

  There was a subtle and incredibly complex matrix of Power streams, flowing constantly through all of our bonds. They were hidden beneath flesh and within our own minds but as I studied them one afternoon, picking apart pieces of the matrix and discovering the compassion worked into the outcomes, I knew who had created this nearly hidden wonder, my stepmom.

  That evening after our meal I found her relaxing near the grotto with a big glass of wine and a book as she curled up on a cushioned lounger. She was lost in the world the book had built for her mind and so it was several seconds before she sensed my presence near her. Turning to me with a warm smile she reached out and placed a hand on my arm as I stood beside her. My mother had always been a beautiful woman, but the Power had perfected her in a way that arrested my vision whenever I saw her. Tall and blond with the most brilliant almost gem like blue eyes she never commanded a room like Ashlyn would, being more subtle in her approach, but she had the type of beauty and poise that could only be described as queenly.

  “You know honey,” she said while glancing around the lush grotto, “I would have n
ever imagined life could be this good down here.”

  “I think we could manage a pretty great life even without all this,” I said waving my hand in the air, “As long as we’re all together.”

  She gripped my arm with her hand and smile up at me, “Of course we would be dear, but never overestimate how much simple comforts can make a place feel like home.”

  “That’s precisely why I came to see you mom.” Reaching out I let me the Power flood into me and using a new technique I had learned recently, I isolated it to only my fingers and brushed them gently through the currents of Power that hung invisible to all other observation.

  “What’s that Sean?” Mother asked, looking curious.

  “Don’t try to play dumb mom, I know you’re the one who crafted this matrix of power constructs.”

  “Matrix of what?” She asked with genuine puzzlement on her face. “Sean what’re you talking about?”

  “There’s a lattice work of incredibly complex and intricate little constructs of Power layered throughout this place. They’re invisible to all but me I can barely see them at my current strength level or even begin to understand it and all of it has your fingerprints.”

  “Ahh,” Mom said in understanding, “Come, I think if you see, you will understand.”

  Folding closed her book and placing it on the lounger she stood and took my arm, leading me over to a pair of chairs. As we walked, I was acutely aware of her large heavy breasts, the cause of so many teenage fantasies, as the swayed beneath her diaphanous white robes. The soft heavenly flesh brushing my arm just as her hips brushed against mine in tantalizing ways.

  I sat in one chair and she sat facing me, hands composed in her lap and was quiet for several long moments before she spoke. When she did, she was preternaturally self-possessed and calm. Her voice and thoughts coming from a place deep within her being.

  “The Power is not a static pool to be used or not. I saw that our first time in the kitchen,” her eyes warmed slightly at the memory, “when you were in such desperate pain. You couldn’t have known but I had been ready for that moment for years. So many mornings when I had the desire to service and please you, worrying that without providing you that taboo love I was harming you, and at the same time cursing myself for being a perverted mother. The desires were there, for years. Long before you had the Power. Long before you could have manipulated my mind, I wanted all of this,” she motioned around the walls and greater complex, “our new and strange life. I knew after that wonderful morning, that it required my faith.”

  “Faith?” I asked.

  “Yes, don’t you see Sean that the Power affects the world in ways we can’t understand or see? It laid the groundwork; I believe in bringing you to our family. Finding you the perfect home and support network so that you could succeed. It has a will of its own Sean, or at least a will that will act to protect and support your mission.”

  “I don’t understand, how does it create something this complex?” I said motioning to the matric of Power woven throughout the mansion.

  “That is what I wanted to show you, my process.” Then sitting up straight she closed her eyes and slowly calmed her breathing and I sensed a subtle shift to the air around us. Like still waters had suddenly stirred.

  Reaching out with the Power I sensed her mind and body, reading her. She was in a deep meditative trance and it was deepening at an alarming rate. As I observed my mother’s self-submerged within her psyche. Her heart rate slowing to two to three beats per minute and nearly all mental function ceasing. I worried for her safety but she appeared to be in perfect health.

  In less than a minute my housewife stepmom was in a deeper meditative trance than most monks who had spent a lifetime in training. As I watched her mind began to subtly reorder itself, the chaotic patterns of her neural network aligning into complex patterns that rotated down into themselves in ever increasingly complex fractal patterns spinning down into infinity.

  Then the Power began to fill them and then immediately leak out of her. My fear spiked until I realized in an awed whisper what was happening. My mom had turned herself into a funnel and then filter for the Power flooding into her. Touched by her compassion and love for all of us, it leaked out free to explore this world on its own.

  The Power streamed from her and coalesced into a little pattern of ‘understanding and the easing of annoyance at minor slights’, this complex little tool leapt out into the greater network, detecting and then applying itself, almost like a vaccine to hurt feelings amongst the harem. And on and on, things of vast complexity and minor items like a new alga in the lake, that would keep the sand clean and the water healthy to drink. I was in awe staring at the fanning wings of Power arching out of my gorgeous mother as she submitted herself to it and its designs, all built around love and keeping the harem together and safe.

  This was a magic I never dreamed possible, true magic, not merely will power manifested. After an hour or so of sitting and meditating, my mother slumped and released the Power, coming back to herself and smiling up at me tiredly.

  “Does that explain what you found?” She asked tiredly.

  I couldn’t contain my love and pride in her and scooped her up in my arms and pulled her into a tight embrace.

  “Mmm,” Mom moaned into my mouth, “I take it you like it?”

  “Mom!” I said shaking my head in amazement, “It’s incredible, you have found a way to bypass your own strength level and skill. To be honest though I have no idea how you learned to meditate so well, I’ve been practicing for weeks and I’m not nearly as good. Also, what was that you did to your mind in the beginning?”

  “Oh, hmmm, that may be harder to explain.” She said and though she tried as we made our way back to my bedroom, I understood little of her explanations of how to quiet and retreat a mind to hidden spots and keep it there, sublimating will for a greater mission of love.

  We crawled into the master bed and made passionate love that night. I spent an hour showing her how much I worshipped and loved her. Mother was happiest when she was submitting to my will and desires, so we passed out together after I had her down on all fours, my cock buried deep in her ass and her begging me to use her body, to live out all my young fantasies.

  Chapter Two

  I woke the next morning to the feeling of a tight and sucking mouth sliding up and down my hard cock. It was a common feeling these days but opening my eyes, I was surprised to see Kates mom Diane smiling up at me with a sexy grin as she sucked and licked at my big dick. Her dark hair fell in thick waves around her beautiful face. The quintessential soccer mom, with her slim body and perfect wide hips and flaring ass.

  Curled up on one side of me was my stepmom and on the other side snuggling in close was my bust aunt Sharon. I laid my head back and enjoyed the warm wet mouth worshiping my cock as my aunt and mother kissed my neck and whispered in my ears.

  “Diane wanted to show you how much she has been practicing,” Aunt Sharon breathed in my ear, “Do you like that Sean? You girlfriends mom sucking that big beautiful dick of yours?”

  “Kates mommy wants to serve you with us,” mom said in her submissive little voice, “We are splitting up your training today Sean.”

  “Hmm?” I asked my mind fuzzy with the pleasure I was receiving.

  “This morning is the Mommy orgy, and in the afternoon, you get the teenies.” My mom slid down my body, kissing her way across my chest and stomach until she slid in beside Diane. Diane lifted her gorgeous face from my cock an turned, giving my mom a long deep French kiss just above my cock head, as she held it in one hand.

  “Look at that Sean!” My aunt whispered in my ear. Her eyes stared with lusty intensity as she watched the sexy scene with me. “Has any man ever been so lucky? Your mommy and soon to be mother-in-law are both your willing little slaves.” The women broke their kiss and turned smiling faces to my cock, licking up the sides together and trading the head back and forth in their hot sucking mouths. Their thick lips and
tongues touching, sliding all over the head of my hard dick.

  I felt my orgasm approaching and I pulled my aunt in close, one hand massaging her big firm butt and drew in the Power slightly, letting my cock begin to glow just before the orgasm swept through me.

  I didn’t warn my mom and Diane that I was about to cum, they were both so tied in with my body and feeling that they knew immediately when I was getting close. As the tingling pleasure swept across my skin, and I felt the Power grown and sweep out of me in my orgasm, Diane clamped her mouth on the head of my cock and began to swallow down my cum as if her life depended on it.

  My mom stroked her hair and looked up at me lovingly with eyes that seemed to convey her appreciation. All three women, shuddering in their own orgasms from the Power echoes, but it was Diane who moaned out the loudest as my cum filled her mouth and slid down her throat.

  “My god Diane,” I breathed out, “That was amazing.”

  “We aren’t done yet big boy,” Aunt Sharon said as she slid down to Diane’s other side, the three of them licking, sucking, and trading my cock back and forth as they worked it to hardness. They said the dirtiest things back and forth as they sucked my cock, driving me crazy with desire.

  “Did you ever think you would get to suck you stepson’s big dick?” Diane asked my mom at one point as she held the base of my cock while my aunt tried her best to deep throat me, the choking wet sounds filling the room as I moaned in helpless pleasure, my hands filled with soft tit flesh.

  “I dreamed of it.” Mom said, “There were night I’d lay up late at night wishing he would come in and take me. A perfect mommy slave, for her growing boy!”

  “Mmmm mugh tugh,” Said aunt Sharon choking up off my cock as she did.

  “The first moment I saw you Sean, I was jealous of my daughter.” Diane admitted, “My husband came so hard that night when I told him the nasty things, I wanted our daughters nineteen-year-old boyfriend to do to me.”