Message-ID: <36869asstr$1024546208@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20020619212412.89536.qmail@web21101.mail.yahoo.com> From: Shadow Wolf MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 19 Jun 2002 14:24:12 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} Omnipotence, by Shadow Wolf, Chapters 1 and 2 <*> Date: Thu, 20 Jun 2002 00:10:08 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates Omnipotence by Shadow Wolf Chapter One: Aide Appears I'm not sure why I was chosen -- why I was given the power I have. I don't even know where the power comes from, or how it works. What I do know is that I can reshape the world as I see fit -- to create things, even people, from nothingness, or send them into oblivion; to alter the past, or at least everyone's memories of it; to control the thoughts of a person, or a nation, or of the entire world. In short, I was given the power of a god. It all started when I was watching _Return of the Jedi_ for the umpteenth time, looking at Princess Leia in that gorgeous slave costume, and thinking to myself, _"God, I'd love to fuck her."_ said a voice in my head. "Wh-what?" repeated the voice. "That's impossible." For some reason, I wasn't questioning the existence of the voice, just what it was telling me. As if in demonstration, a woman appeared on my couch: Princess Leia, just as she was in the movie. She immediately snuggled up next to me and began massaging my thighs. Needless to say, I was stunned. "What's going on? Who are you?" I asked the voice. There was a moment's confusion, as the woman thought I was talking to her. "I'm Princess Leia, and I'm here to fuck you," she said, in an almost haughty voice completely at odds with her words and actions. "I'm sorry, Leia, I didn't mean you -- I was talking to someone else." I repeated my question to the voice silently -- _Who are you?_ Leia had continued to massage my thighs, getting ever closer to my crotch. I was as hard as I'd ever been before, but I simply wasn't ready for this aggressive approach. "Send her away please -- I need to think about this first." She instantly disappeared. "What do I call you?" I spoke aloud, preferring to hear myself think. I could almost *hear* it bow unctuously. I had to call it something -- I remembered the Belisarius novels I'd read recently. "I'll call you Aide. You said restrictions -- what are they?" "And for how long do I have this power?" "Okay," I nodded slowly. "Now, why did you create the Princess like that?" "If I'm going to live with this, I don't want you jumping the gun like that -- her sudden appearance almost scared me out of my skin. From now on, don't anticipate -- wait until I give you specific instructions, so I can think about what I want before hand." I thought for a moment. "If it's a life-or-death situation, go ahead and do whatever's necessary to prevent me from being hurt." "Where is she now? What did you do when I asked you to send her away?" "I don't think so -- Leia is beautiful, but her personality isn't really what I want in a lover -- she has a tendency to be a bit arrogant." I considered this for a moment. What did I really want in a lover? Up to that point in my life, I had had no social life whatsoever. In high school and college, I was too shy to ever ask a girl out, and too much of a nerd to be asked out. In fact, I never did anything social except with my family -- I didn't go to parties or clubs, or do much of anything except work, reading books, or surfing the Internet. My life was a very lonely one, which explained why I was still a virgin after 25 years. I decided right then and there that I didn't want to live the rest of my life -- which just might be eternity -- stuck in that same rut. I would use this power to break out of that cycle, to do something different for a change. And the first thing I wanted was to get rid of that damned virginity. For which, of course, I needed a woman. I decided to think things over very carefully before I actually had her created. First, though, I looked around my apartment -- it was a mess, mostly because I hated cleaning up. "Aide, clean up the apartment, put all the books on the shelves, and get rid of all the trash." "Just shelve the books I haven't read yet, and the ones I read most often. Get rid of the rest -- I can always ask you to create it later if I want to re-read it." The apartment was clean, *really* clean, for the first time in several years. Next I sat down (metaphorically -- I was already sitting down) to consider what I wanted in a lover. I checked with Aide and verified that he knew all my thoughts -- he was part of me, as he said earlier -- and asked him to take notes on the decisions I made, but hold off on actually doing anything until I gave the word. I also asked him to chime in with any suggestions he had along the way, particularly if I was forgetting something. First, appearance: Leia was beautiful, of course, but I already knew what the woman of my dreams looked like. The closest thing I'd had to pornography growing up was a pair of Victoria's Secret catalogs, both featuring the same gorgeous model. A Caucasian woman, mid-twenties, with long, dark brown, curly hair, lightly-tanned skin, and the sexiest pair of eyes I had ever seen -- gray-green, almost silver-green in color, with exotically tilted eyebrows which always reminded me of a bird in the distance. When she looked straight at the camera, her eyes appeared to be examining your soul. I didn't know her name, and it didn't really matter. The catalogs were ten or twelve years old, and I didn't want the real model -- just a woman who resembled her. "Aide, can you create a hologram-type image, and alter it as I give you the details?" Immediately, an image of the model stood in front of me. "Let's see... shrink her breasts a bit, about a C cup (I preferred smaller breasts, and while hers weren't huge, they were still just a bit larger than I liked). Trim back that bush -- all of it off the lips, just a small triangle above the mound. Get rid of all the rest of her body hair. That's good. Remember that." The image was perfect -- she rivalled Cleopatra, or Helen of Troy, at least in my mind. A name was easy -- I'd long ago named the model Irinna in my dreams, and decided to stick with that. Intelligence -- never settle for less than the best. I had Aide make her as intelligent as myself (I tend to score very high on IQ tests and the like, and consider myself very intelligent indeed). I told Aide to make her completely devoted to me -- her only desire was to make me happy. Sexually, she would be completely uninhibited, willing to do anything I wanted her to, and experienced in all the forms of sex. "Is there anything else I need to consider?" I asked Aide. After some thought, I decided to keep it simple. "Let her know the truth -- that she was created by me for my pleasure. Make sure she's familiar with my favorite books and movies and so forth, so we'll have the same cultural references. Does that cover it?" "Like Faith Hill's, I think." "Then make it so." I didn't jump this time. It helped that Aide didn't create her right next to me on the couch, but rather several feet away, standing near the doorway. I immediately noticed that Aide had handled one last detail -- she was dressed in an exact duplicate of the same slave costume Princess Leia had been wearing earlier. I sucked in a breath as the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen sank to her knees in front of me. "How may I serve you, Master?" Chapter 02: Master Master. The word both frightened and thrilled me. For the first time in my life, I was about to learn what sex was all about, from a gorgeous woman who would do anything I wished, indulge my kinkiest, darkest desires. Yet this same word finally brought home the implications of what my new power meant -- I was her master, she was my slave. I could use any euphemism I chose, but she was still a slave -- and so, potentially, was every other person in the world. I put aside these thoughts for later -- right now, I just wanted to lose my virginity. "Please make yourself at home while I change, Irinna," I said, heading for the bathroom. I had a chance to make some self-improvements, and I wasn't going to pass that up. I stripped and looked at myself in the mirror. To be honest, I was pretty ugly -- pasty-white from too much time in front of the computer instead of outside, scarred from multiple abdominal surgeries (my guts were constantly a problem), and far too skinny - you couldn't quite count my ribs, but it was close. I even had acne still, although it was mostly on my neck and shoulders. _Aide, I want to make some changes. Get rid of my scars and zits, add at least 20 pounds of muscle, tan my skin a bit. Internally, I want to be in perfect health - fix my damn intestines, give me 20/20 vision, and get rid of any incipient cancers or other health problems._ I had decided to get in the habit of addressing Aide mentally -- people would think me very strange if I went around talking to myself all the time. My vision was blurry, so I took off the now-unnecessary glasses and looked at the mirror once more -- I looked much better. I was still recognizable, but anyone who knew me would wonder about the drastic changes. I would worry about that later. Tonight, the only person who would see me was Irinna, who already knew of my power. I hesitated before leaving the bathroom, tempted by one more change. It was almost cliched, really -- so much so that you've probably already guessed what I was thinking of. The same thing almost every horny young male worries about. Yes, gentle readers, I was worried about my dick size. Sad, isn't it? To be sure, I really was rather small down there, or at least less than average. About four and a half inches long, and rather skinny. I knew Irinna wouldn't care -- all she cared about was my pleasure, not hers. On the other hand, she wouldn't know I had changed anything, either, since she hadn't seen me naked. In fact, the only people who had seen me naked since puberty were doctors and nurses -- I was always very personally modest, avoiding locker room showers in high school, and locking the bathroom door when I was still living with my family. _Aide, double the size of my penis in all dimensions._ This gave me a weapon worthy of a porn star. _Also, give me control over my sexual function. I want to be able to maintain an erection for as long as I want, to control when I ejaculate, and to be able to orgasm as often as I want -- no refractory periods._ , Aide responded. I tested it for a minute, making my erection go up and down a few times. Satisfied, I had Aide conjure up a silk robe to replace my sweats, and left the bathroom. From geek to stud in five minutes. Ah, power. ====================================================== When I returned to the living room, Irinna was lounging seductively on the couch, still dressed in that famous slave costume. "Very nice, Master," she said approvingly. Of course, she probably would have said the same thing, and even meant it, if I'd changed myself into a hideous squid-like monster. Nevertheless, hearing the compliment pleased me. "Thank you, Irinna. Now, I'd like you to dance for me -- not a strip, just an erotic dance." I wanted to set the mood, a bit, and that costume was made for dancing, after all. I had Aide clear the room of extraneous furniture (coffee table, television, etc.) and took Irinna's place on the couch. She was very good. Part belly dancing, part pole dancing, part something else I had no name for, she worked back and forth across the room, teasing me with her charms. She bent low to display her gorgeous cleavage, strutted to display her legs, undulated to display her belly, twirled to display her ass. This last showed something even more interesting -- the costume was crotchless, at least this version of it. My cock stirred underneath the silk robe at the sight. She ended the dance by dropping to her knees in front of me, her face very nearly in my crotch. By this time I was rock-hard, and my newly-enlarged dick was poking out the front of my robe. Irinna looked at it, then up at me with a question in her eyes. I nodded her permission do continue with whatever she planned to do. She leaned forward and kissed the tip, causing it to jerk a bit, before settling back and beginning to lightly run her fingers up and down my legs. She began below the hem of my robe, her fingertips barely brushing my skin, tracing complex patterns on my thighs as she moved upward. She brushed the robe aside and continued tracing her fingers the insides of my legs, one hand on each thigh. Her delicate fingers caressing the sensitive flesh of my inner legs caused me to become even harder still, harder than I would have thought possible. At that moment, I was glad for the control I'd asked Aide for -- without it, I would undoubtedly have shot my first load already. Finally, Irinna's questing fingers reached my balls, lightly teasing my sack. As she began massaging my testicles, she leaned in to kiss the tip of my cock once more, then began licking up and down the shaft. A few minutes later, she rose up and took the head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around as she began to go down on me. It was the first blowjob of my life -- the first non-solo sexual experience of my life -- and I was in heaven. Most of what I knew about sex came from pornography, movies, magazines, and stories. Despite all the talk (particularly in stories) about deep-throating, I knew most women could not actually do it -- even porn stars rarely took more than three or four inches into their mouths, using their hands on the rest of the shaft. Irinna quickly proved she wasn't most women -- when the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat, she barely even paused. Soon, ten inches of throbbing man-meat (sorry, I just had to use that phrase) were buried deep in her tight, hot throat. Irinna didn't stop there -- her fingers caressing my balls, her tongue swirling around the base of my shaft, and her throat muscles massaging the rest of my prick all combined to provide the most exquisite sensation of my life -- far better than Miss Rosie Palm and her five daughters. As she began to bob her head up and down, fucking her face with my cock, Irinna looked up at me with pure love in her beautiful green eyes. As I had so many years ago with the model's pictures, I became lost in those eyes. The reality was a hundred times better than the many nights spent jacking off over those ancient catalogs, because the model was just doing a job, but this woman, *my* woman, was in love. Her love might be a creation of Aide, just like the rest of her, but it was still real for all that. Is a woman less real because she is created rather than born? In the days to come, I would look back on that moment and be reminded of _Blade Runner_ -- can an android love? When I saw Irinna gazing at me then, I knew that an "artificial" woman -- or an android -- *could* indeed love. Irinna was not just some fuck-toy I had created -- she was her own person, with her own thoughts, her own dreams and desires. Those desires were inextricably bound to me, to my pleasure, my happiness, but they were no less real simply because I had programmed her with them. We are all programmed, by our genetics and our upbringing, our parents, peers and heros, by every event that happens in our lives. This programming, the memories and beliefs and desires that guide our decisions, is our soul, our essence. It doesn't matter whether it evolves over a lifetime, or is created in an instant, whether it's etched in carbon or silicon or pure energy states, it is what defines each of us as an individual person. It was in that moment, when I understood Irinna's reality, and that her love was as real as her soul, that I began falling in love with *her.* I was her master, her lord, in some ways her father (how delightfully incestuous!) She was my mistress, my lady, my daughter -- how could I *not* love her? None of these thoughts were coherent then, of course. All I knew then was that she loved me, and it was real, and that I loved *her,* and *it* was real. Lost in these emotions, in her eyes, in her love, I let go of myself, and of my self-control, and came. She felt it first through her fingers, feeling my balls draw up within their sack, and pulled back on my cock, leaving only the tip in her mouth. I felt liquid fire running through my body, erupting out the end of my cock like volcanic lava, only to be engulfed by her even warmer mouth. She swallowed as I came again, and again, and again. And as I came down from my orgasm and my eyes made contact with hers once again, I saw her shudder -- she had come simply from making me come. "Thank you, Master." "Thank *you,* Irinna, my love." ===================================================== (C) Shadow Wolf 2002 This story is also available at StoriesOnline.net ===== -- Shadow Wolf shadowolf3400@yahoo.com Author of "Omnipotence" at StoriesOnline.net __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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