Bang bang bang! “Open up, This is a te night security check! We are here to search your dorm room!”

  The insistent knocking continued. The authoritative voice demanded to be answered. Even Chloe, who slept like the dead, was rousing from her deep sleep.

  Zoey was panicking.

  “Oh Gods, wake up Linhart! I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

  Linhart’s eyes focused on her again. A light of understanding appeared. He had been like a pleasure doll for a minute there, seeming to have left his body.

  “Thank the Twelve, you’re back Linhart! I am so sorry, I promised that I wouldn’t do anything bad, but then I went ahead and raped you.” Tears were flowing from her eyes, but she kept kissing him over and over on his lips. She was still sitting on his p with his dick two inches inside of her, holding him close and apologizing for every bit of it.

  Linhart felt a touch of humour float across the darkness, as he admired what an adorable idiot he had. She apologized for raping him, while his dick was still inside her.

  Now, she stood up, reluctantly but quickly. Her tight hole, quivering and dripping wet, was an inch from his nose, and he could smell the sharp aroma of her tiny womanhood. She grabbed his arm, pulled him to his feet, and was dragging him into the shower room.

  As she was passing Chloe’s bed, she yelled, “Chloe, get the door, I’m in the shower!” Then she pushed him forward and crowded in after him. The water engaged and they were both standing under a warm rain in the pitch-bck darkness, their bodies pressed up against each other. Zoey pulled the curtain shut just in time, as they saw the half-asleep figure of Chloe rise out of bed and unlock the door.

  Linhart stood listening, not caring if he got caught or not. What was the point of hiding? But Zoey reached up and covered his mouth firmly with her hand.

  “Shh… Please don’t cry. I’m not going to hurt you again, okay? We have to hide from the security guards, or they will punish me. You don’t want me to go to prison, do you?”

  The look of shock on her face made him pause. His life was falling apart, but he still had power over this cute little girl. That was something special. He stood at the bottom in the world of Fighters, but he still had the power to make this pretty girl beg. That was something.

  She still had his mouth covered, so he couldn’t respond, but he shook his head no and she smiled in relief. They stood under the falling water, his hands reached out to caress her soft curves. Zoey was afraid for her reputation and her freedom. Linhart was facing an existential dilemma. Linhart hugged her to him like a comforting anchor, keeping his sanity from drifting away, while they both listened to Chloe talking to security.

  It sounded like two guards had entered the room. They were speaking pointedly, asking questions.

  “Why is this window open? Have you seen any boys tonight?”

  Chloe sounded half-asleep, but was as snappy as ever. “Boys in this room? Yeah, I’ve got three of them tied up under my bed,” she quipped. One of the security guards ughed heartily at that one.

  “No, seriously. There’s a boy that the Stratega is looking for. He’s supposedly hiding out, somewhere in the dorm.”

  Linhart stiffened. The dark hopelessness was leaving him, being repced by fear and anger. Even here in the dorm, he wasn’t safe from Xenia. He had just fled her cage and here she was already trying to reel him back in.

  “Must be nice to have the power to call for boys at any hour of the night,” Chloe yawned, “I haven’t seen any boy.”

  “Watch your tone,” one security guard warned.

  “Who’s showering at this hour?” The other guard pulled the curtain back, her eyes peering into the darkness. Linhart recognized her in an instant. Jet bck hair, pale white skin, made up to look like a doll.

  It was Ami.

  Seeing her, Linhart was shocked back to the real world. Here was another girl he had fucked, just coincidentally coming to the room that he was hiding out in. How was that possible? There were nearly 500 Fighters living in Fighter Hall. How is it that he kept running into the same girls again and again? At this point, Linhart thought it was the gods guiding the events in his life. He felt so blessed, but at the same time, he was so very small and mortal.

  He fell to his knees and started to pray to any and all gods that would listen to him. Were they sending him a sign? Was he brought to this world to aid in some higher purpose? Maybe there’s a reason that his Fighter Score had been drained from him. A reason that only the gods could understand? Afterall, his score may be in the dumps, but he’d had more sex in the past week than he could wish for in his entire lifetime.

  He surrendered entirely, ready to let Ami haul him back to Xenia. If he was destined to have his essence drained, then who was he to deny the gods.

  But Zoey had other pns in mind. Dripping wet, completely naked, she charged forward, nearly knocking Ami off her feet. She still had the dildo in her hands, and she thrust it forward like it was a weapon. Linhart watched as Ami stepped back cautiously, completely missing the fact that the boy she was looking for was kneeling in the darkness, just five feet from her present location.

  “I was just about finished actually.” Zoey ughed awkwardly. Ami observed this wet naked girl waving a dildo at her, like she would a lunatic. She made another attempt to look back into the dark shower room, but Zoey was ready with a sexy distraction. Pushing the dildo up and down on her clit, Zoey stepped towards Ami, gasping erotically, with a smile on her face. “I was aaaalmost finished… Haaaghn… I can’t sleep without a nice rexing shower first.”

  “Ewww…” Both security guards stepped back and retreated to the door.

  “You twin pipsqueaks are weird. You better not do these things outside this room.” Ami sounded disgusted. “And you’re not supposed to shower after curfew, so find a better way to rex.” They retreated out the door.

  The guards were gone, already rapping on the next door down when Zoey smmed the door closed behind them. Chloe, still half-asleep, looked amused.

  “I'm proud of you, sis. You showed them what a virgin perv you really are. That's the most honest I've seen you be, ever.” She flopped back down on the bed. “Turn off the water before you go to bed.”

  Linhart was still kneeling on the floor of the shower, a few minutes ter when the silhouette of Zoey darkened the doorway again. Chloe had faded off to sleep, but Zoey was horny as ever. He could see that her adrenaline was pumping from the close encounter with the security guards, and her close-call at going to jail. Linhart's heart was pumping as well. The gods had given them both a reprieve. He was not getting hauled back to Xenia's ir, and she was not being thrown in prison for rape.

  “The security are looking for a boy…” she spoke softly to him, “It's you the Stratega is looking for, isn't it?”

  “Yes, it is.”

  “...And are you afraid of getting caught by her?”

  “A little bit.” he answered hollowly.

  “Then, you should know that I saved you just now... I will keep you safe. You can trust me.”

  “Thank you, Zoey.” he responded, trying to sound genuine, “You are my white knight.”

  He could see his words working their magic, granting her confidence. She stood up straighter, hands on her hips. It was the perfect pose to compliment her perky little tits, curvy hips, and well-formed thighs. She finally asked the question he was sure she wanted to ask, “Linhart, since I saved you, would you have sex with me?”

  He paused and thought about her question. Ordinarily, he would not hesitate to jump on a girl like Zoey. In many ways, she was perfect. Cute, obedient, and willing to risk everything for him. He wanted nothing more than to bed her, to add her to his collection. But first, he had to think about Xenia, and Octavia, and how he was to survive in the coming days.

  And what if it was true. That he was on a mission for a higher power now? What if the gods had sent him to this world for a mission?

  "Am I supposed to kill the wizards? To fix the time slip? Is that my destiny?..." he whispered under the sound of the shower, he knew that Zoey couldn't hear him, but hoped that the gods would. No answer came though. How do gods usually talk to their followers?

  "Can I keep fucking girls and having as much fun as I want? Send me a sign if I should stop having sex." But no sign came to guide him. This wasn't working.

  Zoey, the small, lusty shadow was waiting for his answer, shifting restlessly on her toes, like a dog waiting for a command from her master.

  Linhart spoke to her, gently and with kindness. “I need some time by myself right now. Can you wait for me in bed?”

  “Of course,” she croaked emotionally, “I’ll give you as much time as you need.”

  She closed the curtain, and Linhart went to work. He may not have a clear mission from the gods, but he did have a good idea of how he could fix his problems with Xenia and Octavia. The noise of the water echoed in his ears, as he started through his ID bracer, checking the system menu, item by item.

  The first feature: Broadcast Type, he found the following options:

  > Sending ( ON / OFF )

  > Receiving ( ON / OFF )

  > Broadcast Radius ( 1000 ft. / 200 ft. / 20 ft.)

  It seemed that this menu not only allowed him to turn the communications between Xenia, Octavia, and himself, but it allowed him to control the distance that his emotions were sent out and could be detected by his two bonded women.

  Pying around with the ON / OFF switches, he noticed that he could completely shut out their feelings and needs any time he wanted. He also noticed that he felt a certain rush of energy when he turned them off or adjusted the signals to a lower distance. It seemed the signals had been set to longest distance and maximum energy required by default.

  Linhart considered for a moment. He didn’t think it would be a good idea to turn the signals off completely. Xenia would definitely not like him shutting her out of his mind, but it shouldn’t matter if he turns down the distance over which their bond can communicate.

  He ended up keeping both signals on, but setting the distance to a 20 foot radius.

  The second feature: Access Target, he was already familiar with. This was the menu through which he’d selected and bonded with Octavia.

  Opening the menu again, he looked at the list of names. There were still 13 names on the list, but now there were two that glowed brightly, his two bonded Stratega, and the rest were grayer and duller in color.

  He wondered if he was able to bond anyone on the list. On a whim, he dialed through the list until he reached Quan. He selected Quan.

  Do you wish to access Quan Ashfell as your bond? (Yes / No)

  His finger hung over the ‘Yes’ access key for a moment, then his curiosity swelled and he jammed the button. A message filled the screen, surprising him.

  You have granted Quan Ashfell access to your bond.

  Waiting for Quan Ashfell to reciprocate the bond.

  It appears that both members have to agree to the retionship for a bond to be formed. That is good to know, so he can’t be bonded to any more users without his consent. But if that’s true, how did Xenia bond him without asking first?

  Linhart made a mental note, that is something for him to ask Octavia when he meets her next. He moved on to the next feature now: Emotional Filter.

  Under this feature, he found the names of three people: Stratega Xenia, Stratega Octavia, and Quan Ashfell. Two of these he was bonded with and the third, Quan, he had accepted but was not yet bonded to. When he dialed to Xenia’s name and selected it, several choices appeared:

  > Fear (Detect / Ignore)

  > Desire (Detect / Ignore)

  > Anger (Detect / Ignore)

  > Joy (Detect / Ignore)

  > Sorrow (Detect / Ignore)

  Oh! This menu may be very useful. At the moment, all emotions seemed to be set to detect, but Linhart imagined several scenarios where he’d like to turn off detection on one, or all-but-one, of these types. Knowing precisely how much anger Xenia is feeling could save his life one day.

  Since he had already turned him broadcast range down to short-range only, he couldn’t really test the emotion filter at this time. He left those settings as they were, all set to detect, and moved on to the fourth feature: Retionship Lock.

  Again, the options given in this submenu were the names of people he was bonded to: Stratega Xenia, Stratega Octavia, and Quan Ashfell. This time he dialed to Octavia’s name and selected it. Several options appeared:

  > Mutual Bond (30 days remaining)

  > Master / Sve

  > Rival Link

  > Duration

  This menu sent a thrill up Linhart’s back. He stayed there for a minute, examining the screen word by word and wondering what the implications of these features were. Why did it say he had 30 days left, next to Mutual Bond? He dailled to the most innocent sounding of the options, Duration. When he selected it, he found the following options avaible:

  > Forever

  > 1 Year

  > 1 Month

  > 1 Day

  Without thinking much about it, Linhart dialed down to 1 month and selected it, just to see what would happen. A message appeared.

  Do you wish to add 1 month to your Mutual Bond with Stratega Octavia? (Yes / No)

  Hmm… this is surprising. It looks like the bond that was made between himself and Octavia has an expiration. Did she set that duration herself, or was set to 30 days by default?

  He selected No and dialed up to the Master / Sve option in the feature. The following options appeared on his screen:

  > Set Stratega Octavia as your Master. (Yes / No)

  > Set Stratega Octavia as your Sve. (Yes / No)

  > Activate Master / Sve Channel for this Retionship (Yes / No)

  This menu represented more power than he had ever thought the ID bracer was capable of. Perhaps he could use these to recover all his lost Score and more! Linhart’s heart was soaring. He couldn’t help but test it out.

  He turned his dial to Set Stratega Octavia as your Sve and after a moment of hesitation, he selected Yes.

  He felt a sudden weariness enter his body, and he was sure that his ID bracer was using a great deal of his energy to process the Sve setting. There was a message on the screen now saying, Waiting for response… Uh oh, that didn’t sound good.

  Linhart waited, his heart thumping heavily, the water beating a steady rhythm on his head and shoulders. Minutes passed, then the message disappeared and was repced by another that read, Stratega Octavia has rejected the proposed retionship.

  A few seconds ter, the screen fshed again, and a message appeared:

  Stratega Octavia has set Linhart Aetherion as her sve for 1 year. Do you accept? (Yes / No)