Bitter UNIONS

by Team04Phantom

First installment of the Danny's Story series. He knew the minute his dad suggested to spend Thanksgiving week in Wisconsin that there'd be trouble but he never imagined what actually happened. Struggling to separate fantasy from reality, Danny's world comes crashing around him when he agrees to one week with Vlad. His life will never be the same. Rated for graphic rape.

2. Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom though I wished I did.

AN: Sorry I didn't get this up last night. For some reason (don't ask me why), FF dot net wouldn't load on my desktop but works fine on my laptop. :-/

This chapter contains graphic rape scenes, explicit sex scenes and male sex. If this disturbs you, please do not read.

Chapter Two: That Which Can't Be Returned

Vlad slid the one hand through the zipper, parting the denim with a pop of the button. I tried to push my way out of his trap but nothing seemed to work. Vlad leaned in, entrapping me more as he continued the kiss. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I gasped, crying harder as I felt the intrusion. I didn't want this. I don't want this. Please, God, just stop.

I stopped focusing on stopping the kiss and tried to find a way to escape him. If I could get airborne, then there wasn't a chance in hades that he could catch me. I put my hands against his chest and tried to pry him away from me. Vlad simply retuned my hands to the bed, dropping them unnoticed. I tried kicking my legs but Vlad wasn't around my legs, instead leaning in sideways.

That gave me an idea, and I arched my back, extending my pelvis out. Instantly I felt it. Vlad's penis was vibrating, pounding away with enthusiasm. It occurred to me that Vlad was going to use that thing on me. Before the night was through, he'd stick that in my backend.

I wanted to forget his pounding cock but before I could lower my pelvis back to the bed, Vlad slipped a hand behind my back and swung himself on top of me. I struggled harder, not wanting to feel his cock that close. I tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but Vlad just kept returning my hands to the bed and resume doing what he was doing. He wasn't even taking my struggles seriously. I was just a fly to him and he was swatting me when I got too close.

Finally, I felt Vlad drop his hand from my back, allowing my pelvis to retreat from Vlad's screaming cock. I instantly tried to clamber away like I had that night but Vlad grabbed my waist and in one fluid movement I was on my stomach. I screamed out, terrified, begging him not to do this. I tried to crawl away, the tears streaming down my face when everything in my body went numb.

An immense cold feeling erupted from the middle of my back and grew all over my body. The change in temperature instantly made me stop my screaming, crying and begging. The cold was exactly like when you've put ice on your skin for too long… or put something incredibly cold on your skin. I felt my heart lurch in my throat, fearful of what this piece of information told me.

Vlad's freezing hands came to rest around my pelvic area and he thrust me into a kneeling position. I began to hyperventilate, knowing what comes next. I begged him again, the tears beginning to flow again. I felt Vlad's lips brush against my ear for the second time. "You were spoiled last time, child," he said, his voice turning dead serious: "no more!"

The white-hot feeling from more than two weeks ago returned and then the pain began. I could feel his pulsing penis vibrating in me. I was extremely nauseas, dry heaving along with my tears. I just couldn't vomit… I was crying just too hard. Vlad thrust towards me with inhuman capabilities. I couldn't see him but I'd bet he was a ghost.

An eruption occurred deep within me and I let out a strangled scream. I felt this hot, sticky liquid run down my legs. Vlad had come to a rest but the burning continued. I screamed out, unable to hold the pain in any longer. I could feel Vlad's waist behind me, his legs pressed all the way against mine. He has just now fully entered me.

I screamed and cried until I felt the pain lessen. It didn't go away, not even really enough for me to stop screaming, but it was becoming constant enough for me to adjust to it. The hot, sticky liquid continued to pour down my legs, my blood loss amounting. I still felt the disgusting unease in the pit of my stomach but my tears still prevented me from vomiting. I could manage to just lie there, crying as hard as I was when this began but I managed to silence the screams and the begging.

As soon as I had gone a few moments without screaming, Vlad's hands tightened around my thighs. It's becoming constant: he balls his fist, he starts the torture. I felt the bile rise in my throat and I could hear the first plea escape my throat. Vlad ignored me, beginning to thrust me backwards and forwards. However, something was off about this time around.

Vlad was still keeping his hands balled up and he would still thrust with the same energy but the thrusts themselves were slower. It might have been slow, but it was still painful. That part of the equation never varied.

As Vlad began to thrust, a scream tore out my throat. As he became more active in his thrusts, more screams tore out of my throat. Then he reached the point he wanted to reach and another scream tore out my throat… then another, then another and then another. There was no rhyme or reason to my screams. They would just form in my throat and then exited it without any consent to do so. I swear it wasn't this painful last time! I've never screamed, or cried, or begged this much in my life.

"Are you enjoying yourself," the monster asked me, with a calm and low level voice.

"Shut up," I tried a come-back after my last scream only to scream louder after my attempt.

"Because I think you're ready to graduate," Vlad remarked as if I'd never spoken.

I can't speak. If I speak, the pain increases tenfold but if I don't keep my mind active, I feel myself slipping away. I don't understand what he means by graduate. If he means he's going to progress me to another level he wants me at, then I'm fearful because I haven't even lowered the pain I'm constantly in now and he thinks I'm ready for step two?

"Step five, actually," Vlad spoke for no apparent reason.

"S-s," I tried to speak but I couldn't get the words out. I screamed, begging him to stop. When I begged, it came out without any planning but when I spoke, I couldn't put my words in the right order. "Please, just stop."

Try thinking your responses instead of speaking them.

The thought rocked me, causing me to be unable to understand anything. Forgetting that speaking only makes the pain worse, I tried to speak again, "T-t. Please, oh, God. Just make it stop!"

You're making this harder on yourself, another random thought came through to me. It was in my voice… it was my thoughts. It doesn't make sense now because you're too new at it, Daniel.

Another shot of pain raced through me as I tried to figure this out. Why would I… I never call myself Daniel. That name is only used to alert me that I need to stop what I'm doing immediately, hit my knees, and beg for mercy. What is going on?

It's your voice but it is my thoughts. You're too damn young—with age and experience comes other voices. Now your voice is the only one you can create, it said again.

Vlad, is that you, I ask myself. That's it, I'm crazy.

You are not crazy, my own voice replies. This must be the first time you've communicated telepathically.

I could feel the pain beginning to lessen again, making it something I could bear. It never left, it just floated to the back of my mind like an unpopular student.

"It never will," Vlad replied. I strain to hear him, a short scream escaping twice but then it levels back to unbearable and I continue to cry uncontrollably.

I hear my own voice laughing a cruel laugh. Leveling out to unbearable! What was it before, he said, laughing some more.

I did not want to tell him. I did not want to give him the satisfaction but I couldn't help it. Unbearable, never ending, wishing I was dead; excruciating pain was what I'm in when I lose control. Damn!

Don't fight it, he said as me. You can't stop yourself from thinking. If I say one word, you'll think of something. It's natural, Daniel.

Don't call me that in my own head. I'd never call myself Daniel, I returned vehemently.

Too bad, I replied. You shouldn't be hearing your own voice. For you to be in this deep, you should have the basic understanding of mental links.

What are mental links, I asked. I wanted something to take my mind off the pain. Thinking about other things seems to help but just being me was pretty hard to do.

If you haven't noticed, the voice that was my voice but wasn't me said, I'm busy doing someone right now.

Please, Vlad, I begged him. If you're not going to stop, will you at least help me?

I have other concerns right now. Brace yourself, my dear sweet Daniel, because we have eight more steps to do and I have some ground rules to cover.

I felt my mind ice over as I absorbed his words. Eight more steps. He laughed a cruel laugh, it echoing in my mind as my own voice. I don't even understand from when he said five steps.

Well, I couldn't very well put you in your first rodeo and expect you to win the gold now can I? He was using my voice. The first step is usually all I do when I rape someone. It's enough to break anyone and I can get what I need. If it's human, I use my mental connection to numb ninety percent of his or her body. However, you handled like a pro.

When I discovered you were Jack's boy, I instantly regretted raping you. However, after your blunt refusal of my offer I decided you needed some more time. So I called your parents and arranged this little time for ourselves. You will have to work to earn these kinds of privileges later on. Disobey or become unruly and all privileges will be suspended.

It was weird to hear my voice talk like this. I, or at least my voice, had said I rape people. I felt sick to my stomach.

Don't throw up! I began to dry heave as before, having no ability to produce anything. I was just crying too hard, or too exhausted as is the case now, to do anything.

After a moment to compose myself, I got up the nerve to ask. What were the steps, Vlad?

Well, my voice began, like I said I done what I normally do on our first time. Then, after I discovered your lineage, I treated it as step one. Because you're half human, sex that night would have been painful but the least of steps of sex. If you had been a full ghost like I thought, it would have been like regular rape. Not the way you felt it.

What makes the two types of rape different, I asked Vlad. I wanted to keep him talking. I couldn't stop myself.

Oh, do you. Well, I might not have stopped making love to you, but I have involuntarily allowed you to win. You haven't started step five yet. Anyway, ghosts' penises, vaginas and anuses are all genetically bigger. Why, I'm not sure. It's suspected that's the way because ghosts can take more pain. One could argue that we are still paying for Eve's disobedience.

Eve? You mean Adam and Eve? The Bible, I asked surprised.

Yes, Vlad replied. Childbirth is supposedly meant to be painful to women because of Eve's deliberate disobedience of God's will. She ate the fruit.

I know that, I snapped. I didn't mean to, but the pain was too great.

You do know I can tell you are lying, right, my voice replied. You can choose false words or thoughts but feelings are a separate matter altogether.

Feelings, I asked intrigued.

Has Maddie ever told you that lying is a sin and people who lie go to hell, Vlad remarked darkly.

Already there, I retorted, unable to control myself anymore. He was pissing me off.

Oh, far from it my pet. Like I said, you still have eight more levels to pass before you get your diploma. And you want to know the best part. You'll be passed in a little over twenty-four hours. How'd you like to graduate High School in thirty-two hours, Daniel?

I'd imagine it's hard, I replied.

Vlad grabbed my waist, pulling me to my knees. He wobbled with me to the edge of the bed until he was standing still. I felt an immense feeling of high anticipation and excitement come over me, making me anxious. That's my feelings just so you know and you have no idea how right you are. He thrust me back on his pounding hard cock, and then repeated it like a frantic erasing with an eraser. He kept it at that fast pace, my pain intensifying. "It is hard," he whispered.

I think I finally figured out steps four and five. The last series of thrusts were easy—like sandpapering—nice and slow. But these here are quicker, like a pro polishing a shoe. He's breaking me in. Slow to fast.

You're on the right path but I'm more generous than you give me credit for. Four, Five and Six steps are slow to fast. I can go faster, my voice replied.

I still don't know steps two and three, I reply.

Don't you, my voice asks? Didn't I insert my penis in two installments? You had to have a moment to pace yourself… well, you got one anyway.

What do you want me to do? Thank you, I asked bitterly. Thank you for raping me gently, I said, obviously mocking.

When you learn how fast I can go, you will mean it when you say it.

Yeah, I'll keep that in mind, I said. My heart pounded, my ear drums were thundering, my throat was sore from screaming, my eyes were puffy from crying and frankly, I hurt. I didn't want to think about what the man who was responsible for this was doing for me.

I didn't do this to you. You did this to yourself, Daniel. You had this coming when you denied and defied me.

Then just call me Deny and Defy Daniel because I will never renounce my father and I will never join you, you crazed up Froot Loop.

Just as tenacious as always, Little Badger. I do love them feisty, my voice replied. Oh how I hoped to be able to hear other voices soon and not just my own. As it is, I want to wash my mouth out with soap.

Speaking of mouths, Daniel, how did you like our first kiss, Vlad asked me, my voice still disguising his own.

Like a root canal, I replied. I enjoy drinking toilet water better.

Oh, how unpleasant. I guess we'll have to have a take two after Step Six, won't we Daniel?

It won't change much. I'd still rather gargle thumb tacks.

Oh, then we must try and try again, my sweet. You'll have to get use to kissing me. It'll be a constant requirement.

This keeps getting better and better, I said sarcastically. Spending time with you, you raping me, kissing you! What's next, giving you a blow job?

My stomach lurched as he softly chuckled, Actually, yes. That will be required as well. And, Daniel, you will be required to swallow.

No, no, no, please God, tell me you're playing games with me. I was just kidding, I rattled off. My chest pounded quickly.

I'll tell you what I will require of you when we're together. And I will never kid.

What makes you think I'll behave? What makes you think I won't ignore you?

Oh, don't worry about that. You are not strong enough to defy me now and by the time you may actually be, defiance won't cross your mind. Now we have thirty hours and thirty minutes to get everything intact. Time will fly.

Thirty hours? I thought you said we had thirty-two hours. Are you telling me I've only been here two hours? I waited for a response. All I got was bruised thighs. As things began to become quiet, my mind actually returned to the pain.

Vlad? Please answer me. I liked it better when you were talking to me. God, please, say something. My legs feel like they're on fire. They burn so bad. Please, Vlad, say something. I'm sorry if I said anything to upset you. Vlad please, it hurts.

Nothing but silence greets me. He's there but he's not. I can feel him pounding in my ass but he won't talk to me.

I try to take my mind off of my situation. When I first got here, I hadn't had time to look around the room. There are absolutely no windows in this room. I try to glance around to find a clock but I see none. There is no TV, radio, computer, or phone in this room as I can tell.

"Stop fidgeting," I hear Vlad demand.

"W-wh – Ah! Why should I," I said. It took several seconds to get out a sentence less than a second long. When I finished speaking, Vlad grabbed my hips and pulled to himself as hard as he could. I screamed out in agony as the raw and exposed skin was rubbed. However, Vlad didn't stop there. Once my skin had made contact with his skin, Vlad grabbed my thighs and pushed them away from him. It wasn't anything unusual until he went further than he's gone so far. Then, Vlad's penis ripped out of me in the fastest speed he's ever done and within a millisecond Vlad had me pulling roughly back towards him. Before I could prepare myself for what I'd feared, Vlad had plunged deep into my anus.

I let out a scream, a strangled cry, a few cuss words out of my character and cried uncontrollably. I couldn't catch my breath it hurt so much. Vlad didn't stop though. He returned to his former pattern.

"Do not be disrespectful to me, bitch. That was your final warning. I won't be nice next time!"

I couldn't speak. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't do anything except focus on the pain I felt right now. I wouldn't classify what he done as nice but I also didn't want to see what he considered fair punishment. My heart raced and my head pounded but I laid still. I wouldn't anger him again. I couldn't take another one of those.

The longer I lay there, the more accustomed I became of the pain. My eyes started to droop and the tears helped ease me into that state. Before I knew it, I was blacking out.

XXX

I looked around the room I had found myself in. I knew I was dreaming because in the distance I could still feel Vlad raping me. The room was nearly pitch black, even my ghost eyes seeing everything in very little detail. The light that shone in the small room was filtered through so many curtains that the human eye couldn't see the light. The cell was completely filthy, human waste and decomposed food littering the floors. I dared not to step for fear of what I'd might be stepping in.

I continued to look around the room, hoping to find the occupant of this rat hole. Finally, in the far corner, directly in line with the door, a young man came in my view. He had his knees pulled up, hugging them close to his mid-section. He was dressed in something that looked like nothing more than a burlap sack turned into a one-piece. Heavy shackles that had a faint green glow around them, the cuffs connected to an equally heavy log chain attached to the wall.

The only clean spot on the boy was his tear-streaked face and even it had been dirtied by the boy's attempts to rub them from his eyes. His hair was tangled and dirty, weighed down heavily from the oils and debris. A loud clank brought my attention to the door directly across from the boy. The light filtered in, shinning heavily on the young man. He cowered from the light like a rodent would do, trying to put as much distance between the light and himself.

A shadow formed in the light and I shielded my eyes from the blinding contrast. The boy cowered from the shadow, his movements an attempt to escape the shadow's path. However, the position of the door and the boy's chains made the attempt futile. The shadow stepped forward, revealing a man the exact opposite of the boy. The man was healthy, clean and free.

"You could escape this torture, Daniel. You know what to do," the man in shadow replied.

Daniel… does that mean?

"I'd rather die a free man in this world than live a slave in your world. Here, you cannot hurt me. Here, I win," the boy said, raising his head up to gaze at the man.

The man slammed the door shut, "Very well." The last flicker of light was cast out of the boy's world, probably the last he'd ever see. "So. Be. It."

I closed my eyes, hiding from what the man was going to do to the boy. How could I say that? I'm not free. It was happening in my world; I could still feel the pain even though I was unconscious. Vlad has cut me off from the world, forcing me to endure this kind of living. I'd rather be dead.

Soon, the screams of my dream-self filled the small room that mirrored the ones I screamed in my world. I tried to block them out but it was impossible. What is the purpose of this dream? That there's no hope. That I will forever be forced to endure this? That can't happen. It must end eventually.

The sounds died away, silence leading the way. I was fearful to open my eyes. Did Vlad kill me? Am I finally dead, free of this torture? Fearfully, I opened my eyes and took in a new sight. The skyline I have come to know so well filled my sight, the setting sun providing the beautiful picturesque sight. I'm home.

How did I get here, though? I was just floating in the air, my messy black hair hanging in my face. I checked my arms to double-check and I was in human form and I was dressed. Not sure how I got here but unconcerned about it, I race towards home. As I fly into the heart of town, a terrifying sound causes me to grind to a halt. A loud explosion followed by pained screams filled my ears. I listened carefully to my surroundings, trying to determine where I'm hearing the chaos.

Finally determining the source of the sound, I fly in that direction. I've sworn to always protect this town and I will never fail it, not matter what I've been through. Black smoke fills the horizon as blast after blast rains from the heavens. I prepare to defend those that I love, taking in the sight of the perpetrator. My heart comes to a standstill.

"It's not real," I say, defeated as I take in the sight. "It's not real," I say again, this time with determination. "I would never. I could never!" Vlad and I floated in the sky, Vlad in ghost and I in human form, but Vlad isn't doing a thing. I am. Blast after blast that destroy property, homes and lives come from the very hands that have sworn to protect it.

"Danny," two horrified voices cry up.

"What are you doing," Sam cries out. My Sam. I'm hurting her.

"About time you showed up," Dream Danny spats out. "But it's too late."

"Please, stop this," Sam cries. "You're better than this!"

"I'm doing what I have to," I spat back.

"Danny, you're under some kind of spell. It's your friends, Tucker and Sam," Tucker tried to reach me but I was too-far gone.

"Some friends you turned out to be," I turned to them, venom dripping in my response. "You left me, to go through that—alone," I screamed.

"We didn't know," Sam screamed up.

"Well you've left me no choice," I replied, sending another blast that probably killed hundreds. "It's your fault so deal with it!"

No, this would never happen! I would never blame Sam and Tucker! How could they possibly be to blame! How could I put that on their shoulders? If I couldn't stop Vlad, how could I expect them to?

"Daniel," Vlad replied, smirking at the conversation going on.

"Yes, father," I looked at up him, ready to do as he asks.

"Why don't you kill them now? They're worthless this way. Destroy them and put them out of their misery," Vlad said.

No! Sam, Tucker, run!

"Father, may I keep the girl? I could find a use for her," I remarked, my face devoid of emotions.

Vlad's however turned up as he took in Sam's appearance, "I suppose. You will need someone after all, won't you?"

"Thank you, Father," Dream-Danny replied, turning up a smile that mirrored Vlad's. My stomach twisted in knots. This can't be happening! I have to snap out of it. I couldn't kill Tucker and rape Sam. I couldn't!

Tucker stepped forward, standing protectively in front of Sam. Normally, I would be proud of him but in this case, I just want him to run. They have no idea how powerful I am and none of us know how evil he has become. I can only gage by Vlad's readings.

"Danny, snap out of it. We're your friends, remember," Tucker tried to reason.

"Tucker, no," Sam objected at the same time. "Get out of here! Run!"

Both of you run, I screamed at the top of my lungs but no one so much as looked at me. I'm just a spectator. I can't do anything.

"Friendship terminated," I remarked, a bright green light exiting my hand. It rocketed towards Tucker before anyone could react, plunging a hole through his chest. Tucker's eyes dimmed as the life slipped from those unique green eyes.

I screamed and sobbed, unable to tell my mind Tucker was okay back at home. Sam collapsed beside Tucker's lifeless body, her eyes pooling with tears.

"How could you," Sam seethed through her tears, "he was our friend!"

I closed my eyes, unable to see anymore. I began to chant a phrase repeatedly even as Sam swore vengeance. Just stop it. Just stop it. Just stop it.

"I didn't know you were in such a hurry."

I kept my eyes clenched closed, Just stop it.

"If you're ready, baby, so am I."

Just stop it.

Even through Sam's strangled, surprised scream and the ripping of fabric from her flesh, I continued my mantra. Next, Sam screamed out in pure agony. Just stop it. Just stop it! Just stop it, I screamed out, crashing to my knees as I heard Sam scream in ways that was eerily similar to mine. Even through my closed eyes, I could still see me raping her. Just stop it!

Another scream entered my ears, Sam's falling away. I opened my eyes immediately, taking in the new room. Now I was home, in my own living room once again. Vlad still stood in ghost form while I stayed in human form, holding Sam's arm possessively. Her clothes were in tatters and a thin line of mascara ran down her cheeks.

"What's going on," I heard my mother declare, snapping me back to the reason I opened my eyes in the first place.

Lying on the ground was Jazz's lifeless body. I snapped my head towards Dream Danny as I recalled something and his hand still smoked. No.

"Jazz," Mom declared, her voice breaking as she took in the lifeless body of her daughter.

"Don't worry about her, Maddie," Vlad spoke with a sly grin, "She's in a better place."

"The Wisconsin Ghost," Mom declared, angrier than I've ever seen her. "You done this to my daughter."

"Actually, that was me," Dream-Danny spoke up. "She always was a pain in my side" Not enough to kill her, I screamed as Dream Danny gave Mom an evil smile. "Hi, Mom," he said, sarcastically.

"Danny," Mom asked, confusion in her voice. "Danny," she declared again, looking about to dive into his arms but hesitated. "Sam, honey. What happened? And what are you two doing with him?"

"He took care of me," Dream-Danny replied, "when no one else would. When you couldn't be pulled away from your neat little lives, he stayed for me. I'm his son now!"

"Sweetheart, we've never stopped looking for you," my mother replied, looking him in the eyes. She stepped back, startled by the evil in the orbs. "You," Mom seethed at Vlad, "You're the one who stole my son."

"I took what was rightfully mine," Vlad replied, smiling at Mom with anticipation. "And I'm about to do it again."

Please, God, run Mom! It's too late for Sam and Jazz but you can save yourself and Dad if you just get out of here!

"Jack," Mom cried as if the universe was out to destroy my world. It'd already killed two parts of it. Please, Mom, don't call Dad down here. "Jack, honey, hurry!"

Dad came out of the kitchen, his eyes falling instantly on Jazz. "Jazz, no! My Jazzypants!" He collapsed beside Jazz's body, holding his hands over her as if he didn't know what to do.

"You always did favor Jazz more than Daniel, didn't you," Vlad smirked. "Looks like he got his revenge."

"Jack, honey, you need to pull yourself together. Danny's not himself. The Wisconsin Ghost has hypnotized him or something but we need to save Sam!"

"Danny," Dad asked, looking at the two evil ghosts and the one scared girl. "Danny," Dad said, his eyes lighting up.

"It's not Danny," Mom said. "He killed Jazz and he's hurt Sam. We can get him back, but it's not Danny."

"Of course I'm myself," I retorted. "And Sam doesn't need rescuing. She's happy where she is, aren't you, sweetheart?"

Sam looked between my parents and Dream-Danny, fearfully. After less than a moment of silence, Dream Danny demanded angrily, "Aren't you?"

Sam nodded her head. Dream Danny smacked her across her pretty face causing Sam's body to jolt violently. After a loud scream from the force of the hit, Sam gently touched her face, crying harder: "Yes, sir," she barely said. Dream Danny smacked her again, a sickeningly snap being heard as he probably busted her jaw.

"Speak up, Bitch," he retorted, "Unless you want another one of those!"

"Yes, sir," Sam screamed louder.

"Better," Dream Danny deemed. I briefly closed my eyes, tears streaming down my face. The red mark on her face shone out angrily, proving how bad it really hurt.

"Let her go," Mom declared, angrily.

"She doesn't want to go," Dream-Danny replied, fake innocence in his expression. "Am I right?"

"Y-yes, sir. I want to stay with you," Sam stuttered out, her voice still weak. Dream Danny repeated the procedure on her untouched cheek, causing another red mark and another sickeningly crack as he smacked her a fourth time.

"Speak up and don't stutter," Dream Danny criticized again, causing Sam to scream in pain.

"Yes, sir," Sam screamed, her tears coming in full force. I felt my stomach doing summersaults at what I was doing to her.

Mom took a step forward, "I said let her go!"

Vlad grabbed Mom's arm as she came closer and I screamed out, the action almost as painful as what I'm experiencing in my world.

"Let go of me," Mom declared like she had when Vlad had really touched her. Only this time, I couldn't do a dang thing but watch.

"Unhand my wife, you ectoplasmic white trash scum," Dad declared stepping forward.

"Oh, Jack, you wouldn't say that to your old college pal, now would you," Vlad said as he triggered the rings and Vlad Masters stood in his wake, "Burning bridges and what not."

"Or what about your own former son," Dream-Danny remarked, doing the opposite of Vlad. The rings flashed over his body, the white color no longer a symbol of purity. My alter ego stood there but my eyes no longer held that sparkle. "As Father said, what not."

Mom and Dad's eyes widened, their expressions of horror.

"My son was never the man he was before you had him," Dad declared. "Him I don't blame."

Sam's eyes were wide as she knew she was about to witness another death. It was just like earlier with us three. A half ghost was about to kill an old friend and rape the other. She clenched her eyes shut, waiting for the worse to be over. I followed suit, unable to watch this any longer.

"It doesn't matter," Vlad spoke, "Cause you're going to be dead too."

I heard the energy whirl past and I gasped but I heard no others. It must have happened too fast for Mom to catch it and Sam must still have her eyes closed. However, Dad's painful scream echoed in my ears as I heard Mom's horrified scream and Sam's stifled scream and soft cry.

"Well, now that the trash has been taken care of, let's go home," Vlad commented but no one answered him. "We'll need to take care of the clothing, though, when we're home. What do you think, son?"

"I don't know. I want mine to be like an all-night diner, open 24/7 with all your favorites," I replied as Sam stifled another cry. "What do you say, baby?"

"Whatever you want," Sam cried, her voice loud enough to be heard.

"I'm impressed with your improvement. Let's go home, Father. My girl and I have a date!"

"Okay, son," Vlad remarked. "I taught you well."

"I can't wait for you to really experience it," Dream Danny replied as I started to repeat my mantra from earlier. Just stop it. Just stop it. "Let me tell you, it hurts like nothing you can imagine. You will pray for death, but I'll be there to make sure you never get it, just like Vlad done to me. You've wanted to be like me so, welcome to my life."

Just stop it. Just stop it. Just stop it.

Soon, both Sam and Mom were screaming their own never-ending torture screams in separate rooms. Just stop it. Just stop it. I listened to their screams, knowing there was nothing I could do. Just stop it. Just stop it. Their screams echoed in my head for several minutes.

Finally, the screaming died down. I wondered what dream world would await me now when I felt a burning sensation. I opened my eyes in an instant, screaming like Sam and Mom had been doing earlier. Just as Dream Danny had informed Sam, I prayed for death that wouldn't come.

Vlad was moving to the pace of a person reloading a water gun. The skin rubbed at each other. Hot, sticky blood rolled down all over my legs. Freshly spewed tears moistened the dried ones. Vlad moved so fast the bed shook like one of those machines that jarred pecans. I could hear the wood creaking, but just barely. My cries overshadowed all other things there.

"Oh. Oh, oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Finally. This is more like it," Vlad moaned. His cock was moving from four different sources: Vlad, me, the bed and the penis itself. Vlad thrust it inside my anus and pulled it out so fast the pain was unbelievable. The thrust was so powerful that before I could be pulled back to Vlad or pushed away, I was doing it myself. The bed shook, causing me to vibrate and lastly Vlad had a desire. It didn't take long before Vlad burst.

The sex itself was murderous on my mental, physical, psychological and developmental health but I was hidden before. The orgasm itself was unbelievably painful. When Vlad cum, a liquid acid poured into my anus. Vlad was ready for it because he held me in place. I squirmed and wiggled to get free. His grip, even though he was vulnerable, was stronger than ever. When getting free wasn't an option, I did what I've became great at: I screamed, cried, and begged.

It took Vlad less than two minutes to be ready to go again. I couldn't breathe, my legs hurt, my body ached, I was burning and I'm pretty sure I was bleeding to death but Vlad wasn't even out of breath and he wasn't winded anymore. Vlad pulled out of my ass, waited for me to heal and positioned me. I hadn't come out of my kneeling position yet but he raised my head and back to level out again. Vlad gripped my thighs and I braced myself.

I take that back. There was nothing to brace me for what Vlad did. He shoved his penis completely in my ass without hesitation. I screamed in pain but Vlad ignored me. Then he thrust in, pulled out and thrust again. He was going so fast I tried counting. Vlad pushed into me, pulled out and pushed back in twelve hundred times in one minute. Quickly, I began to lose consciousness.

The first time I lost consciousness, Vlad done what he'd done earlier when I disrespected him. However, after a second time, I discovered his ideal of fair punishment. Vlad did it a total of five times, never slowing once. After a third time, he entered, exited, and reentered my anus repeatedly for thirty minutes.

The difference between his usual method and the punishment was subtle. Both required Vlad's penis to exit and enter into my anus rapidly however, the punishment did have a noticeable difference. When Vlad was punishing me, the speed involved was incomprehensive. I can't imagine the speed is available to any other species; maybe not even to other ghosts.

Once he completed his thirty minute torture, he moved on to step eight.

Before step seven, I so desperately wanted to get up. Now, I'd do anything to lie back down. Step eight was moving around directly after sex. I could not stop until I was told to. And I couldn't just select an activity. I had to do what Vlad told me to do, when he told me to or I'd regret it. When he told me to do a full split, all the way to the ground, I did it. When he told me to do it again, I hesitated.

I didn't hesitate long. I just froze. When I did it the first time, a sharp pain had struck me. I knew I didn't want to piss Vlad off but I was scared. If there was anything wrong with my anus, it's beyond repair now. The second I hesitated, Vlad flipped me over. I thought for sure he was going to rape me again but instead he shoved a toy up my ass.

I'm not talking about a stuffed toy. I'm not talking about a vibrator for those who know what that is. Vlad had a device that was 2 times bigger than his penis created and it had 20 speed levels on it so I'm told. It can shock, shoot energy, peel skin, spin at speeds in excess of fifty thousand revolutions per minute, move to various depths, and eject an acid that feels like real ghost cum. It also has a station that fits on the outside of the butt cheeks that allows it to vibrate, coming completely out and reentering at a higher setting and it has a random setting that any of those can occur without warning.

For back talking when I hesitated, I got a higher speed. This thing runs on a level three. It may not seem like much but Vlad said the scale is set that the fastest he himself can go is close to level five. This thing is meant to be better than him and it runs on batteries!

Now I have this thing in my ass and I have to keep it there until he removes it. And I still have to do his movements.

I'm dead tired.

"Walk on your hands and keep your legs perfectly vertical without powers for forty paces."

I immediately jump over on my wobbly arms and begin walking around, trying to keep my balance. After a few minutes, Vlad walks over and turns it a quarter of the dial. "What?"

He spins it another quarter. "You walked more than forty paces and you back talked." I finish my hand stand in time to hear: "Sit on the ground, legs crossed and don't reflex."

I plop down, biting my tongue so I don't fail on just sitting, and remain perfectly quiet. I wait until I feel the jump where the vibrator leaves my anus, hits the ground, bounces up freely, then adds another measure of depth as manufactured. I stand.

Vlad grabs the remote control. I forgot to mention that little darling. "Stand on one leg, place the other in a bended position behind the unit, pressuring it for forty-five minutes without hopping or falling."

Vlad ups the setting to a number I've never had and I bend my leg and place it at my butt—the heel of the shoe pushing at the unit.

This hurts tremendously. I've been awake for God knows how long, being raped out of my mind and haven't had a good meal in five days. The unit kicks on after three minutes, the spinner going so fast my skin is peeling. As if to kick me while I'm down, Vlad literally kicks me. He doesn't kick hard enough to remove my foot from the flooring but he could break my leg if I wasn't careful. I can't hop or jump or fall over so my only choice is to balance myself. I pass that one only because he graciously alerts me of the time.

Vlad tests my wits, patients and talents for forty-five minutes. When I pass, I figure it's over. How could you top that test?

"Lay on your back. Using your feet only, slug yourself to the railing outside, bust through the granite, and fall the sixty-foot drop on your rear in an upright position in fifteen minutes. During the slug, you must remain these positions or you lose: one flat on your back, two a ten degree angle, three a 20 degree angle, four a 30 degree angle, five a 40 degree angle, six a 50 degree angle, seven a 60 degree angle, eight a 70 degree angle, nine an 80 degree angle, ten a 90 degree angle, and then to a sitting position. When you have reached the drop, you must be in synch. If you are not, you will fail this step and must repeat it. I will repeat the same segments but your unit will never decrease in speed. The current setting you are at now will only intensify."

My mind went numb. I feel to the floor in a flat position, not knowing what else to do to prepare for this challenge. A thought occurs to me. He knows my weakness. I'm terrible at math!

My determination pushes me along, unlike anything I've ever accomplished. If I don't beat this thing, I have to redo it. I'm thinking about length and the time plus my ass is shaking and I am hurting. I think I've got it down pat but I realize it's been fourteen and a half minutes and all I have to do is land on my butt. I've already fell so now I can catch myself with my powers and maybe fail or land as if I didn't have powers and be really hurting. There's still the chance I won't land perfectly and still fail but I've got to take the risk.

I have no doubt in my mind Vlad had this planned from the beginning because before I land he pushes the lurch button, causing the thing to dig into my anus. Tears fill my eyes and I bite my tongue to hear my verdict.

"Pass," Vlad answers my prayers and I let it out. I wail, scream, cry and lose my breath as I celebrate my pass. "Are you ready for Step Nine?"

"As ready as I can be," I answer, wiping my tears. "May I ask you a question?"

"If you do it correctly I will answer."

"May I have the actual time of day, please, Sir?"

"Yes, you may Daniel. It is a quarter after three," Vlad answered. This is the best news I've received yet.

"Thank you, sir," I reply. The words taste dirty and ill placed as they leave my lips but I know I have no choice.

"You're welcome," Vlad answered calmly. "Now, let's go back to the bedroom."

"What? Please don't tell me more sex," the words slipped out of my mouth before I could catch it. I spoke out of turn so I was expecting retaliation. My ass was pounding but Vlad would never see that as an excuse.

Vlad's voice turned blunt: "Who is the bitch and who is the master? You do not control this time or any other time. I am your master and I tell you what to do and when to do it." His voice turned as cold as ice water: "You are my bitch! It is your job to make me happy and do as you are told. Is that clear, Daniel?"

"Yes, sir," I replied weakly. My voice did nothing to mask my fear and I slunk before him like a small child being scolded by a guardian. I hated backing down to anyone, least of all my arch nemesis, but Vlad has taught me what it's like to cross him. Vlad is someone I can't take on nor should I—that's why I'm afraid.

"Good, little bitch," Vlad regarded me, placing his hand on my shoulder. He began to direct me towards the stairwell, towards the bedroom, and I never objected. "Now, let's go to the bedroom." His hand cupped my shoulder, asserting a level of authority I've never experienced: "Never question my authority again, Daniel. Know your place." I bit back the tears my fear threatened to release.

We returned to the bedroom, the opportunity allowing me for once to take in my surroundings. However, the thing that caught my attention the most was the bed Vlad and I had been on for the past several hours. On one side the spread was ivory silken sheets. On the side where Vlad had been raping me at, the sheets were a sickly crimson red. Pools of blood, chunks of flesh and layers of skin decorated that side from where pieces of my legs had been grounded off during my 'training' session.

Vlad doesn't seem to notice the mess as he tells me to have a seat. I sit down, the dried blood scratching my newly healed skin. "Lay back all the way and hold still. Do not move," Vlad ordered. My heart raced as I imagined what step nine was. Vlad took his gloved hand and reached it up my anus. The hand wasn't the problem… well it's size anyway. The discomfort came from how far he pushed his hand and the glove's leather material. Finally, Vlad removed his fist.

"Was that step nine," I asked, amazed. Compared to the other steps, this one was easy!

However, Vlad wasn't sharing my enthusiasm, "Was that difficult?" His voice turned disapproving: "Think, Daniel! I went for the unit." He revealed the metallic cone, covered in my blood, making his point.

Upon his revealing, I had no sudden 'ah-ha' moments though. I actually grew confused, "But it was attached to the brace that is anchored to my ass," I questioned.

"Yes," Vlad said, unfazed by my question.

"You could have at least turned your hand intangible," I continued, my confusion advancing.

Vlad stunned me by grabbing my ass out of the blue, squeezing it, and tapping it hard two times: "Get it through your head! This is mine! I can do whatever I want to it without your permission. Your ass is mine, Daniel."

"Yes, sir," I remarked meekly again. I was suddenly feeling very sick; I had hoped this would end after Christmas. I realize I continue to hold onto that hope.

Vlad lets out a laugh but didn't make a verbal comment. However, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to guess what he's laughing at. "Just lie over on your stomach and get ready. We're going to have fun."

For you maybe, I thought fearfully. Vlad was claiming me. I knew it deep down. Even my dreams knew my ass was his. Though I refused to admit it aloud, I'd never truly be free.

"You will enjoy it someday. Not today but someday. It will be required," Vlad replied.

"Yes, sir," I answered like a zombie. And just like the perfect bitch of his dreams, I continued: "Now, you want me on my stomach or somewhere else?"

"Just like Step Seven. I want you on your knees, edge of the bed, and your ass sticking out. Get ready," Vlad's voice couldn't mask the anticipation if he tried.

I done as I was instructed, wanting to anger him no more. I silently begged it to be simple, wishing for the pain to subside when I felt Vlad's hands go around my thighs. I was on the verge of tears when suddenly Vlad released my hips. "I need something," Vlad spoke simply as he loosened his grip and removed himself from the bed. A few minutes later, he returned with straps, harness and a rein. I felt the bile rise up my throat, my stomach lurching from the fear.

"What are those for," I asked, my knees weak from the dread.

"The last person I raped didn't survive this step," Vlad spoke simply, "I'm taking precautions this time," Vlad said calmly. All hopes of this being easy and less painful vanished. I just prayed it wouldn't kill me.

"It won't," Vlad chuckled as if this were funny. "She was mortal. She wasn't ready and couldn't take it. I ended my numbing sensation much too soon. You don't get any of that. She went comatose on the last step and when I began the step we're about to begin she flipped out. She escaped my grasp when I was vulnerable and ran away from the bed. When caught between life with me or death, she jumped off the balcony. She was a beautiful woman, too. She looked just like your momma."

Vlad told the story in a nostalgic tone, reliving the poor woman's last moments of life with pleasantry. A shiver went down my spine at the thoughts of what he could do to Mom. No matter how painful, no matter what torture… I'd take it as long as no one else was hurt.

"You'd take it even if others were forced to," Vlad remarked about my thought.

All fear left me and anger grew: "If it were my family I would not. I wouldn't care!"

"Oh, you'd care, Daniel. Worry about yourself! This next one I've heard is the most painful of them all. They are all broken by the end."

"You won't break me. I may surrender but know it's always for someone else," I spoke defiantly. "I don't break easily."

However, Vlad had a retort of his own: "All the crying has said otherwise." He continued in a low, dark tone: "Daniel, you got way too in over your head way too soon. You'll break. They all do."

Without pausing or waiting for me to resist, Vlad slipped the harness around my waist. Then he used the straps to keep me in position and the reins had a bridle like for a horse—it even went in my mouth. The leather tasted so rubbery, but the smell was unmistakable. I would be the first to endure this.

"I wish you the best of luck, Daniel. You will hurt big time on this step," Vlad said as he plunged into me. That wasn't the bad part but when he began to move, I acted like a wild animal.

My insides felt like molten lava. Fresh blood oozed down my legs. I struggled like I'd never struggled before and I discovered the reason behind the restraints. I constantly wiggled out of his grasp but something would keep me in place. Vlad had absolute no control over me. I could easily see how even a normal woman could escape.

While the pain on me was unbearable, I noticed I wasn't only one in pain. Vlad struggled to keep the grasp firm and even upon occasion missed my ass (which I was thankful for). Vlad penetrated me 1200 times on that last step. I didn't even want to know how many he was doing now.

Another thing was how deep he was going. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear I could feel his penis in my throat. He thrust it so deep that when I'd go to scream, it strangle in my throat. I saw Vlad had troubles concentrating. That's all I can do—concentrate on how to make the pain go away. Concentrate on how to make him stop.

After 10 minutes, Vlad gave up. He collapsed beside me on the bed but I look nothing like him. "Stand up," he said breathless.

"You do it," I said from my side. My words were slurred from my face being pushed down against the bed.

"Do not make me punish you," Vlad threatened.

"You do and I'll do it," I retorted.

"Daniel," Vlad said sternly.

"Vlad," I groaned, "I'm tired, I'm sore, I'm filthy and we've been at this for hours. We're on step nine; can't take a break?"

"You forgot something," Vlad said smoothly, rising up.

I was for a loss, "What?"

Vlad brought me to my feet. He had more energy than I thought. We stood for less than 10 seconds when he backhanded me so hard I flew across my bed and hit the wall. Didn't see that one!

"You're my bitch and you'll do as you're told," Vlad responded vehemently.

I rose to my feet in a fighting position. Raping me is one thing—I've never been in that situation, but a fight; I'm sure to take him!

"Don't be so certain, Little Badger. You may or may not have more fighting skills than I may have but I'm stronger than you because I've had sex before. You must take that into consideration."

"I've been at this for hours. I'm exhausted, Vlad. I can't take it anymore," I said, my voice raising an octave.

"Au contraire, little badger," Vlad said. What was with that nickname? Did I look like a badger to him? Vlad smiled, then he turned serious as he continued, "You're still standing. You won't be able to move when you can't take anymore! We will be heading to the airport at six o'clock tomorrow. We're not even through with the steps yet! We've got about another 10 hours to work on them—then there's the rules you must follow. We've got a full schedule to complete and you are complaining!"

"Complaining? That's what you call this? Vlad, I've been hard at work these last few hours. My ass hurts like you couldn't imagine but you could care less. All that matters to you is timing," I said, growing angry. "I've had enough!"

"I'll tell you when you've had enough, bitch. Do you get that? Because I don't believe you do. You are my bitch, Daniel. You don't get to talk back. You can't call any shots. You have no purpose in life other than serving me. So if I can't get you to cooperate, I'll force you."

Suddenly, I found myself in the air but I wasn't doing it. I floated over my bed and was standing directly in front of him when I landed. I expected to be backhanded again but instead Vlad grabbed my shirt, ripping it off and disintegrating it like my pants and boxers all those hours ago.

"You had your chance, Daniel. So you can blame yourself for this," Vlad answered. He turned around, leaving my room. My pulse began to accelerate as I pondered my punishment for disobedience.

Vlad shut my door, leaving me alone. So far, I like this punishment. I sat down on my bed, paying no attention to the blood on the bed that was between my legs and I was sitting upon. After a few minutes, I began to fall into a comfortable silence.

I could feel a small headache forming and desperately wished I had an aspirin. Normally I don't get headaches or any other pain that lasts initially past contact. It'd be like taking pain medication for a bee sting for someone who isn't allergic to bees—pointless! But now, I want one.

I decide for a nap. It may bite me later on but I've got a few minutes and I'm waiting for a shoe to drop. I could use my spare time wiser. I lay back on the bed and drifted off.

Suddenly, I was startled awake. I don't know by what; whatever it was it's not making itself known. I don't see Vlad so that's a bonus.

The first thing I notice is the sweat. I wipe my brow only to notice sweat on my forearms. Vlad must have cranked up the heat. It doesn't make sense but I never dwell on the thought process of a Froot Loop.

Giving up, I let my mind rest. However it doesn't want to because images flash in my mind when I close my eyes. Not clear memories or complete ones either, just images of Vlad and I. Soon, my eyes don't need closing to see them. But that's not all!

I feel irrational for some reason. Not that I'm irrational—that's not it—but my feelings are irrational. I feel discomfort, pain, anger, sadness, heartbreak, betrayal, cheated, abused, and hatred… just a plethora of emotions I wasn't feeling a moment ago. I could feel any number of those justifiably but it's the timing and the fact it's all combined that confuses me.

Confusion, fear and discomfort overwhelmed me as all the other emotions hung out in the background of my mind. A scene played:

Vlad and I are together. I'm dressed and he's in his human form. Vlad has a hand

on my crotch and I'm still semi-innocent. Vlad leans in.

"You may find this to be more than a little."

Vlad had been talking about the kiss he gives me in a few seconds. It was the last minute of innocence. Before…

Hurt and longing overwhelm me. Another scene plays:

I'm in my kitchen. I'm actually home again. I play with my food, not feeling like

myself. I can't figure out my memories of the night in the castle. Jazz comes in

the room, telling me I could talk to her about anything. Should I tell her about

my memories?

That night had meant something special to me. I almost confided in Jazz about that night in the castle. However, a little stunt by Mom and Dad reminded me—Jazz don't believe in ghosts and it would only end in a fight.

Disappointment and anger:

I'm extremely aggravated with myself. I've been half ghost for more than two

weeks and I still can't return to the white-haired, green-eyed me Sam and Tucker

told me about. I've tried every approach I can think of… but nothing.

We discover the trigger a few days later. Dash pushed Tucker down, breaking his glasses. I got so angry I couldn't see straight. Had Sam and Tucker not reacted, I'd imagine I would have turned right there in front of Dash.

The next thing I feel is not an emotion unless you consider pain an emotion. My eyesight went blurry, everything distorted. I close my eyes, only for a second, but I realize what's wrong with my eyesight. When I close my eyes, I see the position I mostly stayed in these last hours.

I'm back on my knees. Vlad's raping me. I'm screaming, crying and begging again. It's hard not to get caught up. Sometimes I scream with my memory it feels so real.

The sights and feelings change ever so often. I feel the pain as if it's the first time I felt it. Even the night at the castle enters my mind. I screamed there, too, though it should be easier.

Then my mind goes to the first time Vlad came inside of me. The ghost ejaculation burns the insides of my anus and I scream. The images and the feelings cease.

I feel red-hot pain on my backside. Not just around my ass—my legs, heels, back, neck, head—everything. I can't take it for more than a few seconds, leaping into the air yelping. I looked to my bed to see what could have done that.

"What," I say breathlessly, confused. My bed isn't there, only liquid fire. "Lava?"

Suddenly, fire starts falling from the sky. "What the hell? Where am I? Am I sleeping?" If I was, it hurt in my dream.

Below was some kind of shelter. The fire rain hit it but it stood proud. I decided that's where I'd take my shelter.

I landed on the ground—as far away from the lava as I possibly could—and took refuge. Just as I thought it couldn't get any worse, my feet begin to burn. Below my feet was—what else?—hot rocks.

"You've got to be kidding me?"

It took me 10 lousy minutes to get it. I was constantly moving. I never stopped and sometimes I had to preform dodging maneuvers. Two steps ago, I was constantly moving after passing a step. They were connected. Step seven was taking it at medium speed while step eight was moving afterword. Step nine is taken it at maximum speed and set ten is moving afterword.

Somehow, Vlad was creating images and feelings and now he's creating this fire world to keep me moving. It isn't real.

Maybe not, spoke my voice. It was Vlad. But it will hurt just as if it were. Pain sensors are located in mind. I. Have. Mind. Control.

Oh, shit. As badly as I wanted that SOB to be lying and be caught in it, I couldn't take that chance. I lost. He still got his way.

Get used to it. I always do, Vlad answered, my voice smug and victorious.

Vlad forced me to dodge and outmaneuver the fire for an estimated four hours. I'm not sure if that was the correct time because I didn't have a clock or even a view of the sun to determine the time. Just one minute the image vanished and Vlad came back in the room. Holiday canceled.

"Well, that's that for step ten. Just two more steps to go," Vlad said cheerily. Am I supposed to be happy? Well, I guess I sort of am. Just two more!

"May I ask a question," I asked.

"If you ask it correctly," Vlad remarked. I have a feeling this will be a staple for this week.

"May I have the time of day," I asked.

"Yes you may. It is half past eight," Vlad remarked.

"Yes! Just 10 more hours!" I celebrated.

Vlad chuckled, "How do you figure." My grin disappeared. "It's 8:30 in the morning. We got 21 and a half hours to go."

"No," I sank to my knees. It's only been… 10 last night to 8 this morning. 10 hours—that can't be.

"Oh, it is. We've got plenty of time but it will be straight through. Had you not been so damn childish, you may have had some time to rest before the plane ride. So, now you may not get a break until we're at Dads."

My blood boiled. I rose off my knees and bit my tongue. Childish? Oh his nerve. How dare he? He's been fucking me for 10 hours straight but it's felt longer! He forced me here! I didn't even want to be here with him for this time. This is not how I planned to spend my first week of Christmas vacation!

"I didn't want this," I spat out. I bit my tongue but I couldn't hold my thoughts back. With someone who could read thoughts, why bite anything back?

"Because I won't punish you for your thoughts. No one can bite back thoughts. It's not possible."

I ignored his comment, "I hate you! I can't stand you! Even before I fully understood the shit I was in I couldn't imagine spending the week with you… but now, I wished I was dead!"

"Now, Daniel…" Vlad began.

"Don't you Daniel me, you bastard," I interjected. Angry tears streamed down my cheeks but I didn't care. Honestly, at this point, Vlad had seen me at every possible phase of vulnerability.

Vlad gave me a stern look, "Do not disrespect me!"

"Or what," I screamed out. "There's nothing else you could do to me. You strip me of my pride, my dignity, my principles. You stole my innocence. I have nothing, I don't even own my soul anymore. I sold it to get you to stop!"

"Daniel," Vlad said sternly. "You have no idea what else I can do to you. There are more ways to skin a cat!"

"Go ahead! Skin me. Look at that God damned bed, Vlad. My skin is already there!"

"Daniel, you rein in your temper right now!"

"Oh, shut up. I'm sick of it. Hurt me, fuck me, kill me! I don't care!"

Vlad grabbed my hair and yanked. There is one thing you don't mess with and that's my hair. No one messes with the do!

I thrust my elbow backwards, knocking the wind out of him. Vlad release my hair out of surprise.

"Paws off the hair," I said, standing in a fighting position.

"You'll pay for that," Vlad said, returning to his better-than-you position. Vlad strolled over to me calmly, his position open to attack from all sides. What was his secret? Doesn't he realize someone could overwhelm him?

"My fighting skills are pretty lame-man. I rely on tactics such as rape and my powers to win battles," Vlad answered. He stopped just a few feet from me, just outside my grasp.

"Well, you've already raped me. And your powers might be more experienced than mine but I've came out of tougher scrapes," I replied cockily. I wasn't going to lose. He was going down!

"Oh, please. Name me some of your battles," Vlad remarked. My head began to hurt again. It must be his voice. Vlad smirked.

"Well, I once defeated a lunch lady controlling a 50 foot meat monster," I said, trying to sound like it was the biggest ordeal.

"Lunch Lady? Honestly," Vlad said, unimpressed. He actually sounded disappointed.

"That's not all," I defended. "You saw me defeat Skulker. That was the second time I've done that."

"Aw, yes. According to Skulker, a gorilla done it for the first time and if I recall correctly you didn't defeat Skulker here. He trapped you in my spectral energy neutralizer and nearly took off your head had it not been for me."

I growled. He was correct. I couldn't beat Skulker when he attacked back in October. Delilah had beaten him down and all I did was suck him into the thermos. He's even come back since the reunion but Tucker has to shut him down with his PDA before I can capture him. "I've also defeated a dragon!"

"Aw, you've met the crown princess of the medieval zone. Dora's her name," I didn't know that! She's a princess? "Her Dragon form is quite complex but once you remove her medallion she is quite easy to overthrow. Such a horrible fate, really: to carry all one's power on the neck in an easy-to-remove piece."

Shit, I'm running out of impressive details. Sidney's was more embarrassing than brag worthy! Then there is Desiree and Ember—both humiliating! I overcame Spectra right after the reunion but he'll probably find the fact I fell under her spell in the first place a disgrace.

"Who is this Spectra? I've never heard of her before," Vlad asked. My heart sank. How could I have been so stupid! He was listening in the entire time! "It's not stupidity, it is the act of being naïve. Of course I'd listen in. You're right, this Sidney, Desiree and Ember battles are quite embarrassing. Daniel!"

I looked away, too furious and embarrassed to look him in the eyes. "Spectra was a temporary therapist that came to our school. She was a ghost but, like us, blended in. She turned up the cold in the room so that when my ghost sense went off I just thought it was my breath. Her game was making children miserable and she fed off that misery to stay young. She's a shadow ghost that uses humans with no soul to get around."

"She's a soul jumper," Vlad said, amazed. "Interesting. I wonder who she was severed from."

"Severed? What do you mean?"

"Do you know that young man who rides a motorcycle," Vlad asked me. Of course! Johnny! I defeated him, without humiliation, last week! "Yes, that's his name. He is what you call an in-between. Most in-between's are created by dying after having a piece of themselves die—like on life support. Johnny was involved in a motorcycle accident and died on life support. Because he died after a piece of him had already died, he formed a shadow. The shadow took shape of an emotion and he feeds off of it to support himself."

"Bad luck," I said, light dawning.

"Yes, yes. Well, this Spectra sounds like a shadow of someone else that broke away before she could connect. Spectra isn't real, just a projection of someone who was," Vlad answered.

"How do you know so much," I asked, amazed.

"Well, I didn't know until I'll was granted access to the Ghost Zone library. There are millions of books—a rich, vast wealth of knowledge—all there for your education."

"Reading," I said distastefully.

"You are hopeless, child," Vlad smirked.

"I'm not a child," I retorted.

"Oh, please. You're baby. A newborn practically. You're way in over your head," Vlad replied immediately.

"I'm stronger than you think," I said, trying to defend my name.

"I'm sure you are," Vlad replied, unfazed. "It's just that not many ghost compare to our vast depths of power."

"So you're saying if I was an average ghost…" I trailed off. I'd feared this.

"You'd be ordinary. Same old, same old," Vlad said, detached. "Plain Jane."

"Okay, I'm your bitch. I get that but do you have to classify me as a woman?"

"Guys aren't bitches. Look it up. The bitch is the female dog," Vlad said. He took a step towards me and I instantly forgot the friendly atmosphere we have forged moments ago. However, once he was on top of me, I noticed I couldn't move. Come to think of it…

"I can't move," I said panicked.

"I told you. I don't fight with my fists like barbarians like you. I fight with my mind. You can have all the muscles in the world and not win a game of chess. Life is a game of chess, Daniel."

"You've got to be kidding me. You're doing this," I said, growing panicked.

"My mind is. It's your most valuable muscle. Remember to exercise it as much as your body and your powers. One day, you may need it to escape another situation like this," Vlad said. He stood directly in front of me, his red eyes staring me down.

Vlad grabbed me and pushed me towards the bed. He only allowed the muscle he wanted to move and not a one more. I couldn't fight back, I couldn't move. Soon, I couldn't breathe. He could get me like this anytime he wanted to. If I was being stubborn or disobedient, he could make me his personal puppet.

When we made it to the bed, Vlad lifted himself and I into the air and landed on the bed, in the center. Well, I guess it wasn't in the dead center. My arms are still in the fighting position and the blood of our first 10 hours is right beside me.

I was lying on my back, unable to move or fight back. Vlad grabbed my hands and positioned them to my side, flexing them outward. "Let's get busy with step 10 so we can get done soon and start phase 2."

Vlad was lying on top of me so I know he can't do anything. Despite his opinion, I am not a woman. He cannot enter my backend through the front. It would be impossible.

Vlad smirked again. "I'm going to humor you." Vlad said, I guess to my thought. He grabbed my knees and lifted them and me into the air. He bent my knees over his neck and the next thing I know, he was sticking his penis in my ass. I screamed out. "This is for later. It's a little more painful than normal homosexual sex."

"No shit, Dick Tracy," I said, breathing hard after Vlad pulled his penis from my ass. I have no idea who Dick Tracy is, I just heard Mom Number Two say it enough.

Vlad lowered my knees and myself back to the bed. He climbed back on top of me, his full weight crushing me. He traced his finger on my small frame that outlined my ribs. His finger came up off my rib cage and shot a line up my sternum. He kept chasing my body with his finger, making me dread what was next.

"The worst of it is over. Now we're getting the things that would make you uncomfortable: me seeing you naked, touching parts of what used to be your body, putting my hands on you. All that could really ruin a perfect moment if you're unaccustomed to it."

"Really," I asked, mockery and sarcasm in my voice.

"It also gives me a chance to look at you. In the first 10 steps, I don't have a chance to appreciate or even get to view the body. This is my opportunity to view my object," Vlad said. I closed my eyes and quieted a sob. It was hard to hear Vlad regard me as something such as a vase. I was a person. I don't understand how someone could claim someone as property.

"You've heard of slavery, bondage, and the such? It's the same thing. My bitch is a term substituting my slave. You're mine," Vlad answered.

Vlad ran his finger down my left chest plate, stopping just above my nipple. He outstretched his fingers until his fist was an outstretched top of hand. He rested his palm on top of my nipple and cupped his fingers over it.

He rolled my nipple in his fingers and then he started tugging. I felt the pain but I didn't fill the pleasure I was told someone feels when the nipples are touched. The pain was minimal. I didn't even squint. I just took it, ignoring it. It's the first thing sexually he's done to me that I could. I know what they say: don't look a gift horse in the mouth.

Vlad positioned himself until he was no longer on top of me but lying beside me on my right. He still played with my left nipple but he took my right one in his mouth and began to suck. I still didn't feel anything but Vlad was more forceful with his mouth.

When I saw Vlad last month, I wasn't sure I'd seen correctly. However, on my nipple, I knew for sure: he had fangs. It was official: he was a bloodsucker. Just then, probably on cue, Vlad bit down on my nipple, drawing blood. My eyes popped open, my muscles flexed and I grunted but I didn't scream.

"You're learning… to appreciate… the lighter side…of… my pain," Vlad said, stopping to lick the blood from my right nipple.

"Your pain," I said, looking down my torso to look at him. "I thought I was the one in pain."

"No," Vlad said. He licked again. "It's my pain because you belong to me." Vlad removed his gloved hand from my left nipple and started to squeeze my right one to get more blood. Once he got a sizable pool, he licked it clean before it spilt over. Vlad started to milk it some more.

"Oh," I said. It actually sounded genuine because I was trying to focus on not feeling the pain. It wasn't comparable to the pain I felt five hours ago. I wouldn't scream!

When the blood clotted, and the puncture eventually healed, Vlad moved off my nipples. He ran his hand, fingers first, towards my crotch. It was finally gonna happen. Since that first night to yesterday he'll finally get his hands on my penis.

I don't know why this bothered me so. He had already fucked me, he's kissed me, and just a moment ago he had played with my nipples. What's the big deal with him touching my penis? It's irrational. I've been violated every imaginable way. Him touching me shouldn't matter.

But it did. The minute he touched my penis in his hands it was that night all over again. I strangled a scream and began to cry. It wasn't a painful scream or cry. It was one of discomfort.

"Please. Please, Vlad, don't do this. I-I can't stand it," I said, my tears flowing freely.

"That's what this step is for. You have to be over these petty modesty issues. You have nothing you could hide from me. Any inadequacies or secrets you have are mine to share," Vlad said. He didn't speak like a lover complementing his mate about appearance though he tried. He sounded like a buyer complaining about a blemish on a painting. It's ugly, but it's part of the piece.

Vlad's hand ran the staff of my penis repeatedly. I didn't feel anything here either. He lifted my cock up and ran his glove down slowly. I felt so dirty. I felt so ashamed. I close my eyes. It was easier that way.

When I close my eyes, I wasn't in Wisconsin. I was not in this house and Vlad wasn't fucking me. I could be anywhere: back home, at school, at the Nasty Burger. It didn't matter as long as I wasn't here. I could even close it off. I didn't feel his hand anymore. He wasn't there anymore.

Sometime later, I felt the bed shift. I reluctantly opened my eyes. Vlad had moved to the foot of the bed and positioned over my legs.

"Keep your eyes open for this," Vlad remarked as his head disappeared between my legs. I really expected I would be the only one giving blowjobs.

I felt a cool, misty substance come over my staff. Vlad had my entire penis in his throat, moving his mouth over the staff then taking it again. I didn't feel any pleasure here either. What is it? Am I not able to cum?

Vlad chuckled in my head, Daniel, have you ever came before?

"I'm 14, stupid. Of course not," I answered, offended. What kind of boy did he think I was?

I wasn't questioning your modesty, Vlad replied telepathically. It's just you seem to think being touched one time will have you cuming. You have to first be physically and mentally turned on before you can cum and if you somehow manage that it'll take a couple or more times for you to achieve sexual satisfaction.

There's a lot of rules of being raped, isn't there? I thought like an idiot. If I could have moved, I'd face-palmed.

Vlad chuckled again. Well, in most forms of entertainment people are coming on the first time and when their raped and it's not one of those chick support films they cum. It doesn't happen in real life. An orgasm is mental satisfaction come to a full circle as physical emotion.

So there's a chance I'll never cum, I asked Vlad.

No, Vlad applied. You'll eventually get used to the pain or I'll lessen it for good behavior.

What about the mental satisfaction part? I'll never want to be touched by you. I'm not gay, I responded.

Well, after a while if you haven't fully surrendered to my will, I'll put in the mental satisfaction until you start to feel it on your own. And there will be many times I will cum that you will not. And that's okay. That's what it's all about. My personal satisfaction!

Yeah. Can't have you unsatisfied, I remarked dryly.

Do you want to feel satisfaction, Vlad asked me.

My mind just froze. He was asking me if I wanted to cum. I didn't know how to answer that! Sure, yeah I'll want to know what he'll expect of me so I won't get hurt…

And before I could complete my next thought, I was breathing deeply. My breath was shallow and it gave my head a funny feeling. I went to command my legs to move but Vlad still had them pined with both his mind and his body.

My breathing started to grow more frequent. I stopped exhaling slowly and my breaths were becoming shallower. I wanted to raise my head off the mattress to look at him but I was still pinned. My knees wanted to buckle, my back wanted to arch. My breathing soon became rapid, barely an inhale collected before I exhaled again. My head throbbed to a new pattern. It was as if my heartbeat was in my ears. Then I started.

"Oh," I moaned my first sign of total satisfaction. I couldn't feel upset or wronged like I know I would if Vlad wasn't influencing my feelings. It felt right. It felt like it fit. It felt like I was born to be with him. My head pounded, my heartbeat was erratic and I desperately wanted to move in synch with Vlad. "Yes! Yes," I cried. My back ached to arch but I still couldn't move. Just then I felt a… I don't know, a pinch, in my penis and I grunted.

I thought someone blew my head off. Vlad sucked at my penis, my head pounded and I felt so tired. My body went lax, no longer desiring to move and I was out of breath. Vlad finally came up between my legs and sat on the clean side of the bed.

My feelings became my own and I suddenly felt the abuse feeling wash over me. I hadn't felt any of that a few minutes ago. Vlad had made me feel like that. I wasn't alive to be with him. I don't desire to please him. I hated him! He's raping me!

"I just did that to let you feel what it'd be like, Daniel," he said in an aggravated tone. It was like he was explaining why he put someone on a last call list not someone he screwed with their minds.

"I hadn't decided. I didn't want that," I said, growing emotional. The one thing I thought being a fucking half ghost couldn't touch just got thrown out the window! Someone has screwed with my mind.

"Daniel, I'm not the only one to do that to you. You told me Spectra fed off misery. She made you feel those emotions; they weren't natural."

"No," I said, losing control. "Spectra took an emotion that… no, a weakness that made someone miserable and added gasoline to the fire. She hit a nerve I had. I had real insecurities! I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat. I was blurring the line between reality and fantasy and it was all your fault!" I raised my voice for my next sentence and I would've raised a finger had he given me my God damned mobility back! "You raped me and I had no fucking clue that you did. All I knew was you forced me to my stomach, I felt pain and you grunted. I had no damn clue what you did on that table until last night when you touched me! You made me the way I am. I know you all of four fucking days and my world was shattered!"

"Daniel, calm down," Vlad said.

"Don't you dare tell me to calm down! You stole something from me and I damn well want it back." I bust out in full tears, "Give it back!"

"What," Vlad asked. I think he was truly concerned and maybe a little scared. Not of me… but of my mental health.

"My innocence," I whispered, crying uncontrollably as I finally broke. I had not an ounce of fight left in me. I was done.

"None of this is necessary, Daniel. You could end this torture," Vlad said.

"How," I asked crying. Vlad moved up to lie next to me. I was ready; I'd do whatever he wanted me to.

"One of two ways. Either one will be fine," Vlad spoke. Just spit it out already. "Renounce your father and join me… or… surrender your body to me."

Vlad reached over me and pulled me to him until we were a breath's apart. I felt sick. I had to turn my back on my dad or be his lover. My lips had feeling again and I had a clue as to what choice he wanted from me… or what choice he thought I'd choose.

I closed my eyes, preparing to give in to his desire when I had a vision. Usually my visions occur when I'm asleep but this would need just as much attention as my pathetic dreams. Dream-1 Danny was sitting on that dirty cell, years passing by. Finally, the procession ceased and I saw Vlad in dream-1 Danny's cell again. Dream-1 Danny cried uncontrollably as Vlad asked, "This doesn't have to be this way. Now it's time for the second step: join me."

"I-I'll do it," Dream-Danny spoke, his head cast downward to hide his shame. Dream Danny's voice broke as he surrendered his final allegiance: "Father."

"Good boy, Daniel. You done good!" Vlad removed my chains and took me from the cell. Vlad cleaned him up and suddenly Dream-2 Danny stood there. Dream Danny and Vlad were once again in the Amity Park skyline.

"You allowed me to go through that. Alone! You let me down," Dream Danny screamed at Sam and Tucker.

"We didn't know," Sam cried.

"You should have been there for me. If you had been I wouldn't have been forced to take this route," Dream Danny had accused. That was the dream's purpose. I had to fight to the death. I couldn't give up. Not even once. No matter what kind of pain he put me through I couldn't give up. All paths of surrender lead to another path of surrender and the trail ended in Dream-2 Danny. Dream-1 Danny had surrendered too many times. Dream-2 Danny was always his destiny.

I pulled my head back, "No. I can't. I owe it to too many people to fight back. I can't give up."

Vlad grew angry and frustrated. I had almost given up and he knew that. Vlad rose to his knees in a huff, grabbed my waist and flipped me on my belly. I felt a motion in my stomach and my weight disappeared so I think he turned me intangible.

Instead of putting his fist behind my thighs, Vlad reached his hand behind my penis and fondled with my balls. Once he could do that without me reacting, Vlad move slowly to my anus. Once again, after I could handle that he moved fiercely between the two, taking all the time he wanted.

Vlad ran his hands over my bottom half over and over. He would drive his hand between the two and handle it however he wished. His glove would rub my balls or he'd stick a finger—or four—at the tip of my anus.

Vlad took both of my balls in his hand and stretched them until I grunted in discomfort. Then Vlad drug his fingers along the skin in the middle. As he ran over the area between my balls and anus, he was applying pressure. Suddenly, an overwhelming sensation of discomfort and unease overcame me.

"What's this," Vlad asked as I struggled. He stopped touching whatever that was but I moved restlessly. Vlad moved to the floor at the foot of the bed when I felt the bed's weight shift. Next thing I knew, Vlad used his powers to lift me in the air, flipping me over to be on my back again, placing me at the end of the bed.

I couldn't move anymore because I was frozen again. Vlad relaxed my leg muscles but I swear it was one at a time as he positioned me into… bad analogy, I know, but in a birthing position.

He repeated the procedure until both of my knees bent in the position and I was wide open. Vlad stuck his hand between my legs and immediately went for the tender spot. I went into hysterics and tried to fight the bond holding me still—no dice. Vlad massaged and felt around the spot, his grin growing over every display of discomfort on my part.

"Vlad," I cried out. "Please, please. Stop that."

"I don't think so," he said cheerfully. "This is wonderful!" from the corner of my eye I saw a second Plasmius appear from a purple light. The duplicate headed out of the room in a dash as Vlad moved his fingers all over that area. I felt a pressure and I swore he impelled something in me.

I gasped out in pain and my breathing became ragged. I didn't feel any blood but I knew he put some kind of incisor between my legs.

Plasmius returned holding a book, "It confirms it. It's universal with ghosts. Even though we're half it is still present."

"Damn," Vlad replied sharply. He was still happy but slightly disappointed at the same time.

"Do you need anything else," Plasmius asked the original.

"No, no. I'm good. Return the book then return yourself," Vlad remarked. Plasmius nodded to Vlad then disappeared down the hall. "Well, I have some news. I can't believe it but it's true. This," Vlad said touching the area, "proves it."

"Wh-what is that," I asked, the feeling driving me insane. "And could you not do that?"

"No, I won't stop touching it. It'll be my favorite part of you," Vlad said, putting his entire hand on top of the area. I struggled and let out some moans of discomfort.

"Please, Vlad," I begged. I could already see the problem.

"No. This will be what breaks you. This'll be my ticket to a job well done," Vlad responded. Damn, he knows what I know.

"What is it," I asked, taking my mind off my torture for the next little while. God knows how long I can manage to last.

"Well, ghosts are A-sexual. Now, have you had biology before?"

"Not biology but I've had science and it explained something about A-sexuality."

"Well, some species of frog is too A-sexual but unlike them, ghosts can't reproduce without a partner. Ghost are capable of having children no matter what the two sexes: Woman-man, woman-woman, man-man. Even the man of the heterosexual couple can carry the baby."

"Holy cow! How," I asked. I don't get how this fits into our previous conversation.

"Women have a small set of balls between their legs and men," he said, grabbing it again. I didn't anticipate on him grabbing it again so I reflexively tried to jump. "Men have vaginas."

"Wow. Th-that's really something," I said. "I'm sorry to interrupt and we can go back to talking about it after you tell me but what is that sensitive area?"

Vlad's brow furrowed, "Daniel, that is what we are talking about. You have a vagina and there's a good chance I do too."

AN: For chapter companions, visit fan fiction dot net slash my forums slash Team 04 Phantom slash 3876657. I will try my best to explain how my crazy mind works.