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.

3. Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I still don't own Danny Phantom. Anyone out there got any ideas on how to buy it? Lol. Not that I could afford it. :(

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

Chapter Three: Questions and Answers

I tried denying it but I knew better. It completely made sense but at the same time made no sense at all. "No. No. No! I don't have a vagina. Boys don't have vaginas. We have penises. You are mistaken."

"Daniel, I'm not mistaken. Feel it yourself," he said. He grabbed my hand and moved me to have my hand between my legs after he lowered one leg. Behind my penis, behind my balls, in front of my anus was a sticky, wet and tender slot. He forced my hand to move around. I couldn't deny it, even aloud. I had a vagina.

My hand massaged involuntarily at my vagina, moving a finger up the shaft… cavity with no regard to my wishes. I willed my legs to move but I still could not. Touching it himself just wasn't an option, he had to make me. I hated the feeling. It felt so unnatural and touching it made me go berserk.

My hand suddenly stopped moving and I don't believe it was because of my strong dislike of the action. My hand moved involuntarily back to my side and my leg back to the position of the other, just a shy different. The other leg leveled with the one that was different, giving myself an angle. My back got the feeling of something propping it up because no matter how hard I pushed backward, I hit a wall. However, the support didn't save my back the discomfort of sitting in an awkward position.

Vlad put his hand back at my… my vagina and began to play with it. I discovered why I wanted to do it myself when those gloves put roughness and discomfort together and they became friends. Vlad kept at it the same speed he had forced me to do it so it wasn't that he wanted me to do it faster. He just wanted his gloves to add more intensity on the area.

Vlad used his entire hand to massage, using the ball of his fist to add pressure and a finger to break the boundaries. Every one of his fingers played a part: his thumbs acted as an incisive, pressuring the walls to a point of near collapse. His pinky served as an introduction to penetration. His index added depth. And so forth of the ring and middle fingers.

Vlad never gave time to get used to it nor to prepare. It was one, two, three, four, five, ball. Pinky, index, ring, middle, thumb, ball. Always, then Vlad would do it again. I don't think he was trying to get me used to it. As he said, it was his ticket to breaking me.

It didn't hurt but it was utterly uncomfortable and completely disarraying. I would try to wiggle, struggle, or anything to escape the 1-2-3-4-5-ball. I hated that.

Finally he stopped the sequence and for a second I breathed. Then I started to worry: would he move on to another location or to another method?

Vlad positioned himself just below my legs and horrifyingly his lips met my vagina. I would have kicked, clawed, scrambled or anything to get away from him but his mind had a tight leash on me. I screamed out in horror, fighting the bonds of my mind and trying desperately to move away.

The more I fought, the more Vlad liked this. I was strangling out screams and begging him to stop nearly at the same time. I reached out with my mind: Please, please, please. I'm begging you. Stop!

Not a chance, Vlad replied, the smile practically visible in his voice. This drives you nuts. You're almost cuming right now. There's no stopping you, despite your discomfort. This is amazing!

Please, Vlad. Please I'll do anything. I'll become your apprentice. I'll leave my family. I'll surrender my body. Please! I'll do all three! Please, just…

And just like that, I came. My head nearly popped off my shoulders and the pressure that built up floated away.

"That's weird," Vlad said, breathlessly. "I came to."

"You sick bastard. You enjoyed that. My discomfort gave you pleasure!" I screamed, the tears forming. I bit them back, too angry to cry.

"This is your fault. You had your chance to give in. You blew it," Vlad accused me.

"Then why didn't you take it," I asked. "I was surrendering. I was giving you everything. Why deny my offer then?"

"I'll never take an offer during us time. A bug will say anything before it's crushed," Vlad reported. Vlad looked at his watch. "Well, we've spend enough time on this step that I think I'll pass you. We need to work on step twelve."

"Please tell me it don't have anything to do with… the sensitive area," I asked. I couldn't say the real word. It was getting too weird.

"No, we won't be working with the vagina in the next step," Vlad said. I close my eyes, trying to forget. Just go to a happy place or anywhere far from here.

Vlad got up from the bed but I remain frozen in my place. Vlad was gone for several minutes, leaving me some much-needed alone time. It may only be 3 minutes, but I'm extremely happy.

When Vlad returned, I hadn't noticed. I was facing the room's front and the door was on the sidewall. I hadn't noticed Vlad until he was again at my feet.

Vlad had a plastic bin in his possession when I saw him. Vlad grabbed a long, vertical shaft from the bin. The device was made of a hard substance.

"This is the shake and shimmy," Vlad informed me. Well, the name sounds fun.

"What does it do," I asked.

Vlad looked at me funny. "It shakes and it shimmies," he said slowly as if I were stupid.

"I kinda guessed. I'm also gonna take another jab and say it goes over my penis so you won't have to state another thing that's pretty obvious. So, I'll ask again, what does it do?"

"Well, you can't blame me for misunderstanding. You are pretty painfully stupid," Vlad said, meant as an apology. Vlad shook his head. Or maybe not.

"This goes over the penis and it vibrates back and forth until you cum. After you cum," Vlad said in an informative fashion and lifted up with the hose, "this catches your cum and dispenses it into a bucket. Probably the bin."

"And what will you do with the cum," I asked. I hoped he wouldn't say 'you drink it.'

"No, I don't waste good cum. Yours, I'll freeze and use at a latter date what I don't drink. Others, it depends if I like it," Vlad answered.

"You drink others cum," I asked in shock.

"Yes, I do. I wouldn't ask someone to drink mine if I wouldn't do the same. The only time I go against my word is if I hate the taste. Then, only occasionally will they be forced to drink it."

"What about me. Say I don't like your cum," I asked, hoping.

"I never said they have to like it. It's only if I wouldn't do the same. Yours is like nectar," Vlad replied. Oh, well, I got my wish once.

"A rare occurrence, indeed," Vlad said mischievously.

"So, what do we do first," I asked in a let's-get-this-started tone.

"The Shake and Shimmy," Vlad replied.

"This is step 12, isn't it. Your toys," I asked, never losing my enthusiasm.

"I like the attitude," Vlad commented.

"You won't my reason," I said, exuberant.

"What are your reasons," Vlad asked, interested.

"Step twelve. The last one," I said cheekily.

"We start back at the beginning," he said, mocking my tone. Or maybe he was happy too!

You've got to be kidding me, I want to say but from past experience I knew the truth. After I pass and graduate, he'll start over.

Vlad slipped the Shake and Shimmy over my penis and placed the tube in a tall cup. Once positioned, he flipped the on switch.

One thing he forgot to mention was the speed. Its purpose was not to cause pain but to create orgasms. I think it could probably tell what caused me the most pleasure. At first it went so fast that my skin started to peel but then it registered that I didn't enjoy that and it slowed way down.

"This thing starts back from its last setting until it finds the appropriate setting. I used the shake and shimmy last."

"You find that pleasuring," I asked slowly but still shocked.

"Very. I love it when pain and pleasure intermix, even when it's mine," Vlad answered. Of course, pain was his pleasure.

The Shake and Shimmy slowed down to a crawl and I began to feel the sensation. First I just focused on not cuming—I wanted to see if it'd turn off. I'd cum just to see that! But then the feeling got the best of me. I started to moan, then rock (hey, I can move again) and then I came. The machine turned off.

Vlad grabbed the cup, he held it up, and then said: "Here's to your first real cum with your penis. Cheers!"

"Cheers," I said, breathlessly. Just don't give me any of that.

"No way. Good cum is like good bourbon. Must only be enjoyed by those who could well enjoy it," Vlad answered. He turned the cum cup up and it went bottoms down. My stomach lurched.

"Okay," I said, fighting down the bile. "What's next?"

Vlad pulled out these two small cups. They were flexiglass I believe but they weren't very deep. Look like they could maybe hold six ounces but they were designed more like martini glasses with no stem.

"These are for the nipples. The cups fit over the nipples and they massage, or suction depending on the setting," Vlad explained. He grabbed what looked like a first aid kit. "To operate them, you put in a pad that fits the nipple," he opened the box and revealed these white foam pads that were designed like the cups. "Place the cup and pad over the nipple and start the unit." Attached to the cups was a hose hookup. Vlad brought out two hoses and a small unit. "This either adds air or sucks it away. If it adds air," Vlad attached the hose, put in a pad and started the unit, "the unit is set to massage. Air is pushed into the cup. The Pads have these wheels that spin at a determined speed. Once they start spinning, they will massage the nipples. "Now, on suction, the unit removes air from the cups. The pad for this one protects nipples from being possibly sucked off…" Vlad said.

My hands cupped my nipples protectively, "Do what?"

"It's never happened before but if the speed were to be really fast and you have an injury… which is impossible for you! All your injuries heal almost on impact but for normal people, it was a real possibility!"

"Vlad, you are not ripping my nipples off! Do you understand me," I said sternly.

"Let me show you that you have no worries," Vlad insisted. I have my doubts. A unit that could possibly rip flesh off flesh, pass!

"No choice," Vlad retorted as he took me to a bulletin board and placed an unpadded cup over a stickpin. He pushed the button back and I heard a woosh! I glanced back to the bulletin board and the pin was not on the bulletin board but in the cup.

"You are not putting those things over my nipples. I mean it!"

"Daniel, do you believe your nipples aren't as strong as a pin," Vlad asked me.

"Honestly, I don't know what my strengths and weaknesses are but I know you break bodies down until something like this could kill a person! I mean what is this? It looks like a five gallon and under fish tank pump," I accused.

"Similar. But you have nothing to be afraid of," Vlad remarked.

"No, forget it," I said, backing away from Vlad. I took a step back, commanded my legs to step away again but I didn't move. "No," I said, fearful. My body became locked down again.

Vlad took a hold of my hand and awoken the muscles one at time until I was once again on the bed, pushed towards the headboard. Vlad took the 2 cups, lined them with pads and positioned them over my nipples.

"Please, please, please. Don't do this. Come on, Fenton, break free," I mumbled, fighting with my mind to struggle from the mental restraint. Of course, nothing worked.

He could have started with the one that scared me to death but for some reason he didn't. I didn't feel grateful yet though. Vlad put air into the cups, these wheels turning around portions of my nipples. I could tell this design was made for women because the majority of my nipples wouldn't fit. However, those wheels could touch the tips and around the base of the cup.

After showing me the basic commands of the cups, he flipped the switch on the control unit. This instantly reversed airflow and the wheels spun the other way. This resulted in a rather unexpected reaction from me. Where the wheels touched, a numbing sensation occurred, causing me to react.

I tried struggling but found myself still unable to move. Within a few seconds, the numbing sensation caused a little discomfort. I moaned out, wishing I could move. Soon the discomfort turned into unease, then a small pain. By the time Vlad turned the control unit off and took the cups off, I was breathing raggedly and trying my best to wiggle out of his hold.

Vlad put the cups into the bin and pulled out something else. "See, that wasn't so bad was it?"

I wanted to hit him but I contained myself. I felt the ability rushed through my veins but that didn't mean a thing. If I got out of hand, all he'd have to do is take over my mind. I am literally his puppet. He pulls my strings.

I didn't want to be here anymore. I just didn't care anymore. I laid my head to the side, facing the back wall. I don't care what Vlad does to me, I won't be here to witness it.

As I stare at the plain white walls, I feel the pain lessened as I've gone further from it. I don't hear Vlad's voice anymore describing those toys. Nothing is there any more. I'm finally free.

I could go anywhere now and it feels so great. I go back to August 27 and instead of giving in to Sam and Tuckers pleas, we go to the mall. None of this happens because I'm just an ordinary teenager. Or maybe instead of not going to the lab, I ignore those vultures flying over Amity. We never go to Wisconsin.

I'm not here, having a supposed friend of my parents talking to me in totally inappropriate phrases. I haven't been touched, or hurt, or raped or anything. Vlad Masters, the billionaire of Wisconsin, only heard of him!

Then another thought occurs to me. What would happen if I had told Mom and Dad about my nightmares? Would it have been different if I told them about that night? They are older. They would have known what he done to me. Maybe they could have saved me…

Maybe they can still save me?!

Before I left for school, Mom had given me specific instructions to call her when I made it to Vlad's. I had just landed when I went to unpack. Maybe she'll get worried and come check on me now that it's been 10 hours and I haven't called. They can still come rescue me.

I imagined it, Mama Bear coming out with her claws bared and ready to maul anyone who threatened her cub. She would charge right into this mansion, uninvited and unannounced. Mom would barge into this room just like when I was four. She'd be later this time but I'd forgive her. Ten hours instead of a week, it'd still feel like a complete success.

I smiled, imagining the scenario. Mom would bust through the door, she'd see Vlad in ghost mode and she'd see me naked. She'd see all the blood. That'd be the last straw. She would tear Vlad apart molecule by molecule, starting with his massive dick. They'd wonder were Vlad Masters was, but they'd just figure Plasmius killed him when he kidnapped me. They'd never know their best friend did this.

I turned my head towards the door, coming back to reality for just a second. Vlad was doing something with my penis but once I was facing the door, I retreated again. I could no longer hear Vlad or feel him around my penis. I watched the door, knowing what was coming next.

Come on, Mom. I know you're worried. I haven't called. You told me to call. You do not let me go half a day without checking in. You'd want to know if I'm settled in all right. You'd want to know I was okay. I'm not, Mom. Please, help me.

I stared at the door seemed to be for an eternity. Mom wasn't coming through that door. She hadn't yet but I knew she would. I just know she will. Of course, she had to get here first; it took two days to get here through Thanksgiving. I know Mom can make it here sooner. Dad just wanted us to look our best when we met his friend. Mom wouldn't care what she looked like. She'd get here in the 6 to 8 hours it'd normally take.

The real world tried forcing me back but I fought against it. I felt real pain this time and it took me no time at all to know where it was coming from. I started to feel pain then I began to notice the other things. I forced my eyes away from the doorway to look at Vlad. I couldn't see him but I could feel him.

"Welcome back, Little Badger. How was your trip," Vlad asked smug and mockingly.

I started to scream, not being able to hold it in. There was no begging and no tears but I could feel the latter coming on. I refused to beg but if this keeps on, I can't resist for long.

My legs were back in the position, I noticed, from right after he found the sensitive area. I screamed as the pain kept a constant magnitude. It wasn't getting any worse, but it wasn't getting any better either. I wanted it to stop. I was honestly at the point I do anything to make it stop.

The pain suddenly turned to severe discomfort and I saw Vlad pop up between my legs.

"When you're ready, let me know. This is a new step for me," Vlad said.

I waited for the discomfort to vanish. I kept waiting and waiting. It never even dimmed. I could see Vlad watching intently from the corner. After 30 minutes, Vlad returned to my feet. My pain never ended.

"This is a remarkable. You even grew accustomed to my penis after 3 minutes. I left you alone for 10 minutes and you still show great discomfort. Amazing!"

"T-ten minutes. That's all," I said, breathless. Time seems three times longer to me.

Vlad knelt down to my pelvic area and placed four fingers over the sensitive area. I squirmed and bit back screams. Vlad grew excited, "I'm barely touching it! This is wonderful!"

If I wasn't in so much pain, I'd get angry but the pain ceased all fury. I just kept listening to Vlad's exuberant rant. He took sheer pleasure from the fact this cause me sheer pain.

Vlad finally ended his everything-is-perfect speech as he came back into my viewpoint, saying: "Well, you're useless to me this way. If this drives you insane, you won't be able to handle my penis. You'll definitely lose your mind."

Vlad flipped me over onto my belly, not elaborating anything more about the sensitive area nor removing whatever was causing the discomfort. I felt his hands tighten around my waist and I knew I was about to be fucked again. However, one thing did bother me. I felt the cold that had always accompanied the sex disappear.

I waited for Vlad to plunge deep into me but the pain never came. Then, I felt his hands balled up… then he began to rock.

"Vlad" I asked. The pain was nonexistent. If I'm not mistaken, he's having sex with me.

"Yes, Daniel," Vlad asked me, his breathing ragged.

"Why am I not in pain," I asked, surprised.

"You don't feel any pain," Vlad asked me, his breath still ragged. He sounded pleased.

"No… I mean my… sensitive spot is still uncomfortable. But my ass… I mean, you're fucking me, aren't you?"

Vlad laughed, clearly amused. "I like to imagine it's lovemaking, but yes. We are involved in sexual activity."

"What are you doing differently," I asked. I felt really… dare I say it? Giddy! I could talk while having Vlad have sex with me. Maybe it's not as bad as I thought.

"Before you make that assumption, you should know are both in human form," Vlad said, the smile evident in his voice.

"You're Masters," I asked surprised. Damn! I hadn't expected it to be that big of a difference.

"Yeah, it's a big difference. Humans and ghosts weren't meant to be sexually active," Vlad explained.

"Well, that's for damn sure," I interrupted him.

"Which is why it makes great punishment," Vlad finished, his voice adding an octane.

"So," I added sharply. I decided to start a conversation. "Why did you power down? I was under the influence I was a bad boy."

"This is indifferent to your behavior although cooperating does keep it basic. I told you I'd start back at step one when we finished. Here we are," Vlad said.

"Wait a minute. This is the first time we've had sex in human form," I asked, confused.

"That's true but it's not the first time we've had sex in the same form," Vlad remarked.

"So Step One was back in November and you consider it as sex in the same form… not ghost sex," I asked to clarify.

"Yes," Vlad answered. Vlad's breathing was incredibly shallow and I figured he was about to blow. I was very scared of that thought, not knowing how his cum will feel.

Vlad fell over on top of me with his powerful burst. I awaited the painful liquid to arrive but it never did. Then I felt Vlad pull out of my anus. He didn't completely withdraw though, as he was halfway in my anus still.

I felt Vlad's hands on my shoulders all of a sudden. "Stand up, Daniel. This will make it easier."

I did what he said, somewhat in a daze. Vlad took my hands, folded them over my chest, and held my arms in place securely. "Know that this is not a punishment. The only time I will do this other than training is for punishment but you haven't done anything deserving this kind of reaction. You've been doing remarkably, especially for a child."

Vlad really sounded sincere… hell, almost apologetic. This was supposed to be steps I've already been through. Shouldn't I have already completed this? The second step was… oh, taking Vlad halfway through.

My mind stopped considering Vlad's change in demeanor when a blinding, white hot, excruciating pain entered my anus. My breathing ceased, my body went numb except for my anus and even it was strange. I felt something familiar run down my legs…

"Daniel, breathe. Come on, it'll lessen the pain. Daniel, breathe," Vlad was yelling. Vlad's hands struggled to hold mine. He was slower and clumsier. His hands would just fall off me like I had oil on my hands and he had gloved hands… wait! He does.

I spun around, Vlad's penis suddenly pulling out of me. Vlad Plasmius was standing behind me, shock and surprise on his face.

"Daniel, calm down," Vlad spoke. No, he yelled. "Danny, breathe!"

"No. No, you son of a bitch. You told me I done nothing wrong!"

"You didn't! But you must know how it feels if I must use that method," Vlad said, more calm this time.

"You done that to me because I might—might—need that kind of discipline method! You're not even sure I'll ever need that," I screamed aloud.

"Daniel, you need to breathe. You're not thinking clearly," Vlad said. I then noticed his hands out in a peace-making form.

"Of course I'm not thinking clearly. You went from human to ghost while inside me. My anus had already formed around your human penis then it expanded more than 2 times its size. Wouldn't you be thinking unclearly," I said, stepping toward him, extending my finger in his direction.

"Back up," Vlad ordered.

"No. I'm leaving," I said, taking another step.

"You are not leaving until I release you. I gave you a heads up. I held your hands down so you wouldn't hurt yourself. I even let you come to your feet so the pressure wouldn't be all on one place—your knees."

"I don't give a damn what you think you've done for me. I'm finished," I stated boldly.

"Afraid not," Vlad answered. A cocky grin made its way to my face.

"You will have to be better than previously displayed to hold me back. One thing you need to know about me is you don't make me hit my knees," I stated.

"Daniel, what are you talking about? You've shown absolutely no competition against me," Vlad replied.

"Before. But when I hit my knees, I come up swinging," I replied.

"You are not leaving," Vlad said, confident in his own way. I hate to tell him that he has no chance.

I felt the familiar white rings form at my mid-section and the cool yet comforting feeling of Phantom wash over me. The transformation took a matter of practically no seconds but the simple effect made all the difference.

"Daniel," Vlad said threateningly. But I'm not listening. I'm leaving! I may not go home but I'm not staying here.

I lifted off the ground, preparing to make a beeline for the exit. Vlad lifted off the ground as well but if he thinks he can out run—or fly—me, he has another thing coming.

A purple light encased Vlad then suddenly split into four separate Vlad's. This was my downfall at the reunion so I need to be careful. The Vlad's separated to corner me but he left a large area open. Sure, I have to go intangible, but I am a ghost. Hello!

I made my move, nearing the wall. I felt the weightlessness of intangibility… then the solid stony wall. I shook the pebbles from my hair, stunned. Then I felt Plasmius's leather glove and all went black.

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I awoke suddenly, my heart still racing one hundred miles per hour from the conflict and my head pounding erratically. I was lying flat on my back for some reason but when I went to pull myself up I was met with restraints. These, however, were not metal. When I pulled, a hot, burning sensation cut into flesh.

"Well done, Little Badger. That was quite the fight you put up. I had to actually plan ahead," Vlad's voice broadcasted from somewhere in the room. I couldn't see much besides the celling and the top of the walls.

I groaned. "W-What do you mean? Plan," I said, breathlessly. "How could you have possibly anticipated my powers giving out! It was luck," I spat, still breathless.

"Luck had nothing to do with it. I forced you to use your intangibility and when you went for it, I cut it off," Vlad said. I don't know how you can cut off intangibility. It's not physical!

"Cut it off? How could you cut intangibility? It's a state of mind," I asked.

I heard Vlad's voice cover a quick laugh, "Boy, you are really dumb. Remind me to check your grades after the New Year. Yes, intangibility is a state of mind. All ghost powers are. That's how I can control other's powers. Don't you remember when we first began how you powered up your ectoplasmic energy?"

"Yeah," I said slowly. I do seldom remember that. It's been so long ago. When Vlad was kissing me and unbuttoning my pants, I ecto-charged my fists to fight back.

"Yes," Vlad answered. "As soon as I put my hands on you, there was no amount of fighting you could put up. For some reason, mine is strongest in physical form. Even if someone can fight my control, such as you earlier when we were in step two, no one can resist the control once I put my hands on them."

"That's why you made me hit my head. I'd be disoriented…" I was catching on.

"Just like I witnessed when I threw you at the wall a few weeks ago," Vlad told me where he got the idea from.

"But I still don't get one thing. If you couldn't control my mind to restrain me, how could you stop one of my powers?"

Vlad groaned out, "This will be impossible to explain to you! The easiest way to explain it is like… well, no, you don't drive!" He groaned out again. "The quick version is—whether you get it or not—it's easier to control one piece alone than an entire board."

Vlad came into my sight suddenly, and took hold of my wrist. The constant burn ceased and he flipped me over until I was on my stomach. My other arm was still secured and moving it only caused the burn to intensify, causing me to hiss. Vlad took the free arm and pulled it beside my connected and bound arm, the burn returning. He then grabbed the arm that was bent in an awkward position, the burn ceasing temporarily, until it was positioned on the right side for this position. The pain lessened.

Now all I can see is a sight I'm getting use to: sheets. To my left is the area all this hell begun. Above me is the headboard but it's not as easy to view. To the left is the clean area of the sheets. I have to turn my head to see that.

"Well, I have insurance so nothing like that happens again. It's going on fifteen hours together and we've got seventeen hours before we go visit Dad. Let's get cracking," Vlad said. I couldn't see him anymore but I could tell he was right over me. I could only guess what he has in store for me.

I felt Vlad slip in my anus but it didn't hurt. Compared to the usual methods, it felt natural. I wonder if I'm still in ghost form—I can't tell. Vlad mentioned if we're in similar forms it feels better.

Normally I can tell by my outfit. If I see an arm then chances are I'm Fenton. If I have a black HAZMAT suit on, then I am most definitely Phantom (Mom and Dad only have orange, blue, white, green and purple). However, maybe he knows how to take my clothes off in ghost mode. I never figured it out.

My thought chain was severed into little bitty never-mind-don't-care pieces when an explosive feeling erupted. I felt my entire bottom half and my back numb over in excruciating pain. Finally, my mind went numb and I felt nothing. I heard Vlad grunting before but now—nothing. My vision got spotty and this hasn't happened since I became half ghost.

Everything seemed to happen slower. I watched the bloody mess move side to side as if I wasn't moving. It was like the bed shook but I floated above it. I looked to the door, wondering where Mom was. She don't need to come after all. This wasn't so bad.

I was completely numb. I no longer felt the burns. The bed continued to shake but I didn't feel it. A random thought occurred to me about pain and numbness but I couldn't piece it together. Something about the most pain you can't feel? How weird is that? If you can't feel it, how do you know it hurts?

It took me a second—or hell, an hour, I can't tell—to realize the bed stopped shaking. I felt something—that's good—burning. It feels like really hot water to normal people (that's how I feel it too! Before, I wouldn't have even noticed). I also feel the prick of a needle coming out of your skin (again, to a normal person). None of those two feelings has a location. At least, none I can identify.

Vlad came to stand beside me. My sight was still spotty, I noticed. I was beginning to believe they were stains.

"I'm going to leave you alone for ten minutes. That really took a lot out of you," Vlad said, sounding a little… I don't know. I didn't care. He was leaving. "I'm so sorry, Little Badger. This is the worst for you."

Vlad took my hands and placed them in front of me, alerting me to the fact they weren't restrained anymore. He looked at me then he walked away. Suddenly this… this feeling, this indescribable feeling hit me like one of Skulker's missiles.

I don't know how long I screamed but I screamed until my voice went away. I thought for sure Vlad lied to me and he was there. I hadn't heard the door shut but I rolled over and found the room empty. The burning water turned into lava, the pinch became the grabbing mechanism of those junkyard claws. The spots in my sight grew until I was looking around them to see. My hearing only picked up the blood rushing. Suddenly everything fell into focus for me. That random thought became crystal clear—there was just too much pain.

Now that my voice was hoarse, the tears began. I had no room emotionally for anger. I was hurt too badly. My rough, scratchy voice wailed with the tears. I was unashamed. I screamed and cried like a child getting their first shot. The only difference was, I'd take the shot a million times over this pain.

Hell, I'd shove it off on someone else. I didn't care anymore. Just make it stop. I wanted it to end. Vlad should have continued. At least I wouldn't feel the pain. I needed some kind of relief.

I grabbed my hair as a thought occurred to me. When I get hurt, I usually have the rings to turn me back into a human. That would then heal me but my hopes were dashed as I see jet-black hair. I'm already human. I don't know if the same works for human-to-ghost.

"Ah-Ah-I've got to—," I said, intending to finish with try. I decided to screw the sentence and triggered the rings. I didn't feel the usual feeling but what I did feel made me happy—relief.

So it works both ways. I always thought it wouldn't work in reverse because my human form was my normal form. I'm glad this worked out for me.

I came to my feet and looked at the door. Don't think, I did stupidly. I looked to the walls and triggered my intangibility. Beautiful, I thought again. Damn it!

The door swung open and Vlad stood casually in the frame.

"You are too stupid for words, Daniel. You are thinking even though you are trying not to. What I hear isn't the words you think in your head. I hear the brain synapses like the preverbal little bird. They're your snoops, not your actual thought words."

"So you knew what I was planning," I asked, defeated.

"Before you yourself did," Vlad remarked. My heart sank. "I'm still giving you your ten minutes. You have another eight left," Vlad said. He proved his point by giving me an answer on my next thought. His sentence slipped over his tongue before the thought occurred to me.

"Thank you," I replied. I wanted to kick myself for thanking him for this but I'm beginning to realize there is a lot he can do to me. He was right—I'd really mean it when I began to understand the gap between our powers.

Vlad exited the doorway and left the area. Running didn't even cross my mind because what's the point. He'd catch me. As a cruel reminder, I laughed at something I didn't find funny. He's listening now.

The first two minutes felt like there was a ten-pound weight on the second hand. The last eight however felt like the minute hand was intangible. Weightless. Vlad was back before I began to enjoy his departure fully.

"Are you ready," Vlad asked me when he walked in the door.

Without saying a word, I walked over to the bed. The center of the bed now resembled the left side. I laid down on the right side of the bed, positioning myself in the middle of the yet-to-be-destroyed side. I resumed the position I was last in, Vlad mounting me afterwards.

I felt his cold body temperature on my back and found it comforting. At least he couldn't do that to me again. Vlad placed his hands around my thighs and jerked me up. I closed my eyes.

Nothing could hurt me like transforming into a ghost. Vlad pumped in me 800 times per minute and I barely felt a thing. When he deemed it passable, he began 1200 times per minute. When he was done with Step 5, he started the really fast one.

I remember when pumping in me 1200 times per minute felt horrible. It doesn't even hurt anymore. When he was done there, he went back to 800 times per minute, but this time he pulled out after each one. He would go all the way in, all the way out—800 times per minute. I grunted and screamed ever so often.

"Okay, it's time for step eight," Vlad announced like he done every time he began a new step. I honestly don't remember what that was.

Vlad's hand went between my legs and I felt his fingers brush against my… sensitive area. I'd forgotten about that. Before all this, Vlad had done something that I never got use to down there. It was still down there when he started step three.

My back went stiff as a board and my breath caught in my throat. I felt Vlad pulling something huge out of me. I screamed for every inch that Vlad retrieved that thing. Finally, the sensation ceased.

"Stand up," Vlad ordered. Images instantly flashed in my head at his tone of voice—drill instructor. I jumped off that bed despite my aching thighs and sensitive area.

Vlad began the moving test. Every command got full attention despite what hurt. I didn't want the unit.

Vlad tested me. He wanted to stick that unit in my ass but I kept it up. I bet I'm breaking records I'm so determined.

"Place your legs apart. Put your legs together. Place your legs apart. Legs together. Legs and arms apart," Vlad was getting frustrated so he got cleaver. He almost got me but I figured out what he meant and done it. I heard him cuss. "Legs and arms together!" I followed suit.

"It's called jumping jacks," I told him with a smile.

Vlad glared at me then a light came to his eyes. "You talked when I didn't tell you to."

"Wait a minute," I said. I covered my mouth, gasped for covering it, then returned to the position Vlad had instructed.

"Finally," Vlad declared happily. He went for the area he put the unit last and brought it towards me. My pulse quickened.

Vlad, I know you can hear me. Please, I'm sorry. I'll do anything. Just not that, I'm begging you, I sent out telepathically.

"That's too bad, Little Badger. I've been waiting 30 minutes for this. This is my only chance to try it out," Vlad said. He put his hand on my back and I held my breath as he pushed me in a bending position.

When Vlad installed the unit, even holding my breath did little to ease the sheer pain I felt. Vlad spun the dial and the speed increased to nearly 20,000 times per minute. It wasn't too bad. I'd had thirty.

"Bend down with your knees straight and touch your toes on the right foot," Vlad instructed, not containing his excitement.

"Lift your legs up high in the air, straight in front of you and hold it for 10 seconds," Vlad said again. I did, counting the Mississippi's.

"Do a full split," Vlad said. I slid down for the millionth time this exercise.

"Okay. We're done. You passed," Vlad said. Of course! He just wanted to stick that thing in my ass.

Vlad cut the speed on the unit and removed it. If I remember right, I'm supposed to go fast on this one so I lay down on the bed. I just picked a spot. There's not a spot on the bed where my ass was that's not soaked in blood.

I felt Vlad climb on top of me once again, his hands sliding around my waist. Then I fell him plunge in me, pull out and go again. A thick, choking sensation filled my throat. I grabbed my throat out of habit. It's like he's right there.

It takes less than a second for me to start trying to escape. Vlad's hands slipped from my thighs and he struggles to hold me still. The silk sheets feel firm under my hands and not like the slippery fabric it was. I feel like I can use it to push myself out from under him.

Vlad wraps his hands around my upper thighs to hold me still but I can still feel his weak points. Vlad loses his grip several times.

I see it in slow motion—or rather feel it. Vlad is pulling away, he will exit me, and his hands flex out in the moment. Now's my chance. I pulled my hands out in front of me and as Vlad catches onto my plan, he's too slow. I'm off and about 2 inches away from him.

Vlad reaches for me but it's as if he's moving in molasses. I felt his hands on my ankles so I turned my legs into a ghost tail. I'm shorter when I do that so his hands have a hold on mist.

"Shit," Vlad says but it sounds garbled and distorted.

I float towards the ceiling for my escape.

I feel the intangibility I called for washed over me but my fists are outstretched just in case. I go through the wall and see daylight for the first time… then it's clouded by shadow of purple.

"I'm not losing you like I lost her," Vlad declared, grabbing me in his arms once he formed. I struggled but darkness began to consume me. "I need to find a way to short-circuit his powers. Damn!" All went black again.

XXX

I woke up on the bed just like before but I was on my belly this time. The burning sensation was back again and so was the splitting headache. "This time you'll stay in those restraints until we leave for Dads!"

I felt Vlad mount me, grab my thighs and enter. Then exit. He was back to Step nine. I felt every slipup. I could anticipate his next movements but I couldn't break those restraints. The pain was one thing but my headache made it worse. Not to mention the restraints. I screamed and cried with every plunge.

Vlad came on this step, the burns seeping everywhere. I swore my throat was melting! After a few minutes, Vlad was getting up and grabbing my wrist. The burn disappeared but Vlad had me iron tight.

Vlad folded one arm over the other and once they were just as he liked it I saw what the burn was. A red energy encased my hands and arms just like a giant glove. If I moved only one of my hands one hair too far I got burned.

"Red," I asked alarmed. I only see him use purple.

"Green is the simplest form. It can do damage but it takes a hell of a powerful blast to achieve destructive properties. Blue is next. It's much more substantial than green. A moderate blast could kill like shooting someone with a gun. Purple is third. It's got bite. You can also form it into shapes. Blue and green you can't. Red is the highest I've gotten. Red is like heat. Just being near it can hurt, hence the burning sensation. White is obliteration. One shock of white breaks things down to the cellular level."

"Amazing. So you created a bonding material out of energy. I never imagined," I was truly excited. Ecto-energy is my second favorite power, bested only by flight.

"Okay, enough lessons. Let's get busy," Vlad said, grabbing the unit.

"What's that for," I asked. We hadn't even begun yet.

"Don't you remember moving your mouth without being told to," Vlad said. Suddenly, the fire world seemed attractive.

Vlad bent me over, inserted the unit and turned it to level two. I use my powers to keep me balanced.

"This is going to be difficult with no hands," I reminded him.

"I won't give you any hard exercises. As for balance, that's why you have powers. I can't trust you," Vlad replied. Vlad outstretched his arm and green markings in a form of boxes and numbers appeared. Vlad held up a green beanbag. "Hopscotch?"

"You've got to be kidding me! How do I toss or pick up the bag," I asked.

Vlad tossed the bag to me, "Your powers. I'll give you time."

Like I believe that.

I started that bag for God knows how long. I've always used my hands to use ecto-energy and it was always in the shape of a beam. Vlad got so tired, he materialized a green chair to himself. Still don't know how he can create things with his powers!

"Up! Float up," I demanded for the hundredth time. No dice! "Come! Here beanbag!"

"It's not a dog, Daniel," Vlad said, bored. "Try using energy. Lasso it to you."

"How," I asked aggravated. I don't know what he's talking about. I looked around the room out of habit for a clock. I bet it's almost morning!

Vlad glanced at his watch and his eyes bugged out. "Shoot! It's five o'clock." I knew it. "We've only got 13 hours until we go." Shoot.

"Come on, Vlad. Let's just kick back. Get some sleep. I'm tired."

"Daniel, you can nap on the plane. I need to finish the steps and start the rules. I had no idea I gave you two hours to pick up a damn beanbag."

"Whatever," I said. Vlad grabbed the beanbag and I saw it melt into his hands. The green markings and chair done the same thing. "It's ecto-energy! You made shapes out of ecto-energy!"

"Yes," Vlad said, thinking I was dumb. "You are. I don't think. I said it can't take shape I didn't mean at all. When you use as a weapon, it always comes out as a beam but if you mold it, it can become anything."

"You can mold ecto-energy," I asked flabbergasted.

"Yes, you can. Well, at least you should. You're so dumb, I'm not sure you can."

I glared at him, "I'm not the smartest, that's true, but you don't have to rub it in."

"Okay, we'll get back to this when we review the steps again. Now, step number 11," Vlad replied.

"Toys or hand," I asked, getting them mixed up.

"Oral sex," Vlad said the proper term. Hand it is!

I lay down on the bed, on my back. The whole time I was on my back so that was a safe bet. Vlad climbed on the bed with me, the blood finally getting to him. He then began to play.

As long as he touch the nipples, ass, or penis we were fine. But whenever he touch my… sensitive place or kissed me I came unglued. Okay, it was only that place that made me go nuts. I just wouldn't kiss him back or sit still when he kissed me.

After he gave up on me just sitting there, he went to the last step. He used all the toys on me (some I didn't even know he used before). He got me to sit still with the sensitive area but when it moved, I fought so he went back to the beginning.

Vlad had sex with me as Masters again but this time I knew what it would cost me. I screamed when he transformed half way in-half way out but it was nothing compared to when he was all the way in me. I saw the spots again. Vlad's voice faded away. I felt like I was floating above the bed. And when he came, it felt just like hot water. I expected him to pull out of me but I didn't feel the prick. Vlad just started pumping 800 times per minute.

I couldn't really tell you how many times he was pumping. I just know the next step was 800 times per minute. All I knew was the bed was moving faster. That's when I noticed he went slower on the third step. But I didn't care. I was numb. Hell, I was a little happy.

The first thing I noticed was my eyesight clearing up. Then I could hear better, the pain become more focused and so did my thoughts. Then I noticed he was on step seven. I missed steps four through six. Then I felt him pull out and stay out. Step eight.

Vlad didn't put the unit in my ass but he started giving me the test. Vlad put the markings back on the ground and formed the beanbag. Not again!

"Okay, here's how we're not going to waste any more time. I will toss and pick up the bag. All you have to do is jump over to the square and back as ordered. Deal?"

Sounded good to me. But before I could voice it aloud, he threw the bag. It was while jumping on the squares I noticed what was so special about this hopscotch board. It was the ghost edition!

A damn wall separated the ninth square and tenth square of the board! Okay, go intangible—no problem! However, squares 26 through forty were on thin air. If it were under any other circumstances, this'd be a cool game.

When I made it back to square 32, the bag dematerialized. I stared at it, perplexed, until I heard Vlad yell annoyed, "Keep playing!"

On the second trip, the squares changed. It was more challenging as well. It had instructions as to where to put my foot (shaped like a foot no less). When I came to Square 41, it was a thin dot. "Tail," I heard Vlad call, annoyed. I began to enjoy the game after that.

The more we played, the more fun we had. Somewhere around game 15 I forgot what was going on. I was enjoying myself and so was Vlad. It was nice.

But all good things must come to an end. After Game 30, we quit. Vlad said we spent two hours on the first eight steps. Now we only had 11 more hours to go. Time was speeding up.

We only played five games of hopscotch, or floatscotch as I like to call it, after that. Vlad would do the steps and I'd miss Steps four to six every time. We did the regimen three more times, two hours for each one. Another five more hours left.

The 'sock' around my arms dissipated and Vlad came into the bed. Vlad was Masters again. He wrapped his arms around me, "I'm going to spend the next five hours with you as Masters. I have to get into character anyway. I will use this time to teach you the rules. Am I clear? This will be the last time we'll be together until tonight. You'll get the rest you need."

My place wasn't to talk. Vlad leaned into me, his full weight on top of me. It was awkward. I'm used to being on the bottom but not like this. Vlad's lips made contact with mine. It's the first time Masters has kissed me since that night.

I keep my lips perfectly still. I never kiss him back but Vlad is pulling me closer to him. His hands rub my body all over the place. Then I feel his tongue slip in my mouth.

I pull away.

"Rule number five: do not deny me. If I French kiss you, you do not have to return it but you cannot stop me from trying. Got it? Now, let's try again."

Vlad leans in for a kiss and his tongue invades right in. I hold it, not accepting nor returning his gift. But soon I have enough and break the kiss. Vlad grabs me by my neck and forces my head towards him harshly. Then, unexpectedly, he smacks me. However, in his hand is a hard object like a board. It burns—it's ectoplasm.

"That's what you get when you disobey," Vlad said coldly. I reach up to touch my face. It heals under my fingertips.

Vlad pulls me in again and begins to kiss me. This time his hands are the busiest. Vlad comes to rest right above me, his pelvis pounding beneath me. He runs his hands behind my back and begins to lift me higher. Once my legs are up to his chest, he comes in closer. He's just above my anus.

Vlad lowers me in the bed where we're practically at the foot then he enters my anus. I scream out. He's not that big but this is really awkward.

I can actually look him in the eye as he's fucking me. I think I now understood why more female rape victims report it than men. I'll never forget the look on his face. His pure pleasure while I'm screaming and crying in pain. How can I forgive him?

I can't believe a little over six hours ago I was having fun with him. How can anyone sit there and enjoy himself knowing he's causing me so much pain? How could I ever look at him and not remember this look? He's enjoying himself and I'm screaming for him to stop.

Vlad had sex with me like that for a long time. While I was begging him to turn me over, he went on about some rules like I wasn't saying a thing. I'm not allowed to deny him, defy him, disrespect him, I'm not allowed to tell anyone about this, I cannot date other people and I must come when called, obey him and respect and listen to him. If I disrespect him in front of someone, it's worse.

After he flipped me over he had sex with me the proper way. After a long time of that, he tried entering my sensitive area.

"No, no, no! Please, no," I begged as he inserted the tip of his human penis.

"You have to get used to it," Vlad said.

"Please, not yet," I asked, tears forming. "Please, give me another day."

"Sorry," Vlad said. He didn't mean it. He only inserted less than a forth up into me but I screamed out in agony.

"God, please. No, please. I'll do anything. Please!"

Vlad began to rock slowly to give me my answer. I screamed out in fear and agony as he did. Vlad held me down so I couldn't even wiggle. I think his mind held me too.

I've seen porn before (don't tell my parents—or Sam) and I know the rocking he's doing. It's the virgin sex. 'It's my first time' kind of sex but I feel like he's doing step nine. The pain is intense and if he slips any further in (I mean half a centimeter) and I'm screaming like I'm dying.

When Vlad finished having his fun with me, he's yet to cum. He sits up on the edge of the bed. "Daniel, it's time to complete your training. Blowjob time."

When Vlad pulled out of me, I went into the fetal position. I'm wanting to tell him that I can't even move but I can't speak.

"Daniel," Vlad ordered.

I can't, I sent out to him.

"Daniel, I'm talking to you. Come here," Vlad said.

I'm sorry. I can't move, I told him again.

"Daniel," Vlad says as if he can't even hear me. He turned toward me, "Daniel, answer me," he said hatefully. Then his expression softens, "Daniel?"

Vlad, you can't hear me, can you, I ask. I know he won't answer me but I don't know why. Can't he read thoughts? He even said he could read them before I think them. I'm thinking!

"Daniel," Vlad said, a little panicked. "Come on! Work with me here. Come back to me. Can you hear me?"

Yes, I can but you can't hear that.

"Daniel, even if I can't hear you keep talking to me. You are comatose. You'll be fine. I'll get you back."

I thought comatose victims were unresponsive and unconscious.

Vlad continued from his last sentence I didn't hear: "You slipped into your mind. I didn't know it'd hurt you that bad." Damn you didn't. I told you! "Just keep talking to me in your head." Can you tell me how you know I'm talking to you? "I can't hear you but you can hear me. So keep it up. The more control you get, the sooner you'll come back. Just keep talking," Vlad kept talking to me, repeating the same stuff over. He'd tell me he knows I'm aware but won't share how he discovered that knowledge.

I was really surprised when Vlad started to stroke my face gently and started telling me he was sorry. I almost believed him until I figured out his purpose. He must still be waiting for that blowjob!

I'd talk ever so often to him just to test the waters. Finally, Vlad heard me. I'm on my way.

Vlad was right. The more I talked with him the better it got. Soon, I was fully aware and responsive.

"Daniel, I am so sorry. I put too much on you. I shouldn't have," Vlad ranted. I lifted an eyebrow.

"Dude, chill. What's with you? You're raping me?! Rapists don't apologize," I said. Vlad's eyes went into that expression that said 'You're right! What am I doing?'

"Of course. You are my bitch. I should punish you for leaving your mind without permission," Vlad said. He still had the expression and I couldn't tell if he was serious or not.

I was already in his arms from him trying to coax me back. Vlad lowered his hand to my crotch after a moment to compose himself. However, he didn't go for the penis or anus.

"Wait a minute," I said when his hand balled up into a fist and started applying pressure to my sensitive area.

"You'll need to get used to someone touching your vagina. I won't have sex with it right away. We'll dedicate the rest of this hour to your vagina again. Then the next two hours will go to the anus and the penis. Then we'll go to the airport."

"Two more hours, that's it," I asked excitedly.

"That's it! Then we go see my Dad for two days. We'll be staying in a motel so we can have some time," Vlad replied. I was ecstatic. Just two more hours and this hellish nightmare was over.

Vlad used his fist to start to fist fuck me. At first I didn't feel it then I gasped in pain. Finally, he used his index knuckle to penetrate me and I screamed.

Vlad didn't stop there. He dug deeper until his middle knuckle was in, then his ring and finally his pinky. Once all those were in, he slipped his full fist in my sensitive area.

I threw my hands down to the bed to give me a push to get away but red energy encased my wrists and hands as soon as they made contact. Vlad had held me with his hands and mind before that and when I was comatose, he released me. Now, I'm his prisoner again.

Vlad began to push his fist in my area and pull it back to the beginning. He never pulled it out but I screamed, cried and begged him to stop. When I would get desperate, he'd stop to allow me time to rest. But he never removed his fist.

He'd get me to talk aloud to him. He'd ask me questions about myself and my family. He learned a lot about me that I didn't mean to tell him just because he could read my mind before I told him none of your business.

So that gave me an idea. I'd been seeing Vlad do this all this time. It's time to test out my mind reading.

It was quite easy to figure out I discovered. All I did was focus on Vlad and naturally, I wondered to myself 'what is he thinking?' I couldn't believe it when my voice came through loud and clear.

This is quite amazing. No matter how many times I do something, she always wiggles when I do it for the first time. I start this way, Vlad was pumping up and down. At first, I tried to struggle but I eventually grew accustomed. Then I switch to this way, and Vlad started flexing his fingers. She's wiggling, my voice declared happily.

Now watch when I go back to when we first began this experiment, Vlad started twisting his fist the same way he was before I was listening to his thoughts and I wiggled again. The best thing is this, Vlad pushed and pulled, twitched and twisted. Over and over—a new one every time. I couldn't get used to it. I started to breathe deeper. Vlad added some speed behind it. I came.

This made him giddish. Daniel is the best bitch I've ever had. She's got both: a penis and a vagina! This is wonderful!

I grew nauseas. Vlad was too happy. He liked it too much. I didn't have words but I could feel his thoughts—I guess that'd be appropriate. He had a desire. He wanted me—permanently. I closed the connection.

Vlad liked me. Not in a good way but in a way that's been screaming at me since the beginning. When I tried to escape him that night and I felt his cock pounding above mine, I sensed it. My pain is his pleasure and I may never go back to Illinois.

Once Vlad was finished with the fist, he laid me over on my back. He started slow but steady. First he just let the tip rest against it. It was uncomfortable but bearable. Then he let the tip push into the flesh. I grunted and tears filled my eyes.

Once Vlad was in the flesh, he let it sit there. I was breathing hard and crying but more out of fear than pain. When he pushed in, that was pain.

Vlad wasn't even completely in. He was only at the area of the cavity. He let it sit there but I continued to cry. The pain was there but the fear fueled my tears. I knew what was to come.

Next, Vlad pushed in the cavity. I screamed out in pain and cried uncontrollably. My fingers clenched the silk bed sheets but nothing ceased the pain. Before, when Vlad was playing with me, I'd get used to it but not here.

"That's because my penis is vibrating. If that vibrator had been turned on earlier you'd never got used to it," Vlad said.

"You have a vibrator in me," I asked. I was crying so it barely came out coherent.

"Earlier during the steps. That's what I put in your vagina," Vlad answered. "Why haven't you listened to me anymore? It's great practice!"

"So I can listen to your joy over my pain. No, thank you," I answered. I meant to say it as a retort but it came out broken.

"Well, I want you to listen to as many people as you can when we get on the plane. You'll have excellent opportunities," Vlad said.

"Yes, sir," I said.

Vlad kept pushing it in me until he went fully in. It didn't hurt as bad as I thought. I just moaned a few times—painfully. Don't get any ideas, Plasmius.

But after he was fully in me, he pulled out half way and made love to me. I screamed and cried but I didn't go comatose.

After that, he played with my penis. He did both forms—Fenton and Phantom. The most time we spent was exploring how to get it up.

That sounds dirty. I know it does but it's not what it sounds like. What I meant is it appears I don't have a penis in ghost form. You can see where it's supposed to be but I can't take my jumpsuit off and I haven't figured out how to pee as a ghost.

Vlad told me ghosts are like horses and our penises are up in a pouch that when summoned, comes out. I swear when I saw my penis do that I thought of the first Dragon Ball—powerpole extend!

So at six o'clock Vlad stood up and told me to do the same. Vlad walked out of the room and said we're leaving in two minutes.

I rummaged through my belongings and grabbed my phone. I had 2 minutes to do this or I may never get away from Vlad. I dialed Samuel's number and pushed send. I heard two beeps signaling call failed.

I tried to dial anyone. I even put the one in the front. Nothing worked. Maybe my phone's broken? I pushed the camera feature and took a picture of the bed. The picture took. I tried to text it to Tucker and MESSAGE FAILED. I couldn't get through to anyone.

Resigning, I went to my closet and grabbed some clothes and my suitcase. I got dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a red and white sweater—my school colors reversed. After I packed my suitcase, I put it outside the door.

Vlad came in the door holding a bunch of suits, shoes and ties. He looked at me and an angry look crossed his face, "What's that?"

"What's what," I asked fearful, putting my phone behind my back.

"Who told you to get dressed in those hideous clothes," Vlad asked. Vlad aimed his hand at me and a red energy beam flew at me… or so I thought. My clothes burned off.

"A white tee-shirt, a red sweater and two pairs of blue jeans died because of you! What did they do to deserve that," I kept my voice level but I was upset. That is my parent's money he's throwing away.

"Oh, hush Daniel. I didn't tell you to get dressed. Did you even notice you were bloody," Vlad said. Did I notice?! Who the hell does he think he is?

"Yes, I did notice," I replied, still keeping a hold on my temper.

"You need a shower and some decent clothes. Go shower. The bathroom is…" Vlad began.

"I spent four days in this castle last time. I know where the bathrooms are," I said, my voice coming out a little sharp. "I apologize. Please forgive me." I said in a more even tone.

"Very well. Go," Vlad said. I silently wondered what happened to 'we leave in two minutes'.

I walk into the bathroom and step into the shower. I turn on the spigot and water comes down over my head. It feels good until it hits my legs. I hiss!

Just a few seconds have passed and the water collecting at my feet is red as beets, littered with chunks of my flesh, tissue and some kind of white stuff. I gently rub my legs to remove the meat stuck to it. A fresh washrag sits on the towel rack. I grab it and the bottle of soap.

As soon as I place the soapy rag to my legs, I scream out, curbing it with a harsh grunt. I apply a little pressure to remove the skin attached. Finally, red no longer flows to the bottom. I cut off the water flow and wait until the red water goes down the drain.

At the drainage, nothing but skin sits at the bottom. I saw Vlad do it so I try to blast it away. The blast destroys the dead flesh… and the shower tile. Oh well, eye for an eye they say—or a shower for clothing.

I climb out of the destroyed shower and towel dry off. Then I go to the room.

The first thing I notice is the mattress is gone and so are the box springs. "Where's the bed?"

"Blood never comes out of a mattress so I vaporize them. I'll replace it like I've done before," Vlad said, nonchalant.

"Okay," I replied, not knowing what else to say. "So, can I have clothes or am I going nude?"

"As appealing as that sounds, no. Nude teenagers are frowned upon in society. But you will not be wearing those horrible clothes you brought! Here," Vlad said. He was dead serious at the beginning. Vlad handed me this swanky looking gray sweater.

"What's this for? It's a bit small," I said.

"It's your exact size," Vlad answered.

I took my attention from the suit to Vlad. "Mine," I asked, surprised.

"Yes, yours. Put it on. Hurry," Vlad said.

"Does it have to be suits," I asked, complaining.

"Do not defy me," Vlad reminded me. I thought it'd be deny.

"Okay," I resigned. I put on these tight underwear and it reminded me of a Larry the Cable Guy joke. Then I dressed in the boxers, undershirt, the long sleeved undershirt, the pants and the sweater. When I was done, I looked like a monkey.

"Very nice," Vlad said, circling me. I felt like a dying elk with the vultures going in early. The suit was too small for my liking. It fit!

"It's supposed to fit, child," Vlad retorted.

"No, it's supposed to be loose so I don't expose my muscles. I'm tone! They're visible!"

"You're also skinny," Vlad said.

"What do you care," I asked.

"What do the rules say about respect," Vlad added. Now he takes note.

"Do not disrespect you and to always respect you. Apparently, there's no middle," I replied.

Vlad backhanded me, his fist the only culprit. "Daniel, I will not have you be disrespectful to me and I will not have a starving bitch! We will do something about this!"

"Yes, sir," I said in a monotone voice. Vlad smacked me again, this time his hand encased in blue energy. "Sorry, sir." I replied more honest. The energy hurts.

"That's better," Vlad replied. "Okay, bring out your ecto energy like you're preparing to fire but just hold it there."

My ecto-energy formed around my hands, glowing and swirling. "Now what, sir?" I added the sir just to be safe.

"Think of a suitcase," Vlad ordered. I looked to the hallway where my case was but I didn't see it. "It's gone. Think of it, though."

Oh, great, I thought. More than two outfits; now it is four days' worth of clothes and two jammies. I begin to imagine a suitcase. The square shape, the handle on top, the two clips. Suddenly, my energy forms into a green physical object of my fantasies.

"Wow," I cried out impressed. Vlad on the other hand was not.

"Did I not say to imagine a suitcase, not a Hollywood prop? How are you supposed to put clothes in this?"

I looked at my creation again. It was solid—no opening.

"Okay, dissolve it," Vlad told me.

"Can't I keep it? It's my first materialization," I asked, hopeful.

"We want to forget this thing. Your first should have been flawless. Now, dissolve it," Vlad ordered.

"How," I asked, dejected.

"No longer see it," Vlad said. I looked at it and imagined my energy. It came back. "Now, don't forget the cavity."

I did it right this time and Vlad told me to pack my things. Of course, they weren't my things. I'd never own a monkey suit.

After we were done, Vlad put his hand on my shoulder. I didn't know what he wanted until I became very nauseous. We had transported.

Thank God, we transported into an empty alley because I threw up. Vlad looked impatient while I composed myself.

"Ready," he asked me.

"Yes, sir. Sorry for the distraction," I said, my stomach doing somersaults.

"Good. Now let's go before we miss our six-forty-five flight," Vlad said. We hurried to the terminal.

XXX

He failed to mention he owned the plane. We boarded this huge airplane that had tables, TVs, beds, a book shelf, chairs, and couches and stewardesses left and right. I do believe he had three times as many stewardesses as a normal airliner and the only thing I can think is how many people can he really transport. Why so many stewardesses? I didn't believe there was a man on the plane until the Captain and his co-pilot boarded. I should have known the women of his company would have the stereotyped female jobs while the men would have the notorious male ones. Sam would have a field day! The captain informed Vlad all was ready for take-off.

"Thank you. Captain; Lieutenant," Vlad remarked, nodding as he addressed the two pilots. The two gentlemen ducked into the cabin. Vlad looked at the women. "This is Daniel, ladies. Please allow him access to anything he may need."

"Yes, sir. Of course," one woman remarked. "Daniel, my name is Carol. I am the Number One Stewartest today. If you have any problems, please feel free to approach me."

I nodded, trying to appear grateful. Honestly, I was more than a little tired. "Thank you, miss."

"Carol."

"Carol," I corrected. "But I think I'll take a nap."

Carol smiled warmly, "Of course, Daniel. Allow me to prepare the bed for you."

A small group of the stewardess's were closing in on me. "He is just too adorable. Where did you find him, Big Daddy?" I chuckled to myself, I wonder where that one came from.

"He's a family friend's son. He's spending the week with us," Vlad answered.

"Well, he's definitely the cutest little visitor you've ever brought along. You should get some more children to accompany you," another girl remarked. I shivered inwardly. I couldn't imagine more children for Vlad to do this to.

Carol had pulled down the sheets, pulled a curtain around the bed and dimmed the light over the small room. "Shall you require anything further, Daniel?

"No, thank you. It looks perfect," I said. I walked into the area.

"Will you require a wakeup call, Daniel?"

"No. I won't be sleeping long. I'm just going to take a little nap," I answered.

"Wonderful. Sleep soundly, Daniel," Carol remarked. She pulled the curtain to and left me by myself. I removed the pants, sweater and long sleeved shirt. I finally climbed into the bed and silently drifted off.

XXX

I opened my eyes, looking around the room as I became more aware of my surroundings. I noticed a small alarm clock on a bedside table that read 8:30 in the morning. I felt so much better. But I continued to lay in the bed, not wanting to see Vlad.

I noticed outside the curtain, a rainbow's variety of colors spun around in a dance club fashion. Sultry music flowed in the background.

I decided against my inner desire to climb out of bed and go check it out. When I finished dressing, I entered the main cabin to see the stewardesses were pole dancing. I couldn't believe my eyes. How could he humiliate these girls this way?

Oh, please, Vlad remarked. They're not real stewardesses. Only Carol is. These girls are strippers and I hired them to staff my airline.

Do you think of anything other than sex, I asked him.

Yes, but sometimes I'm sidetracked, Vlad remarked.

"Care for anything," a young girl asked me. She looked barely nineteen. She was dressed rather suggestively.

I backed away. When she took a step towards me, I held my hands up, "No, thank you."

"Daniel, right?"

"Uh, Danny actually. Daniel's my given name," I remarked. I lowered my hands, hoping I wasn't making a mistake.

"Bethany, or Beth for short," she held out her hand to shake. I gingerly took it. "So, how'd you meet Big Daddy?"

I laughed at Vlad's nickname, "Him and my parent's went to college together. We met last month at the reunion."

"So you've known him for a month and he's taking you places. Lucky boy," Beth remarked.

"Uh, I don't feel so lucky. Him and I don't see eye to eye," I remarked, smiling awkwardly.

"Really. Funny, I've never known anyone to squabble with Big Daddy. He usually gets along with everybody," Beth said surprised.

"So, how'd you meet," I laughed, "Big Daddy," I said mockingly.

"He rescued me," Beth remarked. "He was in my club where I was working under the table when a raid broke out. I was underage. Momma's been sick for a while and expenses stack up. My boyfriend did say the only thing I was good at was shaking my ass." She sounded so human. I didn't believe anyone who could work for Vlad and do this could be one.

"I don't believe that for a second, Beth. You're boyfriend's an idiot," I said. She smiled at me.

"He's an ex now," she remarked, putting a strand of hair behind her ear. I put forth my best smile. It's time to get to work, Radar!

"That works for me," I said, locking eyes with her. "Uh, how old are you?"

"Sixteen," Beth remarked. I was flabbergasted. She was around Jazz's age!

"Really. Man, when did you start doing this," I asked.

"Five months ago. I worked at the club for two weeks before the raid. I would have been taken into custody if Big Daddy hadn't saved me. He saved my entire family. I know the state would have taken Liz," Beth said with sad eyes.

"I guess Vlad can do some things okay," I said, making her smile.

"Don't call him that on the plane. He's Big Daddy to us girls and Mr. Masters to anyone else." She was informative.

"Well, I'm a first, huh," I remarked with a smile. She returned it.

"You are different. You don't care to speak your mind," Beth remarked.

"Pretty girls make me fearless," I stated. She laughed a somewhat embarrassed, somewhat entertained laugh at my compliment. Damn, why can't I be like this at school?

"You are definitely something, Danny. Where do you live," Beth asked.

"Illinois," I answered. "An hour from the state line at Saint Louis."

"Wow, south Illinois to central Wisconsin. Quite a trip," Beth remarked.

"What about you," I asked. "Where do you call home?"

"Michigan. Just a jump over the Lake," Beth remarked.

I smiled at her and she blushed back with one of her own. "So, Vlad rescued you from the raid. How'd he do that?"

"That's a secret," she said, looking up at me through her eyelashes.

"A secret," I remarked, taking her bait. "Why is it a secret?"

"Big Daddy don't want everyone to know. He says if others found out—bad others—he couldn't save girls like myself. Not even all the girls here know."

"You can tell me," I tried my best face. It drove the girls at the camp crazy.

Beth started to melt under my heat, "You won't tell anyone else?"

"Never," I said. I took her hands in mine, her coming apart like wet paper.

"Big Daddy's a witch… well, warlock. He can cast spells and hypnotize people. He led me back to the back and made the wall become impalpable. We walked right through," she said, whispering. I couldn't believe it. He told someone else.

"Get out of here," I said like I would have before the accident.

"No, I'm serious. You can't tell him I told you. He'll deny it and fire me! Please, don't tell anyone," Beth said. She grew fearful. I may have gone too far here.

"Beth," I said, gently. "It's okay. I already knew. He won't hurt you for telling me."

"What do you mean you already knew," Beth asked, confused.

I took her hand in mine and gently pulled her to the bed and pulled the curtain. "Big Daddy," I said disbelieving, "Isn't the only one with special abilities." She looked at me strangely until I lifted her into the air with my powers.

"You can fly," she declared, loudly. I mentally hit myself.

"Shh," I hushed. "Remember what you said about Vlad? Same goes for me. You tell anyone else and I can't protect my town. They'll take me away."

"Where do people get these things from," Beth asked me, quieter.

I laughed, "My parents. Vlad had a lab accident 20 years ago and two weeks from now will be the fourth month anniversary of mine. The specifics are complicated but Vlad and I are alike."

"That's amazing. Big Daddy rescues girls and you stop bad guys. You're both superheroes," she said, exclaiming. I don't believe I'm a hero but I couldn't help but smile that she thought that.

"You can't tell anyone," I reminded her.

"You probably think lowly of me. I told Big Daddy's secret to you," Beth said, looking down.

"Not at all. I played dirty," I said. "I wanted to know if you knew his secrets so I pushed. I know you wouldn't tell anyone you absolutely didn't trust."

"I do feel like I can trust you," Beth said, looking me in the eyes.

"You can and I know I can trust you," I replied. We were inches from each other. I came in for a kiss. She closed her eyes and done the same.

"Beth," I heard an older woman call out angrily. "You have a job to perform. Stop flirting and get to work." That was a side of Carol I didn't see.

"Yes, ma'am. Right away," Beth said, fearfully. She looked at me apologetically and went out of the curtained area.

"I'm so sorry, Daniel, that she was aggravating you. New recruit!"

"No, she wasn't. It was my fault. I'm a bit of a flirt," I said, wanting to put the blame on myself.

"Daniel, you don't need to make excuses for Bethany. She knew what she was doing. Is there anything you need, sir," Carol asked me.

"No, Carol. I'm good," I said. I have a feeling Vlad's behind this. I walked out, Carol following. All the girls had stopped doing what they were doing before, watching Beth nervously clean up a table. Vlad looked on disapprovingly.

"Ladies, could you please go to the cabin. I need to speak to my guest about proper conduct," Vlad ordered.

"Yes, Big Daddy," the girls said. Beth walked away in near tears. I hated what he was doing to her.

Once the cabin door was shut, Vlad walked over to me. I glared at him, "What you did was senseless. She's a young girl!"

"This is your fault. You should have not flirted with her. You were about to kiss her!"

"She's a nice girl. She's pretty! She's my age," I said, my voice rising after every point.

"She's off limits," Vlad ordered, his voice growing dangerous.

"Why? Because she's yours," I demanded.

Vlad swung his hand back and busted his hand over my face, "No! She's not the reason she's off limits! You are!"

"That's what this is about. Me nearly kissing a girl," I glowered, holding my face.

"You've been on this plane two hours and you're already breaking rules. I said you are not allowed to date other people," Vlad said.

"And I told you I wouldn't listen to you!"

"So that's how it's going to be? As long as you don't have my penis in your ass you'll disobey me. If I can't give you a reason to believe me when I say this, I don't know what else to do. I am your master. You are to obey me. And if you don't stop fucking around, I won't hurt you, I'll hurt someone else. Whether it's a friend in Amity Park, Texas, or on a plane you just met!"

My anger turned to fear. I could protect my friends in Amity and Beth but Brit was another situation! How did he know about her?

"But for now," Vlad said, not caring about my anxiety. I felt my body go numb. I couldn't move as Vlad backhanded me, then turned around and hit me again. Vlad gave me my first beating, leaving me bruised and bloodied. "You can come back in, girls," Vlad said with barely any strength behind his voice. They heard everything.

A few girls, Beth included, had shocked faces. Other seasoned girls, like Carol, just looked at me understandably. Beth's face was tear-streaked and she looked at me with such guilt. Vlad took his seat, picking up the paper on the table.

"I told you girls not to mess with anyone Mr. Masters brings with him as company. Especially the boys," Carol said as an explanation. "Learn from Beth's mistake. She did that to Daniel."

"No, she didn't," I said. Carol looked to me from the girls. "Vlad hit me. Beth talked to me."

"You've still got fight," Carol asked me, shocked. Her voice was low. "After that!"

"This is nothing. I get this back home. It's his other methods that get me," I answered. I looked to Beth, "You done nothing wrong, Sweetheart. It's not your fault."

Beth took a wet rag and a cup of ice water one of the girls had and began to wipe the blood from my split lip. "No, this was my fault. I was told not to fool with Big—Daddy's guests." Her voice broke as she realized the monster Vlad really was.

"Don't bother," I said, taking her hand with the rag gently. "It'll heal, Beth."

"Not for a long time," she remarked, removing her hand from my soft touch. She dipped the rag in the ice water and applied it to my swollen cheek.

"No, in about a minute. The first hits have already healed." Her eyes widened but they focused on a particular spot of my face. "Something healed, didn't it?"

"You're like Big Daddy," one girl cried out. "You just healed!"

"Not entirely. There's some pain," I answered.

"Where do you two get these strange abilities," the girl asked surprised.

"Well, it's a complicated subject. We both had a similar lab accident. My parents are scientists and he worked with them in college." I glanced in Vlad's direction but he seemed uninterested in anything we were discussing.

"Amazing! The swelling is practically gone. You heal so fast," Beth replied, stunned.

"I'm trying to not be afraid of Vlad. It's hard because he's had his powers for twenty years and I've had mine 3 and a half months," I explained.

"You should be proud, Daniel. Everyone I've ever seen board this plane are already broken. You are not his typical one," Carol replied.

"I'm not your typical boy, either," I replied. Everyone's eyes widened and my pain ceased. "See, all better," I said, gently stroking Beth's cheek.

"How can you still be so friendly towards me," Beth asked, her tears finally dried.

"Because you're very beautiful and a few minutes ago you had an attraction towards me," I said. She laughed aloud and smiled.

"Do it," one girl called from the back of the crowd. Soon, all were cheering except Carol. She looked fearful. I wondered what she was thinking.

Don't they realize the danger they've put themselves in? These girls rooting for Daniel to kiss Bethany and Vlad is nearby! He can hear things that I'm not sure how he does. And Daniel! He's already taken a beating for nearly kissing her. Does he want another one?

"Carol's right," I said, pulling away. They all looked at me strangely. "I can protect you while I'm here… but I won't always be here. Vlad can hold a grudge. He still wants to kill my dad for the accident 20 years ago. I can't risk your safety."

"Or yours," Bethany said.

"If it was my safety that was only concerned, I'd already kissed you but I have to remember you don't live near me. I may never see you again after this. I can't chance him coming after you. You have your mom and Liz to worry about, too. Vlad could hurt them, too. I'm sorry, Beth," I said.

"If only we had met under some other circumstances," Beth said.

"No," I said, sadly, "If only we had met under some other kind of pretenses."

I looked in Vlad's direction again and while he appeared to be reading the paper, I could tell we had his full attention. I walked away from the girls, my heart sagging. I wanted to get to know Beth. I wanted to talk to her and find out her history. I knew her for less than an hour and I'm already thinking 'Paulina, who?'

XXX

I kept my distance from the girls, and especially Beth. However, I couldn't escape Carol.

"You said, 'Carol's right.' That's what you said. How'd you know that," Carol asked me, sitting down on the couch.

"Carol, I don't want you to get hurt. Please, go," I said, growing anxious. I tried to stand up but she placed her hand on my shoulder.

"Daniel, I've been with Mr. Masters for 19 years this spring. I've seen my fair share of his bitches," Carol told me. I looked to her.

"Nineteen years," I asked, surprised.

"I'm one of Mr. Master's oldest employees. I was 26 years old when he found me. I was trying to pay my way through college and I was moonlighting as an escort. Mr. Masters offered me a job. If I stayed with him, he'd pay for my college. I was young and dumb. I never realized the consequences."

I listened to her story intently. Nineteen years ago would have been 1985. Carol must be older than Vlad.

"I lived with Mr. Masters, he paid my college and I was provided for. If I knew he would have been like that, I would have continued to work two jobs. He was abusive. At times, I'd go numb he was so big. It felt like he put me in ice water. I'd lose feeling below the waist. He ruptured me so many times, I lost count but he always healed me. Then I got a boyfriend.

"That's when I learned of his abilities. He scared me he was so angry. I never told him about my boyfriend, he just flipped. They still can't find him. I think Vlad killed him. But Vlad didn't hide anything from me then. Everyone calls him a warlock. I call him a demon. Whenever he changes, it scares me, even now.

"Ten years ago, Vlad liked them older but when he turned 39 years old, he started taking them younger. I was 39 years old and one of his housekeepers vanished when she turned forty. I needn't to speculate what happened.

"So I went back to school. Told Vlad I wanted to get a flight authorization paper. I got certified and became a flight attendant. Six years ago, I became his number one stewardess. Mr. Masters killed every employee that turned forty except me. I had a use still. So until I can no longer work, I'll be useful. I have a few more years of life left."

I grew sick. Every one of these girls were going to die when they turned forty. How can someone seriously get away with that? How could someone value human life so little?

"Daniel, please, how did you know my thoughts? Please tell me," Carol asked. She told me a deep, dark secret—now she expects me to return the favor.

"Vlad can read minds—and he taught me," I answered. Her eyes lit with understanding and fear.

"Why do you stay even though you know what will happen," I asked.

"When you know your boss is a monster, a real monster, and your colleagues start vanishing on their birthdays you understand what's coming next. A dear friend of mine found out too late to make herself useful and fled. They found her. It took DNA to prove it was her, but they found her." Carol looked at me gravely, "Honestly, I don't know what's better. Having nothing to bury or buried in a tin cup. But if I run, I won't see sixty."

Carol stood up and walked away from the couch. I looked after her in awe and pity. Knowing your fate? I don't know if I could choose either.

The plane landed around noon at Daytona's National Airport. As we departed, I looked at Beth. I thought hard.

What's your address, I asked her. Without hesitation she thought of an address. I hoped to see her again. Maybe someday soon. The last image I saw of her was a small wave, mouthing 'I'll never forget you' and tears clouding her eyes. I could say the same.

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