Bait and Switch Retype - Complete

"I won't tell anyone," I tell her again, mentally thinking other than Shanna, who I'd already told, but I feel sure she won't say anything to anyone about it. "But I don't want you to go, either." My voice is soft, but firm, and she looks up at me, wondering. "You can't go, Donna. I won't let you leave."

I'm not sure whether her shudder is from the sound of my voice, or the authority I'm pouring into my tone.

"Wh—What do you mean?" her voice tremors, and I can feel myself getting hard already. "You can't—"

"You're mine, Donna," I cut her off, leaving no doubt about what's in my mind. "I'm not willing to free my slave." There is almost a pleading look in her eyes, and for just a moment, I think to back off. Then I look at her more closely, sensing her switches. Her nipples are rock hard, and her crotch is soaked. She's not pleading for me to back off, but to continue.

I take a step closer to this mentor, this woman who has been the subject of countless wet dreams over the years, and know she is putty in my hands. She sits frozen as I lift my hand to the side of her breast.

"No," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "We can't." Her heart isn't in it.

"Take off your shirt," I order her, and enjoy the shudder that spreads through her body, and know she's getting turned on more and more.

She shakes her head, mumbling something about it being wrong.

"I said, take, of, your, shirt, slave." I pause between each word, to emphasize the command, while simultaneously rubbing her stiff nipple through the layers of her clothing..

She breaks, and she's unable to hide her small smile as she grabs the hem of her shirt, and pulls it up over her head. "What would you have of me, master?"

A warm smile splits my lips, as I gaze at Donna's lovely chest. "I would have you pleasured, slave." As the word 'slave' leaves my lips, I can feel her arousal increase dramatically. "Take off your skirt," I order her next.

She's in complete submissive mode, and moves with alacrity to do my bidding. A couple seconds later, I'm admiring the barely clad body of Professor Donna Frankens. Stepping up to her trembling form, I look down into her brown eyes. Her head tilts up to mine, and I know she wants a kiss, but not yet. Reaching around behind her, I easily unsnap her bra, and pull the straps from her shoulders. A moment later her panties join the rest of the clothes on the floor.

The bell rings, and Donna's soft brown eyes grow large in terror, as the sound of students filing into her class filters through her closed door.

"Don't move," I order her, and she shivers again at my authority. I turn and lock her door, then look my slave in the eyes. "You're going to sit on your desk, and give your master a show," I inform her.

"But my class. . ." I can see her wavering, but I'm not willing to pass this up.

"A class you were willing to abandon," I tell her unkindly. "A class you were willing to leave behind, because you wanted to deny yourself of the pleasure that I can give you."

"But this is wrong. You're my student. I shouldn't take advantage of you." I can tell she's starting to worry again, as her arms lift to cover herself. I need to head this off quick, or I'll lose her forever.

I laugh, making sure I'm not too loud. "When we're together, slave, I am your master. There is no student/teacher relationship, and I'll brook no disobedience. Now put your arms down, and sit on your desk."

Her eyes dart to the locked door, and she hesitates for just a moment. I can tell when she comes to a conclusion, as she murmurs, "Yes, master."

My tool is hurting in my pants; I'm so hard right now. Whipping my large phallus out, my smile widens even more at the glossy look in Donna's eyes.

"It occurs to me, that my slave has been too long denied her own pleasure. A denial she has brought upon herself." I pause, just for dramatic effect. "It's time you learn that pleasure is not a negative thing. But rather, something that needs to be fed and nurtured." The confusion in her eyes is a beautiful thing. "Pleasure yourself, slave."

Comprehension dawns in her chocolate browns, and she glances at the door again, but her hands go to work. Her left hand goes to her right breast, pinching and twisting the nipple, while her right hand drops to her wet snatch, and immediately starts rubbing her clit.

Sitting in one of her chairs offers me a great view of the mature woman trying hard to get off. She's making small sounds of pleasure, as her eyes remain locked on mine. Occasionally she'll look to the door, and I know the danger of getting caught is increasing her arousal.

The bell rings again, but Donna doesn't even seem to notice. My hand starts to lightly stroke my thick rod, as I continue watching my beautiful slave.

"Moan," I tell her, not wanting her to hold anything back. "You need to let it out, and stop trying to control this part of yourself. Enjoy it, and I promise you won't regret it."

The students out in her classroom are talking loudly, which is good, as it covers the deep moaning that Donna suddenly lets out.

"Does master like watching his slave play with her nipples?" She asks me, still looking me deep in the eyes. "Does he like the way I make myself wetter as I play with my little pussy? Does master want to see what happens when I slip a finger inside?"

"No," I tell her, "I want to see what happens when you slip three fingers in."

Without any trace of hesitation, she slips the first three fingers of her right hand into her snatch, and comes hard. Her moans can easily be heard outside, and I can hear the class suddenly go silent.

Without a second thought, I create a memory switch for the entire class and flip it. The outside chatter starts back up instantly.

No headache occurs from such a massive switch, and I smile.

"Did master enjoy watching me cum on my fingers?" my slave inquires.

"I did," I reply, easily. "I enjoyed so much that my cock almost hurts. Come over here, and suck the cum from my cock, slave."

Almost inhumanly fast, Donna is off her desk, and her lips are wrapped around me. Between the eroticism of watching her get off, while her students are outside, and the whole master/slave thing, it only takes a few talented strokes, before I'm shooting down the back of her throat.

"Swallow it all," I order her, and she greedily sucks all of my seed from me. She even goes so far as to milk my length to get every last drop.

When she can finally get no more from my wilting member, she stands up, and looks me in the eyes, before unexpectedly throwing her arms around me, and pulling me into a tight hug. "Thank you," she whispers into my shirt.

"Get dressed, I tell her gently, leaving out the authoritative tone, "I think you have a class to teach, and continue teaching."

She steps back then, and a look of horror crosses her face, but I stop it, before she can say anything.

"No one knows what happened in here," I assure her. "Our secret is safe."

She looks at me dubiously, "How. . .?" then shakes her head, and gets dressed in rapid order.

Once she is fully presentable, I lean into her ear, and whisper, "I expect you to keep teaching. You won't regret it."

She looks me deep in the eyes, before blinking, and seeming to come back to herself. "I expect you won't miss any of my Math Club practices, Mister Xavier?"

I smile as the professor façade returns. She's going to be alright. I wish her the best of luck, and leave her office. I get a few glances from some of the students, but am quickly forgotten when there is a commotion outside the classroom. Running out, I have to grab someone to find out what's going on.

"Something's happening outside," is all the response I get, before I'm swept along in a tide of students heading for the exterior doors.

The sun hits my eyes, and combining that with the white snow all over the ground, I'm momentarily blinded, as a communal gasp sounds around me. Blinking to clear my eyes, I start looking around to see what the fuss is about.

And almost shit myself.

Floating a few feet off the ground are a couple of older teenagers, maybe eighteen or nineteen, one boy, and from the familial resemblance, I'm guessing his sister. In one of his hands is a floating fireball. She is scanning the crowd, and her eyes look odd, as if. . . yes, her eyes are the color and reflectiveness of chrome. Around each of their necks is a necklace that appears to be made of some type of clear gemstones, each one about the size of my thumb. They both have on white shirts and white pants, with matching shoes. Her hair is red, and tied back into a ponytail, his dark brown and cropped close to his head.

The girl's eyes land on me, and I shiver. It's almost as if I can physically feel her gaze. Her hand lifts and she points at me, and then both siblings are looking at me, and there is no mistaking the sensation that spreads across my skin.

They land softly on the ground, and start walking towards me. The smile that graces their lips would look peaceful, if not for the flickering glow of the man's fireball reflecting off of them.

There is no possible way that even I could predict what they do next.

"Prepare for trouble," says the girl.

"Make it double," the boy follows up.

I groan, as the rest becomes predictable.

"To protect the world from devastation,"

"To unite all people within our nation,"

"To denounce the evil of truth and love,"

"To extend our reach to the stars above,"

"Jessie,"

"James,"

"Team rocket blasts off at the speed of light,"

"Surrender now or prepare to fight,"

I stumble mentally when I don't hear the final line delivered by Meowth. That can't really be their names, can it?

"Pokemon?" I ask, trying to keep the derision out of my voice. "Really?" I can tell they're dangerous, and likely another one of the angel's experiments.

"We've been given god-given powers to cleanse the world of evil-doers like you," James snarls at me. I try hard not to laugh at the way he worded that statement.

Jessie fingers the necklace around her neck, before saying, "Each of these is a fallen soul. Each one is someone who've gained their powers from the devil."

Great, I think, religious fanatics.

"Submit to us now, and we will make your death painless," James spouts, and I realize these lines are rehearsed. If what she said is true, and each clear gem is another person with the gene that the angel's were activating, then they've already taken out quite a few people.

Only now, do I realize that there is a large gathering surrounding us, and that I'm no longer on the edge of the group. People are looking from the Rocket twins to me, and back again. Most of them likely think this is some performance being put on by the drama department. They don't know the danger they're in. Before I can think to warn the crowd to get away, Jessie speaks up.

"Answer our demand now, or we will assume your response."

I start to form a switch, in an attempt to turn off their abilities, but the girl with the strange chrome eyes shouts, "Watch out brother, he's attacking!"

Without any further warning, James throws the fireball he's been holding at me, and I have to dodge to the side, landing hard on the snow packed ground. I also lose the switch I'd been preparing.

The crowd "oohs," as a tower of flame goes up where I'd just been standing. Don't they understand the danger? I can see that those closest to the pillar are backing away uncertainly, shielding their faces from the heat.

"It's not too late to come to the light," James informs me, and I can see him preparing another fireball. It occurs to me, that these must be the two that have been burning some of the other experiments that Dennis had told me about.

Just to be contrary, I shout, "No thanks. I prefer the power of the dark-side." Okay, so I'm no James Earl Jones, but by some of the snickers in the crowd, my humor isn't completely obtuse. I attempt again to make a switch, this one smaller, intending to turn off his flame, and once again the sister calls out, and I'm scrabbling to get away. This time I'm not quite fast enough to escape completely, as flames start licking up my right leg. It only takes a second to put it out on the snow, but the heat had been intense!

I don't even bother trying to make a switch this time. I'm not sure what exactly the redhead is able to do, but those chrome eyes seem to be capable of seeing beyond normal sight.

It takes me a moment to get my feet under me, and I can already tell that my leg is badly burned. I'm surprised that they're giving me the opportunity to stand, until I realize that they don't really fear me. They know before I can attack, and act quicker than I can. In fact they're just standing there, waiting for me to either give up, or attack again.

What is the deal with these two? Flying, superhuman sight, fireballs. . . Wait a minute. . .

'Lela,' I send to the angel I know is always watching, 'How do they have more than one ability?' Thankfully the siblings don't attack, while I'm communicating. She probably can't see the transmissions from the nanites.

'They only have one ability, each. They are able to draw other abilities from those diamonds around their necks.'

'You mean that those gems are from the others they've killed?' I can't hide the shock that I feel.

'Yes, his ability is to be able to crystallize another's ability. Her gene allows her to see those with abilities. They are twins.'

Shit, shit, and triple shit! Basically I'm up against two dragons, with my kender of an ability. Well, if Tasslehoff Burrfoot was brave enough to do it, then so can I.

If only I had his immunity to fear. Or Raistlin. Yeah, the dark wizard would really come in handy right now.

Despite the cold air, there is no mistaking the steady trickle of sweat dripping down my spine.

Thankfully communicating with the nanites is nearly instantaneous, and only a couple seconds have passed since I regained my feet.

"Last chance, demon. Surrender now or prepare to fight," James intones solemnly.

The word 'demon', applied to me, sets my teeth on edge, and my decision is made. Not that I really have much of one to make.

'If this goes badly, please be ready to get me out of here.' I don't wait for a reply, before running right at them, doing my best to avoid the pain in my leg. I have enough time to register the shock on their faces; they were likely expecting me to run away, as I create a switch to solidify the air in front of me. Despite Jessie's warning, the shock of my brash action makes James hesitate just long enough for me to get the switch made.

If there was more time, I would have sighed in relief as the switch forms. I wasn't sure if it would, after failing to do anything of the sort while playing beer pong so long ago. My powers truly are growing and maturing.

James's fireball explodes against my shield, momentarily blinding me, and eliciting a whole new set of gasps from the gathered crowd. That crowd. . . That foolish TV brainwashed crowd. . . I shake my head, and prepare my next switch, hoping I have the time to make it, as I feel the switch for my shield start to burn. Now THAT is an uncomfortable feeling!

The switch to kill their abilities doesn't form.

"Brother, he has the ability to change the quantum state of things," Jessie states.

Quantum state? I've never looked at my ability that way, but it makes sense.

The last of my shield melts away in a ball of orange flame, and I start moving again, this time to the side. I debate on trying to tackle one of them, but for all I know, they may have superhuman strength stored in one of those diamonds. Maybe if I can get those necklaces off them.

A quick switch later, both necklaces' clasps let go, and they fall from their chests. The fireball that is already speeding towards me vanishes, and I turn to tackle James.

A couple feet away, I leap for the young man, and a freight train runs into me, knocking me aside.

I roll to the side, as soon as I hit the ground, and pain flares through my side. Bones are broken, I have no doubt. Looking through blurry eyes, I can just make out Jessie gripping her necklace, her hand outstretched in my direction.

"Nick?!?" I hear Shanna's frantic scream from the croud.

"Dammit!" I attempt to swear, but blood spittle comes out instead.

Finally, the crowd understands that this is for real, and I can barely hear them screaming in panic as they take off running. My ears are ringing so badly, that I can't make out the undoubtedly pious words James says as he picks up his necklace, and another fireball forms in his hands.

My body is too broken for the nanites to fix me in time, and I can see my death in that red-orange ball, as it flies towards my chest.

Shanna, I think, I'm sorry you have to watch me die.

Oblivion takes me.

 

Chapter 22

Yellow light is the first thing I notice, as I come to.

Good, apparently I made it to heaven, I think. I've never been very religious myself, but at least I know I was good enough to come here.

Flexing my fingers and moving my arms confirms that all my pain is gone. Silently I weep, knowing that Earth is now left to the demons. Maybe the countries will come together, and put up a good enough defense. It's a nice thought, but I know it's not really possible. Humans are too cantankerous.

Oh, god. Shanna. . .!

Pulling my legs underneath me, something doesn't feel quite right. Opening my eyes, I find myself staring at the burned remains of my right pant leg.

"What the. . ."

"Oh, good, you're awake!" A familiar voice spouts, startling me. Strong arms grip me in a fierce hug, before pulling back, and Summer searches my eyes.

"Good to see you too, sis," I try to greet her cheerfully, but don't have it in me right now. I'd lost. And to Team Rocket no less. "Thanks for coming to get me, but why are you here?"

Apparently she either doesn't like my words, or what she sees on my face. I soon find out it's the latter.

"You look like shit," she tells me. "Why don't you try to rest in the healing light a bit more?" I almost laugh as I see how tired she looks.

For a moment, I wonder if she'd watched my battle with the twins, and know that it's possible, as Lela is always watching me. I notice how upset she seems, and can feel her hands shaking on my arms.

"I'm sorry, I'll be fine. The nanites," I offer in way of explanation. They should be strong enough, and my body recovered enough to completely fix all of me. If only they could do the same for my pride. "Relax, will you? We still have some time before we face the demons." I try to get her to calm down, but my soothing tone seems to have the opposite effect.

"You were nearly killed down there, Nick! But that's. . . It's not that. . . Something. . . um. . ." Summer bites her lower lip, as she tries to formulate what she wants to say. "Lela's been incapacitated," she finally blurts out, and I feel like my whole world gets rocked.

"Lela? How—?" I demand to know, gripping my sister's arms now, and completely forgetting about the twins. I feel a knot forming in my stomach, as I worry about the gentle alien, but my logical mind takes over. If Lela is down, it's not a complete loss, as there are still six other ships. Ships that can't fight and I have no experience in leading. Maybe if another alien piloted. . . "Where's Harana?"

The fear increases in Summer's blue eyes. "She's taking care of Lela," she whispers. "She's also piloting the ship."

"What happened to Lela?" I demand to know again, wondering why Summer is acting like this, and then it occurs to me. "The eggs?"

She nods, and I can see tears running down her cheeks now. Fear grips my heart. Not the kids, too, oh, please not the kids, too! I have to get to Lela, I know, but I don't know how to open the hatch that leads to her.