Words in Sand Ch. 02

(Note: all characters are 18 and over)

Introduction

College student Grayson Nichols finds an unmarked package at his doorstep. Inside, a copper ornamental box contains a statue holding a small bowl. Instructions translate before his eyes and read:

Fill the bowl with sand and write a command.

The command must be legible.

Write as many commands in a day as you wish.

A person cannot be commanded more than once a day.

A person cannot be commanded for more than 137th of a day.

A person must be properly identified.

Now, Grayson suspects he's damned, but he intends to see how far he can bend the world to his will. Marcus Aurelius once said, "A man's worth is no greater than his ambitions." If that's true, Grayson may have the highest net worth on the planet.

Hampered only by an old injury at the hands of a bully, he fills the bowl with sand and starts writing.

Chapter 2

Amy stood beside his bed naked. She couldn't move except to glance worriedly down as Grayson Nichols cupped his hand over her pussy. He slid his fingers back and forth along her wet slit until she moaned. To say he savored the downfall of his stepsister was an understatement.

He looked down at his erection. "I'm sorry, Stepsis, I have to save my energy for a couple of girls in class."

She didn't answer but stifled a moan as the tip of his finger flicked her clit.

"I'm getting pretty good at knowing what does it for you, aren't I?"

After a moment, she said. "Yes."

"I'm going to be frank with you. Is that okay?"

"Yes." She was dripping wet, and her pussy began to fill the quiet room with its sound.

"Okay, good. I'm not going to force your body to do anything. Not if I don't have to."

Her eyes widened slightly, perhaps in hope. She said nothing just waited for him to continue.

He slid two fingers into her. "I want you to serve me. To be a good little slave."

The hope in her face faded. "I don't want..."

He cut her off. "What you want is irrelevant. How about I have you go suck the neighbor off? And trust me, it can get much worse than that."

"For how long?"

He let the slosh of her pussy linger before he responded. "Forever. But don't worry, I have big plans. And I won't have much need of your time. Perhaps we'll both benefit from my... upward trajectory."

He started moving his fingers faster right when he needed to. He was starting to know her body well. She couldn't stand still as an orgasm shook through her body.

She closed the door behind her, and he sat up. Pain exploded in his knee and hip. Though he was a young man, the injury his bully had given him would never go away. He limped to the bathroom, mostly sliding his foot. The mornings were particularly bad. A cane would help, but it was out of the question. He would steady himself even if it meant a fall now and again.

He got ready and looked in the mirror before heading out. "Today's a big day. I look pretty good if I don't say so myself."

He truly enjoyed the World Civilizations class. The classroom of seventeen would have the privilege to meet their new tyrant. Tiffany started showing up again. The poor girl seemed downtrodden. Well, she would learn to accept her place and eventually, as all people do, learn to enjoy it.

Professor Cruz stood, straightening her glasses. She wore a white blouse that hugged tight around her bosom. "Pirates. Not the arr matey ones you're used to, but the pirates of the Mediterranean who preseeded the Age of Sail."

Grayson checked the time. It was five minutes away from the event. But boredom became less and less of a problem.

Last night, he had brought the statue out, filled the bowl with sand, and wrote furiously. One command in particular had been wasted daily, but not this day.

Tiffany's skirt wasn't short, but she opened her legs enough to show her white panties plainly. Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open. She made eye contact with him and looked away.

Oh, Tiffany. You should have dropped the class. But here you are, under the control of my words. I didn't mean for Oliver and David to take advantage of you, but such is life.

Tiffany closed her eyes and grimaced. Her hand pulled her skirt higher and then reached to pull her panties aside. She masturbated and would continue to for the next ten minutes.

The time is nigh.

Oliver and David barged in with smiles on their faces. They were three seconds too early. David opened a duffle bag.

Cruz swung angrily and pointed a finger. She looked about to yell at them for interrupting her class, but the command settled on her, and she slackened. Her hand dropped to her side. "Meet the pirate crew. They will help us do a reenactment." She shuffled through the papers on her desk until she found the paper Grayson had handed in.

Tiffany caught a few eyes now. Two guys and a girl stared back at her ambitious fingering. Guys tapped on each other's shoulders, pointing to the display.

Grayson felt his dick stiffening. I love it when a plan comes together.

Cruz stepped forward. "Grayson here will be the captain since he has a fucked up leg."

Grayson pushed himself from the desk. "Thank you, Professor. I will do my best to be ruthless and unscrupulous."

Cruz waved Oliver and David forward. "Now, tie me up. And class, follow the instructions, please." She handed a paper to David.

Oliver put a gag in the professor's mouth and fastened it. He pulled ropes from the bag and tied her up.

David read uncertainly, "Class, a pirate vessel has taken hostages of the women. Tie them up and line them along the whiteboard."

Without protest and by design, the girls walked up to the front of the class to be tied up individually. Tiffany slipped her fingers free and walked up to be tied. If they'd taken any longer, the time might have run out.

Soon, eleven women, including the professor, lined the whiteboard. Now, Grayson's understanding of human nature would be tested. The six other guys in the class could ruin this debauchery if they didn't embrace their baser instincts. Tiffany had warmed them up, and now Cruz must seal the deal.

David read instructions, from taping a piece of paper over the small door window and locking the door to forming groups. Then he got to the meat and gravy. "Pirates often humiliated their captives. Have the captain spank me ten times over the desk. Take liberties as would a pirate in your situation."

All chatter ceased. The girls made no noise through their ball gags, but their eyes followed Grayson's every movement as he cleared the desk.

Cruz bent herself over it.

He slapped her ass hard. "Well, that's disappointing. I would expect a loud noise and a grunt."

David raised the paper. "Liberties, Captain."

"Ah yes, take her pants down."

The six guys' jaws dropped as her slacks pooled around her ankles.

Grayson yanked down her black panties and slapped her ass again. It cracked in the quiet. Her yelped. He spanked her till her ass was red, and she howled against the gag. "Tie her bent over like this to a student desk."

Oliver and David carried out his order.

Grayson looked at his fellow male classmates. Yes, they were hungry. People are genuinely despicable, and I'm glad for it. "What's next?"

The first to pick up the paper was Mark. He stared wide-eyed. He cleared his throat. "Stip the captives of their garb."

This is the moment. Come on, you fucking perverts. I don't need to command you. You want to do this. You just need me so you can act.

They shuffled and glanced at the girls. Many looked at the masturbater Tiffany. They looked at each other.

Come on. Be mine.

They lifted Tiffany's skirt and groped her firm ass. Soon, her skirt rose above her waist, and her panties came off.

David rubbed his fingers together. "She's so wet. Captain, can I fuck her?"

Grayson smiled. I have them. "Make it so."

David pulled out his cock and jammed it into Taffany. She protested through her gag, but nothing would stop the man until he was done hammering.

Grayson watched the girls lose their clothes. One by one, some fair, a few dark, eleven girls stood completely naked and helpless. "These three are mine." He pointed to Heather, Malisa, and Emma. He slid his leg closer to Malisa. She had massive tits for her comparably thin waist. A tan gilded her skin, though the line at her cleavage hinted at pale tits. Her hair was short, but she still looked as feminine as they come. "Oliver and David, attend me. Lay Malisa on her back on the desk."

His cronies did so.

Grayson ran his hands along the peaks and valleys of her body. She was full in all her curves. He could have groped her forever, but it was time for business. "Part her legs."

She shook her head and yelled against the gag, but the two men held her legs wide apart, wide enough the tendons stood out beside her pelvis. Her eyes widened as Grayson's large dick appeared.

Grayson bent down and had a taste. It tasted like victory. He stood up and pushed the head of his dick against her pink hole. Her pushed her pillows together as he began the stretch process with each shallow thrust.

All around the classroom, his men went to work on the girls.

Then, Grayson demolished through the blockade. His vessel sailed into the deep. Her eyes couldn't go any wider as he fucked her.

A knock at the door froze everyone. Cocks almost stopped as they slid in and out of pussies.

Then, a key rattled in the lock, and the door came open.