The Battered Lamp Ch. 07

"Yes," Christy nodded. The sooner Aaliyah is gone. The sooner I can have Kyle back to myself.

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Kyle was on cloud nine when third period ended. Christy was willing to share him.

Between that happy news, and the knowledge he could have any girl he wanted, made focusing in class a lot harder. Sure he could have any girl, but he didn't want to force them. He wanted them to be willing. He wanted them to submit. Just like Shannon Coel had yesterday. A submissive girl or woman he could dominate and fold into his harem.

It was far more satisfying that way.

But which coeds were those? He stewed about it all through gym and English.

Since and he and Britney shared English, they walked to the cafeteria together. They didn't get far when Aaliyah appeared out of nowhere, hooking his arm and leaning her head on his shoulder. "How's your first day going?"

"It is an adjustment," she answered. "Though Ms. Franklin seemed nice."

Kyle grinned; he had the beautiful, fiery-haired professor last semester. "Yeah, I liked her when she taught me last year."

His wife laughed wickedly. "I bet you more than liked her."

"Fine. I jerked off thinking about her."

"Brother!"

Fatima ran up and threw her arms around his neck and kissed him with fiery passion. A few passing students sniggered, but none seemed to think it was inappropriate that his younger sister kissed him so thoroughly--Aaliyah's wish in action.

"So how did she take it?" Fatima demanded, bouncing on her heels like she was standing on hot coals. "Did she says yes? Please say she said yes!"

"She did." Kyle's grin was broad as his little sister whooped for joy.

"I'm going to eat her pussy so well!" she exclaimed. That prompted a few more sniggers and looks from the other students. "I'm so happy. Christy is the best!"

"Come on, she usually beats me to the cafeteria."

A wife on each arm, Kyle threaded through the hallway. A few of the guys gave him thumbs-up, and a few of the girls had bright cheeks and slight smiles. That gave a Kyle an idea. "Aaliyah, is there a way I can see which women are submissive? Ones that aren't in love, or have boyfriends or girlfriends?"

"The type of young woman you can dominate like Shannon?" Aaliyah asked, her lush lips pursed in a naughty grin as she brought up his latest concubine. Chyna's hot mom had submitted to Kyle yesterday and joined the harem.

"You're such a horndog, big bro!" Fatima laughed

"Yeah. I want to add a few more concubines, I guess."

Aaliyah nodded. "I'm glad you are taking this serious, my husband. You will be a powerful man one day, and powerful men need to prove their strength by having a large harem."

"Well, that's my wish."

The auras appeared around every girl. They ranged from the deepest maroon to the lightest pink, with every shade of red between. "The pinker the aura, the more willing to be dominated the woman is." Aaliyah pointed out a slightly chubby coed that Kyle didn't know. "See how pink her aura is? It's almost white. You could easily make her yours. But that woman over there with the bright red aura, she'd be very difficult. Anyone darker would be impossible."

"You are the best, Aaliyah." Kyle gave her a quick kiss.

They reached the cafeteria, and it was bustling. Chyna waved at them from a table that already had trays of food. She knelt before Kyle and his wives when they arrived. "Master, I've gotten you and your wives their food."

"Thank you," Kyle answered. More eyes were on them, and he noticed the coeds that seemed to be blushing and smiling were the ones with pink auras, while the women that looked disgusted had the red ones.

"You are such a lucky guy," Corey said as he sat down at the table. He was one of Kyle's friends. "How did you get so lucky to have two hot wives and a sexy slave?"

"That's three hot wives," Christy chimed in, her face a little flustered. "So this is your other wi--" Her eyes widened when she realized it was his little sister.

"Christy!" squealed Fatima. His little sister let go of his arms and enthusiastically kissed Christy. That brought a lot of cat-calls and wolf-whistles from the guys in the cafeteria. "I'm so glad you accepted."

"Y-you're one of his wives?" Christy gasped, choking on her words. "B-but your his s-sister!"

"So?" Fatima asked. "I've loved him longer than he's known you. And thanks to Aaliyah, I get to share him with you."

"I...what...?"

"And I hear you like to eat pussy," Fatima continued. "Just ask Kyle, I have a great tasting snatch! Me and Aaliyah will double your pleasure, double your fun!" She paused, like she was waiting for someone to say something. No one did--she sighed in disappointment. "Anyway, I can't wait to eat your pussy. Thanks to Aaliyah, I've grown to love it, and Kyle says you taste delicious.

Christy flushed, and Kyle pulled her down onto the bench next to him. "She came on to me," he whispered into her ear. "I guess I've always loved her deep down, I just never wanted to admit it."

"It's incest, Kyle." She still sounded like she was choking on a fish bone.

"It's love!" declared Fatima, her voice full of fire. "I love Kyle, and he loves me. You accepted his proposal, you're willing to share him, so what's the big deal?"

"I..." Christy looked helpless, then sighed. "I do love him. I can't lose him so..."

"So you'll let me eat your pussy?" Fatima asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Christy collapsed under Fatima's stare. "Yes. I guess I can find out if you're as good as your brother."

Lunch was a lot of fun. Kyle had Aaliyah on one side and Christy on the other, both smelling sweet and their bodies warm as they pressed against him. Fatima plopped herself on Chyna's lap and made the concubine feed her. Britney sat next to the pair, reading from a text book. His other friends laughed and joked and bemoaned their lack of beautiful concubines.

Soon it was time for them to go to their afternoon classes. Kyle had drafting, another class he shared with Britney. As they walked, his eyes kept falling on coeds with pink auras. He wanted to find the next girl for his harem. A blonde. None of his wives or concubines were blonde.

He spotted one as they neared their drafting class--Alexina.

"I'll catch up," Kyle muttered to Britney, his attention focused on the blonde girl and her lovely face set with green-eyes and red lips. Her aura was a light pink, not as light as the chubby girl, but still someone looking to be taken in hand.

Britney glanced at Alexina and shook her head. "Do you not have enough women, Kyle?"

"Nope."

"You should dump Christy, and marry Alexina. She will not break your heart."

He wanted to ask Britney why she seemed to hate Christy so much and pry that secret out of her, but Alexina walked by, and her rear was quite shapely beneath her tight jeans. He reached out and grabbed her hand. "I need to talk to you, Alexina."

"Oh, what?"

Britney just shook her head, and headed into the classroom. Kyle made his wish; no-one would interrupt them. He took her and pushed her up against the locker. She squirmed, opening her mouth to object; he silenced her with a kiss. She froze, then struggled harder.

"Stop resisting," he whispered when he broke the kiss. "You know you want this."

"Please, stop!"

"I can look at you and tell. You're a submissive slut that wants some strong guy to make you his toy."

She shook her head, curls of blonde hair--streaked with pink highlights--danced about her head. "No. Please, Kyle."

He froze for moment. Maybe Aaliyah was wrong? What if the girl doesn't want this? He stared into her green eyes. She blushed, licking her lips. Her struggles seemed to lessen and her eyes went downcast. No, he could see how much she really enjoyed this. Her hips wiggled, pressing her groin against his hardening cock.

"Please, Kyle. Someone will see us."

Kyle slid his hands down her side and unbuttoned her jeans. They were tight, and it took some work to shove his hands into her crotch. Her panties were cotton, and damp around her pussy. He grinned, and rubbed her.

"I know you want this," he hissed. "You're a naughty slut that just wants to be told what to do."

"I'm a good girl," she protested. "I don't want that."

"Then why are you so wet?"

"No, I'm not."

He jerked his fingers out, moisture beading on them. She smelled tart. He shoved his finger under her nose. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled. "Then what's that on my finger? Smells like pussy juices to me."

"Please," she moaned, her lips smiling. "Don't do this."

He shoved his hands down her jeans and into her panties. Her bush was soft and damp. She gasped as he shoved a finger inside her warm depths. "If you really want me to stop, then say, 'Kyle, I'm not a submissive slut, please remove your finger from my cunt.' Say that, and I'll stop."

His thumb pressed on her clit, she moaned a second time.

"Say it, and I'll stop making your naughty cunt feel this good."

"Kyle," she whispered. "I'm not a sub-submissive slut, p-please remove...." He slipped a second finger inside her, pumping them rapidly in and out of her juicy sheath.

"You didn't finish. You have to say the whole phrase." He paused, kissing her neck. "Unless you are a submissive slut?"

"No, I'm not," she moaned.

"Then just say the phrase!"

"Kyle, I'm not a sub-sub...oh, god!" Tears glistened in her green eyes. "Please, stop!"

"You know how to make me stop."

His other hand slid under her purple top. Her breasts were tiny, even though she was a Senior, and her little A cups didn't need a bra for support. Her nipple felt tiny beneath his fingers, a little pebble for his fingers to play with.

"You're a submissive slut, aren't you?" he demanded, pinching her nipple. "Just admit it. Ask to be my concubine, and I'll treat you just like you've always fantasized about alone in your bed. I'll make you my slut. I'll degrade you, humiliate you. I'll make you mine!"

"Yes," she moaned, bucking against the lockers as she came. "Yes. I'm a submissive slut. Oh, god! I've always thought about it. It makes me so hot just thinking about being used by a strong man."

"Then you'll be my concubine?"

"Yes! Do whatever you want to me."

"Get on your knees and suck my cock like the bitch you are."

She dropped to her knees and unzipped his jeans with great haste. Her green eyes shone with lust, and she kept licking her red lips. She stared in awe at his cock, then engulfed it with her mouth and sucked him like her life depended on it. He leaned back against the locker, stroked her blonde hair, and savored the girl's mouth.

"That's it, dirty whore," he groaned. "You're a good cocksucker."

Her tongue swirled around his tip, and then she bobbed her head. Her hand shoved into her pants, rapidly frigging herself. He enjoyed her blowjob for a few minutes until he felt his balls boiling. He roughly shoved her off his cock.

"On your knees. Then beg for me to fuck you like the dirty bitch you are."

She shoved her jeans down her hips, followed by a pair of white panties. Her ass was flat and pale, and her pussy was easily visible through her downy, gold pubes. She had fat lips that, dark red, surrounding the pink of her gash.

"Fuck me like the dirty bitch I am," she moaned, looking at him. "Please, Kyle."

"You're my bitch forever, right?"

"Yes!" She wiggled her ass at him. "I'm so horny. Please. I've never been so horny in my life. Use me as your fuck toy. Cum in me or on me, I don't care. Just fuck me!"

He knelt behind her and shoved his cock into her tight hole. He savored her spongy flesh as he pounded her cunt. His balls slapped against her clit, and she howled like a wild animal. He grabbed a lock of her blonde hair, pulling on it as he rode her tight ass.

"Fucking whore," he groaned. "I want to feel you cum on my cock. I love feeling a dirty bitch cum on me."

"Yes," she moaned, slamming her hips back. "Fuck me harder. I'll cum. I'm so close. Oh, god. I've never been fucked this hard."

The empty hallway echoed with the slap of their flesh, and their animalistic grunts. He fucked her hard, just like she begged, and she quickly arched her back and came hard on his cock. Her cunt squeezed down on him, making her canal a wonderful paradise to plunge into.

"That's it, my dirty, little whore. You came because I treated you like a bitch."

"Yes," she screamed. "I'm your dirty bitch."

He pulled out of her and yanked her hair until her cheek rubbed against his cock. Then he jerked his fist furiously up and down his greased shaft. The pressure grew and grew and grew, then he erupted on her face. White strands streaked across her cheek and forehead, dripping thick down her face. Another blast landed in her blonde hair, and the final one landed on her purple blouse.

"You're going to wear my cum all day, bitch," he grunted--with Aaliyah's wishes he felt invincible. He could live out whatever perverted fantasy filled his mind. He didn't have to bury them in the depths of his soul because of society's judgmental rules.

"Oh, god, everyone's going to see." Her lips curled into a slight, pleased smile.

Kyle grinned at her. "And you'll tell them exactly who's cum it is, won't you?"

"Yes!"

He nodded. "After class, I'll speak to your parents and have them sign a concubine contract so it'll be official."

"Yes, Kyle."

"Master," he corrected.

"Yes, Master. But, um, my parents live down in California."

Kyle winked at her and pulled her to her feet. He helped her pull up her jeans, then they walked into their drafting class; Professor Wilkie was not pleased that they were late. "Miss Kendrick, you will wash your face clean this instant!"

"I can't do that," she answered, wilting beneath the professor's demands. "I'm Kyle's now. And he wants me to wear his cum proudly."

Professor Wilkie's face went red and he spluttered. "That's it. We're going to see the Dean this instant."

Kyle gave the professor an insolent grin. "Will we?" Aaliyah, I wish to be out of trouble with Mr. Wilkie.

I can't change that now, my love, her worried thought sent back. It's too late. You've been caught.

Kyle groaned, he was learning all about Aaliyah's limitations as he marched behind the professor. So I have to make a wish not to get in trouble before I have my fun?

Yes. Oh, I hope it's not serious?

Kyle had a sinking feeling it would be as he looked at the glowering face of Professor Wilkie.

Dean Burke was a distinguished looking man, his black hair just graying, and in great shape for a guy in his fifties, or even his thirties. And he did not look pleased, especially when he saw what decorated Alexina's face.

"I'm surprised to see you here, Kyle," he spoke.

Kyle flushed. "Sorry. Alexina and I...well, she's my new concubine. And I'm afraid we got carried away."

"And that's why your semen decorates this young woman's face?"

"Yeah."

"He won't let her clean it off," Professor Wilkie interjected. "The little degenerate--"

Dean Burke cut him off with a wave of his hand. "I'll take care of this, Wilkie. Get back to your class."

"Fine." Kyle could hear the professor muttering under his breath as he left. "Kids these days."

Dean Burke's eyes fell on Kyle, and he shrank in his chair. "I'll have Alexina clean herself up. She shouldn't be in trouble. She was just obeying me."

"Of course. Go clean up and head back to class, young lady."

She gave Kyle a fond look then retreated out of the class.

The Dean stared at Kyle, his brown eyes felt like augurs boring into him. Kyle squirmed, running a hand through his black hair. Finally, Burke spoke: "Kyle, I know it's hard at your age to resist your hormones. And having women at school with whom you have a sexual relationship can be quite a distraction, but you can't do those sorts of activities at school."

"Of course, Dean Burke. I'm sorry."

"These activities should be saved for the privacy of your bedroom, not our school."

"I am really sorry, sir," Kyle muttered. "It won't happen again."

The Dean nodded. "I should put you on academic suspension, but you've never been in trouble before. So I'll let you off with a warning. This time." His voice grew hard.

Kyle nodded, "Of course, sir."

"You're a good kid, you have a fine future. And it starts in college. So keep those hormones under control."

"I'll do better, sir." Next time I'll make sure I don't get caught, Kyle blinked, realizing he missed what the Dean just said. So he nodded, and took the Dean's proffered hand, wincing; The old man had an iron grip, and he felt a warm flush of shame. All those years of martial arts, and the fifty-year-old had a better grip.

"How's your wife settling in?" the Dean asked.

"Aaliyah seems to be fitting in fine, sir."

"Good, good. She seems like a great girl. I'm thrilled to have her at the school." A sly grin appeared on the older man's lips. "Just keep it in your pants, okay."

"Yeah."

"Okay, you can head back to class."

Alexina waited outside for him, her face still damp. She hugged him, and he felt a little better. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

"It's not your fault. I just got carried away."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Christy walked into the biology lab after school. Ms. Franklin and the rest of the coven waited. They stood in a circle, and she took her place between Opal and Sable.

"What's going on?" Sable asked. "I thought we weren't supposed to meet on campus."

"Amber has news," Ms. Franklin answered, looking at Christy.

"The Genie is the new girl," Christy said.

"Really, Lexie?" Onyx asked.

Christy blinked. "Who?"

"Lexie Lyndon, I think's her name. She's a brunette with curly hair. She transferred in today. I have chemistry with her."

"No. Aaliyah. Kyle's wife." She grimaced, hating to say to call the Genie that. The stupid slut is stealing my Kyle and I am not going to stand for that!

"Oh her?" Garnet piped in, running a hand through her thick, black hair. "She's in my gym class. She seems so...normal."

"Amber has convinced me," Ms. Franklin added. "So we need to figure out how we're going to capture her. Ideas?"

"I have a plan." All six other members of the Coven looked at Christy as she explained how they were going to capture the Genie and drain her powers. Christy wasn't sure what would happen to Aaliyah after that. They wouldn't kill her, right? She'd just go back to being a human.

And then Kyle will go back to his normal self and love only me!

To be continued...