Pandora's Box (Open - Inquire Within)

[Mephistophelily]

"Please pass your tests to the front of the room..."

Pandora's head raised slightly as the professor's voice rang out, swallowing down as she hesitantly lifted the blank page towards the guy in front of her. Class was ending-which meant she'd have to stand up-

Oh god, she couldn't do that. She could barely get her legs to move, standing would be impossible...

She closed her eyes as Pithos taunted her again, whining slightly in her throat as he gave her some freedom from his probing tendrils, leaving just one to linger and tease against her clit. Her nails dug into the top of her desk, trying to keep composure after what he had done and ignore her body's plea for relief. She didn't want it, she knew she didn't, and she cursed herself out for even letting the idea of it drift into her mind.

The wet trail he left on the insides of her thighs made her shiver, her legs clamping together quickly beneath the desk as he removed himself from his hiding spot. His newest comment lingered in her head as she tried to keep quiet over his toying motions, gasping softly over both the pleasure he was bringing to her and the conditions he offered.

"I-I can't-"

She bit down on her lip as the guy in front of her turned, looking at her with a rather confused expression. "Dora, you ok? You look, like, sick or somethin'..."

"Something like that," she agreed hastily, her breaths a bit more ragged. *Whatever, ok?! Whatever you want- Just please stop! Please don't make me cum in front of all these people....*

 

[Mister J]

"As you wish..."

The tendril released it's grip on her most sensitive spot and slithered back down her leg, licking at the wetness left behind previously on it's way. Finally it disappeared back into her shadow. Before she let go of the paper, words in black ink appeared in the answer spots. As this happened his voice echoed once more in her mind.

"Your test has been completed, all of the answers correct."

He wouldn't tell her that he was only able to do it because of her shadow overlapping the teacher's when she entered the classroom. In that moment he was able to peer into the teacher's mind and pluck the answers from it. Pithos would rather she guess at the potential of his abilities.

"Now, get to a restro--."

He stopped suddenly, feeling an odd presence nearby. It struck him like a flash of light, someone was close and getting closer. There was no way of him knowing who or what it was, but what he did know is that it wasn't good for him. The tingling sensation he felt, filtered up to Dora.

"You need to get to the roof right now."

There was an urgency to his voice which told her something was wrong.

"You may be in danger."

A lie, obviously, but it was the only thing he knew would get her to move without any questions. Humans were easily predictable creatures. Whenever their life was in danger they would do anything to save it. This should be no different.

 

[Mephistophelily]

A relieved puff left her lips as he finally stopped, getting up slowly from the desk and heading towards the door. As she waited for the rest of the students to trickle out, she glanced towards the teacher flipping through the tests, confused at first as he gave a nod in her direction. "I'm surprised, Pandora. You actually finished. And from what I've seen... so far, so good."

Pithos' explination crept into her ears then, a light smile on her face. An apology on his part? "Well, sometimes these things just come to you, sir..."

*Thank you. For- the test, not... what you did before that.*

Pushing her way into the hall, she started towards the restroom, only for a strange feeling to run through her back, as though she had just gotten shocked with something. *Pithos, what're you-*

It wasn't him. There was concern in the sudden blurting he shared with her, demanding she get to the roof of the college. The rooftop? How the heck did he expect her to get up there? She shook her head quickly, pausing as he explained further.

"You may be in danger."

"What...?" That urgent worried tone was still there, something she wasn't about to doubt from him. "I'll try." She realized she was speaking aloud as another girl passed by her, giving her a rather strange look. Dora simply laughed, tapping her ear through her hair. "Bluetooth. Sorry."

Continuing down the hall, she found one of the emergency exits, testing it with a gentle shove. No buzzer. Well, that was a good sign. Slipping through the door to the darkened stairway, she started upwards, talking to her onboard companion as she did so. "Mind explaining this to me? What was that all about? What shocked me, if it wasn't you?"

 

[Mister J]

As she ascended the dimly lit stairwell, Pithos contemplated the impending encounter with whoever they had sent after him. He wondered though, how they knew he had returned. Perhaps he would find out soon enough. Her questions caused him to sigh inwardly.

"All gods can sense each other. We all give off a certain distinctive aura."

He realized he had let slip his own godhood and before she could interject, he continued on.

"I, myself, am not a full fledged god but a demi-god. A half-breed as I've been called."

There was a slight pause after that as if he had been thinking of what to say next, but soon enough he spoke again as they neared the roof.

"I am not sure who it is, but in any case, you are at risk...This will protect you."

A black ring formed around her neck as if it had come through her own skin. It was thin at first, but then grew into the form of a collar with no buckle or clasp, just a solid strap. On the front was a silver-metallic crest with intricate designs and protective runes, similar to those that she had seen on the chest he had been released from. What he didn't inform her of, was that this collar was the second part of her pact with him now that she had given him mastery over her body and soul. As long as Pithos remained alive, she was immune to the magics of the Gods. The collar would fend off any attacks via a crimson hued shield that would appear just before any attack strikes her. It surrounded her, like a bubble, but was only visible when struck with an attack.

Finally they reached the top. Immediately as her foot landed on the hard surface of the building's roof, that same black shadow shot up her body, covering her entire form. Quickly it altered shape to form an intricate, if showy, set of shiny black armor. Every piece was sharp and jagged, the helmet was a dragon's skull, her face showed within it's mouth. It was form fitting, and not bulky in the least. Amazingly it was light weight, as if she was wearing normal clothes.

"Just another precaution."

Just a few feet in front of her, her shadow stretched and pooled, as the form of Pithos rose from it. It was a hooded, cloaked figure, all in black. On the front of his cloak was a red ruby clasp. The familiar eyes set beneath the hood glowed brightly and scanned the skies. A few moments passed in silence before a sudden burst of silver jolted down from the clouds like a streak of lightning.

"Hermes..."

There wasn't god in all of the world that didn't know that signature silver streak. It touched down a couple yards away, blowing debris everywhere. When the dust clouds had finally settled, standing before them was a man dressed in robes of white with metallic armored bracers and leg guards. He wore strapped sandals and had small feathery wings protruding from each ankle. Around his waist was a brown leather belt with several satchels and pouches attached along it.

"Pithos, it's been a long time..."

The words slipped out of his mouth like an arrow laced with poison. It was obvious the two of them were not fast friends.

"Leave here, I've done nothing to concern you."

Hermes laughed a bit at that, glancing past him to the girl but never acknowledging her presence.

"You've done plenty."

Pithos growled in response.

"I meant recently you cretin! Be gone!"

Hermes sighed and shook his head.

"Wish I could old friend, but orders are orders."

As the last syllable reached their ears, Hermes disappeared in a burst of light. As quickly as he could, a red colored shield sprang up around Pithos and Pandora. Before it could even form a covered dome over them, it was struck from the side by a streak of silver. The lightning-like energy bolted away from the dome and disappeared again from view. He moved so quickly that their eyes could not follow him.

Again and again it struck the domed shield but with the same results. Eventually Pithos dropped the force field, not strong enough to take that kind of punishment yet. Before Dora could blink, Pithos was struck across the head as a bolt of silver lightning crossed in front of him. Quickly though, the dark shadow of his form launched out and took hold of Hermes' caught fist. It began to cover the man, robes and all until he sped off again, causing the bit of black to snap as it was stretched and break away.

Finally Hermes stopped a few feet away from them, breathing heavily. It was obvious that he had not expected any sort of fight out of Pithos. He lifted a hand and pointed at the two of them.

"This isn't over!"

Hermes was a scout, not a warrior and it showed. He used too much energy too fast, quickly burning through what little he had. So, with that last threat uttered, the god disappeared in the same fashion he arrived, a silvery shot of lightning jumping from the roof to the clouds. When he was gone from sight, the cloaked form of Pithos dropped back into the shadowy puddle. The armor around her body broke apart and melted back into a liquid darkness that flowed back down into her own shadow.

"Need...to...need to rest..."

The large dark puddle before her slowly merged back with her own, adding a bit of weight to it once more. She would feel him, feel how expended he was from that brief encounter. They were lucky it was just the one scout. If there had been others, he might not have been able to fend them off. Pithos had been lucky there was no mention from Hermes of his true nature.

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Wait, you're-"
Pithos barely gave her a moment to take in what he had said, quickly explaining it himself before she questioned it further. A demi-god?

She continued to move up the steps, his menion of a full-blooded god looking for them not sounding like the most welcoming of news. One hand grabbed onto the cold metal railing as she listened to him, offering further protection to her and creating the collar about her neck. She touched it gingerly, still moving up the steps two-by-two as he explained it to her. "You seem awfully giving lately, Pithos," She noted, a curious tone in her voice. "Is it because you actually care, or the whole situation of you needing to rely on me?"

She doubted he would answer, confirmation of that being the sudden change to her clothing that he provided. A far more, ah, unique approach than before, that was for certain; the unexpected and rather lightweight armor that he formed around her throwing her off a bit. She looked at her arm blankly a moment, stepping out on the pebbled roof of the building and turning around.

The god in question made itself known then, the growled name leaving Pithos' lips (if she could ever see them, anyway) being the only introduction she received, hesitantly taknig a few steps back towards the shadowy figure that had frightened her the last 24 hours. Still, he seemed to be the better choice of the two at the moment- Hermes looked less than pleased, and being someone in clothing provided by his enemy, she doubted she was high on his friend list. Listening between the two, she stayed silent, her heart racing behind the armor provided to her by Pithos. The sudden attacks of Hermes seemed ot be a strain for Pithos' abilities, but when the infuriated god finally left as quickly as he had come, a flood of relief filled her.

"You ok?," She asked softly as he spilled himself to the ground and retreated into her own shadow, looking around the roof. "He... didn't hurt you, did he?"

The same question she had asked him earlier came to her own mind. Did she really care? Or was she only asking for her own benefit?

"What was he talking about, you've done plenty? Why was he after you?"

He was still rather quiet. She simply sighed, rubbing her face. "Can I at least go back to class?"
Still nothing. "I'm taking that as a yes. No more games today, ok? Please? We'll be headed home right after pottery, I promise. I just have to get my pot in the kiln, and then we're outta here."

Heading back down the stairs, she hurried down the hallways and towards the art room, halted as a hand suddenly fell on her shoulder. She screamed, the warm touch on her sending a fright straight through her and causing another howl to ring out behind her.

"Holy SHIT, Dora! What's got you so freaked out?!" Mick stared at her as she turned around, his own eyes wide in fright. "I was just trying to find out what that was all about in history-"

"N-nothing. I'm just... having a really bad day." She closed her eyes, shaking her head, only for her eyes to open again slightly as Mick hugged her. "Uh..."

"I'm being nice. Now accept it or I'll bite you." He chuckled in her ear as he spoke. "And you know I'll do it, too." Letting go of her, he gave a nod towards the door, shoving his hands in his pockets. "OK, now get in there. You probably have to get to Nona's again, right? I'll talk to you this weekend or somethin'."

"Yeah... Yeah, sure..."

Her mind was everywhere but that art room as she worked, blindly wandering it by memory. Even the drive back to her apartment was done on a second nature, the keys being dropped onto her kitchen counter as she plunked herself onto the couch.

 

[Mister J]

(Sorry, my muse has been a bitch. I had to bend her over the desk and show her who was boss.)

In his slumber he dreamed of the past, days long gone. The world was so much different now...bigger, louder. It was so very different than the one he left behind...so much better now. There seemed to be endless possibilities at every turn. But then again, he was stuck to the girl, chained down and caged. Of course it wasn't as bad as all that. Pandora certainly wasn't the worst person he could have ended up with.

More than that, he felt his powers were slowly returning. With each day he could feel them coming back to him. It would only be a matter of time now until he was strong enough to properly fight off those sent after him. The fight earlier had drained him in his already weakened state. However, upon awaking back in Dora's apartment sooner than expected, he realized that that time may be coming earlier than even he thought.

From her shadow cast against the wall, he stepped forward, his form moving to the front of the couch to stand before her. She seemed to have fallen asleep there after returning home. He peered down with his ruby orbs, thinking about all the questions she had asked earlier. She was very bright this one. He had to give her that, but it was all he would entitle her to. There was too much at stake to start sharing secrets. After all, she was nothing more to him than a vessel. A tool, to be used as necessary. But then, why did he protect her like that? Why would he care? If she died, he'd be free.

A bit of a growl escaped him, causing a slit to open where a mouth should be. It trembled as he growled and disappeared when the sounded faded away. No, he would not let her make a fool of him. He would not let her make him soft. Yes, he would show her what evil lurked within him. He would punish her for making him doubt himself.

A dozen or so dark tendrils arose from the shadow at his feet and all at once they slowly slithered towards her, running along the floor and climbing up onto the couch. Quickly two wrapped about her ankles as another two did the same to her wrists. They had moved slowly and had not awoken her yet. He hesitated though, about to lift her off of the couch. As he peered down to her, sleeping there, the tentacles began to unwrap themselves from her body.

He cursed himself, his glowing red eyes narrowing at her. The black appendages curled back around her wrists and ankles. He then yanked her off of the couch and slammed her back against the wall just above it. Another tentacle shot towards her, stuffing into her mouth before she could scream or make any noise at all. His usually emotionless face contorted into a sneer as he looked up at her there.

"I'm done catering to you child, now it's my turn."

Another set of tentacles ripped away her clothing when he finished speaking. They tossed her clothes aside and moved back towards her, both of them running up her legs. They moved slowly up her calves to her thighs, and then between them as the ones around her ankles spread her legs wide. He inched closer to her as they worked, two more running over her body on their way to her breasts. They fondled the ample mounds, spreading out into the form of large hands to fully cup and squeeze them.

He moved closer, now inches from her face, his crimson orbs staring, piercing into her. He removed the tentacle from her mouth, letting it fall away to merge with the rest of him.

"I will enjoy you girl...fully."

 

[Mephistophelily]

Such a long day... Between the confusion of that test, made even worse by Pithos' playtime in the midst of it, and then the strange encounter on the roof, she was incredibly tired. Taking a cue from her intimate roomie, she curled up on the couch for a quick nap. He should be out for awhile, she figured, and planned to take advantage of that. There were still many questions she had for him, and she'd rather be alert to speak with him.

In her sleep, she felt something tickle against her ankle, her leg bucking slightly as a grumble left her lips. "Hhhn- Not now, Pablo," She muttered, rolling onto her back and tossing an arm over her eyes. Damn cat. Always wanted to play at the worst possible times.

As she began to drift off once more, she suddenly found herself yanked hard off the couch, yelping as her back was slammed hard against the pale blue wall, the force of it knocking her picture frames and mini-shelves to the floor. Confused, scared and still trying to wake herself, she opened her mouth to cry out- only to find one of Pithos' tentacles forcing itself between her lips. She tried to thrash away from him, but he had too tight a grip and only caused herself pain. She could only stare down at him, her heart racing in her chest as she howled around his makeshift gag.

Catering to her...? What had she-

She tried to scream as he tore at her clothing, trying to fight once more and causing more tightening along her ankles and wrists. Her eyes whinced shut as he crept closer, his many arms sliding against her shivering skin and exploring in a far more frightening way than the incident in her bedroom the night prior, tugging her legs open against the wall. Her eyes slowly opened again as he toyed with her breasts, coughing and gagging as he removed his tendril from her mouth, still shaking as he held her.

"Wh-what did I do? Pithos, you're hurting me-" Her voice was so meek now, frightened as she looked down at him, the furious intentions behind those glowing red eyes and the anger in his words. What he had said... her eyes widened, immediately trying to force her legs closed. "Not again-! Please, just put me down..."

 

[Mister J]

"Release you? No...I don't think so."

He scoffed at her and shook his head slowly. His anger just seconds ago seemed to be softening as he stared up at her, helpless in his grasp.

"...and our most recent exchange, back in your classroom, voided out our previous bond. Your body belongs to me now and I will do with it as I please."

He lifted a dark hand, sharp fingers pointing to her neck.

"That collar there? A physical representation of your submission to my control. I am your master now...and you shall come to recognize that."

A smirk appeared on his shadowy visage, those eyes lowering from the collar to her breasts. His tendrils were slowly massaging them as makeshift hands, squeezing softly, her nipples pinched gently between their fingers. Pithos leaned closer, moving his own hand near her right breast. His finger stretched forward and circled her nipple. It was taut and hard to the touch.

He stepped back, his hand returning to his side as he let his other appendages go to work on her body. The few tendrils waiting just inches from her exposed pussy swayed back and forth like waiting predators. As they moved small pores opened along their lengths. From the pores, a clear substance began to ooze forth, covering the tentacles completely. It was a lubrication of sorts. Now as the tentacles swayed, the secretion dripped down onto the couch. It almost resembled chained dogs drooling at a delicious meal just out of reach.

For a second they stopped moving, and then without any more hesitation they lunged upwards, slipping into her easily. A very wet, slurping noise could be heard as each tentacle made it's way inside her waiting pussy. The lubrication did it's job well, allowing multiple tendrils, slender as they were, to ease themselves within her without any trouble.

Quickly, they began to pump in and out of her, in a rotation of sorts. The slim tentacles seemed eager as they increased their speed. Pithos looked on in enjoyment, watching her struggle in a vain attempt to escape his clutches. The two tentacles wrapped about her ankles lifted her legs away from the wall and moved her into a seated position, those legs still spread wide. Two more tentacles rose to wrap just above her knees, holding her legs firmly in position.

She was fully exposed to him now as his tentacles continued to thrust deep within her. Pithos tilted his head to the side, eying her body. The dark figure moved closer, letting his hand raise once more. It found itself firmly grasping her ass cheek, fondling it. As he grasped her flesh, his dark talons cut into her, drawing blood. He withdrew his hand and tasted of her blood. Instantly his eyes were alight with a crimson fire.

"Oh yes...so very delicious!"

His hand moved back to her ass, his outstretched claw roaming her tender flesh. It stopped at her puckered asshole, circling it's edge. Finally his other hand raised up as a talon from each hand carefully slipped into the tight hole. He then pulled slowly, stretching the tiny hole bit by bit. One of the tendrils inside her pussy slipped out only to quickly slither into her open asshole. His eyes seemed to disappear, closing as the feeling of her tight ass rushed through him.

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Wh-what?!"

She stared down at him in horror, crying out sharply as his tendrils continued to tease her breasts, trying hard to pull away from him but finding no way to move. "You tricked me!," She accused at him, her back arching forward as she continued to flail in the tight confines. "You said it was to keep me safe, not to- not to make me into your toy! And I had nothing to do with what happened during my test, you were being-"

Her furious words were cut short as his sharp fingers slid along her nipple, bringing another moan from her lips and her eyes snapping closed. "Stop it.. please, stop Pithos," She begged once more, her head leaning against the wall behind her. She could feel those appendages of his moving against her body, making a shudder run through her of both fear and confused arousal from the work of the other tentacles he had unleashed. Another whimper came from her, lost words that could have only been more requests for him to stop mixed with the soft moans that she tried to keep inside.

Her quiet ways were gone when the waiting tendrils against her thighs were let loose, howling loudly as they forced themselves inside her. The noises that she had held back in class were heard now; Dora cursing at him in the midst of her groans, crying out with each thrust and turn he made within her. Her hips twisted about in the air, furious words still leaving her as she tried to escape his hold, only to become even more infuriated as he instead changed her position and forced his way further inside. The movement of her hips did little to help her get away, only seeming to aide him and the conflicting sensations building inside her; anger... and lust.

"You bastard!," She growled as he moved is form closer to her, glaring at him as she continued to thrash. "Get off of me! You- you know that-" She bit down on her lip in the middle of her rant, trying to hold back the pleasured groan building in her throat. It managed to escape with the force of a pained howl behind it as his talon trailed against her flesh, trying to buck away as the digit moved to a new target.

"No, Pithos, please don't...," She begged quickly, twisting in his grip to try and look at him. "Please, I- GYAH!"

Pandora's form stiffened suddenly as he claimed her from behind, letting out a deep gutteral cry of confusion, pain, and pleasure. So many things were happening within her, none of them making any sense anymore. Her body was no longer under her own control, instead answering and reacting to everything Pithos did... As much as she hated it, she wanted him to continue, to feel him inside her, to make the tormenting ache he had created go away.

 

[Mister J]

"Hmm..."

One of his ruby orbs narrowed, watching her reaction to the sudden intrusion. She was slowly breaking down. It would only be a matter of time now. The thought caused a slight grin to appear on his dark shadowy face.

"Child, from now on you will refer to me as either Master or Sir. Nothing else."

He moved back to sit, a sharp jagged throne rising up from the shadows to meet him halfway. From it, dozens more tendrils of all sizes and shapes sprouted. They lingered there, like swaying snakes. He let his hands fall to the ends of the throne's arm rests, his sharp talons almost hanging off of the edge.

The tentacles around her breasts lifted away and altered their shape yet again. This time they flattened into a wide oval shape. From the bottom, the side facing her, a large crevice opened revealing a hollow interior. They then lowered back atop her breasts, the openings wrapping around both of her nipples tightly. Once attached, they tugged and suckled at her sensitive pink nubs.

From within the "mouths" attached to each breast, several smaller tendrils slithered forth. These new tiny feelers flicked and teased at her poor nipples. From their tips, a similar clear secretion dripped out, eventually covering the area whole. This, however, was an aphrodisiac of sorts. Anywhere it touched would cause her to feel the sensation at several times the norm.

Between her legs, the few tentacles were pumping away with reckless abandon. They never tired, never slowed. Coming from his throne to join in, were several more of the larger tentacles. Three moved to her lower lips, two of those spread her lips apart, while the other moved to her clit. Just inches away, a needle thin spike shot out. Dripping from it's tip was that same aphrodisiac solution. Slowly it moved towards the trembling fleshy button, finally piercing it to inject the fluid into her. After, it formed a similar suction cup that wrapped around her clit and began to nurse upon it.

A final tentacle, thick and massive, slithered towards her. It moved beneath her slowly, making it's way up to her back and around to her neck. There it wrapped about, firmly holding it's grip but not causing her to choke or lose breath.

For the rest of the teasing and torture he was silent, pondering various ways to further her humiliation. He could feel her, all of her emotions, all the sensations he was giving her. He knew she wouldn't be able to contain herself much longer. As he thought, it was only a matter of time. So he simply spoke a thorough command.

"Pandora...cum for me."

 

[Mephistophelily]

"N-No.. I'm not..." Her attempts to continue arguing with him were getting harder and harder, Dora's eyes having trouble enough staying focused on his shadowy form as he watched her. Even with the hazy outline of him, she could swear he was smirking at her... Enjoying her frustration, laughing at her protests.

Tears were in her eyes as he continued to use her body, cursing herself as the moans and whimpers of confused pleasure left her lips, hating the betrayal on her body as it writhed beneath his touch. She watched in confusion as he lifted away from her breasts, hopeful for a moment that he had taken a change in heart- only to realize that he simply didn't have one as the shape changed, a rather frightening aspect coming to the black shapes with the strange hole in the center.

"What're you planning with thaaa- oh my god..." Her answer came as he replaced them against her breasts, the strange sensation that flooded through her with the new addition of the nibbling, sucking appendages. It seemed to grow further, her body feeling almost on fire as he continued to toy. She was shivering, a sob in her throat as she tried to keep from succumbing to the pleasure the rest of her had become so enthralled with.

More tendrils, more toying... She couldn't take it anymore. A weak cry left her lips, whimpering out as the one tentacle slipped about her neck, cradling tightly against her flesh as she shook her head. She didn't want to say it- but it still managed to find its way from her lips as he demanded for her to cum, the harsh deep cry that left her uttering the words she had refused to say earlier. "I'm- I'm cumming, Master-!"

Even as she said it, her body raged beneath his various touches, overwhelmed fully by the intense wave of pleasure that claimed her, gasping for her own breath as she tried to keep from fainting. Moan upon moan echoed from her, loud primal howls that she had never even imagined could come from her. She had no concern then over her attempts to fight him, the only thing that mattered was the incredible sensations that he had caused inside her, shocked that such a thing had actually just happened...

But as her mind cleared, her form nearly limp in his hold, she realized what she had done- What she had said. "N-no.. I didn't.. I didn't mean that, you...," she mumbled in a rather jumbled set of words, her cheeks burning red with embarrassment and frustration.

 

[Mister J]

"Oh...but you did."

He rose from the chair as the multiple tentacles removed themselves from her and sunk back into the shadows. The only ones remaining were those holding her up. He circled her, moving slowly. His eyes burned through her, taking in every bit of exposed flesh. Pithos let his hand fall to her shoulder. His finger traced a line over her neck, around the collar, and across to the other side as he continued to circle.

"I know because I am a part of you...I know what you really want...what you desire..."

He continued to stalk around her, limp as she was in his clutches. Slowly as he made his rounds though, the tentacles holding her up reconfigured themselves, pushing her up as if she were laying on her back. They retracted and moved beneath her, forming a small bed of sorts.

He finally stopped at her side and reached across to lift her up. With her cradled in his arms, he carried the poor girl to her room and laid her down upon her bed.

"I am not without mercy. You did what I commanded, and so I shall give you a night's respite from further torture. Rest, regain your strength. You will need it...your training begins tomorrow."

With that he stepped back, his form sinking back into her shadow.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Dora simply shook her head, the energy to argue with him completely gone. He had already won his point... Even if her words fought him, he could find whatever proof he needed on her true feelings on the matter thanks to his damned interfering in her mind. As much as it disgusted her to truly admit it, her body had enjoyed what he had done to her- and he was fully aware of it. The words that had left her mouth weren't of any real importance to him; he had already seen what he needed inside her! It had been yet another way of him toying with her, taunting her, taking advantage of her....

She growled out a few curses towards him as he shifted his hold upon her, the awkward sitting position that she had been in being switched for her to lay upon the throngs of appendages he had used only moments before to cause her such frustration. Her eyes opened slightly as she felt his fingers against her neck, a disgusted look in her eyes as he circled about her. She figured she didn't even need to voice her anger with him... After all, he could see everything he needed to right inside her mind, couldn't he?

He was... carrying her.

She didn't even realize he had moved her from the tentacles to his actual arms, finding herself being cradled against his dark form as he brought her into her room. Draped onto the bed, she gave him another lazy-eyed glare, though his words didn't seem to really make sense to her at the time. "You're too kind," She hissed at him through tired lips, watching as he seemed to vanish from her sight into the shadows of the room. Her eyes slowly drifted closed, exhaustion from the day finally settling in.



It wasn't until the morning that his words made any sense, Pandora waking in a sweat as she rubbed her fingers against her neck. Maybe she had dreamed the whole thing; the strange little box, the creature inside, the whole mess that came from her curiousity... Everything since she flaked out in art history, when Mick saved her from answering-

It was still there. That odd black strip against her skin, that thing that he claimed now bound her to him as his property- She dug her fingers behind it, trying to tear it free as she cursed it out, his warning of the next day's events still ringing in her ears.

Her training...?

"Like hell I'm going to be your pet," She growled softly, her nails digging against her own skin as she continued to try and rip the thing off of her.

 

[Mister J]

"I never said pet."

His voice echoed through her mind at first, only coming to her ears at the end when he appeared beside the bed, rising from the ground. As he continued to speak, his hands moved about in the air, accenting his words.

"You, Pandora, will be much more that."

He glanced down at her as she tried, in futility, to remove the collar. He scoffed at that and shook his head, his form now merely the most basic of a human shape, an outline, a shadow...except for those deep red eyes of his.

"...and in time, you will thank me for it."

Without warning, he plucked her off of the bed by her hair and dragged her across the floor to her bathroom. In the doorway he let loose his hold and disappeared. His words entered her mind next, resounding with great force.

"We leave in 10 minutes. Make yourself presentable."

There was silence for a moment before he spoke up again.

"Oh...and I will supply your clothing."

 

[Mephistophelily]

She froze a moment as she heard his voice, her eyes raising up from her lap as she tried to find him. That was another thing she was coming to hate; he could speak to her damn near anytime without her seeing him, haunting into her thoughts like a bad dream. Her fingers hesitated a moment as he taunted her, digging a bit harder at his suggestion of her thanking him. "I highly doubt that," She growled, only to hiss in pain as her nails dug into her skin and clawed at her own neck. That was enough... Time to stop.

It seemed he dubbed it ending time as well, causing her to shriek as he grabbed hold of her hair, yanking her off the bed and leading her to the bathroom. Dropping to the tile floor with a soft thump, she glared up at his shadowy form as he issued his warning on the time limit, no explination on what he intended to happen that day. Getting to her feet, she fumbled her hand against the wall, hunting for the light switch, only to pause as the second half of his warning was mentioned. "You-? But you'll just..."

Her words drifted off, closing her eyes with a soft sigh as she shook her head. What did she expect to say to make him change his mind? He obviously had no interest in reasoning with her, and had already bluntly told her she was property to him now. Flicking on the light switch, she climbed into the shower, figuring his time limit to be enough for a quick wash up. She found herself actually trying to rush, the lingering dread in the back of her mind on what could possibly be the consequences of her not making his set time frame.

Stepping back out, she grabbed up the towel hanging beside the door, drying off as she peeked into the mirror. Her jaw hurt. Probably from gritting her teeth so much lately...

"So what exactly do you have in mind for today? Or is that another big secret?," She asked flatly, frowning as she saw the collar standing out so well in the foggy mirror while she brushed out her hair.

 

[Mister J]

For a long while, longer even than the original limit he had set for Dora, Pithos was silent. His fault...this certainly was not. He was trapped in a state of suspended animation within her shadow, within his own little world of darkness. He tried to break free but could not. He was a prisoner, but how? How could someone have gotten to him there? There was a small glistening of light within his realm. It cut through the shadows like a powerful star and when it got closer, Pithos knew immediately who was responsible. The star burned of a cobalt hue.

"Athena..." He hissed, wincing under the immense light. As quickly as it had come, the light fizzled away until nothing was left but a dimly burning torch held in one feminine yet strong hand. She had well defined muscles, toned, sculpted, and scarred. There must have been dozens of them, like tick marks all over her arms and body. Her skin was mostly soft and silken in appearance, save for the various scars. She had long flowing blond hair with streaks of blue braids here and there intertwining with the golden locks. The woman, an amazon by appearance, wore bright and shining armor. Under it, flowed robes of blue and white. At her side sat a large broad sword, sheathed yet still intimidating.

"I thought you would have shriveled up and died by now...especially in such a place as this." Her words were strong and proud. He growled, still frozen where he stood. She let out a sigh as she stepped closer, bringing the torch across to get a better view of him.

"...and I thought you'd have died on some far off battlefield," He hissed in response, trying in vain to move away from the torch. The light hurt his eyes as well as burned deeply into his very being. She glanced at the torch and then back down to him, a smile spreading across her face. "Oh this? This torch is the reason for your current situation dear Pithos," She stated with mild amusement.

He glared at her, anger obvious even on that expressionless face of his. Those ruby eyes flared out as he stared at the golden haired goddess before him. "Unfortunately it only lets me converse with you in the most private of places...otherwise I'd have used it straight away. Know this though, I will be coming...and soon. Be ready," she sneered at him and turned away, the light fading off as he felt his feeling return to him.

"Curse you and your whole family!" He yelled out, shaking his fist when he was finally able to.

Back in her apartment, he rose from her shadow once more, but this time it was in a form she had never seen before. He had pale white skin and dark raven hair that fell over his face, covering his deep red orbs surrounded in black. He was clothed in all black, dress shoes and slacks, with a thin button up and a few silver bracelets on one wrist to round out the ensemble. His features were young, maybe a year or two more than her own and roughly handsome as well. He let an arrogant smirk play over his lips.

"You'll have to excuse my absence, this form took longer to acquire than I previously thought," he said as he raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Suddenly her shadow crept up her body and as it did, it changed from it's usual dark hue to a deep crimson color. The reaching shadow formed a one piece casual dress of red. The skirt of the dress was loose (Think the one from the first Resident Evil movie *drool*). Next a small black jacket formed over her shoulders, the sleeves rolled up slightly. At her feet appeared a pair of leather boots with heels, not too high but enough to be mildly uncomfortable. Finally a black belt wrapped around her waist to hang loosely at her hips.

"Very nice," he continued to smirk as he circled her in the new outfit. "Now give your friend a call. That one who was so chatty with you before. Make a date for lunch...for three."

 

[Mephistophelily]

"I thought maybe you fell asleep again," Pandora teased, setting the brush back down beside the sink as she turned around- only to be shocked at the man standing before her. Was this what Pithos had once looked like?! "I-um- What?" She stared at him a moment, a bit thrown off by the new appearance, as well as becoming self-consious once again. She started to reach for her towel, the fact he now had a full human form making it seem ever stranger to her for him to be viewing her nude...

But he beat her to it, snapping his fingers and calling her shadow to do the work for them both. She closed her eyes a moment, still not enjoying the strange creeping feeling that tingled her skin as the shadows moved over her, opening them to find the red dress and jacket covering her. She turned a bit, looking down at it in surprise before glancing back up to him. This new look was still something for her to get used to, and threw her off every time she glanced at him.

She frowned slightly as he stepped back in front of her, mentioning how proud he was of his latest dress up with her and stating his plans for the day. "My friend- Wait, you mean Mick? But-" She cut short with his added comment on a lunch date, the frown growing further as she stepped towards the bed and picked up her cell phone from her night stand. "Alright...," She sighed, hitting Mick's preset and holding the phone to her ear.

"Hey, Mick.... No, no Nona's tonight. I'm taking the weekend off, actually. There hasn't been enough business to- Huh?... Well, that's kinda why I'm calling. You said you wanted to get together and talk, right? How would you like to meet up later today? I know its a bit of short notice, but- Oh, sure! How's The Villa sound to you?" She glanced towards Pithos as Mick continued, watching him as he stood in the doorway, still lookig him over as she shook her head slightly. "I'll be bringing someone with me, a rather.. close friend of mine, Mister Pithos.... No you don't know him! He's from- out of town, ok? Yeah, yeah, sure. See you in an hour, ok?" She rolled her eyes as Mick continued on, giggling a bit. "Don't even start that, you weirdo. I'll see you later."

Closing the phone, she dropped it onto the bed, looking back at Pithos with a frown. "There you go."

 

[Mister J]

"...and I'm most delighted."

Pithos made a light clapping motion with his hands and then walked across the room towards Pandora. His dress shoes clicked slightly as he stepped, his hair bouncing and swaying with each stride. Their shadows were still connected, but most people wouldn't notice such a thing, especially in a crowded area. He smirked, standing before her now. His eyes, his red pupils surrounded in darkness, stared down at her menacingly.

"Shall we?"

He offered his hand and the two of them left the apartment on foot, heading towards their destination. Pithos, like a small child, gazed out at the city and all of it's wonder. He scanned the various shops along the sidewalk, watched people as they moved past, and peered across the street as the cars drove by. Such technology would have been laughed at during his time. Yet, here it was, ripe for the taking.

Pithos still held her arm looped in his as the two of them walked down the sidewalk together. They were getting looks from the various pedestrians and it caused him to raise his brow. He didn't much care for it at all, but remembered he really couldn't just swat them like flies. Not here, not in this time. He had to behave while in public. He did however speak to Dora via telepathy, his words seeping into her mind.

"Why do they stare so?"

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Hmh."

Dora scowled slightly, glaring at him as he teased her with his clapping. Still, that newfound appearance of his continued to throw her off, having grown used to the random odd shape he had taken since his introduction to her. She picked up her purse, hesitating slightly as he offered out his hand, glancing up at him before taking it. It felt odd... She couldn't exactly place it, but his grip felt very unearthly, even different than when he had held her last night, during-

She immediately forced that memory from her mind, closing her eyes a moment as they started from her apartment. Looking towards 'Mister Pithos', she curiously raised an eyebrow as she noticed how distracted he seemed with their surroundings. Her own arm in his, she gave a simple shrug and smile as people passed, most glancing at Pithos with a rather curious eye. He must have noticed this as well, a rather sour message passing into her own thoughts from him.

*You may have changed your appearance, but you still stand out...* She paused, reaching into her purse and taking out a pair of sunglasses. *Something like these may help. Your eyes- That's not exactly a normal hue. It could help a little if you hid them.*

"Dora! Hey- over here!" Mick's voice could be heard over the sounds of the city, the young man waving to them from the sidewalk in front of The Villa. Dropping the cigarette in his hand to the ground, he twisted his sneaker onto it, grinning as he spotted the two.

 

[Mister J]

"My eyes?...hrm..."

As the two of them crossed the street, he reached down into his pants pocket and pulled out a pair of slim sunglasses. Before they got too close to Mick, he casually slipped them on, although a little upset he had to hide his eyes, the only thing about his appearance he absolutely loved. The reason he changed shapes so much was because he really didn't like how he looked. So he tried different fits and sizes, different forms and shapes. In the end he usually just went with the dark shadow figure, but today he actually went back to the original. He hadn't used this form since before he had become the semi-god he was today. It reminded him of the humanity he lost and what was taken from him that day.

Pithos snobbishly turned up his nose when they stopped in front of Mick, looking down to him with a rather uninterested stare, as if he was looking past him at something else that caught his attention. As their shadows overlapped, he ventured into the boy's mind and when he finished, his attitude changed drastically. It was as if someone had flipped a switch on him. Pithos instantly warmed up to him, setting a firm hand on his shoulder as he looked from him to Pandora and then back to him. A smirk made it's way across his face as he leaned closer to Mick.

"It's so very nice to meet you Mick...Dora has told me sooo much about you that I feel as if I know you inside and out."

Pithos glanced to Pandora, offering her a quick wink before he pulled back to stand to his full height, about a head taller than either of the two. He offered his hand to the boy, that smirk still stretched across his features.

"You may call me Pithos."

 

[Mephistophelily]

*I'll admit that you don't look.. uh.. half bad,* Pandora confessed, her cheeks reddening slightly as she glanced up at him. *But the eyes- That throws everyone off. You stand out in this part of town from looking so unique to begin with. It's.. hard to explain.*

She smiled lightly as he took out a pair of his own sunglasses, a rather sour look taking to his face as he put them on. Still, it did help him to blend in a slight bit more. Something about him still gave off an air of him not quite belonging in this city, but until she could pinpoint it, this would have to make due. Besides, Mick had already spotted them. To take any longer would bring about the concern of her friend.

The smile on her face vanished as Pithos approached Mick, catching the look he was giving her friend. Now what was this all about? He was the one who told her to call him... She would have figured that meant he would be somewhat cordial to the guy. Instead, he was acting as if he was-

And there suddenly came another change in demeanor. Smiling, friendly (well, as friendly as Pithos could seem to be) and welcoming. Maybe he had caught her feelings on the matter. "I thought you were going to quit smoking, Mick," Pandora pointed out flatly, gesturing to the butt on the ground.

"Yeah, well.. Rough week, ya know?" He shrugged, then shot a smile to Dora's companion. "Nice to meet you, Pithos. I wish I could say the same about you, but... Today was actually the first Pandora's ever mentioned you."

"He's from out of town."

"You already said that." Mick rolled his eyes, grinning again as he rested a finger against his temple, glancing to Pithos. "Nice girl, but sometimes she gets a little lost in her thoughts." He laughed as Pandora smacked his shoulder, shaking his head. "Ok, ok. Calm it down. Sheesh... Hey, ah, I've already got us a table, I was just out here waiting for you. And, um, that." he gave a nod towards the cigarette, shrugging. "But more waiting. Really. Don't hit me again."

"No promises." Pandora smirked as Mick started to lead them inside to his table, her eyes raising to look at Pithos curiously. *What did you mean by that? Did you- Did you get in his head too?*

"Here we are." Mick paused as he turned back around, raising an eyebrow at Pithos. "Kinda- dark for the sunglasses, isn't it?"

"He had surgery on them a few days ago," Pandora whispered hastily. "Kinda sensitive to the light..."

"Ohhh, gotcha. My mom had that done...." Mick simply nodded, taking his own seat. "She wouldn't even go outside for a week. You must be doing pretty well then, Pithos."

 

[Mister J]

"Oh, you have no idea."

Pithos nodded to Pandora for her quick save before taking his seat in the booth. Dora slid in next to him on the outside and Mick took the seat across from them. The restaurant was nice, a bit upscale but not in the uncomfortable way. The music was mostly piano and violin pieces. The lights were dimmed, with several brightly burning candles strewn about to help. The table was large, a dark oak Pithos if didn't know any better. The waitress came by, a timid tiny thing, most likely a college student working through school. She was cute in a quiet librarian way. The two of them ordered drinks. Pithos had nothing, waving the girl away.

"Mick has a secret. Should I tell you?"

His outward appearance never faltered as he spoke to her through their shared telepathic bond. His casual smile remained as Mick asked about him and what he did. Pithos replied with a lie about him being some sort of business CEO.

"No, that would be mean...I really shouldn't."

A bit of time passed after the waitress had brought their drinks. The small talk continued. Mick asking questions about Pithos and his relation to Dora, with Dora quickly filling in any holes in Pithos' responses.

"Tell you what girl...if you can hold out...I'll tell you."

Before she could respond his smile crept up into a smirk as a part of her dress pulled away from the rest, a bit of the skirt turned back to the dark shadow as it slithered quickly up her thighs, becoming as thin as a sheet of paper to pass between them. It then spread itself out over her lips and even around to her ass. Once covered, on the inside, two slender shafts rose into both of her holes at once. They stretched to about five inches each and grew to about one inch thick.

Then they began to vibrate.

Pithos, who had continued on with his conversation with Mick the entire time simply appeared as if nothing was going on. Even the smirk faded away as he finished up his explanation for being in town to see Pandora.

"So Mick, you have classes with Pandora here? That must be loads of fun."

 

[Mephistophelily]

Pandora shot a glance in Pithos' direction as he taunted over a secret he had found, taking the straw for her drink and twisting it in her fingers as he spoke with Mick. She frowned, closing her eyes a moment and shaking her head. *Its not very nice to go playing in the head of someone you just met, Pithos...*, She scolded him flatly, glancing up again as Mick asked her a quick question. She simply grinned, shrugging as a response- having not paid enough attention to hear the actual inquiry. Mick laughed, grinning and returning to his questions of this new man before him.

The random questions continued, Dora becoming a bit aggitated by her friend's growing list of inquiries for Pithos. She forgot about them, however, as Pithos offered her a chance to know Mick's secret. *No, Pithos, really-* She started, sitting up suddenly in the seat as she felt something readjusting with her dress. Sucking in a sharp breath, she shot another glare his way, the straw in her fingers twisting into a broken mess as his 'surprises' forced their way inside.

Mick barely even noticed, answering Pithos with a grin and nod. "Ohh, she certainly makes things interesting. She comes off all miss sweet-n-innocent around everyone else, but she knows how to cause trouble too..." He paused as he glanced towards her, raising an eyebrow as he spotted her shifting about in her seat, a rather pained look on her face. "Dora? You ok?"

"Mm-hmm," she replied quickly through clenched lips, her fingernails threatening to puncture the vinyl covering of the booth beneath her. She frowned as he continued to stare at her, offering up a forced smile and shrug. "Bit my tongue," She explained hastily, closing her eyes once more.

"How?! Our food's not even here!" Mick laughed, looking back to Pithos. "But.. anyways... How long have you known Pandora?"

She was thankful to have the attention back off of her, settling into her seat as best she could with Pithos' agonizing play continuing. It was even more frustrating than when he pulled this on her in history; she felt more on display here, before her friend's eyes, than she had with her whole class around her. A weak whine drove into her throat, Dora almost certain she was sweating again. The created toys inside her refused to cease, driving her nearly insane as she tried to control herself. *Pithos, please, stop this,* She begged, looking towards him quickly.

 

[Mister J]

"No, and it'd be foolish of you to continue to beg me to do so.

Pithos answered the question directed at him with amazing accuracy considering what was going on under the table. He mentioned how they'd known each other for a long time and how he was a friend of the family and had been before she was born. He even brought up moments from her past he had found via her old memories to further increase the validity of his stories. All the while his toys continued to buzz away between her legs.

"And what do you plan to do after school Mick? Get that nice job with a wife and white picket fence?"

He was being sarcastic, having peered into Mick's mind prior to his question to find he actually did want those things. The thought of it made Pithos want to chuckle out loud, but he refrained and maintained his composure. Better than Pandora for sure, as she attempted to contain herself. Pithos leaned back in the booth, letting his arm fall on the backrest behind Dora, with his other falling onto his lap as he crossed his legs casually.

"Lift up the skirt of your dress. All the way so I can see."

He could have easily done it himself, using one of his little helpers or some other invasion of her person to do his dirty work for him but the point was for her to do it, on her own, for him. Pithos waved away Mick's answer to his question, rather rudely before he could even really get into it.

"Better question my boy...who do you see yourself with after you graduate? Someone you know perhaps? A little lady you've known for awhile?"

 

[Mephistophelily]

[size=-2]WtF? Where'd my post go? Grr....[/size]


She could hear the two of them talking, chatting away like old friends, but their words seemed miles away as Pandora tried her hardest to keep her composure with Pithos' infuriating game beneath the table. Her legs crossed to the left, then to the right, leaning slightly forward and back, but nothing seemed to illeviate the torturous vibrations coursing through her most sensitive areas.

Shivering as his arm passed behind her, she shot a glance in his direction, catching part of the conversation being held between the two men a bit clearer now. What care did he have on Mick's plans for the future? From the way he acted half the time, people were simply playtoys for him anyways.

This was confirmed further by his sudden request to her, Pandora paling slightly as she looked towards him. *Here?! Now?! I-I can't, not with all this-!*

Taking a moment to think on the subject, however, she remembered everything that had taken place the day prior. He had no qualms over doing as he pleased in the midst of class, and had given no second thoughts to his actions towards her during her nap. What else he might be willing to do in the middle of a public restaurant if she refused was something she'd rather not find out. Hesitantly glancing towards Mick, she bit down on her lip, her eyes lowering to peer into the waterglass before her as the hand resting between herself and Pithos moved to tug at the side of her dress. The fabric crept up further, moving along her thighs until it was a wrinkled mess against her waist. Her legs were trembling from both fear of being noticed and the actions of his 'little friends', her body aching for relief from the torture he was putting her through. Shifting her gaze from the rather lost stare into the glass to steal a quick glance to her lap, she gave a soft cry at the sight before her; the faint shadow she could make out of his invading appendage, but moreso over the small trickled puddle shimmering in the dim lighting on the vinyl beneath her.


Mick, however, was oblivious to the events taking place on the opposite side of the table, his own face flushing slightly over the questions posed to him by her friend's curious companion. "After- college? I'm really not sure about that, Pithos. I mean, I might transfer off to one of the art institutes or intern somewhere or..." He paused, rubbing a hand against his neck as he glanced away from the table with an embarassed smile. "Where's that waitress with our food, huh?"