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Omnipotence
by Shadow Wolf

Chapter One: Aide Appears

I'm not sure why I was chosen -- why I was given the
power I have. I don't even know where the power comes
from, or how it works. What I do know is that I can
reshape the world as I see fit -- to create things,
even people, from nothingness, or send them into
oblivion; to alter the past, or at least everyone's
memories of it; to control the thoughts of a person,
or a nation, or of the entire world. In short, I was
given the power of a god.

It all started when I was watching _Return of the
Jedi_ for the umpteenth time, looking at Princess Leia
in that gorgeous slave costume, and thinking to
myself, _"God, I'd love to fuck her."_

<If that's what you want, you can,> said a voice in my
head.

"Wh-what?"

<If you want her, you can have her,> repeated the
voice.

"That's impossible." For some reason, I wasn't
questioning the existence of the voice, just what it
was telling me.

<Almost nothing is impossible for you now.> As if in
demonstration, a woman appeared on my couch: Princess
Leia, just as she was in the movie. She immediately
snuggled up next to me and began massaging my thighs.

Needless to say, I was stunned. "What's going on? Who
are you?" I asked the voice.

There was a moment's confusion, as the woman thought I
was talking to her. "I'm Princess Leia, and I'm here
to fuck you," she said, in an almost haughty voice
completely at odds with her words and actions.

"I'm sorry, Leia, I didn't mean you -- I was talking
to someone else." I repeated my question to the voice
silently -- _Who are you?_

<In a sense, I am you, or a part of you. I don't have
a name unless you give me one. You asked what is going
on. What has happened is that you have been chosen to
receive a gift. You have been given the power to
change the world in any way you want, with only a few
restrictions. I'm the interface for that power -- you
tell me what you want, and I do it. You wanted to have
sex with the Princess, so I created her for you.>

Leia had continued to massage my thighs, getting ever
closer to my crotch. I was as hard as I'd ever been
before, but I simply wasn't ready for this aggressive
approach.

"Send her away please -- I need to think about this
first." She instantly disappeared. "What do I call
you?" I spoke aloud, preferring to hear myself think.

<Call me anything you want -- I am your servant, here
to grant your every desire.> I could almost *hear* it
bow unctuously. 

I had to call it something -- I remembered the
Belisarius novels I'd read recently. "I'll call you
Aide. You said restrictions -- what are they?"

<Your power is limited to the Solar System -- just
past the orbit of Pluto. You can do anything you
choose as long as you don't destroy the human race.
Those are the only restrictions -- you can even
re-write the laws of physics within the system, as
long as humans can still live under the new rules.>

"And for how long do I have this power?"

<For as long as you live -- and you will live as long
as you desire.>

"Okay," I nodded slowly. "Now, why did you create the
Princess like that?"

<You expressed a desire for her -- I was simply
carrying that out.>

"If I'm going to live with this, I don't want you
jumping the gun like that -- her sudden appearance
almost scared me out of my skin. From now on, don't
anticipate -- wait until I give you specific
instructions, so I can think about what I want before
hand." I thought for a moment. "If it's a
life-or-death situation, go ahead and do whatever's
necessary to prevent me from being hurt."

<Understood. Do you want me to bring the Princess
back?>

"Where is she now? What did you do when I asked you to
send her away?"

<She doesn't exist anymore -- I simply unmade her when
you didn't want her around. I can re-create her any
time you wish, however.>

"I don't think so -- Leia is beautiful, but her
personality isn't really what I want in a lover -- she
has a tendency to be a bit arrogant." I considered
this for a moment. What did I really want in a lover?
Up to that point in my life, I had had no social life
whatsoever. In high school and college, I was too shy
to ever ask a girl out, and too much of a nerd to be
asked out. In fact, I never did anything social except
with my family -- I didn't go to parties or clubs, or
do much of anything except work, reading books, or
surfing the Internet. My life was a very lonely one,
which explained why I was still a virgin after 25
years.

I decided right then and there that I didn't want to
live the rest of my life -- which just might be
eternity -- stuck in that same rut. I would use this
power to break out of that cycle, to do something
different for a change. And the first thing I wanted
was to get rid of that damned virginity.

For which, of course, I needed a woman. I decided to
think things over very carefully before I actually had
her created.

First, though, I looked around my apartment -- it was
a mess, mostly because I hated cleaning up. "Aide,
clean up the apartment, put all the books on the
shelves, and get rid of all the trash." 

<You don't have enough bookshelves for all your books
-- I could make the apartment larger and give you more
bookshelves.>

"Just shelve the books I haven't read yet, and the
ones I read most often. Get rid of the rest -- I can
always ask you to create it later if I want to re-read
it."

<Done.> The apartment was clean, *really* clean, for
the first time in several years.

Next I sat down (metaphorically -- I was already
sitting down) to consider what I wanted in a lover. I
checked with Aide and verified that he knew all my
thoughts -- he was part of me, as he said earlier --
and asked him to take notes on the decisions I made,
but hold off on actually doing anything until I gave
the word. I also asked him to chime in with any
suggestions he had along the way, particularly if I
was forgetting something.

First, appearance: Leia was beautiful, of course, but
I already knew what the woman of my dreams looked
like. The closest thing I'd had to pornography growing
up was a pair of Victoria's Secret catalogs, both
featuring the same gorgeous model. A Caucasian woman,
mid-twenties, with long, dark brown, curly hair,
lightly-tanned skin, and the sexiest pair of eyes I
had ever seen -- gray-green, almost silver-green in
color, with exotically tilted eyebrows which always
reminded me of a bird in the distance. When she looked
straight at the camera, her eyes appeared to be
examining your soul.

I didn't know her name, and it didn't really matter.
The catalogs were ten or twelve years old, and I
didn't want the real model -- just a woman who
resembled her. "Aide, can you create a hologram-type
image, and alter it as I give you the details?"
Immediately, an image of the model stood in front of
me. "Let's see... shrink her breasts a bit, about a C
cup (I preferred smaller breasts, and while hers
weren't huge, they were still just a bit larger than I
liked). Trim back that bush -- all of it off the lips,
just a small triangle above the mound. Get rid of all
the rest of her body hair. That's good. Remember
that." The image was perfect -- she rivalled
Cleopatra, or Helen of Troy, at least in my mind.

A name was easy -- I'd long ago named the model Irinna
in my dreams, and decided to stick with that.
Intelligence -- never settle for less than the best. I
had Aide make her as intelligent as myself (I tend to
score very high on IQ tests and the like, and consider
myself very intelligent indeed). I told Aide to make
her completely devoted to me -- her only desire was to
make me happy. Sexually, she would be completely
uninhibited, willing to do anything I wanted her to,
and experienced in all the forms of sex. 

"Is there anything else I need to consider?" I asked
Aide. <What about her past -- who is she, where is she
from, what's her job?> After some thought, I decided
to keep it simple. "Let her know the truth -- that she
was created by me for my pleasure. Make sure she's
familiar with my favorite books and movies and so
forth, so we'll have the same cultural references.
Does that cover it?"

<What about her voice?> "Like Faith Hill's, I think." 

<That covers all the basics.> "Then make it so."

I didn't jump this time. It helped that Aide didn't
create her right next to me on the couch, but rather
several feet away, standing near the doorway. I
immediately noticed that Aide had handled one last
detail -- she was dressed in an exact duplicate of the
same slave costume Princess Leia had been wearing
earlier.

I sucked in a breath as the most beautiful woman I'd
ever seen sank to her knees in front of me. "How may I
serve you, Master?"

Chapter 02: Master

Master. The word both frightened and thrilled me. For
the first time in my life, I was about to learn what
sex was all about, from a gorgeous woman who would do
anything I wished, indulge my kinkiest, darkest
desires.

Yet this same word finally brought home the
implications of what my new power meant -- I was her
master, she was my slave. I could use any euphemism I
chose, but she was still a slave -- and so,
potentially, was every other person in the world.

I put aside these thoughts for later -- right now, I
just wanted to lose my virginity. 

"Please make yourself at home while I change, Irinna,"
I said, heading for the bathroom. I had a chance to
make some self-improvements, and I wasn't going to
pass that up.

I stripped and looked at myself in the mirror. To be
honest, I was pretty ugly -- pasty-white from too much
time in front of the computer instead of outside,
scarred from multiple abdominal surgeries (my guts
were constantly a problem), and far too skinny - you
couldn't quite count my ribs, but it was close. I even
had acne still, although it was mostly on my neck and
shoulders.

_Aide, I want to make some changes. Get rid of my
scars and zits, add at least 20 pounds of muscle, tan
my skin a bit. Internally, I want to be in perfect
health - fix my damn intestines, give me 20/20 vision,
and get rid of any incipient cancers or other health
problems._ I had decided to get in the habit of
addressing Aide mentally -- people would think me very
strange if I went around talking to myself all the
time.

<Done.> My vision was blurry, so I took off the
now-unnecessary glasses and looked at the mirror once
more -- I looked much better. I was still
recognizable, but anyone who knew me would wonder
about the drastic changes. I would worry about that
later. Tonight, the only person who would see me was
Irinna, who already knew of my power.

I hesitated before leaving the bathroom, tempted by
one more change. It was almost cliched, really -- so
much so that you've probably already guessed what I
was thinking of. The same thing almost every horny
young male worries about.

Yes, gentle readers, I was worried about my dick size.
Sad, isn't it? To be sure, I really was rather small
down there, or at least less than average. About four
and a half inches long, and rather skinny. I knew
Irinna wouldn't care -- all she cared about was my
pleasure, not hers. On the other hand, she wouldn't
know I had changed anything, either, since she hadn't
seen me naked. In fact, the only people who had seen
me naked since puberty were doctors and nurses -- I
was always very personally modest, avoiding locker
room showers in high school, and locking the bathroom
door when I was still living with my family.

_Aide, double the size of my penis in all dimensions._
This gave me a weapon worthy of a porn star. _Also,
give me control over my sexual function. I want to be
able to maintain an erection for as long as I want, to
control when I ejaculate, and to be able to orgasm as
often as I want -- no refractory periods._ 

<Done>, Aide responded. I tested it for a minute,
making my erection go up and down a few times.
Satisfied, I had Aide conjure up a silk robe to
replace my sweats, and left the bathroom. From geek to
stud in five minutes.  Ah, power.

======================================================

When I returned to the living room, Irinna was
lounging seductively on the couch, still dressed in
that famous slave costume. "Very nice, Master," she
said approvingly. Of course, she probably would have
said the same thing, and even meant it, if I'd changed
myself into a hideous squid-like monster.
Nevertheless, hearing the compliment pleased me.

"Thank you, Irinna. Now, I'd like you to dance for me
-- not a strip, just an erotic dance." I wanted to set
the mood, a bit, and that costume was made for
dancing, after all. I had Aide clear the room of
extraneous furniture (coffee table, television, etc.)
and took Irinna's place on the couch.

She was very good. Part belly dancing, part pole
dancing, part something else I had no name for, she
worked back and forth across the room, teasing me with
her charms. She bent low to display her gorgeous
cleavage, strutted to display her legs, undulated to
display her belly, twirled to display her ass. This
last showed something even more interesting -- the
costume was crotchless, at least this version of it.
My cock stirred underneath the silk robe at the sight.

She ended the dance by dropping to her knees in front
of me, her face very nearly in my crotch. By this time
I was rock-hard, and my newly-enlarged dick was poking
out the front of my robe. Irinna looked at it, then up
at me with a question in her eyes. I nodded her
permission do continue with whatever she planned to
do.

She leaned forward and kissed the tip, causing it to
jerk a bit, before settling back and beginning to
lightly run her fingers up and down my legs. She began
below the hem of my robe, her fingertips barely
brushing my skin, tracing complex patterns on my
thighs as she moved upward. She brushed the robe aside
and continued tracing her fingers the insides of my
legs, one hand on each thigh. Her delicate fingers
caressing the sensitive flesh of my inner legs caused
me to become even harder still, harder than I would
have thought possible. At that moment, I was glad for
the control I'd asked Aide for -- without it, I would
undoubtedly have shot my first load already.

Finally, Irinna's questing fingers reached my balls,
lightly teasing my sack. As she began massaging my
testicles, she leaned in to kiss the tip of my cock
once more, then began licking up and down the shaft. A
few minutes later, she rose up and took the head into
her mouth, her tongue swirling around as she began to
go down on me. It was the first blowjob of my life --
the first non-solo sexual experience of my life -- and
I was in heaven.

Most of what I knew about sex came from pornography,
movies, magazines, and stories. Despite all the talk
(particularly in stories) about deep-throating, I knew
most women could not actually do it -- even porn stars
rarely took more than three or four inches into their
mouths, using their hands on the rest of the shaft.
Irinna quickly proved she wasn't most women -- when
the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat, she
barely even paused. Soon, ten inches of throbbing
man-meat (sorry, I just had to use that phrase) were
buried deep in her tight, hot throat. 

Irinna didn't stop there -- her fingers caressing my
balls, her tongue swirling around the base of my
shaft, and her throat muscles massaging the rest of my
prick all combined to provide the most exquisite
sensation of my life -- far better than Miss Rosie
Palm and her five daughters. As she began to bob her
head up and down, fucking her face with my cock,
Irinna looked up at me with pure love in her beautiful
green eyes.

As I had so many years ago with the model's pictures,
I became lost in those eyes. The reality was a hundred
times better than the many nights spent jacking off
over those ancient catalogs, because the model was
just doing a job, but this woman, *my* woman, was in
love. Her love might be a creation of Aide, just like
the rest of her, but it was still real for all that. 

Is a woman less real because she is created rather
than born? In the days to come, I would look back on
that moment and be reminded of _Blade Runner_ -- can
an android love? When I saw Irinna gazing at me then,
I knew that an "artificial" woman -- or an android --
*could* indeed love. Irinna was not just some fuck-toy
I had created -- she was her own person, with her own
thoughts, her own dreams and desires. Those desires
were inextricably bound to me, to my pleasure, my
happiness, but they were no less real simply because I
had programmed her with them. We are all programmed,
by our genetics and our upbringing, our parents, peers
and heros, by every event that happens in our lives.
This programming, the memories and beliefs and desires
that guide our decisions, is our soul, our essence. It
doesn't matter whether it evolves over a lifetime, or
is created in an instant, whether it's etched in
carbon or silicon or pure energy states, it is what
defines each of us as an individual person. 

It was in that moment, when I understood Irinna's
reality, and that her love was as real as her soul,
that I began falling in love with *her.* I was her
master, her lord, in some ways her father (how
delightfully incestuous!) She was my mistress, my
lady, my daughter -- how could I *not* love her?

None of these thoughts were coherent then, of course.
All I knew then was that she loved me, and it was
real, and that I loved *her,* and *it* was real. Lost
in these emotions, in her eyes, in her love, I let go
of myself, and of my self-control, and came.

She felt it first through her fingers, feeling my
balls draw up within their sack, and pulled back on my
cock, leaving only the tip in her mouth. I felt liquid
fire running through my body, erupting out the end of
my cock like volcanic lava, only to be engulfed by her
even warmer mouth. She swallowed as I came again, and
again, and again. And as I came down from my orgasm
and my eyes made contact with hers once again, I saw
her shudder -- she had come simply from making me
come.

"Thank you, Master."

"Thank *you,* Irinna, my love."

=====================================================
(C) Shadow Wolf 2002
This story is also available at StoriesOnline.net


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Author of "Omnipotence" at StoriesOnline.net

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