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Dinah Alcott sobbed. The numbers hadn’t been wrong before. The men that grabbed her were going to take her to a very bad man. She’d be free eventually, but until then that bad man was going to do bad things to her. She’d asked the numbers this morning about her odds of going home after school, and they were less than two percent. She’d asked the odds that she was going to be kidnapped by the bad man who’d been hunting her, and they were over ninety five percent. She’d asked the odds of anything happening once she was grabbed to interfere with the kidnapping, and they were less than five.
“Oh stop that sniffling,” one of the masked men that grabbed her and threw her into the black van snapped. “The odds of us not getting you to the boss are practically nil.”
Then something happened. Something that had never happened before. Her power responded to the man referencing odds, but that wasn’t what was unusual. What was unusual was that she got different results to a question she’d already asked.
98.076%
Dinah blinked as the numbers came to her, before there was a sudden rushing sound of wind and the black van was sent flying through the air. Dinah screamed as her body lurched against the seatbelt, the material digging into her skin through her clothes. She felt the world spinning for what felt like ages, the air filled with the sound of whipping wind, shattering glass, and crashing metal.
Finally, the van came to a stop, upside down, the engine letting out a few sputters before it died. The two men in the front of the van, and the men that were in the back behind her, all groaned before unbuckling themselves and crawling out of the wrecked van. Glass crunched under boots, and Dinah, slightly dazed, looked out the shattered window.
There was a pair of black shoes walking on the sky, what looked like a cane tapping the sky next to them. Below the shoes were black pants that had white bones on them, like when the neighborhood boys would dress as skeletons for Halloween.
“Who the fuck are you?” one of the bad men that had kidnapped her demanded, a whining sound filling the air.
The shoes stopped, maybe fifteen or twenty feet from the car. There was the sound of something breaking, before there was another booming explosion, and a gust of air blew shards of window glass into the van, making Dinah cover her eyes. When Dinah lowered her arms, the black shoes continued their march towards the van, and the men who had kidnapped her were gone.
“Be not afraid,” a man’s voice said, quietly but with a hint of steel and warning in it. “For I am here.”
There was a screeching of metal as sparks flew from the van door facing the black shoes. The cane came down between the shoes before the door came away, revealing the man wearing the black shoes. He was thin, really thin. Like, boney thin. The bone theme on his pant legs continued up his shirt, over which he wore a black suit jacket like her uncle’s but it was black with the inside of it red. He wore white gloves like Mickey, Goofy, and Bugs Bunny. But most surprisingly, considering that he had to be a cape, he left his face bare. No mask, no helmet, nothing to hide his facial features.
They, like his proportions, were boney. His eyes were sunken into his face, red like when she skinned her knees, but where they were supposed to be white, instead they were black. His cheeks were pronounced, like the skin hung directly on his cheekbones. He had blonde hair that fell over his face in a pair of bangs that reached down to his shoulders. Then there was the smile (or maybe it was a smirk). It curled up the right side of his face, and something about it made her think the kind of happy he was feeling wasn’t the kind that made her smile.
“Come now, my dear,” he said as he knelt down and held his hand out to her. “I believe it is time for us to leave.”
“Who are you?” Dinah asked, as she fumbled with the seat belt. It came undone, and she dropped, hitting her head on the roof of the car.
“All will be explained in time, for the moment, I need to remove you from here, so that more of those men do not show up and attempt to take you back,” the man said as he reached in and scooped her up into his arms.
He held her against his hip, before crouching down and leapt. The street beneath his feet shattered, and the two of them whipped through the air. Dinah screamed, burying her head into the side of the cape holding her.
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It was surprisingly easy, grabbing the Alcott precog. I had assumed that the goons that Calvert sent would be more of a challenge, but I suppose that there’s only so much threat baseline humans could offer towards me. I’d arrived on Bet in early March and was only now making my first public move. I’d already bound four other targets, two mostly because of old gamer instincts demanding I collect the entire set.
I lifted my cane and tapped it against the wall of a building, opening a portal to the demiplane bound to me. Walking through the tear in the fabric of reality, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath of the clean air, the scent of the sea and pine trees carried on the breeze.
Dinah lifted her head from my side and looked around, her eyes wide as the portal snapped shut. She took in the sight of the manor house, which resembled the lovechild of a mansion and a log cabin, and her jaw dropped as she took in the smooth wood timbers and rustic appeal. I let a smirk spread across my face as I gently lowered her to her feet, taking her hand in mine as I led her up the walk to the front door.
I’d bind Dinah soon enough, but I had other matters that required addressing first. I led her inside, where we were met by the one human woman in my retinue not native to some version of Earth Bet.
“Good to see you, sir,” the first of the Manor's full time residents said, with a slight bow, her brown hair tied back in a bun and her dress that of an 18th Century working woman, a choker sitting daintily around her neck.
“Sarah,” I greeted before gesturing to Dinah. “Get some food in her, I will be in the office. Send Sophia and Taylor there to report in when they arrive.”
"Yes, sir," Sarah Hawkins said with a smile before turning to look at Dinah, motherly instincts rising to the forefront. "Let’s get you something. What's your favorite meal, and I'll see what we have."
My eyes may have lingered on the underrated Disney MILF's rear as she took the preteen precog by the hand and led her to the kitchen. But only briefly, I had to deal with the bane of everyone who had minions under them: payroll.
Even without taking my purchased or captured harem into account, I'd laid the foundation for a criminal empire. The employees of which needed to be paid. It was one such employee that let me know about Dinah being taken by Coil's goons. Said employee was going to find a not insignificant bonus in their bank account when they next checked their balance.
It was at this time that the door to my office opened and two particular teens entered. Before promptly sitting as far from the other as possible. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, as Sophia Hess broke the silence.
"Why the fuck is the Mayor's niece playing with the oversized cat downstairs?" the crass, hot headed girl demanded, a note of disgust, disappointment, and frustration poorly disguised.
"She is a Thinker. A precognitive, to be precise," I calmly answered, not addressing the unspoken accusation in Sophia's question.
"Is that why you told me to go through with the bank robbery?" Taylor, the other girl, asked.
"Indirectly, yes," I said with a nod before elaborating. "I knew that the secret backer of the Undersiders wanted Dinah for how her power synergizes with his own, but I didn't know when he would make his move. I have no plans on doing anything sexual with Dinah, my bringing her here was the simplest way to ensure that she doesn't find herself hooked on drugs and forced to answer questions all day long.
"To put it another way, her greatest value to me is in denying her to others. Now, I think you both have a report for me. Taylor, you first."
One at a time, the two girls told me about what happened at the bank from their perspective. It went as I had expected, and after they finished, I dismissed them to either go home or to one of the many rooms in the manor. I needed to check in on my guest.
Sophia had said that Dinah was playing with "the oversized cat" and there were two individuals that fit that description. But only one who would be willing to play with a preteen human. Sure enough, Dinah was in Sarah's garden, placing a crown of flowers on the head of a fully grown lioness.
"Thanks!" Kiara, the collared lioness said cheerfully as she butted her head against Dinah. "Do you think that… oh, hi Toshi."
"Kiara," I greeted with a nod. "I need to speak with Dinah. Why don't you find Vitani and go for a hunt?"
I worded it as a suggestion, but it really wasn't and the lioness knew it. So, after giving Dinah a last rub of her head, Kiara stood and made her way inside, rubbing her body against my side as she left.
"You aren't going to take me home, are you?" Dinah asked, her voice somber.
"Have you used your power much today?" I asked instead of answering.
"I tried, but whenever I ask it a question about you nothing happens."
"If you go home, odds you're captured and taken by the same man who organized today?"
"Ninety eight point six one four percent," she answered without thinking, wincing lightly.
"That is why you aren't going home. Until I can deal with the one who orchestrated your kidnapping today, if you left this rwalm you'd be captured and then used as his Oracle of Delphi. With the way his power works, he would be able to get an effectively endless use of your power."
"So are you going to be asking questions?"
I shrugged, "If so, they will mostly be unintentionally. I want you out of my enemies reach, more than I want you. Do you understand?"
"You're keeping me here, not to ask me questions but so a bad man can't?" Dinah asked, her face scrunched up in adorable confusion.
"Exactly," I told her. "I will need to take Kiara and Vitani with me on occasion, but Sarah will always be here, and I imagine that she will appreciate help with her garden. Others will pass through on occasion as well.
"The only restrictions on you are the following: locked doors are locked for a reason, always have someone with you if you decide to use the pool, and never put on any jewelry you may find here. Understood?"
Dinah blinked, confusion covering her expression, but nodded. I'd told Taylor and Sophia the truth: I had no plans on fucking the preteen precog. But if she was stupid enough, and based on past experience that seemed to be the norm for Thinkers rather than the exception, to put on one of the Tempest Chokers after being explicitly told not to…
I spoke with the preteen precog for a little bit longer, before heading inside to appease the Ḩų̵́͢͢͠ǹ̶̢̛̕͢͢͟ǵ̷̷̢̀̕͜͜͜e̛͘͘͢͢͢͠͏r̵̸͜͞͠͞ inside of me. For all its synergy with One for All, if I knew what I do now I would have chosen a different concept for my Company backed Heritage. I knew the drawback of what I'd chosen would entail, it had been laid out to me in extreme detail, but as someone who grew up middle class in a prosperous, first world country, I couldn't understand it.
The endless, grasping, gnawing agony that threatened to consume me from inside out, that would never be satiated, only lessened. Fortunately for me, there was more than one kind of hunger, and thus multiple ways to appease the endless pit that was my Element.
I entered the kitchen/dining room to see Sarah helping the two lionesses with their catch: an absolutely massive bull moose. As skilled hunters as Kiara and Vitani were, their lack of hands meant that once they had brought a kill down there was little that they could do to butcher it. At least, I thought to myself as I pulled out my phone and opened up a particular app. Little they can do in their natural forms.
With the tap of a button, both lionesses let out a yelp as their bodies shifted, turning from lions with human intellect to a form halfway between human and lioness.
"Ladies," I greeted as I put my phone away.
"Your Majesty," Vitani said with a bow, her collar gleaming in the faux candle light.
Similar, albeit less formal, greetings came from Sarah and Kiara, and I took a moment to think before coming to a decision.
"Kiara, Vitani, finish butchering the moose and put it away. Sarah, come here," I ordered.
The two lionesses scurried to the knife blocks and got to work, while Sarah rushed around the counter and came to a stop in front of me. She was of above average height at five foot six, the same height as Taylor, but she was utterly dwarfed by my own seven foot and change. That only made me want her more, my hands reaching down and grabbing her ass.
She jumped, startled by my brazenness, before I lifted her up into the air. I captured her lips with my own, my tongue thrusting into and plundering her mouth, all the while my fingers danced and pressed and flitted across her skin, tripping nearly every erogenous spot she had. Except for her breasts, pussy, or her backdoor.
Within a minute of my fingers playing her like a piano, Sarah screamed into my mouth as she came, her body twisted and writhing as much as it could in my iron grip. With one hand, I opened the front of my pants and pulled my hard cock out before tearing her dress off her.
Sarah hadn't even begun to recover from her orgasm when my dick plunged into her soaking wet pussy. I let her break the kiss, her head falling backwards as her eyes widened and her jaw dropped into a loud, guttural scream. Again, she came, her passage tightening around me like a silken vice, doing its best to hold me still while it tried to adjust to my girth.
"T-too…" Sarah started to say, a groan forcing its way out of her as I pulled my hips back and thrust back into her.
It wasn’t love making, or even just sex. My pace was fast, hard, and not gentle in the least. And Sarah came around my cock in moments. Then she came again, and again, and again. By the time I let myself go, she’d had another half a dozen orgasms, her eyes were rolled up into her head, and the only noise coming from her were senseless, fuck-drunk gurgling.
For my part, some of the edge was blunted from the Ḩų̵́͢͢͠ǹ̶̢̛̕͢͢͟ǵ̷̷̢̀̕͜͜͜e̛͘͘͢͢͢͠͏r̵̸͜͞͠͞, but not as much as I’d been expecting. Frowning, I let Sarah drop to the floor, her back coming to lean against the table that Kiara and Vitani had long since finished butchering the moose on. It was then that my ears caught the sound of someone in the doorway.
Turning, my gaze narrowed into a hard, piercing stare, before I said, “I specifically told you not to touch those chokers, Dinah.”