Ghost Story

by J G Jerome

  She says with a yawn, “the hardest part of that was manipulating it with a spectral body. Good night, my loving master.”

  “Goodnight, baby.”

  13 - Building a Bond

  I get up with the alarm, shutting it off quickly in the hope that Rebecca can get some more sleep. I set about doing my morning hygiene routine - pee, sun salutation, taiji, shower, and breakfast. That gets me online for work at a few minutes after 8 AM. I read through my emails and make a couple of calls to clarify a couple of issues. The one where one of my developers was getting pulled turned out to be more of an issue of the manager wanting some attention than a real issue. He backed down after we talked for about five minutes. I add him to my list of ‘frequent’ check-ins to keep him on board. I hear the toilet flush and the shower start as I dial into my 9:30 AM conference call.

  It’s supposed to be an hour call, but we have a tangent come up on testing towards the end. There is an issue with the test environment that is important and urgent enough to keep talking. I hate running over like that, but it’s part of the joy of managing projects. Fortunately, the people needed to resolve it can all stay. I let everyone else go. Warm arms and damp hair embrace me from the back of my chair as I hang up the call. I remove my headset and turn to face Rebecca.

  She does a creditable imitation of her spectral voice. “Hung-ree,” she says with a lascivious grin.

  I chuckle and give her a warm good morning kiss. “I’m happy to make breakfast for you. I’m guessing you want a creamy hors-d'œuvre, my love?”

  She slides to her knees reaching for my belt. I see she is wearing one of my flannel shirts as a robe. “Pleeeeeeeez, Master!” Willy takes note immediately.

  “Okay, baby. Get under the desk. I need to wrap up meeting notes. Once I get that done, I can make you a real breakfast,” I tell her.

  Rebecca grabs a pillow and positions herself under the desk as I open my jeans and slide them off. Rebecca takes me in her mouth and starts to demonstrate her burgeoning skills. I try to concentrate on the outcomes of the meeting and after-meeting to get the highlights in bullet formatted document at minimum. The sensations of Rebecca’s mouth quickly force me to give up the cause. Instead, I focus on her - her tongue, hands, and lips on my cock, her eyes locked onto mine.

  This isn’t going to take long. I look at her and my eyes begin to droop slightly until my sight loses focus. She appears to have colors erupt from her flesh. She is surrounded by a white corona, and I can see light blue and black eddies on her skin. My eyes flash open in surprise. I continue to see the corona faintly around her. ‘Weird,’ I think to myself.

  Then Rebecca grabs my hips with both hands and pushes me to the entrance of her throat and swallows. I go right down her throat! I guess she got used to doing it before she had a gag reflex. She continues to swallow repeatedly.

  She slides back to take a couple of breaths, smiles and shoves Willy down her throat again. I have a strange idea. I close my eyes and try to gather life energy from around me to saturate myself with it. I sense an unusual tightness in my head, neck, chest, and balls. Rebecca continues to work her throat - once, twice, thrice.

  I explode down her throat with a loud groan as she continues to milk me with her throat before sliding back to wrap her lips around my head and suck hard. I pump out one of the biggest loads of cum I’ve ever created. The tightness is gone.

  I slowly open my eyes as I come down off the high generated by Rebecca’s mouth. Her eyes are alight with joy. She reaches up with both hands and squeezes from the base of my cock all the way to the tip. A pearl of semen gathers there, and she licks it up with an ‘Mmmm’ sound.

  Rebecca gets up off the floor and crawls onto my lap. “Thank you, Will. I’m less ‘hung-ree’ now.” She gives me a wicked grin.

  I kiss her passionately. I release her mouth to tell her, “I need to take a long vacation, so we can spend more quality time together.”

  She cuddles into me and says, “Yes, please.” She looks up at me with a smile. “I need to find something to do with myself, or I will drive you insane. I’ve been stuck here for one hundred thirty-two years. I have a major case of cabin fever!”

  I chuckle as I squeeze her to me. “I bet, ‘Becca.”

  She gets suddenly serious. “Please don’t call me that, William. My father called me that while he was attempting to rape me. Becky might be okay, but not Becca.”

  I nod back with equal gravity. “Got it. Rebecca it is.”

  She smiles slightly, “I must confess to rather liking ‘Baby.’”

  I chuckle, “Yes, ma’am.”

  She kisses me and gets up. “I can make my own breakfast, Will. I actually used to be a pretty good cook. I have figured out how to turn on the stove, and I know where the food is stored. I can manage.”

  “Okay,” I answer before I stand and clothe my lower half. I watch her skinny butt and legs sashay into the kitchen. ‘Damn, she’s skinny! I really need to focus on helping her get healthy.’ Her hair looks like she put it into a loose braid while it was still wet.

  I watch her squat down in front of the refrigerator and set out butter, bread, eggs, sliced ham, liverwurst, and an onion. She then digs a cutting board and knife from the cabinets and drawers before getting busy. I watch her clean and chop the onion without cutting her own finger. At that point, I figure I can let her do her own thing.

  I turn back to finishing the meeting notes. I send them out and then call the Product Manager for the software we’re building to discuss likely features and ‘stories’ for the next development sprint. After I hang up, I go to the table and kiss Rebecca’s cheek while she eats her breakfast.

  I ask, “Would you like a cup of coffee?” She nods as she chews, so I put the kettle on to boil and get the cup-top filter kit out. I guess I better get a second one as I have a full-time companion now. I put it on my Wunderlist shopping list and prepare a couple of filters.

  Then I go sit by my lover as I wait for the water to boil. I touch her hand and make sure I have her attention. “Eat more. You need to put on some fat and feed your muscles. Looking at you, I am guessing your health is about where you were about four days before you died. We need to fuel your cells, remove toxins, and get you active.”

  She looks down at her plate. “I agree, Will. I’ll make another sandwich.”

  “How about we get you on a steady routine of five to six meals every day? Standard or smaller portions, but I want to keep a steady flow of nutrients into your body for about four weeks while we get you started exercising. After that, we can transition to a standard three square meals per day.”

  She looks at me seriously. “You put some thought into this.”

  “A little,” I agree. “I’m worried about your health, Rebecca. I am just getting to know you. I don’t want to lose you. Would anything from your studies as a witch allow you to create a tonic to cleanse toxins and invigorate your cellular health.”

  She smiles at me. “Yes, Master. I will spend some time this afternoon working up a couple of recipes. I must meditate to remember them as my spell book is gone. They should work even without applying power to them; I will just need to take them longer.” She takes a bite of bread covered in butter and liverwurst.

  “Great,” I say as I stroke her arm. “Rebecca, you mentioned some things last night that are leading me to more questions.”

  She swallows her bite of bread and asks, “Such as?”

  “Zombies, ghouls, golems, demons, and spirits. Life energy versus death energy. What do I need to know about these to ensure I don’t cause trouble unintentionally?”

  She gives me an appraising look. “Easy questions first. Zombies are humans that have no soul. Most are born without a soul, but as I said last night - necromancers can make them, too. I don’t know how because if you remove the soul from a body, it dies. Ghouls are essentially the same except they were dead and animated long after their brain structure has deteriorated. I don’t know what the threshold is. Ne
ither has an aura when you look at them with craft-sight. All humans do. I used to see a small corona from plants and animals too, but it usually appeared light green to me - life energy. Zombies have none. I’ve never seen one, so I can’t tell you what they look like to my sight.”

  I nod in acknowledgement. “This morning when you were getting your appetizer, I suddenly saw a white corona surrounding you. Then I also saw that you had eddies of blue and black energy flowing through your body.”

  Rebecca frowns for a moment. “The corona is probably my soul. The blue and black may be how you perceive life energy and death energy. I don’t know enough about necromancy to relate what you are describing to what I have experienced.” She reaches out to touch my hand. “We need to find a necromancer to train you. I just don’t know enough about your craft to help you.”

  I agree, “Makes sense. I’m not sure how to go about that, but we can put it on our ‘to do’ list.”

  “As for golems,” she says. “They are artificial life forms. As far as I know, only necromancers can create them. They are considered a major work. Aunt Judith mentioned that her final project to finish her apprenticeship was to create a clay golem. You can make them out of dirt, or ‘clay,’ or you can make them from the flesh of corpses. Aunt Judith said that most necromancers avoid the flesh golems as it’s difficult to get them to look alive. I’m guessing what you did for me would also be considered a major work.”

  I say, “This is all so difficult to wrap my brain around. I believe you, but it is so far outside my frame of reference that I have difficulty grasping these ideas even when you explain them. I definitely need a mentor.”

  “I think so,” she agrees. “Now, you also asked about demons. I don’t really know much about them. I understand that they are not ‘demonic’ in the traditional, literary, ‘minion of Satan’ sense. It’s really an abbreviated name. Originally, they were called ‘Dimension Travellers.’ They come from a variety of ‘dimensions.’ Sorcerers can call them here physically. A necromancer can push the soul of a demon into a zombie.”

  I ask, “Can they be pushed into a golem?”

  “I don’t know,” she answers. “I’ve never heard of it.” She grins at me. “Ask your mentor.”

  I roll my eyes. “Okay, smart-ass. If I was going to create a love slave, why did I create a smart-ass?”

  She laughs and says smugly, “You find my spirit and intelligence very attractive, Master.”

  I chuckle back. “Guilty, Baby. Plus your pure heart and affectionate nature. I think you’re adorable.”

  “How could you not?” she asks rhetorically with a lascivious grin.

  I can’t help but laugh at that. “Okay, my darling smart-ass. If demons are pushed into a zombie, then they just possess the body? There’s no visible change?”

  “I think so. Again, that is outside the realm of my training. I know there are different kinds of demons, but I couldn’t tell you what they all are. I think elves and succubi are among them. Mrs. Leuvenfeld did not go into much detail on it, but Monsignor Morgan mentioned those two specifically as ‘threats to my immortal soul.’ I do not know if the Rabbi would have agreed or not.”

  I shrug. “Okay, Baby. Tell me about spirits.”

  She grimaces. “I am not particularly well informed about spirits. They are intelligences that have no body. They are native to our world. They do not have the ability to bind to a body without the help of a sorcerer or necromancer. I think either can do it, but I do not know for certain. They are natural beings, and Mrs. Leuvenfeld said she thinks they are the source of much of the myths about fairies. That is all I know, plus a little speculation. Aunt Judith and Mrs. Leuvenfeld refused to discuss them, so I assumed I knew all I needed to know.”

  I lean to kiss her cheek. She turns to capture my lips, and she wraps an arm around my neck.

  She looks at me with hooded eyes, and then she gasps. “Oh my goodness, William. I can see your aura! My powers are coming back!”

  “Will that allow you to boost the power of the recipes you mentioned? Can you use it to get stronger?” I ask.

  Rebecca grimaces slightly. “Some. I’m so weak that I need to minimize the amount of crafting I do at the risk of depleting my life energy.”

  I tell her, “I tried to push life energy into your appetizer. I don’t know if it helps, but I will keep doing it until we agree you don’t need it.”

  Rebecca gets up suddenly and slides onto my lap. She wraps her arms around my neck and looks into my eyes from four inches away. “I may not need you to feed me, but I love the intimacy of sucking your cock and having your seed shoot down my throat. Please don’t ever take that away from me.”

  “As you wish, my love.”

  “Claim me, Will. With intent. Claim me as your property. Whether you favor slavery or not, I need you to bond me to you. I don’t want anyone to be able to take me from you.”

  I growl, “They better not try. I have killed before. I will do it again to anyone that tries to hurt you or take you against your will.” I calm myself and think about what she is asking me to do. I have no idea what I’m supposed to do to ‘create a bond.’ Maybe if I focus on connecting to her with life energy like I did while she was blowing me. ‘Would that work?’

  I explain my thoughts. “Rebecca, unless you know how to create a bond, I will have to improvise. Do you know?” She shakes her head sadly. I can see tears gathering in the corner of her eyes. “Okay, so this is what I am going to try. I will focus on connecting to you with life energy like I did while you were sucking my cock. Rather than trying to saturate my body with life energy, I will try to create a cord of it connected to you. After that, maybe I should wrap it in death energy to attack anyone that attacks the bond.”

  She weeps, “I don’t know, Will. I am yours. I just want to be protected, so no one can take me from you.”

  I start saturating my body with life energy. I ask, “Do you love me, Rebecca?”

  Her response is immediate. “With all that I am, William.”

  I tell her, “Wrap my heart in yours as I wrap yours in mine.” Then I focus on Rebecca and envision spooling the life energy from me to her. “Rebecca, who do you belong to?”

  She weeps, “I belong to you, William James. I am yours. You brought me back from death. You are my master. You are the man I love.”

  I respond, “Rebecca, as you are mine, I am yours. You are bound to me in life and death forever more. I wrap you in chains of life and love. No one else may make a claim on you without the consent of both of us. All others who attempt to claim you will know my wrath, and it shall be terrible.”

  Then I devour her mouth passionately as I scoop her into a bridal carry and convey her to my bed. I stake my claim repeatedly, and she screams her assent and surrender over and over again.

  14 - Shopping and Surprises

  A couple of hours later I wake coated in sweat and our combined fluids. I can’t believe that Willy immediately starts to raise his head, but apparently he is ‘hun-ree.’ Rebecca’s face is next to mine as she rests on my shoulder. She smiles as she feels my cock bumping her leg.

  She murmurs, “Master, are you going to feed me?”

  I smile at her. “I was thinking a quick shower, and then we go grab some clothes for you.”

  “You need to work,” she says. “We can go when you finish work.” She lies there for a moment before she looks up at me. “Marissa is coming today, right?”

  “Yes, she is. I thought we might just run down to Walgreens and get you a couple sets of shorts, t-shirts - or at least some cheap shoes. They don’t have much, but they carry a small assortment for the tourists. Marissa will take you out and get you fitted properly later. We could go down there and be back in less than an hour. I’ve got a 4:30 meeting, but that leaves plenty of time for us to get back, eat, and for me to get back to work. Tonight I will take you to a restaurant, and we can get you a phone. We can train you how to use it before we pass out tonight.”

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p; “Okay,” she agrees drowsily.

  “Let’s rinse our bodies in the shower real quick and head out,” I tell her. As plans go, it’s not terrible. Regardless she groans as I slide out of bed. “Let’s go, sleepyhead.”

  Rebecca grins over her shoulder at me. “You wore me out, William. I don’t think I can walk properly ever again.”

  I spank her barely-there butt. “Get up, strumpet.”

  She squeals and rapidly crawls out of the bed. I grab her hand and walk her to the bathroom. She takes a seat and empties her bladder as I get the shower temperature set right. She gets up, and I forestall her flush. “I’ll add to it.”

  She walks into the shower as I drain Willy. I see her soap up her body in the mirror as she watches me. I flush and step into the shower. We scrub each other quickly, and we avoid getting her hair wet.

  As we dry off she asks, “Are we married now, William?” I haven’t figured out why she uses ‘William’ versus ‘Will’ sometimes.

  I answer, “Not legally, but spiritually, yes. I need to get you documentation for your identity. Getting a set of ‘Rebecca Silberschmid’ documents may be a challenge unless there is a female baby that was born with that name about eighteen-to-twenty-four years ago who subsequently died.”

  She purses her lips as she hangs her towel on the rack. “Will I need to change my name?”

  I shrug as I hang mine. “Probably. Unless I can find a really good hacker. I know a couple, but not one that good.”

  She asks, “What’s a ‘hacker,’ Will?”

  I explain, “Someone who uses a computer to get into other people’s computers. It’s generally not considered legal. Without a birth certificate for you, we are going to have to commit some type of crime to get you legal identity documentation.”

  “Can my surname be ‘James,’ Will?”

  “Eventually, it could be. None of the other girlfriends appear interested in marriage. We should probably establish your name as something else first,” I explain. I pull out one of my tightest t-shirts and a pair of my black cotton workout shorts. Fortunately I prefer real shorts versus the knee-length version that is the current fashion. They shouldn’t look too ridiculous on her. I hand them to Rebecca. “You can wear these for now. You’ll have to wear a pair of my flip flops until we get shoes for you in your size.”