When the Master Comes: Speed Trap part I

Just a opening part, and clean enough to put up for free. Part II will be tomorrow and it'll be finished by Friday.

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Mark felt the power thrum within him as he drove down the empty, two-lane highway. He shook his head, looking down at the package in the seat next to him. Magic. Something he’d ignored or mocked as a sign of too many D&D games in college. But this book was real.   Denise had proven that.   The book had power, it had taught him power—but it needed fuel.

And I’m getting back what was once mine.  Mark shook his head. His family had been part of the town, before they’d been turned on. Before his great grandparents had been driven out for “witchcraft.”

And funnily enough, they were right.  Granted it didn’t have much to do with dealing with the devil, but anything unusual was enough for those small-minded people. Scattered to the wind, the rest of the family had become ordinary people who didn’t even bother with going out to see fantasy novels.

Mark hadn’t known anything was unusual until he’d been sorting out some stuff when his grandmother had died… and there he’d found it.

A Treatise On Calling A Great Power of the Arts of Pleasure…

“I’m going to get a lot of work on that done,”  Mark said to the empty air. After all, there was a reason the family had chosen an isolated town to settle down in. Didn’t want poking noses, and he wasn’t about to make the mistake they had.

“I’ll be in charge.” Mark’s voice dropped to a growl as he felt the familiar hunger he’d felt ever since he’d used the book for the first time, practically on a dare. A hunger that he knew how to fill—and would give him more power.

But first I have to get to town.  The two-lane highway had once been busy, according to his family. Now, he’d only passed a few cars, most of them looking like they were lost tourists. Above him, heavy clouds were filling the sky, threatening a storm.

That was another reason to choose this time.  Connerston always was more or less cut off in the winter. Most people preferred to avoid the highway, especially when the slopes above were heavy with snow.

One highway in, one out, not counting the little road that goes up to all the cabins and the ski lodge.

Not that it had been used in a while. The lodge had been popular decades ago but was in disrepair now. In fact…

As Mark shot by a little cutout, another car emerged behind him and suddenly he saw lights in his back window.

Police flashers.

What the hell? I was under the speed… Then he blinked as he passed another sign, cunningly set up so you couldn’t see it until it was going past you.

25MPH! It read.

“Of course, a speed trap.” Says something about who is running this town. The first time some tourists get caught is the last time they come here for vacation. But he pulled over to the side. The car behind him was an older police unit, a big lightbar instead of the sleek LED bars you saw in the city.

Mark waited, and then the doors opened, two people emerging

Well, this is starting on a high note.

One was black-haired, her hair in a short bobbed style, her impressive tits pressing her uniform shirt out, even as a full ass showed off her figure as she walked to the car, unconsciously swaying her hips.

Mark didn’t think it was because she was trying to be a tease. A figure like that sort of demanded you have a hip sway.

And behind her…

How the hell did she pass the physical? Her tits were even bigger than her partners, swaying a little with every stop, laughing at the attempt of any manmade bra to keep them still. The girl was a little younger than her partner, with dark blond hair in a bob, blunt bangs framing a nervous face, green eyes looking here, there, and everywhere.

Mark felt his power start to flicker, even as his cock twitched. But he didn’t have much…

On the other hand, he knew a way he could get more…

So when the women got to his car door, he rolled down the window, pushed his sunglasses down his nose, and smiled.

“Howdy! Can I help you?”