The Apprentice Years

Pan d'Aubonville came to old Master Guo at the age of 9. He was a sneaky, cunning and devious old fox, but he took his task of training Pan to be a telepathic fighter pilot very seriously and carried it out conscientiously. Pan had an eidetic memory and just flew by in school lessons. The master's household was run by about 30 gonnies and was impeccable. The first discrepancies the boy noticed were when he overheard that the Master completely disregarded his duty of chastity and brought one of his gonnie wives into his bedroom every night and fucked her. Young Pan already knew how quick–tempered the old Master could become and wisely kept his mouth shut.

Pan was interested in the history of his family from the very beginning. This had immigrated to Bangurel about 3,000 years ago and had produced many famous explorers, scientists, warriors, intellectuals and regional rulers. He was immensely proud of this and was admonished several times by the Master. The pride of position and the arrogance were completely out of place here. Who screws himself in the height, falls all the deeper. The 10–year–old Pan understood instantly that the old man was right. Knowing that the d'Aubonvilles had ruled in cities and provinces gave him a pleasant feeling, but he didn't need to brag about it or feel like something better. He had to accomplish something himself, to prove himself in life. That was the only thing he could be justly proud of.

It was not until he was 12 that his sexuality awakened. He went every evening in the courtyard to the campfire of the Gonnies and learned to fuck with them. It was great, he liked it a lot! Master Guo could not deny him, nor could he deny that almost every night after the boisterous evening and public fucking at the campfire, he would also take a Gonnie girl to his bed to fuck. The synthetic mulberry poison got Pan fully revved up and he fucked the gonnies as often as horniness told him to. There was a dispute between Master and Pupil only at the very beginning, but Pan held his ground. The 12–year–old reminded in cloistered sentences that the Master was talking out of his ass.

Master Guo had given him the android Fyy for his 12th birthday. She was ordered to be Pan's teacher and bedfellow during his apprenticeship years and was the one who was always available for him to fuck. She was a girl of about 16 or 17 years with a beautiful body, which the inventor had idealized after the body of his deceased daughter. He had developed only 2 models, the first was unfortunately a failure. Fyy was the only one of her kind and her developer fucked the beautiful daughter model like possessed, day and night, because he had never been able to fuck his sick daughter during her lifetime. He had lost all touch with reality and was going crazy. He fucked the android day and night until his cock was bloody and his heart failed. Master Guo, who had developed large parts of the brain and especially the AI, was the inventor's only interlocutor in recent years. He found him lying dead on the floor after days. Before he notified the police anonymously, he disappeared with Fyy.

From Fyy he learned to fuck the gonnie women better than any gonnie man. Fyy had a brain that had long been superior to Master Guo's, and she contributed greatly to Pan's education. She was especially good at training him in military techniques, which was a weak point of the Master, who had once been a leading brain scientist and psychologist. Pan was then seriously thinking of serving as a technician in the military.

After the dispute over his first night with a gonnie, Pan became as false and devious as his Master and successfully hid his secrets. He practiced telekinesis and teleportation without the master noticing. He practiced telepathy with his gonnies, because only the master and he lived in the household, so he had to enter the gonnies' minds. When Fyy taught him the forbidden art of creating and controlling an astral body, he went unseen into the patricians' homes, eavesdropping on their conversations or watching them have sex. He approached the daughters unseen and slipped into their minds. He was by now strong enough to seduce and fuck them with telepathy.

His astral body stood motionless beside the young girl, patiently watching her until she finished masturbating. Then he went very deep into her mind and awakened in her the irrepressible desire to be fucked. Pan enjoyed this power to turn the girls on from the inside and fuck them to exhaustion. Most of the time it was so real for the girl that her hymen tore. Although he was lying in his bed next to the snoring fur ball of a gonnie girl, his astral body was fucking the young patrician girl or the newlywed young woman next to the sleeping hubby and pouring into her. The young married human women fucked the most passionately, the cunning naughty man judged and fucked them all until dawn. It was so genuine and real that he really poured himself in his bed. Pan not only enjoyed the special feeling of power, but developed his telepathic abilities to perfection. The old Master never knew about all this. Years later, Pan was convinced that it was Fyy who had awakened his fondness for young, very young girls in his heart.

Pan had read many thousands of books during those years of apprenticeship and had acquired a vast knowledge. His telepathic and military training came to an end when he was 20, and he went to the medical institute alongside the ancient, frail cane–walking Master Guo. He had to undergo a test to see if he was fit to be a fighter pilot. He was sweating with excitement because this test was neutral, conducted by a machine and could not be manipulated. He entered the mind of the assistant, it was much easier than entering the mind of a gonnie girl. The result was too high, 93%. Master Guo immediately realized that he had missed something. The minimum for fighter pilots was 55%. Pan telepathically ordered the assistant to say 61% and dictate it into the log. The poor guy dutifully obeyed and later erased the original data by mistake.

Master Guo was proud of him and that he had done his job well. Pan completed the two days of test flights excellently, with the third best result of the year. Pan was satisfied because he did not want to stand out with best performances.

On the third day, Master Guo gave a festive dinner and then took Pan to the Gonnies' bonfire. Pan was worried because the Master was chattering mindlessly about how he was going to rub the other masters' noses in the incredible result and potential that was in his pupil first thing tomorrow. Master Guo laughed at him and his fears and talked his head off. The Master had drunk way too much of the synthetic mulberry liquor and let the gonnie girls fuck him deep into the night until his heart gave out. Pan was very depressed after his first kill, for the old man had kindly mentored, taught and molded him for half his life. Fyy understood his feelings towards the old master and comforted him. But now he had become superfluous and knew far too many of the student's secrets, this could one day take its revenge! said Fyy. Therefore, farewell, honored Master!

Sanctus! said the official, who approached him after the solemn funeral. Sanctus Dominus! replied Pan well–mannered and took a document. It was his call–up to military service, the day after tomorrow.