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The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 01

By: HankDolworth



This is a work of fiction, no real people, places or events are described, all main characters are over 18. Reading the first 17 chapters of The Designer series is helpful to knowing the characters in this story. Please take a few hours and read through them, and vote and comment if lead. 

This story picks up where The Designer - Chapter 17 left off, I hope you enjoy.

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Present Day

As Jeremiah opened the passenger door to let Lexi in the front seat of our car, my mind finally synced with reality. Writing about the past had left him in a reminiscent state, and all the current day's events caught up with him. he looked at Lexi as she lowered her trim form into the luxury leather seats and said, "Wait, it's not taco night is it?"

Lexi giggled and shook her head with a mischievous grin, "You get lost in your thoughts too easily, Jeremiah, but I've learned to play along. No, it's definitely not taco night."

I shut the door, and walked around to the driver's side door, and got in behind the wheel, looking again at the stunning red haired woman sharing my car. There is a lot of things still to do before the party, though, isn't there?"

Lexi smiled and leaned over to kiss me as I started the car, her lips always soft and willing, almost needing to seal her physical body with mine, slowly she parted the meaningful kiss. "J, don't worry, the preparations have been in motion all day, we just need to go home and get ready."

I put the car in reverse and pulled out of the office parking lot, getting lost in my thoughts about everything that had culminated in this day, and my thoughts drifted back into the past again.

Past Events

I woke up in the same place I fell asleep, after my family of four girls, Alyssa, Kelly, Alexis and Carmen had reunited. I wasn't sure if I moved at all during the night because Carmen was curled into my chest on one side, and Alyssa mirrored her on my other side. I looked past Alyssa and saw that Kelly and Lexi had pretty much remained clutched together through the night. I didn't want to disturb anyone so I laid back enjoying the heat of my lovers' bodies and mulled through my thoughts.

I was surprised to think about my father, and realized that I harbored a lot of latent anger towards him. I did not quite know how to place my anger, since for much of my life I refused to think about him at all. He was like a void that had suddenly been filled with a poisonous gas; the more I thought about him the more bitter I became. The thoughts seemed misplaced after all the activities of the previous day, I was looking forward to a few days of rest, and the thoughts of my long dead father just didn't seem to fit. I would have to think more about that, I concluded regrettably. I thought about the safety deposit box key I had left on the table. I wondered if Alyssa had stored it someplace safe, I wondered what could be in it. 

I felt some stirring on my chest, and looked down to see Alyssa look at me with a sleepy grin. She combed her fingers through my chest hair then bent and kissed my nipple. I combed my fingers through her hair and held her cheek in the palm of my hand. She pressed into it, then slid up my body to give me a kiss. 

"I love you J," she said curling into my neck and squeezing me gently. 

"I love you too, Aly." I replied kissing the top of her head.

"I felt you thinking just now," she said, "I'm glad you're processing your emotions without freaking out."

"It's hard sometimes, babe." I replied, "But you were right about all the stress I've gone through lately. I'm going to try to give myself a break."

"Would you two gringos keep it down," Carmen joked, "this chica is still recovering from the serious fucking she got last night."

"Oh, poor you," I said winking at her. 

Carmen crawled up my reclined body and gave me a kiss then leaned over me and kissed Alyssa too. Then she rolled off the bed and started getting dressed. She waved at us to join her, so Aly and I slid off the bed and dressed silently. Then we followed Carmen up the stairs, leaving Lexi and Kelly sleeping on our bed.

"I wanted to talk about yesterday," Carmen said when we reached the kitchen.

"What about it?" I asked, already dreading the question.

Alyssa started a pot of coffee, while I sat down at the table. Carmen slipped into my lap and hugged me, then combed her fingers through my hair. Her tenderness surprised me, she was usually not so demonstrative of her affection.

"Jeremiah, I know something happened with you," Carmen said softly, "I don't know how I know, I just felt that you were hurting... or sad, maybe a bit panicked. Please tell me what that means."

I looked at her seeing the concern in her eyes. I was surprised how concerned she was acting. She was usually so aloof. 

"It's a long story, Carmen, are you sure you want to hear all of it?" I asked.

"Yes, J." Carmen said, "I need to know. I don't understand why we're so connected. Please help me understand."

Her open vulnerability along with her affection broke through my defenses. So I told my whole story. I started telling her what I little I knew about my father, and my family. I figured she'd need to know my whole backstory, before she could understand how emotionally frazzled I was yesterday afternoon. Alyssa brought over two cups of coffee for Carmen and I, then sat beside me and sipped her tea. The whole story took about ten minutes to relate. Carmen continued to listen attentively while she sipped her coffee. 

"He was fine, Carmen. I know he had a lot on his mind, and he needed his rest. I woke him up just after you guys got here.," Alyssa said, "You must have tuned into his distress as you got closer and it must have gotten stronger the closer you got."

"The sadness and panic was strong a couple hours out, then it calmed into a flatline, I guess the nap explains the quieting." Carmen said, "Totally weird to be wired into each other, I felt the same feelings this morning, before your talking woke me up. So why are all of us synced into you like that?" 

"I dunno," i said again, becoming frustrated with my lack of knowledge. I took a deep breath and looked at Alyssa.

"We think it's because of how he fixed each of us, and then the deep connection we build with people we are sexually active with." Alyssa explained, "Jeremiah's power allows him to become entangled with people he adjusts, and a sexual connection seems to strengthen that connection."

Carmen thought for a moment, before speaking, "But you didn't fix me until the hotel," she commented, "But I felt attached to you ever since we met in Kelly's room."

"It might just be Jeremiah's ability and the sexual connection," Alyssa said, while I nodded, "We don't understand any of this well. I hope I can do some research into Jeremiah's family and track down some clues."

"Well however it happened," Carmen confessed leaning into me, "I want you to know I love being this close to someone. Even if I don't understand any of it. Thank you for being honest with me."

"I'll always be honest with you," I said, "With all of you. I'm amazed by your understanding. I don't think I would handle it as well as all of you."

"Maybe it's because we can also sense your feelings, and understand your heart that it's easy for us," Alyssa said hugging both of us, "You really are an amazing man, Jeremiah. I love you so much."

I was silent. I felt numb. Part of me was grateful for their unconditional love, while another part was skeptical of any feelings on their part. I carefully guarded my thoughts, not wanting to disturb either of them. I plastered a smile on my face and hugged them both.

Carmen suddenly smiled, "Can your powers, can they make me do something?"

"I'm not sure I understand," I asked hesitantly.

"Can you control me," Carmen said raising an eyebrow, "Like you did Kelly."

"I didn't mean to with Kelly, and it wasn't really control, it was more of lowering her moral restrictions" I explained, "I completely reset her, made her amoral. And I'm really not comfortable trying to repeat that mistake again."

"C'mon, Jeremiah, I don't know what that feels like. I always have to be in control, and I always fight myself." Carmen said, "It might be fun to feel what it's like not being so morally bound, Alyssa can watch and make sure you don't hurt me."

I looked up at her, not really understanding why she would think this would be fun. I frowned for a second then shrugged. I pushed an image of her getting on her knees and pulling down my shorts.

"You've done that before," Carmen said, "and nice image by the way. But I don't want a suggestion, I don't want a suggestion, I want you to control me. Make me get on my knees."

"I really don't want to do that, Carmen." I said softly.

Her slap came as a complete surprise, stinging my cheek and turning my head. I snapped my head back to look at her eyes darkening with rage. 

My mind snapped in to sharp focus, and I shoved my earlier thought along with a barrage of my will. Like a puppet dereft of strings she crumpled to the floor in a heap, then pitifully crawled and knelt at my feet, completely prone and subservient. I looked at her furiously, forcing her to kneel, to keep her head bowed. I stood up and towered over her, my face red from her slap.

"What the hell was that?" I shouted.

Alarmed at the suddenness of it all, Alyssa gasped, and stood up and wrapped her arms around me, "Baby, calm down. Carmen wasn't thinking."

I shook my head, and rubbed my jaw. Slowly my anger cooled and I looked back down at Carmen. She wasn't moving, she was breathing lightly. Her body bowed in a submissive pose. I took a step back, and Alyssa knelt beside Carmen to check on her. I felt myself letting go of the puppet strings, and then released my hold on her. My mind quickly reshifting her morality curve to normal, at least as best as I could rememer. Slowly Carmen lifted her head to look at Alyssa.

"I guess I shouldn't have done that," she said softly.

"Are you okay?" Alyssa asked. "We really don't know what any of these means."

"Jeremiah released me, after you colmed him down." Carmen said quietly lifting her eyes to me, "That was amazing, and scary and ... well... I'm not sure if that helps you understand your powers more."

"Why did you do that?" I asked, still a bit miffed at the whole situation.

"I figured you'd need a push." Carmen explained, getting to her feet. 

"What if I didn't want a push?" I asked expecting her to answer.

"J, I'm sorry, that was out of line." Carmen said, "I would feel safer though, if you knew more about how this works. It's fine if you don't ever use that part of your powers. But if you don't know how to control it, something might happen a lot more dangerous than a bump on the head."

I nodded my head slowly, understanding her point. If I didn't understand and know how to control my power, I might cause another accident.

"She has a point Jeremiah," Alyssa said, "I know you are hesitant to use your powers. I think you're smart to think that way. At the same time you need to be able to test your powers and be able to use them safely."

"This is a bit too much," I offered, "Who would willingly trust their bodies to me? Complete control of someone physically? That seems too much to ask."

"I trust you, Jeremiah." Alyssa said looking at me earnestly.

"I do too, J," Carmen said, "Because you think like that, I know you'd never take advantage of someone, especially not a stranger. If you wouldn't hurt a stranger, you wouldn't hurt me."

I looked at both of them amazed at their trust in me. It would be dishonoring their trust to say I didn't believe them. I sat back in my chair and ran my fingers through my hair. I exhaled as I thought about the implications. 

"I'm scared of what I don't know." I finally offered, "What if I keep pressing my powers and it just keeps growing. It's scary to think what I could really do if I used my powers all the time. I'm beginning to understand why my father vanished."

Carmen and Alyssa slid their chairs close to me. They leaned against me and gave me each a kiss on my cheeks. I wrapped my arms around them, and enjoyed the closeness. 

"Carmen, you've got to let me decide these things," I said, "Don't try to force me to do something, especially if I don't fully understand it."

"I know J, I'm sorry." Carmen said.

"Alyssa, I'll need your help," I said looking at her, "I'm not going to start testing until I know more about the things I can already do well. I need to know their implications, why we're so entwined. What can you discover?"

"Well first I think we need to do a study of your family. Your father indicated that it was hereditary, I would like to do a genealogical study of your family tree. From there we might get some clues. Do you know anything of your father's family? Other relatives?"

I shook my head, "The only thing I have is his name, Isaiah Jackson. He was born in Montana before WWII. That's it. If my mother knew more, she took it to the grave with her."

"Were there anymore papers from your father that came with the letter?"

"A box of stuff, I told my lawyer to put it in storage." I replied.

"I'd like to look through that, if you don't mind?" Alyssa asked. 

"I need to talk to him about the house today, do you want to come with me?" I asked.

"Sure after breakfast, let's walk down." She replied.

"Breakfast sounds really good," Carmen said, "It's time I got to know the kitchen a bit better. You two relax and go wake up Kelly and Lexi. I'll have breakfast ready soon."

Alyssa and I slipped down the stairs to the basement, just as Kelly and Lexi were sliding of the bed. They still looked sleepy, but also a bit disconcerted. They started slipping into their discarded clothes from the previous night, when all of a sudden Kelly lurched, then sprinted to the bathroom, shutting the door.

"Did something happen?" asked Lexi

"We both had a weird dream about Jeremiah and Carmen," continued Lexi.

"Well, yeah." I answered honestly, no longer completely disturbed by everyone's mutual entanglement.

I explained what Carmen was curious about, and what happened upstairs. Lexi frowned in remembrance, while Kelly reappeared from the bathroom, dabbing her lips with a towel. 

"Are you okay, Kel?" she asked, then looked to Alyssa, "Is Carmen okay?"

Kelly nodded wordlessly, while Alyssa answered, "As far as we know Carmen is back to normal, but Kelly, are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah, must have been something I had at dinner last night, my parent's like to spoil me with rich food, and I forget my stomach can't handle everything well," Kelly sheepishly explained, "What happened with Carmen?"

"She wanted me to control here, then pushed me into it with a slap. I snapped, and I really didn't know I had the ability, until I lost control and just took over..." I confessed and lapsed into silence, "It's frightening, but I want you all to know that I'll never do that again with any of you without your permission."

Kelly looked up at me her smile returning, she walked up and gave me a hug, "I know you Jeremiah, and I love you."

"I think we need to all talk about it, are you feeling good enough to eat?" I asked, "Carmen is making breakfast, and I don't want to hide anything from any of you."

Kelly nodded and rubbed her belly, I do feel better, and I can probably eat whatever Carmen cooks, she's a wonderful cook. We all filed downstairs and gathered around the table where Carmen was just setting out dishes and a breakfast of grilled sausage, scrambled eggs and toast.

"We need to do a serious menu planning and grocery run!" Carmen said as we sat down, "The cupboard is bare!"

"We will, but we need to talk about what just happened, and how it felt, ... when I pushed into you, Carmen."

We all quietly ate our food as she mulled over her thoughts, the activities of the previous night had left us all hungry, but food was secondary to our thoughts. Slowly Carmen looked around at each of us, then focused on my eyes.

"Well first of all," Carmen said with a smile, but in a serious tone, "it wasn't unpleasant. Not at all. It never feels uncomfortable being so close to you. When you were in me, I felt ... I dunno... all of you."

I looked at Carmen, "My control, or something else, my emotions?" I asked.

"Yeah, I knew you were in a rage from my slap, but I also felt how much you loved me. In that instant, when you ... took over ... left me in a heap. I completely understood everything about how you felt." She said softly, then looked at me shyly, "It was a bit overwhelming, and completely safe at the same time. Honestly."

I looked at her quietly, knowing that I was hurt, angry with her in the moment, but my reflexes were also to protect her, to keep her safe, to stop her from getting more hurt, or angry, or anything... My love was fully there, behind my reflexive snapping of control. "I never want to hurt you, ever."

"I know that, Jeremiah," she said walking around the table, putting her arms around me and kissing my cheek, which pressed her warm breasts into the back of my neck and almost distracted me.

I looked at each woman in my life and repeated the same words, "I don't ever wish to harm any of you, and I'll need your help to keep me safe."

A quietness settled over the table, then smiles returned, "We have to unpack that truck, or I'll owe another days rental fee'," said Carmen

We all went to unload the van, and after about 30 minutes the living room was full of boxes and bags, while the truck was empty. Kelly followed Carmen to the truck rental facility while Alyssa and I showered and changed. When were done getting clean (after getting a little bit dirty) we came back upstairs. Lexi was sorting through the boxes making a stack of things for storage, and another for daily use. 

When Carmen and Kelly returned, we all pitched in to take their daily items downstairs to one of the spare bedrooms. We'd arbitrarily put three armoires in one room, and two in another. Alyssa and I claimed the room with two as our dressing room. Carmen, Lexi and Kelly were happy to share the other bedroom that was a bit larger. Kelly wasn't quite finished with getting the right amount of furniture for each room. Each of us had an armoire for clothes and a chair to sit in. Completely outfitting the basement would be the next project.

I looked around the basement, now filling up with five people's belongings and realized it was a bit warm with all of us working in close proximity, I whistled quietly, which surprisingly got all of the girls attention almost before the air slipped between my lips.

"Let's take a break upstairs," I said quietly, then turned and walked up to the living room.

I knew the girls would follow, almost felt their willingness, their obedience, and a swell of power started to well up inside of me, I pushed down the feeling with my control, but I was tired, and instead focused my thoughts for a moment on each of my girls. We gathered into a circle, with unspoken words and placed our arms around each other, Kelly was on one side of me, and Alyssa on the other, my hands wrapped around the forearms of Lexi and Carmen, we were all connected, physically and emotionally. The vibrations of power coursing through my system were palpable, but I pushed down the impulse to pick up each of their puppet strings.

Alyssa, my rock, my anchor, she would keep me safe, counter my tendencies to over think and over dwell on things. Her thoughts and knowledge of how a mind worked and processed things inspired me to be careful, yet trust in her understanding of my power, we all needed her knowledge and mind.

Kelly, my first conquest, and my biggest error. She saw me through, and her connections and plans were making this crazy family possible. Her positive attitude and devotion to me, and her sisters, would keep us all safe.


The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 01



Lexi, the little one, small in stature but so strong and physically adept. An acrobat and an athlete, she would drive us to keep our body's healthy as much as Aly would focus our thoughts, her vitality would strengthen us.

Carmen, the adventurous feisty sex-crazed minx. She probably had the most carnal experience of any of us, yet, here together, she was as content as a napping cat. Her sexual thirst was still there, but we all filled her. Her sex-drive and willingness to trust each of us and love each of us would bind us more and more together, she linked us together.

My thoughts reflected back to myself, and suddenly I was tired, and my control lapsed. My power welled up and I grabbed the puppet-strings, reflexively. The girls sagged into me, towards the center, their will submitting to my power and control. They sighed, like relieved that they were in the hands of their Master, their love and devotion for me, and for each other coursed through my veins, my thoughts my spirit. It tasted wickedly good, and for a moment. I craved taking their leashes and chaining them to me. But an echo of Aly's thoughts soothed me, and I relaxed my grip, letting their strings fall, their posture returned and a buzz of energy filled our bodies.

The sexual tension was palpable and without a word we helped each of us strip bare, then with my impressions flowing, our bodies intertwined, embracing, kissing, touching, fondling. Our hands touching each other, enmeshed and entangled as we physically played out what our entire beings had become. 

My cock hardened as fingers gripped it, my balls filled as palms cupped and weighed them. My hands filled with full breasts, fingers tugging on firm nipples, as my body sank to the floor. My mouth seeking another, it didn't matter which, as we shifted and moved unabated. Kissing Alexis one moment to shift and fill my mouth with Carmen's breast. My hand squeezing Kelly's full breast then moving down her side to feel Alyssa's thigh and shifting to cup her oozing sex. 

It was effortless lovemaking, enjoying, seeking, consuming, arousing. Our bodies moved in a slowly sped up rhythm that soon had us all on the edge, and I held us there, somehow. Feeling where each of us were, keeping one from crashing over, while nudging another closer, until we were all panting, our breaths quickened, then stopped, and then with shouts of joy, we climaxed together, our wills intertwined as I released and clung to each of them. Then it was black and I slept.

I do not know how long I dozed, but was awoken by the telephone ringing, and ringing. It was like a bell in my head as I regained consciousness. I was flat on my back, Carmen's head was on my thigh her lips still touching my glazed shaft. Alyssa was on my chest, her warm breath washing over my sweat damped hairs, my hands were wrapped around Lexi and Kelly, as I slowly fought the pull of sleep and realized the phone was ringing.

I slipped from the pile of bodies and stepped to the phone, pulling it off the cradle, and saying shakily, "Hello?"

"We're you napping, Jeremiah?" Thomas asked with a laugh, "I've been calling for the last five minutes.

"Something like that," I said with a smile, looking back at the pile of warm women that were groggily returning to consciousness and sharing kisses and hugs with each other before turning to find me as if one body, and smiling broadly. "What do you need, Uncle?"

"Well you said you needed this box of your father's, I wanted to give it to you before the end of the day, "Do you still want it, it's almost quitting time."

"We'll come get it tomorrow, Uncle, I'm sorry I spaced it." I said, not wanting to leave this house or the moment we were sharing. "I'll be by when you open, and bring Alyssa with me, you can meet her too."

"Perfect, my boy, see you then." Said Thomas as he hung up the phone.

I looked back at the girls, all nicely kneeling in a row, like they were waiting to attend to me. It echoed a picture that passed through my mind before I lost control, how they all could serve me, and serve each other. Their posture almost naturally echoed that thought as they waited for me to speak. I was at once troubled and aroused as the power flickered again through my consciousness. 

"I'm sensing you all need food, and we didn't get to the store, so... Who is up for Bonanza?" I asked with a smile, stuffing my troubles for the moment.

They all nodded and got up heading to the door, "Um... you need to put on clothes, my loves."

That broke the spell, and they all started giggling, they postures returned to natural, which was much more arousing in a different way than the robotic movements when they allowed themselves to be controlled. They dressed and we headed to the restaurant, famished from the feast of flesh we had just enjoyed.

While we ate, my thoughts and troubles faded away. I knew I needed to address my concerns, but this moment was not the time. I just enjoyed being in their company, completely ourselves, individuals in mutual love. As I faded into that comfortable space, Alyssa slipped her hand onto my thigh and squeezed it, gaining my attention.

"Good job, lover, you chose the right path here." she whispered then kissed my cheek.

I wondered which path she meant, and she squeezed my thigh again, with a smile nodding back to the table, where Lexi and Kelly were listening to Carmen tell a story, laughing and smiling. I eased back into enjoying the moment.

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Author's Note: The muse is back, I have some story to tell. I have some strings to pick back up and more trails to follow. Your feedback in comments and votes lets me know if anyone is interested. I hope you've enjoyed this installment, and will want to continue Jeremiah's story.



The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 02



Author's Note: This is a work of fiction, all characters are fictional, and all characters are over 18. 

This story will be switching more and more from present to past, as the story unfolds. Please excuse any errors and lack of editing. I appreciate your reading, voting and comments.

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Present:

I slipped back into the present when I noticed the ringing of my phone through the car's speakers. The light presence of Lexi's hand on my hardening cock was pleasant as well. I turned and smiled a knowing grin at her as I hit the switch on the steering wheel initiating a hands-free call.

"Hello, Alyssa, what's up, miss me already?" I spoke louder for the microphone.

"J, I always miss you, but I just got an odd call from Kelly at home, I'm going to head over to see what the issue is, but you and Lexi might take a turn around the park. It's probably nothing, but it might be something..."

As her voice drifted off, I was a bit concerned, and confused. My mind drifting between past years and present life had various thoughts going through my mind. Alexi heard what Alyssa said and redoubled her fingering my stiffening shaft, which brought me back to the present, and a building need.

"A turn with Lexi in the park is never a bad thing, I just want things to go well tonight, I know you've all been planning this thing for weeks." I replied and shifted my seat back a bit to give Lexi's hand more room.

"It's so hard to keep a secret from you, dammit J." Alexis chuckled on the line, "I'm just going to hang up and hope we've done a good job with the details. Have fun with Lexi."

I clicked off the phone, and the music returned, and Lexi used her skillful hands to unbuckle my belt, unzip my trousers and fish her hand into my underwear while I maneuvered the car into the park entrance and started winding through the trees, my thoughts shifting back into the ...

Past:

I stirred to a warm feeling in my groin, and peeked down to find a mane of blond hair over my crotch, and Kelly's warm thighs straddling my own. A soft moan poured from my lips as her mouth nursed on the head of my cock, her hand lifting the shaft as it stirred, thickening and lengthening to her actions. 

A warm breath on my cheek then a kiss on my lips as my vision was occluded by a sheet of fine red hair and feisty green eyes before Lexi's mouth enveloped mine.

"Think she'll share with me, Master?" Lexi cooed as her body twisted and slipped her mouth to kiss my chest her direction heading southward towards Kelly. 

I was silent at the hypothetical question, and also a bit taken aback by the title she had bestowed on me, but my arms lifted and helped lift one of her legs over my head, her knees slid slightly under my shoulders and my vision was blocked by the stimulating view of her dripping pussy. I drew in a deep breath and inhaled the fragrance of Lexi's arousal as my mouth moved up to surround her wet cunt. I felt Kelly suck the tip hard, then slip from her lips as a new warmth surrounded the crown, a tongue lapping at the slit and coaxing out the pre-cum. 

I left Lexi's nipples harden against my abdomen as my arms curled around her hips and spread apart her buttocks, my mouth sucking her engorged cunt lips into my cavern and lapping my tongue into its succulent folds, catching her own emissions and filling my mouth with her arousal. I move my head up to lick around her tight anus, lapping and hearing her breath quicken at the motion, her groin grinding on my extended chin.

"Oooh fuck, yessss..." Lexi sighed as she arched her back, lifting her mouth from my cock, her hands moving to the shaft and stroking it as I felt Kelly shift and move her knees up, her thighs stretching open as she found the right spot, and felt Lexi guide my saliva coated head into Kelly flowered sex, groaning into Lexi's cunt as I felt Kelly slide down fully.

I pulled my mouth back and spat at Lexi's anus, my fingers curling between her cheeks to press into her tight hole, feeling her muscle resist, then surrender as my fingertip pressed into her ass. I moved my mouth back to her cunt, shifting to lap at her clit as my fingers probed her ass, stroking in and out in time with Kelly's rising and falling as she fucked my cock.

Lexi leaned forward again and her chin added pressure to the base of my cock as she licked Kelly's hard button, her tongue also coating and lapping along my shaft as Kelly arched back, her hands supporting her pose on either side of my knees. 

"Oh fuck, yes Lexi, lick my clit, and ... mmm yes, squeeze my tits."

I groaned at the picture in my imagination, my hips gyrating as the lifted and fell in time with Kelly's dancing hips, my mouth sealed around Lexi's sex and tongue dipping in and tongue fucking her cunt as her hips moved, my finger working like a piston in and out of her tight ass. We found the carnal rhythm and moved slowly, enjoying the connection, then moving faster.

I felt movement to the side, as Carmen body shifted beside me, I felt Aly's body curve around, and felt with my hand as she climbed over Carmen's prone form mirroring Lexi's pose her mouth must have found Carmen's sex as I heard a curse in Spanish before a long moan from Aly as her hips gyrated over Carmen's mouth, silencing the oaths.

Feeling and hearing our bedmates initiating their tryst only made our threesome more frantic, Kelly's hips rose and then fell and ground as my hips lifted to meet her, Lexi's mouth and torso rising and falling as she lapped up the juices flowing from Kelly's sex. I felt Lexi's smallish breasts press and flatten against my chest, then rise until just her rock hard nipples grazed my flesh, before coming back down. My head was pinned to the mattress, my mouth sucking and tongue lapping, breathing deeply through my nose, as Lexi ground her hips against my lips her ass lifting and pressing back into my intruding fingers. 

Kelly was the first to trip, freezing in her arched posed, hips vibrating as her cunt muscles clamped around my shaft and fluttered in orgasm. Her inner muscles clenching and milking my shaft set me off, and my balls tightened, then cum poured down my shaft and shot deep into her womb, my body quaking as my hips flexed and froze as my back arched. I plunged my finger deep into Lexi's ass and sealed my mouth around her clit and hummed and lapped at the button until she too tripped off, her cunt flooding my face with hot wet juices. Kelly's moans carried us through our orgasms, until Lexi lifted, and pulled Kelly towards her, feeling them kiss and embrace as I was still sealed to them was heaven, but we slowly unwound and turned to watch our bed mates rise to their finish.

Alyssa's ripe ass lifting and falling over Carmen's dark brown locks as she ground her cunt against the Latina's mouth was too alluring. Still hard, even after my first orgasm, I shifted away from Lexi and Kelly, and kneeled behind Aly's bottom. Gripping her waist with one hand, I guided my cock against her leaking folds and felt Carmen's hot tongue press to help it slide home deep into Alyssa's cunt. The feeling of Aly grinding her bottom back as her head dipped lower, eliciting a moan from under my swaying balls, brought me right back into a hard pounding beat. 

Driving Aly to the edge while Carmen lapped at her cunt and sucked my balls, soon had Aly groaning loudly and wetly into Carmen's sex. Carmen's hip lifted and ground up into Aly's mouth, then all at once we lifted off. My cock jammed deep into Aly's cunt, blasting jets of cum into her womb, as Carmen's body rose and twisted, Aly jutted her hips back and ground her clit on Carmen's mouth, and shook, grunting into Carmen's squirting cunt. As we fell through the waves of orgasm, my cock slipped out of Aly's clenching cunt only to be greedily sucked deep into Carmen's needy mouth. Her lips sealing as she sucked out the last of my load.

We all collapsed, and all five us of hugged and kissed for a few moments, until Kelly suddenly rolled off the bed, and rushed to the bathroom. The door slammed shut just as we heard her start to gag, then retch into the toilet. 

"Too much Bonanza?" I asked, starting to become a bit worried. We were all watching as she came back out, wiping her lips on a towel. 

"I think I should go to the doctor, I might have food poisoning..." She said meekly.

"I need to get grocery shopping done," Carmen agreed, as we started our day, "We need to keep our strength up, I think."

"I'll go with you Carmen, I need some things to help with my running," Lexi said as she slipped off the bed to get dressed.

"Aly and I need to see my Uncle, and ask him some questions," I said, "we'll shower first!" I claimed as I took Aly's hand and slipped past Kelly into the bathroom.

Kelly turned and entered with us, to our delight, explaining, "I need to clean up before going to the doctor."

I watched as Carmen slipped a snug sun dress over her body, not worrying about smelling like she just had sex, and coaxed her breasts into the built in bra, she slipped on sandals, and was joined by Lexi in running tights and a tight running bra, slipping a jacket over her shoulders, they headed out to do their errands. I smiled as I wondered what looks they would get as they shopped.

With Kelly not feeling well, we focused, mostly, on just getting clean, but enjoyed the touches and groping that comes with three grown people in a small shower. We quietly dressed, and then left in our different directions.

I took Alyssa's hand and we enjoyed a nice walk the few blocks to Uncle Tom's office. The weather was getting warmer, and I was looking forward to warmer days with my house full of sexy women. Warmer weather, meant less clothes, and more sexy sundresses like Carmen's.

Uncle Thomas was talking with his assistant when we came in, so he waved us back into his office. I introduced Alyssa to him, formerly, as they had met once before briefly at a house party a few months back.

"Lovely to see you again, Alyssa," Thomas said taking her hand then inspecting my ring on her finger, "Congratulations as well, Jeremiah is a very lucky man."

"I really think, I'm the lucky one," said Alyssa with a smile, accepting Uncle Thomas' offering of a seat. 

"First things first," Thomas said, "Let's quickly go over the plans for the house and renovations for the B&B"

I sat next to Alyssa and we held hands as Thomas explained what he'd found out while researching real-estate investments. He had arranged a consultation with another lawyer, someone that was referred to him by Kelly's mother. Kelly's mother retained a different lawyer so there wouldn't be any conflict of interest. the partnership he explained sounded pretty simple and an effective way to ensure my assets were protected. He said he would have the documents finalized by the end of the next day. 

"On the matter of your financial arrangements, If you two, Carmen, Alexis and Kelly could come by around 4 PM, I'll have the papers ready for all your signatures." Thomas said.

"That would be excellent," I said, then changed the topic, "Alyssa and I wanted to ask some questions about my father. Do you still have that box from his estate?"

"Yes, it's by the door." Thomas said, then looked thoughtful, "What do you want to know, Jeremiah."

"Did you know my father?" I asked, "With all that's happened to me, I really need to know more about him, and his family."

Thomas nodded, then took a deep breath, as if convincing himself to have this conversation. 

"Yes, I knew your father." Thomas said, "But first I knew your mother, Katherine, I called her Katie. We grew up in the same town, and were good friends since elementary school. I even dated your mother in junior high, but it was too weird. We were really good friends. Our families went to the same church, and were very close."

"I never knew that," I said, leaning forward with interest.

"There is a lot you don't know, Jeremiah," Thomas said with a sigh, "There is a lot I need to tell you, and I think it's best if I just tell the story as I know it. You can ask questions when I'm done. The reason all of this was kept from you, was to protect you. None of us knew what else to do."

I sat back a little shocked at this revelation. Despite growing up with a single parent, and loving grandparents, I never suspected some big secret. Alyssa sensed my anxiety ramping up, and scooted her chair closer holding my hand in both of hers. 

"Okay, Uncle Thomas," I said after taking a deep breath, "Tell me the story."

"Your mother was always an independent woman," He began, "The older she got the more strong her personality became. She was headstrong, confident, intelligent... There wasn't anything she couldn't accomplish once she put her mid to it. She intimidated many of the boys in high school, and while we remained friends, she never really looked at a boy romantically. I thought she was looking past high school to college, a career, and whatever lay down that path."

"Until she met your father. Isaiah moved into town our junior year in high school. From somewhere in Montana. This is a small enough town that a new face always gets noticed. Fresh blood in the water. The girls in school were all infatuated with Isaiah, he was handsome and fit much like you are, Jeremiah. Your mother was friendly with him at first, but kept her sights on her own plans."

"Until spring prom. Jeremiah asked her to the dance out of the blue. I wasn't sure why she accepted, but from the night of the dance your mother and Isaiah became inseparable. Her parents thought it was just a high school crush. Isaiah's parents weren't very active around town, a very secretive couple. When they did appear in public, they didn't seem to have a very high opinion of your mother. Isaiah didn't seem to care what they thought."

"Wait," I asked, "I have grandparents? My father's parents... are they still alive?"

"Let me tell the whole story, Jeremiah. I promise you I'll answer all your questions when I finished. You have to let me finish." Thomas said earnestly.

I sat back in my chair. Slumping down my mind ablaze with irritation, and frustration. Alyssa soothed me, then in her way she pushed her own thoughts towards me. I felt her soothing presence and became calmer and leaned forward to listen carefully. Seeing me return my attention to him, Thomas continued.

"Katie and Isaiah were together constantly. Through the summer between their junior and senior year, Katie became pregnant with you. Isaiah's parents were not happy, they practically demanded that Katie have an abortion. At least that's how Katie explained it to me years later. Isaiah wouldn't hear it. He had turned eighteen in July and moved into his own apartment. He proposed to Katie and surprisingly her parents gave consent. They were married in August. Isaiah's parents moved away in September."

"Where did they move too?" I asked a bit too eagerly.

Thomas regarded me with a raised eyebrow, and I sank back into silence. 

"I think to Montana, where they'd moved from the previous year. I really didn't know much about them, most of what I know I found out from Katie over the years. Katie dropped out of school and tried her best to become a housewife. Isaiah dropped out too and took a job as an auto-mechanic garage downtown. They gave it their best shot, and worked hard to build a home for you. You were born the following February. Your parents loved you very much they were so proud of you."

"With most relationships that start so young, and burn so brightly. They also burn quickly. When you turned two your mother began to want to work again. She finished her requirements for a high school diploma and started taking classes to become a nurse. Isaiah was making good money as a mechanic, he had a good mind for repairing things that seemed totally broken. With Katie so busy, they hired a young college girl to help with the baby. That's when the trouble started."

"Trouble?" I asked sharply, then settled back into my chair nodding. I'd let Thomas finish his story.

"Wasn't horrible, just odd. In this small town in the early seventies people noticed things differently. Isaiah started to pay a lot of attention to your housekeeper. Katie was madly jealous at first, then oddly became almost best friends with her. The three were soon inseparable. Like a family of three, which was causing a lot of gossip in those days. Your mother would brush it off as just gossip when I asked her about it. Her eyes told a different story though. I could tell she was in love with both Isaiah and the other girl... I can't recall her name."

"It was also when the fighting started," Thomas said with a frown. "The fights were normal, your father never harmed your mother. From what Katie told me though is they started arguing over her place in the house. She had really taken to nursing, but Isaiah wanted her to stay at home and not spend so much time at the hospital. Katie had regained a taste of the independence she had before she met Isaiah and didn't want to be just a housewife anymore."

"Katie said that her place in the house soon was taken by the other girl. She found them together without her more and more. When she tried to talk about it with Isaiah, he explained that she was never around. Your mother really struggled. Isaiah struggled too, he loved your mother very much. My recollection of the time was strange, I was in college here in town, but caught up in my own world. All I knew is that suddenly Katie and you were back living with her parents and Isaiah and the other girl were gone."

"Katie took it hard," Thomas said with a frown, "Talking to her years later, she said that the both of them agreed it would be best to separate. She didn't realize how hard it would be though. She went through months of a deep depression, your grandparents almost had her institutionalized. Slowly she came out of it; working hard and caring for you seemed to pull her out of the depression. There were still many times where she looked just... empty."

I nodded, I remembered my mother going through spells of looking just dead emotionally. Drained and dry. Those melancholy spells would last a few days, then suddenly she'd perk up and things would go back to normal.

"I know what you mean, Uncle Thomas," I said softly, "I remember those spells."

"After reading your father's letter, Jeremiah," Thomas started, "and hearing what's happened to you, I think I understand your mother better."

"How so?" I asked.

"The prom," answered Alyssa, "Your parents first had sex at prom."

Uncle Thomas nodded, and Alyssa continued looking at me. "His talent is the same as you, and they became entangled. Like you have with all of us. Then he became entangled with your babysitter, and for a time all three were entangled."

"Yep," said Thomas, "I think Alyssa has it right, Jeremiah. The times were different then, the rumors about the three of them together were too much. Katie told me she had to struggle between her feelings for your father and the other girl. Damn I wish I could remember her name."

"Ultimately," Thomas said, "The small town gossip got the best of your mother, and she made your father make a choice. She didn't want you affected by the gossip and cruelty. Isaiah chose to leave and he took the babysitter with him. Your mother was left with a two-person hole in her self."

"Where did my father go?" I asked.

"I think back to Montana, to find his parents. I'm pretty sure that's where Isaiah and the babysitter, damn... Samanta.. that was her name. He took Samantha back back to his home in Montana. Well until..."

"Until what? when?" I asked sensing that Thomas was avoiding something.

"Until your mother died," Thomas said sadly, shaking his head like he didn't want to address those particular demons.




The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 02



"I don't understand," I said, "Did they come back for my mother's funeral?"

"No..." Thomas said quietly, then lifted his eyes to mine, "They were the couple in the other car that killed your mother."

"What?!" I said, not wanting to know more. The room spun and my eyes closed. I felt tears of anger, frustration and sadness well up in my eyes. My whole body felt sick. Alyssa hugged me and it helped, but I was still lost in my own thoughts. Did they murder my mother? I didn't even know them? Why?

Softly Thomas started speaking again, "I didn't put all of the puzzle together until the other day when I saw the box from your father's estate, Jeremiah. According to the death certificate, he died the same day as your mother, in this county. My theory is he went back home to be with his family. After I read the letter he wrote to you, I think he went back because of what his family curse is, this psychic power you have. I think this entanglement with your mother... I think that haunted him until he was killed.. I think he and Samantha were coming back to reunite with Katie... The collision seems to be a bit poetic, darkly poetic, they were tied together those three, for better or worse, they couldn't escape the orbit... anyways, there was no one left alive to charge with the crime, or ask questions, so the police just kept it as a traffic accident."

I sat dumbfounded. I wanted to scream. I wanted to ask a million questions that would never have answers. I mostly felt alone. Until Alyssa hugged me close. She just held me, not saying a word, but her presence helped bring me out of my shell. I started to cry softly then loudly. I mourned my mother again, or finally allowed myself to feel her absence. I mourned my father, and his selfishness. I even mourned my paternal grandparents, who I never knew. I wanted to ask them so many questions.

Thomas waited quietly as I mourned. When I came back to the present, he looked at me with concern. 

"So now what?" I asked, "I know the story, or at least a lot more than I ever knew before. I know I've made the same ... attachments my father made ... with Kelly, Lexi, Alyssa and Carmen. I don't want any of them to go through what my mother went through."

"You don't have to make the same choices your father made," Thomas said, "I'll work hard to keep your secrets, to keep you all as safe as we can. I agree that being together is better than ripping you apart."

I looked over at Alyssa, needing to hear her opinion, "Alyssa what about you, tell me what you're feeling."

"I don't know exactly how your mother felt, Jeremiah. I'm not her. I've told you before I was in love with you before you changed me, before we made love that first time. Your talent may have deepened that bond, but it did not create our bond." Alyssa said reassuringly. "You may have created that bond with the other three... I don't know. I do know that all four of us are fine being together."

"What if our secret is discovered," I asked, "We might have to move away."

"Then we'd move away," Alyssa said, "The bond the five of us share is too strong, to try and rip one of us out, the rest of us would feel it. I think your mother felt not just the loss of the bond with your father, but with the babysitter too. I think it was the same for each of them."

Thomas nodded, "I think Alyssa is right. I mostly know what your mother went through, but if what Alyssa says is correct the separation was hard on all of them. I can see if your father felt the same sort of pain...Samantha filled her part of the void, but probably could never fill Katie's. I think she felt as much attachment to Katie. Katie always was fond of Samantha, she never blamed her for leaving with Isaiah. I always found that strange. Until now, I'd always seen the situation as a normal relationship, an affair that ended a marriage. This new information has me reassessing my own memories." 

I thought for a few moments. I recalled the name Samantha, or Sammie. The sound of the name brought happy memories for me. I'd only known her when I was a toddler, if she left with my father, then she left when I was four. I really didn't know what to do with the information. I wanted to know more so I could safely use my powers. Now I didn't ever want to use my powers again. While I struggled with my thoughts, Alyssa took over.

"Can I take that box home with us?" Alyssa asked indicating the banker's box of papers.

"It's Jeremiah's," Thomas explained. I nodded and Alyssa went and lifted it up. It was light enough to carry and she brought if back to our chairs.

"I think I need to go through this box, Jeremiah," she said looking at me, "Then we may want to take a trip to Montana and open that safety deposit box. We've gotten a few clues, and have some theories but we haven't learned any hard facts."

I nodded, resigned that I needed to find out more. I also didn't want to go anywhere near Montana, I feared what I would find there. 

"Yeah," I sighed, "I think that's the best idea too. Though I'm not sure I'm entirely happy about that. We'll be back, all of us, at four to sign the partnership. We need that legal coverage too."

"Yes, of course." Thomas replied, "You know that I'll take care of anything I can, Jeremiah."

I gave Thomas a hug, then lifted the banker's box, "The five of us will be back at 4, everything you told me today makes me even more convinced I need to keep them covered and safe. 

Thomas, smiled grimly, "Of course, Jeremiah, I'll have them ready." and he waved Alyssa and I left and walked home.

My brooding attitude lightened the closer we got home, to the point I was almost on a high. I felt it odd given the information I had just processed, but being nearer to Carmen and Lexi just brightened my spirits. Lexi was putting away groceries, and Carmen was just finishing putting lunch on the table. I felt her push a thought my way, and was surprised at the feeling, I was so used to pushing, and not listening.

She pushed an image of her over the counter, and me ... well, I swept towards her and just acted on her wishes, gripping the yellow sundress at the bodice and ripping it in two, freeing her breasts instantly into my cupped hands.

Alyssa gasped at the sudden ferocity, and Lexi slipped beside her and hugged her, whispering a quiet message. The pair slipped into a chair, as I roughly grabbed Carmen's breasts, and tugged her by her flesh to me, twisting her body around by my grip of her fleshy mounds until her back was against mine, her chest heaving as he head tipped back against my shoulder, looking at my eyes with her own lust filled brown pools.

"Yes, Papi, take me, use me," she grunted as one of my hands dropped to the apex of her thighs, pulling the skirt of the ruined dress up and sealing my hand to her flooding cunt.

"I smelled like you all morning." Carmen panted as I firmly gripped and mauled her breasts.

"You fucked Aly right above my face." she spat as my hands gripped her flesh and my hands pulled the tattered bodice down her torso exposing her abdomen, my hand lifting and gripping the hem of the short skirt.

"...and every. time. I. breathed., "her breath a short staccato as my hand cupped her leaking cunt, "I inhaled the scent of your cock and balls, and fuck..." 

She was silenced as two fingers drove into her well lubricated vagina, I felt more images being pushed from her as her lusty fantasy was communicated via our network, I pulled her back, then shoved her body over the counter, her breasts pillowing on the cold surface and kicked her feet apart. 

I glanced up at Lexi and Aly, and saw Lexi straddling Aly's lap, legs spread and Aly's hand slipped inside of Lexi's spandex tights, moving over her pussy as the watched me dominate Carmen. 

My hands shoved my pants down, ignoring buckles and belts and gripped my rock hard shaft. I drug the swollen glans of the head over her sodden lips, found the opening, feeling the head sink into her folds, then rammed my hips forward filling her cunt with my shaft.

"Oh fuck, yes, Papi, fuck your whore, fuck your SLUT," Carmen grunted lost in her own fantasy being fulfilled.

I pounded her hard, my hands gripping the carmel flesh of her ass, pulling back and spanking her skin, feeling the flesh heat up then discolor into a deeper reddish hue as I used her body, gripping her, one hand lifting to slide through her dark brown locks, fouling in the tresses and gripping tightly, yanking up and making her watch Aly and Lexi.

Lexi's topped was pulled up, her breasts exposed as Aly worked one firm tit with one hand and the other fingering the small fit girl's needy cunt, their eyes locked on Carmen's face as I held her head back and rammed her cunt repeatedly. Another image was shouted from Carmen's psyche, and I pulled out, leaning back I pulled her ass cheeks apart and spat a wet gob of saliva at her tight anus, then pressing my cock head into the slippery mess, thrust slowly into her ass.

The purred growly groan that emitted from Carmen's stretched throat was pure sex, making the room almost turn humid with our conjoined need. I felt her anus open and my cock pressed through, my hips jamming into her ass as she pushed it back to be fully filled. A sharp bark as the initial pain of entry flowed through her nerves only to be soothed by the endorphins that flooded her system. She cried out, "Oh FUCK yes, FUCK my slut ass, use me good Papi."

"You like that slut, my little whore, you like getting your ass rammed repeatedly, being owned by me, don't you, fucking little puta..." I cursed in a stream that surprised me, and only fueled her own heat, the humiliating oaths only boiled her blood more as I took her hard. 

My hips moved like a jackrabbit hopping in and out of her ass as she ground her hips and pushed back into my thrusts, I leaned over her, my hand still pulling her head back exposing her throat as I wrapped my arm under her chin. Her flesh pressed into my elbow joint as I compressed her windpipe, robbing her of oxygen, my eyes flashed to Aly and Lexi.

Lexi was now on her knees, her head between Aly's thighs, Aly's clothes tossed aside as she watched naked. Her hands gripping her breasts, and tugging on her nipples as Lexi devoured her streaming pussy juices. She watched me posses Carmen in a more dominant way than we'd ever imagined, and she held her breath as my arm tightened against Carmen's throat.

Carmen went over the edge in that moment. I felt her cunt compress cock slammed deep into her bowels, balls lifting and jetting cum deep into her ass. I held her body firmly as she shook in mind-body convulsion over the cold kitchen counter. Her sun dress shredded and her body aching as she came silently, unable to shout, her mind clouded from lack of fresh oxygen. 

I roared as I came, watching as Aly arched and came in Lexi's mouth the stream of juices exploding from her cunt flashed through my mind as I closed my eyes and sunk forward. My arms released and my body relaxed, pressing Carmen's body into the kitchen counter, and just sank there catching my breath. We all were silent as we caught our breath, Carmen mewling under me, content as a kitten.

"Um, guys... " came Kelly's voice from behind me, "Uhm, I'm pregnant."

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Author's Note: I have a lot more coming, some plot lines already formed, and just have writing to do, the writing is easier if I have views, votes and comments to spur me on. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy the next chapters. These first chapters have been submitted self-edited. If interested in editing, please email me via the feedback form.



The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 03



Author's Note: This installment has a lot of character development. One could read that as "not a lot of sex", I'll start you off with a short tryst. Other than that, you can skip to the end to read a synopsis, or chew on the character development to start putting together clues about Jeremiah and his past.

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Present:

Jeremiah steered the car into a dark corner of the park, and pressed the button to recline and slide the seat back. As the electric motor moved the seat into position, Lexi smoothly slipped J's erect member from his clothes and sealed her lips over the engorged head.

Jeremiah groaned as his mind snapped back into the present, Lexi's talented tongue and lips making his thoughts of our beginnings burn away like fading embers. Her tongue and lips sealed and milked the glans nursing the shaft to fuller and firmer hardness.

Jeremiah gripped a handful of her hair directing her mouth to go deeper. She moaned as she adjusted her head and throat, and Jeremiah moaned as he felt his cock head slide into the entrance of her throat. She swallowed and the feeling of that on his sensitive glans made his shaft twitch in need. Lexi swiveled her body, lifting her knees to the seat beside Jeremiah, as he tugged at the hem of her dress pulled it up exposing her bare, bare behind. 

She moaned in lusty need as Jeremiah's fingers slid over her aroused folds. Worming his fingers between the inner and outer lips he found her entrance, and pressed a two fingers inside. Jeremiah used his soaked fingers to spread her copious moisture over her distended lips, gliding to the top of her cunt and pressing circles around her hard clit. 

"You suck my cock so good, little one," Jeremiah said using her preferred nickname and Lexi purred with the compliment. "I want to fuck your tight cunt, so slide over and lower yourself facing me."

She obeyed almost before Jeremiah's voice quieted, her small, lithe form performing the in car gymnastics smoothly, her heated pussy dripping as she ground her hips and coated Jeremiah's spit slicked shaft with her even slippier pussy juice.

"May I, Master?" Lexi cooed as she teased Jeremiah's stiff shaft, her eyes glazed with lust as she used her preferred name for Jeremiah, a role she saw him in all areas of her life.

"Get your cunt on my cock, my little fuck toy," Jeremiah said with gleaming eyes.

She tipped her hips with a practiced ease and suddenly she was impaled on his cock to the root, her tight cunt quivered as she worked her inner muscles, milking his shaft as her hips gyrated. Jeremiah lifted and gripped her head in his hands, kissing her deeply, driving his tongue in deep. 

Their bodies undulated as she worked her hips and thighs, teasing him, then fucking him at a practiced pace that they could keep for a long time...

*ring ring*

Jeremiah tried to ignore the ringing as his hips lifted and started to drag out and drive back into her well lubricated cunt. Her eyes glazed over, and she increased her pace, her need building, but also a concern in her eyes...

"Oh Master, please make me cum... now... please, sir, the phone call is important..." she cried as she tried to will an orgasm. 

"cum for me, my pet," Jeremiah reluctantly commanded and her body went rigid as she cried out, Jeremiah's eyes slammed shut as he went rigid, his own orgasm consuming him as he jetted his cum deep into her tight spasming cunt.

As soon as Jeremiah cleared his head so could see and speak, he clicked to answer the phone, "Hello?"

"Jeremiah," Kelly's voice filled the steamy passenger compartment, "I need you to come home, now. Zac is ... he has, um... new friends over, and... just come home, please."

"On our way now, Kel" Jeremiah said as Lexi deftly slipped back into her seat. Jeremiah shifted the car into gear, as he moved his seat back into place. Thinking to himself, "What was the boy up to? Why did Kelly sound so worried?"

Past:

The kitchen dining room area fell silent, I was still breathing hard from just spilling my load in Carmen's tight ass, and Alyssa shook her head as she cleared her brain from her own orgasm. Lexi stood up and looked at Kelly, while Carmen arched her back to try to look around me and at Kelly.

"I'm pregnant!" Kelly said with a bright, forced smile, then the facade broke and she started to cry as Lexi rushed to her to hug her tight. Carmen squirmed from under me, and Alyssa stood shakily and the pair reached Kelly and Lexi at the same time, surrounding Kelly with the love of their new sisterhood.

"What?!?" I said again, the words not making sense in my brain, so many thoughts rushed through my brain. I was frozen with shock, and then finally it hit me, I was the father. 

I moved to hug her and my diverse family, and surrounded the group with my arms and tried to remain calm in the moment. Questions raced through my mind. It was difficult to sort my thoughts, as my mind was still clouded with the powerful dominant thoughts that had coursed through me as I fucked Carmen. In the moment I tried to sort through the mixture of sexual fantasy and real-life responsibility. 

I wondered what Kelly's pregnancy meant to our relationship, did some mental math, and knew it had to be mine. She had no other lovers before me, and Carmen had kept the boys away in the week we were apart while Kelly was out of control. It was my fault, another consequence of my reckless use of my powers. Powers I didn't even know I had. 

I backed slowly out of the circle, and waited, my emotions in a turmoil of confusion, guilt, shame, pride, panic, worry, concern, happiness. The questions came in a rush: Did I get Lexi pregnant too, Carmen? What would happen to our relationship? Did this change everything? Would I lose Carmen, Lexi... Alyssa? Oh what I had I done??

I think the girls had tuned into all my rampant emotions, while processing their own and softened as they felt my confusion, they moved closer to me. They embraced me, and consoled me, their wills calming my obsessive thoughts. I felt selfish as I felt their combined minds reassure me that our wills were still entangled. 

The drop I felt from being the hard dominant figure with Carmen to the normal, caring, loving man of the house was palpable. The role of a sexual dominant was new to me, and I wasn't completely comfortable with it. The role of loving male to four girls, and apparently a father, was also foreign and scary. My mind as in a turmoil as my physical body descended from the orgasmic high. It almost felt as if my emotions had a physical component to it, I ached.

I needed more of their loving care, so with a silent push of a thought, we all shifted and silently went down stairs to the only piece of furniture that fit us all - the bed. I slid up to the middle of the bed, my back to the headboard as Carmen slid next to me, soft and needing consoling, Kelly slipped to my other side, Alyssa right behind her. Alexis slid beside Carmen, but twisted around, lying her head on my thighs as she looked up at the four of us.

I hugged Carmen close, the unspoken words of loving care and return to our normal roles from our Dom/Sub scene needed to be felt, not necessarily heard. I felt her understanding, as she reached over and combed Kelly's hair from her cheek, and focused on her. All of us followed her lead, and turned our attention to Kelly, surrounding her with as much care as we could muster.

"I've never been on birth control," Kelly started, "I realize I probably should have been, but everything since the night we met has just happened so fast."

"It's my fault," I confessed, "I never thought about it that night, or the next day. Alyssa and I talked about it after I got back home, and she was protected when we started having sex. But I've been careless, with all of you." I turned to look at each girl, and each nodded, each taking their turn.

"I've taken the pill since high school," said Carmen, "I love sex, but I didn't want anything to do with pregnancy, I'm screwed up enough." 

Kelly started to cry at that, and Carmen softened, "Oh Kelly, I'm sorry, I'm horrible... it lovely that you'll be a mother... right?"

The question hung in the air for a few with moments until Lexi spoke up, "I can never have children, so many health issues in high school, cysts, endo..." she faded off with a shrug.

"I didn't want to get pregnant, I didn't..." Kelly softly said, her tears dripping down my chest, "but I also ... I don't .. I can't get an abortion."

"Of course not," said Alyssa, leaning into Kelly and kissing her cheek, "it's your choice. This won't change anything, we won't let it."

"But this changes ... everything!" Kelly complained and I felt her panic rise, my arm pulling her closer, and I just let her sob. 

I concentrated on just opening up and feeling how each girl felt. It felt different, I was so used to pushing my thoughts and desires, and having them soak up my emotions. Twisting it around and listen and feel their thoughts and emotions was disconcerting, then calming. I felt the best thing I could do was to be silent and listen. I did however, need to reassure Kelly.

"Kelly, I will be with you, and support you always," I stated confidently, then continued summing up the feelings I felt as I listened to the hive mind of my companions, "this child is ours, ... all of ours. Does anyone feel differently?"

Lexi, Carmen, and Alyssa nodded in unison, surrounding Kelly with their physical presence, as I tried to take in their warm feelings, and reflect them back to Kelly.

"I don't know how it will work out," Kelly said, softly, almost childlike herself.

"It will work out," Alyssa said with a soft voice, "we are all in, all of us, we are family. Deep in my soul I know this, and I know you all know this."

"My parents," Kelly sobbed quietly, "How can I tell them about this? About us, not just the baby, but all of you. I feel like I've been lying to them, to my mother."

"It might be easier than you think," Alyssa said, "Did you say you were raised LDS? I know they currently don't accept the tenets of polygamy as a church, but it wouldn't be a foreign concept... Jeremiah could help ease any struggle they have..."

"Um, wait, are you suggesting that I use my power again on Kelly's parents?" I asked, my thoughts also still conflicted with my father, and his family, and the troubles we'd discussed with my Uncle earlier in the morning.

"Darling," Alyssa said, "Look at this logically for a moment, they are invested in this house already, they are invested in their daughter, they know she is happy, they will be the child's grandparents... Our child's grandparents."

"They'll kill me," Kelly sighed, "They don't know about us, they think J is engaged to you. They'll think I subverted that relationship, that I slept with him out of marriage."

"I don't know about that," Alyssa mused, "I don't remember my parents, but it was always surprised how forgiving my foster parents were... but look..." Alyssa touched Kelly's chin to turn her eyes towards her own, "Your parents know you, they know Jeremiah, they are investing money in this house and our business, and J has a connection with them."

"Aly, stop, that's too manipulative, too entangled, I don't want to use my powers to make this work..." I spoke feeling my anger and fear rise. I really didn't know what my powers were capable of, and the thought of testing them safely made my palm cold with sweat.

"Jeremiah," Aly started, her voice gentle but firm, "What would be better for everyone involved, Kelly outcast from her parents, or her family supporting her, and being around. Even if we told them a lie, they'd eventually find out, and that would cause more damage. Using your powers to mold their reactions to what is right and good, is what is best for Kelly, for the baby, and for you."

"I just don't know," I sighed, a part of me knowing she was right, and part of me fearful that I was already tumbling down the path my father started, and the circle of my influence just seemed to keep expanding. "How do I know using my powers here, even for the best solution, wouldn't just make something else more complicated later... I need to know more."

Kelly was looking back and forth as Aly and I talked, as well as Lexi and Carmen. The conversation was intense, and complicated, but it was also honest. It seemed to help Kelly's emotional state, as fraught as it was to talk about it, but the issues were so many and so entangled I was growing a frustrated.

"We don't have to tell them anything today, but we will tell them, and regardless of their actions," I stated as evenly, "We will be with you Kelly supporting you and our child."

"Won't that be hard," Kelly said, "our story is you are married to Alyssa, and you have a child with me, someone who is not your wife, at least legally."

"That's easily fixed," said Alyssa, as she softly shifted the ring from her finger, and turned to Kelly, "Jeremiah will marry you." I opened my mouth to protest, but Alyssa looked at me softly, "in the eyes of the state, only. We are all already married in our hearts and souls."

The four of us nodded, and Kelly tentatively accepted the ring, then passed it to me.

"I'm kind of old fashioned," Kelly said softly, "I want a proposal, I know it's selfish, and not in the context of our relationship... but I've, well I've dreamed about a proposal and a wedding since I was a girl playing with barbie dolls."

"Isn't that every girl's dream?" I asked, and accepted the ring back, holding in one hand and twisting it around with the fingers of the other, "I think I'm being selfish only asking one of you, when I want to give you all the experience of living their dream.

Tears suddenly flooded my vision as my mind processed what just happened, how Alyssa ended our engagement. How much she meant to me, how much I deeply wanted her by my side, but at equal partners in life. I wanted vow that love to girl. They each deserved to have the specialness of a formal proposal, a wedding, where they were the star.

I thought back to the impromptu ceremony at the hotel a bit over a month ago, how we'd exchanged necklaces, and as I thought of that, my hand went to my neck and felt the knot that symbolizes our relationship, I lifted my blurry eyes and looked around and saw all four of the girls touching their own. Did I just will them to do that? 

As silence fell, Lexi slid up my body and kissed me, and the others leaned closer, our heads in a tight circle, Lexi spoke in a firm voice, steady amid the flurry of emotions, "Jeremiah, I love you, I don't need a ring, or a ceremony, or a piece of paper. I never expected to have as deep a love as I have for you, and it's multiplied by three for each of my sisters."

She leaned over and kisses Kelly, softly, tenderly, then words came, "Kelly, I love you, and I love the idea of us raising your child. I don't think it's a mistake that the child was created while all of us were forming our bonds. Your baby will know love like no other child."

I felt troubled at her words, this child was a direct result of that first explosion of my powers, that exploited and changed the path of Kelly and Lexi's lives, drew Carmen into a life changing web of craziness that needed me to pull in my life-long friend. My guilt spun into a circle as I thought more about it, and then I felt Lexi's hand on my palm, covering the ring with her hand.

"J, before you spiral into your guilt," Lexi began with a quiet confidence in her voice, "I know what happened. I know you changed me, I know you changed each of us. But you fixed us too, and we are fixing you. Each of us is a part of it, and it wouldn't be the same had one thing not happened. I'm not religious, or spiritual, but I think fate drew us together. I don't know where your powers came from, but they manifested at exactly the right time."

I looked around and all the girls were nodding, none of them had any shift in their confidence that we were meant to be. I needed to change that feeling in me, to live up to what they wanted from me, and it wasn't self-doubt and remorse. It was time to accept my role, without reservation and with their confidence. My fingers closed around the ring, and slid it into the pocket of my jeans.

"I will make this all right, and I'll need your help." I said looking around, then centered on Kelly, "are you okay, love?"

"I'm good, Jeremiah," Kelly smiled, and brushed the last of the tears from her eyes, then that hand lowered to her flat abdomen, "We are all part of this, and I know, I can feel... our love right now," she looked around, "from all of us."

I relaxed against the headboard and the weight of the girls shifted against me, we all held onto each other, and just rested in our thoughts, and minds, comforted by our own presence. My thoughts drifted to my mother and how she'd raised me. Would she be proud of me or repulsed? Was I becoming more like my father, a man I hardly knew? I needed to know his story, I needed to know more. Then I faded off to sleep.

Distant Past:

Isaiah drove through the rain, watching the mile posts as he got closer to the town where Katie and Jeremiah lived. His hand rested on the thigh of Samantha, touching lightly as they moved down the highway.

"I'm looking forward to seeing Katie again," Samantha said, "it's been too long, I have a hole in my heart."

"I know babe," Isaiah said, "I regret ever leaving it just got to be too hard living as we did with other people judging us, the problem was never between us and Katie."

"We should have brought her to live with us in Montana, the brotherhood would have allowed it, it is almost expected." Samantha replied.

"Honey, we've been over this,"Isaiah replied with a touch of frustration, "Katie couldn't leave her parents, and I couldn't let the brotherhood know I had a son. Too much would have been expected of us, and of him. I wanted him to be free to make his choices. I've told you that I was shunned by the brotherhood, they wouldn't have allowed me to keep him.'

They drove on in silence as the miles between them and their destination drew smaller. A few miles from the town, the wind and rain grew heavier, making the steering and visibility difficult, then as they crossed a narrow bridge, they were blinded by a pair of lights coming in the opposite direction. Isaiah swerved, but it was too late, the two cars collided in a violent collision and both cars tumbled off the bridge into a ravine. A few moments later flames shot up from the bottom of the valley as doors to nearby homes opened in response to the explosion.

A car slid to a stop next to the ravine. It had been following about an eighth of a mile behind Isaiah's car, and the driver and his rather large companion got out and peered over the edge.

"Yeah, that was Isaiah's car," said the large man, "I don't see how he could have survived. Did we ever find out where he was going?"

The driver, a smaller man, shook his head, "No, he left in a hurry, he dropped by the bank, then headed straight out of town. Didn't say a word to no one."

"We'd better contact Deacon, see what we should do," the large man replied, slipping back into the car.

"Damn it's really raining out, I hope there is an inn close," the smaller man said, slipping the car into gear, "Deacon's not going to be pleased."

Past:

I snapped awake, and made all the girls stir while I pulled my wrist up to look at my watch. It was mid-afternoon, and we had an appointment with my Uncle at four. I knew I needed to tell him about Kelly's pregnancy. I was a bit worried about opening to him, but also assured that he would help me sort out the best path for me and my girls.

"Wake up, loves, we need to go see my uncle, I really want you to meet him, and we need to sign some documents." I gently prodded them.




The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 03



Aly stretched and yawned, still naked from the tryst in the kitchen, "I had a weird dream, J," as she got up and hugged me close, feeling my need for comfort before I recognized it.

"The crash on the bridge?" I asked just recalling that part.

Aly nodded, "I think we need to tackle that box of your father's when we get back, there are clues in their, and we need to get to that safety deposit box."

"What are you talking about?" Carmen said, pulling at the wrecked bodice of her dress, before giving up and just pulling it over her head, discarding it, and looking through her pile of clothes. "I dreamt of a crash, but what does that have to do with J's father?"

Lexi nodded with Carmen, "Why are we all having the same dream? Who was in that car?"

Kelly gasped, "was that the crash that killed you mother?"

"and my father, and his wife," I added, "Aly and I just found that out this morning. I think we dreamt about their deaths."

I walked over to my dresser and got the letter my father had written to me a few years before his death, and gave it to Carmen, "This is all we really know, I got that from my uncle the day you and Lexi came home. He also left me a box of papers, a lot of money from his accounts, and a key to a safety deposit box.

Lexi leaned against Carmen as the both read the letter.

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Jeremiah,

If you're reading this then I'm dead. I've always been plain with words. I left when you were four and I've thought of you often in the last ten years. I owe you an explanation for why I left.

I loved you and your mother very much, Jeremiah. I know it might not seem like that. I haven't enjoyed been away from either of you. I have kept a close eye on you, and have tried to provide for you as I could. I could not stay with you for reasons that may have become plain to you, or will become plain to you.

It's hard to just say this in a letter. So I'll just say it. I'm a psychic, or something. I don't know exactly what to call it. This ability was passed down to me by my father, and has been in our lineage for generations. I'm able to see people's emotions, and can influence how they make decisions. If you're old enough, you might have experienced how this works. If you're too young to have had it manifest, then I hope you never do.

It can be a blessing or a curse. My grandfather was able to help many people. My father, however, used his gift selfishly, and brought ruin to our family. I followed my father's example, and shamefully damaged the people I loved. Specifically your mother and you. Be careful, Jeremiah, use your powers sparsely, and only to help. Don't use it for selfish gain.

I know that sounds trite coming from your absent father. It could be true that I left selfishly. I have thought on that much over the years. You need to know, I left to protect you. You and your mother. I hope you can someday understand.

I love you Son,

Isaiah Jackson.

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"Well wasn't he nice to tell you in a letter from the dead," Carmen said sarcastically.

I shrugged, "I'm resigned that this has become a thing of fate, and I want to get ahead of it. My mother died when I was in high school, three years ago. On my 18th birthday, just before graduation. I'm wondering if my father was coming to talk to me, as I was getting old enough to have these powers manifest."

I hung my head, and thought of my mother, "She told me she was going to meet a friend in a nearby town, and she'd be back. It rained so hard that night... She collided with another vehicle, and both cars crashed into a ravine. It took two weeks to retrieve her remains. The other bodies had no identification on them, and their car was destroyed, nothing identifiable."

Lexi slipped beside me and hugged me, "Oh J, I'm so sorry, I didn't know any of this about you."

"Well, I think we're all about to find out a lot more about me," I replied hugging her tightly." I can't help but think it's all connected somehow, that my powers or whatever, are more than I could ever imagine."

"I still smell like sex, and that lovely sun dress is ruined, you animal!" Carmen complained with a smile, as Aly, Kelly and I started up the stairs, "Do I have time to shower? I want to look nice for your uncle and not smell and look like a whore."

"If you're quick, we have a little over an hour," I said with a smile, "think you can look fabulous in that short amount of time?"

"Lexi will help me," Carmen said with her fabulous sexy smirk, "the damn girl still has sex all over her too!"

Lexi giggled and let Carmen take her hand and drag her into the shower, while the rest of us headed to the kitchen. Next to the door was the box of paper from my Father. After redressing with her discarded clothes from this morning's bawdy scene, Aly lifted up the box and started looking through the contents, adjusting her glasses as she peered through the contents. Kelly, still looking worried and shocked, started putting away the remaining groceries that were left out while we had our impromptu scene.

Aly looked at me, and turned her eyes to Kelly, and I knew she wanted me to help her, and stay close. Aly had already started making piles of similar documents, notebooks, envelopes and batches of photographs. I slipped next to Kelly and helped her put things away.

"I think it was that first night," Kelly said softly, "The first time we had sex, when you took my virginity, among other things. I've done the math, and it had to have happened then, maybe at the hotel."

"I was partially drunk, and I wasn't thinking," I started softly, "I'm sorry, Kelly."

"You're sorry, I'm pregnant?" Kelly asked turning to lift her blue eyes up to mine, "Or sorry you're going to be stuck marrying me?"

"Kel," I said softly, grabbing both of her hands, and pulling her to me, lifting my hand to her cheek and tilting her chin up to look at me, kissing her softly, then pressing my forehead to her, "my love, I'm not sorry about the consequences, I'm sorry that I didn't think things through. I was too overcome with just discovering my power. I had no..." I drifted off, feeling like I was babbling, then restarted, "It was fate, it was meant to be, you here with me, feels right, as much as it feels with each of the others. You were meant to be the mother, I feel it, the more I think about it."

"I'm a mess of emotions, J," Kelly said, her eyes dropping to my chest, then lifting, "But I know what you say is true, I'm happy to be carrying your child, it's not how either of us would have planned it, but it was ... meant to be."

"Do either of you know where Pinebluff, Montana is?" asked Alyssa.

"Never heard of it," I said, but went to go find my road atlas, and settle into the couch, Kelly filed after me, and settled next to me, as I looked through the index.

"Well it is where most of your father's accounts are," Alyssa said and slipped on the other side of me, as I started flipping through the sheets.

"There is my college," Kelly said, pointing the the town as I went through the pages, "or... was my college..."

The college town was on the border of Washington and Idaho, and I flipped three more pages and found the minuscule town of Pinebluff just over the Idaho border on the edge of Montana.

"About 50 miles south of Missoula, in the shadow of the Bitterroot Mountains." I said, then backtracked a few pages following a road, "And about 250 miles from the girls' old school. Is that a coincidence...?"

"I don't know," Alyssa said, "your powers bloomed a lot closer to Pinebluff than they would of if you were home. There might be a geographic component to it..."

Carmen swept up the stairs in a blur, with the red-headed Lexi right behind. Carmen looked lovely in a pair of jeans and a nice blouse, her black hair neatly pulled into a ponytail, wearing dark eye makeup that set off her eyes. Lexi chose a simple green dress, that brought out the sparkle in her eyes. She wore her hair down, still damp and forming ringlets as her hair dried. They both looked marvelous. 

The four girls gathered in a circle and primped each other, Carmen smoothing Aly's dress, making sure the bodice supported her bra-less breasts. Lexi hugged Kelly in her special way, then checked her makeup and smoothed her skirt. I took a moment to remind myself how lucky I was, to have four sexy and caring girls in my life, and wondered what I had done to deserve this. 

The shift of the mood had brightened as Carmen and Lexi had joined us and we were ready to go.I gathered my family together and we walked the short distance to my uncle's office. Greeted warmly by his secretary as I introduced all of them to her, then we filed into his office.

"Uncle Thomas, I want you to meet, Kelly, ... Alyssa, ... Carmen and Alexis," I said to my Uncle.

"Please, call me Lexi, I can't stand being called Alexis." Lexi said with a smile.

"Then I demand you call me Tommy, young Lexi." Thomas said with a wink.

I sat down between Kelly and Aly in a small love seat, while Carmen and Lexi sat in chairs. Uncle Thomas had five sets of documents piled in a row, and was about to talk about what they were, when I stopped him,"

"Uncle, there has been a development, surprising and unforeseen, and we need your advice." I said, trying to work my way up to telling him.

"I'm pregnant with Jeremiah's child," Kelly said with a smile, "I just found out this morning."

Aly leaned in with a smile, as Thomas' face turned a shade darker in concern, "We're all happy about this, me especially. This doesn't change the relationship we have, it just makes things different in the eyes of government."

Thomas chuckled, "I had you pegged as a pragmatist, Alyssa, I take it that the marriage license will need to be in Miss Kelly's name?"

Alyssa smiled, and gripped my hand, "Yes, that is what is best for Kelly and the baby."

"That only changes two sets of documents," Thomas explained, "The marriage license is something that will take some time, there are requirements the state has, for pre-marital counseling, that we'll need to jump through. For now, though, these documents will do for all of you as written. They name you as beneficiaries of Jeremiah's estate, in the case of his death. I don't think that will be anytime soon, but Jeremiah wanted to make sure all of this was in order as soon as possible."

The girls shared glances and looked at me, as Thomas continued to explain my conditions. 

"Some of the documents give you access to a joint cash account, this is part of Jeremiah's normal funding and is supplemented from his grandfather's trust," Uncle Thomas passed each girl a smaller set of documents and pens for their signatures, the balance on the account caught them by surprise, each looking at me.

"You've got to be kidding," Carmen said, "J, I can't accept this, how do you know I won't just take the cash and go back home? This is a bit reckless."

"Carmen, I'm certain you don't want that, and you hypothetical is invalid," Uncle Thomas continued, "The contract also has stipulations that will close any account at the behest of Jeremiah. This is really quite standard for people with a sizable inheritance."

"Well, I ..." Carmen closed her mouth, and looked at the papers then signed her name.

.

"This next set of documents sets up the insurance requirements and rest of Jeremiah's assets, including the funds that he just received from his father's estate." Uncle Thomas droned on, "The probate on that lasted three years because it took so long to declare him dead, since they never found his body. The only connection was a stray serial number on his destroyed car. The accounts are well established, and have been accruing interest since his death. It has effectively doubled Jeremiah's wealth."

Kelly now blushed red, as she looked at the figures, "You don't need my parent's investment in this at all, do you?"

"No, I don't," I stated, "but it helps to have other investors, the inn is a bit of a risk. If it doesn't work out the way we expect, I may have to get a job."

The whole document signing took a little under an hour, and by then the girls were all in various states of shock. Even Alyssa hadn't realized how wealthy I was. I wasn't very comfortable with my wealth, I never made a show of it, and the whole thing usually left me in a state of embarrassment. I was relieved though, to have the cat out of the bag. I felt a little unburdened at knowing my companions had full knowledge of my wealth. They knew, and at least forgave, my character flaws and all. They understood I was a man that wanted the best for them, to treat them well. I knew they loved me for that, and not for the money I had. 

"With that all finished," Thomas said, "Let's talk practical matters." As he looked at me with a serious look.

"You need to figure out where your father comes from, Jeremiah." Thomas started, "This much money moving will gain attention, and the events of his death have become ... very strange. As usual the accounts are secure and private, much of the big money offshore, but in these circles people don't mind bribing to get a name, and then they'll soon find out about you. What you are doing with your life might become more and more scrutinized."

Thomas looked over at Kelly, "Do you think your parents will understand about your pregnancy? Will they be happy, or pull out of the partnership with Jeremiah?"

"I don't know, Tommy," Kelly said, "But we're meeting with them tomorrow, I can't hide anything from my mother, and I'm no longer willing to keep things secret."

"None of us are," I interrupted, "at least not with family. Kelly's parents are family now, I will hopefully explain that well to them."

"Okay, I think that is wise." Thomas said settling back into his chair. "I'm going to try and use some resources to back-trace this money, so we can get an idea of who might be looking over your shoulder. I will do it discreetly, but we need to all focus on finding out more of Jeremiah's father."

"We'll sort through that box tonight," Alyssa said, "We'll bring back any money related papers to you. I'm curious about his history, I think we might need to go to Montana to find out."

"All of you?" Thomas asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Uncle, we're not ever going to be apart, so yes, all of us." I stated with determination.

"Good, then I think you're ready." Thomas said, "Come back tomorrow and we can talk again."

We all left and started walking home, silent in our own thoughts, but all twisted together.

"I am glad I never knew how well off you are, J," Lexi said, holding one of my hands in both of hers, and leaning into me. "I know I love you for you, and this .. it's nice, but I don't need it.

"Me too," said Carmen, "I know what I said in there was ... well, it's what the people I grew up with would do, it's messed up, and I've seen lived ruined over much smaller amounts of money. I don't want or need your money, Jeremiah."

Alyssa smiled, "I don't think Jeremiah wants it either," as she bussed my cheek with a kiss, "which is why he hides it, money isn't important to him, which is why it isn't important to us.

"Well, it's nice to not have to fret over keeping the heat on," I said nonchalantly.

I chewed on the words Aly just said, I could interpret it as myself being the catalyst for how my girls felt about things. I wasn't sure it was true, but I couldn't discount it as false. 

"Anyway, that's over," I continued, "Should we order Chinese and dig into that box of papers?"

"Yes," said a chorus of four voices, and I smiled at their enthusiasm, but also thought it was too easy getting four females to agree on anything.

I shouldn't have worried, it took them the rest of the walk home to decide on what dishes to order, and the order kept growing until we had enough food ordered to last three meals.

*****

Author's Note: Synopsis - Kelly is pregnant, and all the group is going to stay together and raise the child as a family. Jeremiah is filthy rich, and his father's inheritance made him even filthier. The chemistry hive-mind of the fivesome is very entangled and that is sometimes a worry for Jeremiah. We find out how Jeremiah's father died and some pretty shady characters were following him, what do they have to do with any of this?

More to come, and more sex, I promise. Still looking for an editor, trying to be careful and edit myself, but that's not my strength.

As always I covet your views, votes and comments. Thank you.



The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 04



Author's Note: Back to the story. I have about three threads running: Present Day - Older Jeremiah and his wives. Past: Jeremiah and the girls first months together. Far Past: Time of Jeremiah's parents death. The sections are marked to help the transitions. 

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Present:

Jeremiah drove along the long driveway that lead to a large expansive mansion. He felt the familiar pang of over indulgence, having spent so much money on this home 15 years ago. It wasn't that the Bed & Breakfast wasn't successful, it was beyond expectations. It was more of the necessity that Jeremiah, Kelly, Alyssa, Carmen and Alexis needed their own space. Then there was Isaac, or Zac as they called him. He was four years old when they moved there and the only home he knew. 

Jeremiah pulled up next to Zac's car and got out, moving to the front door the slight panic in Kelly's voice still in his ears. Lexi slipped beside him, then reached and opened the door to let Jeremiah into the house, and into the living room. There he found Zac, sitting on the sofa, his arms around two young classmates, who were taking turns kissing him. 

Jeremiah scanned the room to find Kelly moving towards him, her eyes flicking from Zac to Jeremiah with an expression that said," do something!"

Carmen, was rounding the room towards Jeremiah in the opposite direction, her eyes also darkened with alarm and anger. Carmen reached Jeremiah first.

"I thought you had talked to him about your family history!" Carmen hissed, oddly trying to keep her words silent to not disturb the young people. 

"J, he just came right in and they all sat down and started making out, not a word was said," Kelly explained, "It was just so odd."

Alexis slipped beside Jeremiah, and then a moment later Alyssa opened the door and joined the fivesome. Aly reached over and flipped on the light illuminating the trio in the center of the room.

Jeremiah took a deep breath, and started to speak loudly, "Isaac, aren't you going to introduce your ..."

Then suddenly the room erupted in a chorus of noise, "Happy Birthday, Jeremiah!!"

Zac and his two girlfriends stood up and walked towards Jeremiah, along with a score of friends and family that streamed in from the wings of the house. Jeremiah was struck dumb with surprise as he smiled at his son, then turned to Kelly.

"How you all managed to surprise me... " Jeremiah started, " was unexpected."

"You've been a bit distracted, Love," Alyssa said and kissed Jeremiah fully on the mouth.

"Papi, the look on your face!" laughed Carmen, as she tightly hugged Jeremiah and kissed his cheek.

"You knew about this," Jeremiah said to Lexi who was smiling like the cat that caught the canary, "Didn't you, little one?"

"Yes, I did," Lexi said softly, then leaned into his ear, "I'm sorry Master, they made me do it... but I'm not sorry about our tryst in the car."

"Hey Dad," said Zac, "Let me introduce my two friends, this is Elizabeth, and Stacy. They are just friends, Dad... they were in on the prank."

"Please call me Beth," said Elizabeth and she leaned into hug me, "Zac is always talking about how awesome you are, I hope we didn't anger you."

"Not at all," Jeremiah laughed, "Please girls, enjoy the party. Isaac, you and I do need to talk later though," he continued with a serious glint in his eye.

Jeremiah started moving around the room, shaking hands with old friends, and clients. People he knew well, had helped and many had helped him as well. He kept his own thoughts guarded, but felt somewhat relieved, "Maybe turning 40 wasn't going to be so bad."

Kelly, Alyssa, Carmen and Lexi watched him as he moved around, and sensing his thoughts felt a bit happier. Jeremiah had felt a little distant in the past weeks, always writing on his computer, and seemingly lost in the past.

"This is good," said Alyssa, "He needs to see the good he's done, to help him get over all that happened with his heritage."

The other three nodded, as they also remembered back to the time the met and started this life.

Past:

We got back to the house, and I ordered the chinese for delivery. Kelly went to her office to check email from her mother. Aly went back to the stacks of papers and notebooks. Lexi took Carmen's hand and went to the sofa to talk with her about something. I moved next to Aly in the kitchen and started picking up a notebook.

"Be careful, Jeremiah," Aly said, then took my hand in hers, "I'm still sorting, and ... " she fell silent, which was odd as she usually wasn't at a loss for words.

"What is it..." I started, then she put her finger to my lips to quiet me, and slightly tilted her head as if listening to something just out of range, then she looked back at me, and her eyes glinted, then turned serious again.

"I want to go over this first, Love," Aly said, "I don't know what's in here, and I don't need you to cycle into anger about your father without knowing the full story. We've made a lot of progress today. Maybe you, Carmen and Lexi can have some catching up time."

As she finished Carmen and Lexi entered the room, and Aly nodded at them knowingly. Just as I was about to ask a question, Kelly re-entered the room and sat down at the table next to Aly.

"I just got the strangest email from my friend Jenn," Kelly started, "You remember her Lex, Car? We ... um... I think we messed her up that night."

I groaned inwardly, as I recalled the story. She was also one of the people to see Kelly and I our first night. How odd to hear from her on this day. I felt Aly take my hand, and tug, directing my attention to her.

"I'll talk with Kelly, don't get worked up. Lexi needs you." Aly said plainly.

Carmen grabbed my hand, "C'mon stud, I'll help explain," and tugged me downstairs, Lexi followed both of us as we went down the stairs. As we entered the room, Carmen pointed me to stand against the wall, then turned to Lexi.

"Knees, slut." Carmen said in a firm voice.

I was about to comment, when Lexi quickly stripped and fell to her knees in front of Carmen, presenting herself in a submissive pose. Carmen barely looked at her as she looked up at me.

"While we were alone, after Kelly left, this little one, confessed something to me." Carmen started, as she stepped into her closet, "There is more to Lexi than meets the eye, J."

I decided that it was best to just listen, as Carmen talked to me like Lexi wasn't there. I looked down at her, and she seemed relaxed, but also on edge. Lexi was anticipating something, something she craved very much.

"She's a submissive, J." Carmen said, as she came back into the room, with a duffle bag, and plopped it on the bed, she looked over at me and waved me over, "Have you ever heard of BDSM, J?"

I stepped over and was caught up with her question, "Um, bondage, domination and sado something or other..." I answered with a bit of confusion.

"Yeah, that's right, the M is masochism," said Carmen, "and that is what little Lexi is, a masochist. She gets off on pain.Not all pain, just pain from someone she loves and trusts." 

Carmen opened the bag to reveal quite a collection of sex toys, an array of dildos, and vibrators, but also fur-lined cuffs, some coils of rope and what looked like a whip, but it had many straps of leather attached to a handle. There was also a lot of other things in the bag, but I lifted my eyes up to Carmen.

"But I'm not a sadist," I told Carmen, "I don't like to hurt people."

"You don't?" Carmen said, "Did you enjoy forcing me today, taking me hard?"

"Yes, but that was just a role I felt you wanted me to take," I started, "The more you got off on it, the further I took it... Oh..."

Carmen nodded, "You're getting it, but you need to learn how to be safe with it, I loved when you started choking me, but that's a bit edge. Lexi is a submissive masochist. She can probably take more than either you or I know how to give."

"What do you mean?" I asked, looking back down to Lexi who was now almost shaking with need.

"Well one thing, she needs strong dominance, don't you little slut." Carmen asked.

"Yes Mistress," Lexi cooed, the first words she'd spoken since we'd gotten down to the room.

"You showed me you have the chops for that today," Carmen said to me quietly. 

"Kiss my toes, slave." she commanded Lexi.

Lexi crawled to her feet, and started to grab one foot, "Did I say you could use your hands, slut?" Carmen asked harshly.

I could feel Lexi purr in her head as she placed her hands behind her back and bowed her head to kiss and worship Carmen's feet.

"Touch her cunt," Carmen whispered to me.

I leaned down and cupped my hand down and under her upturned ass, cupping her sex, and her lips were almost dripping.

"You like that don't you nasty little cunt." I said, trying the words, I could feel her cunt clench at my words my mouth close to her ears.

"Oh god, Yes, Master!" She cooed, pushing her mouth back on Carmen's foot.

"Now spank her ass," said Carmen, as she sat on the bed, and extended her other foot to the supine girl, "Then touch her again."

I pulled my hand back and swatted her ass, "Now like you mean, it... J. You have to be in command and mean this stuff, you can't fake it."

I pulled back again and swung hard connecting with a hard slap, her flesh heated up under my palm, and my hand stung, I reached with my other hand back to her cunt and felt even more fluid coat my fingers.

"Little fuck toy likes to be spanked too" I tried, a growl in my voice as I started to connect to the role Lexi was pushing out as best she could.

"Oh yes, Master, this slut needs your hard hand spanking my ass!" Lexi cried out then went back to foot worship.

I felt my cock pulse hearing the deep desire in her words and posture, the room was heating up with her needful desire.

"I'm entirely too overdressed for this," I said and started to pull my shirt off.

"Wait," Carmen said, then "Go undress your Master, slave, leave his shorts on though, you haven't earned a look at his cock yet."

Lexi turned on a dime and rose to her knees, lifting up to grip end edge of my shirt and lifted up, she quickly pulled it off, even though she had to stand quickly to do it, then back down to her knees. She removed my shoes one foot at a time, then my socks. Then the she unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled them down my thighs. She leaned closer, pressing her cheek to my hard shaft, as she looked up at me.

"Master, please step out of your jeans." she pleaded, then carefully, pulled them away, folded them neatly and placed them in a neat pile with my shoes and shirt.

"Good pet, no get back here and take care of me, you lazy slave." Carmen commanded rising from the bed.

Carmen stood up and let Lexi strip her, moving slightly to assist until she was completely nude. I inhaled slowly as I watched, my cock beginning to ache in my shorts. Carmen's light brown flesh was practically glowing, Lexi's pale flesh a delicious contrast to her dusky mistress. 

"Get on the bed, all fours, hands at your ass, slut." Carmen spat as soon as she was naked, then moved to the bag of toys, taking out some shackles.

"Not handcuffs?" I asked coming closer.

"These leather shackles are snugger, and you can do more with them," Carmen explained as she fastened one to each of Lexi's wrists. "Hand me that rope."

We talked back and forth, talking as if Lexi wasn't there, which seemed to make her even more excited. Carmen clipped the shackles together, then tied a piece of rope to a ring on one wrist, tossing it over the far beam that connects each side of the bed, and pulled the line tight, lifting her arms up over her head and putting strain on her shoulder. Lexi exhaled with a strained breath as Carmen secured the line, keeping a firm tension on the line.

"Think you can do that to one of her ankles, while I tie down her other?" Carmen asked me, and I nodded. 

Watching Carmen, I shackled her ankle, then tied the rope to the bedpost, pulling the line tightly securing her ankle and keeping her thighs spread. Lexi was doubled over in the center of the bed, her breasts pressed to the mattress by the strain of the rope lifting her wrists. Her tight ass was lifted as she tried to ease the strain, and her thighs pulled apart displaying her ass and cunt that shone with her arousal.

"Starting to get the picture, stud?" Carmen asked, and pulled out the whip-like thing. "This is a flogger," she said simply, then swung it around gently, letting the straps smack lightly against Lexi's backside. Lexi shook and cooed at the feel of the leather, and then stilled as Carmen traced the leads along her flesh.

"Watch me and see how I use this, it's never out of anger, the idea is to warm up the flesh, and start endorphins moving." Carmen explained as she kneed up onto the mattress, and the started swinging the flogger back, pulling the straps through her other hand before smacking the whip against Lexi's trapped flesh.

Lexi groaned, and I flinched, not even used to the thought of what I was watching. But Lexi, shifted her body, and then pressed her ass back, seeking another stroke. I watched as Carmen moved the whip, hitting all over Lexi's ass, thighs and hips, Lexi's flesh warmed then turned a rosy shade as she grunts turned to moans. Her body shook as she took each blow, then purred as she absorbed each stroke. Carmen started hitting her harder, then moved and started striking the flogger leads down vertically, aiming down the center of Lexi's spread ass cheeks. I bit my lip, expecting a shriek of pain.

"Oh fuck, Mistress yesss... fuck.. ouch, spank my cunt, please..." Lexi crowed to my surprise.

"Don't you fucking cum, slut, don't you dare." Carmen spat as she used the flogger to pound into Lexi's most sensitive spot, then turned and invited me onto the bed.

"Beg to be fucked, slut..." Carmen asked, and Lexi twisted her head, her green eyes sparkling as she watched me push off my shorts, release me hard cock and knee onto the bed.

"Oh please, Master, fuck this cunt... slam that beautiful cock into this undeserving slut." Lexi pleaded her eyes widening. She twisted her head back to find my eyes, her need plain in her strident voice.

Carmen shifted forward and started to smack Lexi's strained shoulders as I gripped her hips, and the fitted my head against her cunt. Her flesh was like molten lava on my sensitive crown, and I slammed forward, my fingers gripped her ass and pulled her back. Her cunt squeezed my cock like a fist, so tight, but also slick and she grunted as my cock bottomed out. Carmen continued to smack her flesh, and I began to fuck her hard.

My fingers gripped the warm flesh of her abraded ass, which caused her to shriek, then purr in the mixture of pain and pleasure flooding her nerves. I reached a hand up and gripped her fiery mane, yanking her head back and forcing her to look forward. I nodded to Carmen who dropped the flogger then moved to spread her legs before Lexi's lifted face.

"Suck her cunt, slave, thank her for her work" I spat as I fucked her hard, my hand gripping the back of her head, and pushing her into Carmen's glistening snatch. Carmen cursed in Spanish as Lexi started to lick and suck on her sex, her hands gripping Lexi's head, moving mine out of the way. I curled my fingers into claws, and dug them into Lexi's shoulders, then drug them down as my hips slammed forward, then back.

"Aiiighhh, Fuck... may I cum, please Master, Miss.. fuck.. please..." Lexi struggled holding on the edge of her orgasm.

Carmen gripped her head and yanked it up, leaning close to Lexi's face, then spat into it, then commanded "Come slut... cum on your Master's cock."

Lexi tripped off, her cunt gripping and shuddering around my cock as I slammed home and shot my load deep in her womb. Carmen pusher her hand into Lexi's spit covered face, spreading it over her cheeks and nose as Lexi screamed in orgasm, all her senses exploding. I felt the power flow through me, and pushed that power towards Carmen, who tossed her head back and pulled Lexi's nose back to her cunt as she rocked and moaned and came squirting on Lexi's face.

I froze as I just left myself feel the flesh beneath me ripple in waves as one orgasm crashed into another, her body shook, then went limp, and I looked at Carmen. She started untying the rope at her wrists, and I untied each ankle, then pulled Lexi's body to my chest, rotating on the bed to sit at the headboard, lifting her to my lap, holding her as Carmen slipped next to me, and covered Lexi with a warm coverlet.

"Such a good girl, such a good slut." Carmen cooed, and looked at me.

"Good little slave, I enjoyed that very much, Thank you for letting me see this side of you." I said and kissed Lexi's forehead.

Lexi blinked slowly, as her mind recovered, her eyes catching mine and smiling, "Oh Master, I was worried that it might scare you away, or that ..."

"Shhhh little one," I said, "You are mine, and I'll always keep you safe, and feed you what you need."

Carmen looked at me with a smile, "Are you sure you've never heard of BDSM before, You're a natural."

We chuckled then relaxed, each of us recovering in the arms of each other, enjoying the escape the scene had allowed from a long day.

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"What was that?" Kelly asked worriedly, "Did Lexi scream?"

Aly closed her eyes and put a hand on Kelly's shoulder, listening more with her mind, than with her ears, then smiled and opened her eyes to look at Kelly, "Don't worry, it's want Lexi needs, and she's safe with Carmen and J. It is up to her to explain this to you, if she chooses. But don't worry, she's fine."

"That's weird, I know I'm new to sex, but so is she... " Kelly wondered.

"You didn't spend a week with Carmen and her toy box," Alyssa said and went back to researching. The two girls focused on the boxes and sorting, then reading through files and checking with each other for another half an hour until they heard the doorbell ting.

*ding dong* 

"Ah the food is here," Aly said nonplussed, "Go pay for it, and I'll go get the others."

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I felt a hand on my forehead, and opened my eyes, blinking to see Aly's blue eyes looking into mine then smiling. She gently shook Lexi, resting against my chest, then kissed her cheek. Moving her attention to Carmen, then back to me. 

"Food is here, Lovers," Aly said, looking at the cuffs on Lexi's limbs, the rope and the flogger, "Did you all have fun?"

Lexi nodded shyly, "Just what the doctor ordered, Ma'am" and stretched, and started to remove her cuffs.

"Good, little one," Alyssa said, "Kelly will have some questions, I think it's best if you answered them."

Lexi nodded, and I wanted to say, "I have some questions too!" but considered that silence was a better path. 

Carmen just smiled and snuggled against me with her nude body before we all got up and put on pajamas to go upstairs to eat. When we got upstairs, Kelly and Aly had put away the papers, and put out the Chinese takeout and some plates. I was surprised how hungry I was, and just concentrated on eating.

As my belly filled, my mind started wandering again, "What did you find in the boxes, Aly?"

Alyssa finished her bite, and pushed her glasses up, her bright blue eyes, fixing on me. 

"It was a revelation," Alyssa said striking a professorial tone, "Tell me, who do you think your father was? What do you think he did for a living?"

I thought about it for a moment, then shrugged, "I've always thought of him as a drifter. I never knew of him having powers until these past few days. I knew he lived up in Montana or Washington and Idaho. Picking up spare jobs, lumber industry maybe. Never staying long in one place."

"You're mostly right, some of his income came from an assortment of jobs, in and near college campuses," Alyssa looked at me and tilted her head, "Strike you as odd, or dangerous?"




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"Was he preying on the coeds?" I asked, my first impression a negative thought, though I didn't know why I thought that way. I had so little information about my father.

"Actually, most of the information I've found is he helped significantly in women's shelters. Protecting and helping women that had been victims of rape or other crimes." Alyssa stated factually, and waited for my response.

"For how long? How long before he died, did he have a shift of conscience?" I asked not willing to give my father the benefit of the doubt.

"Pretty much from the time he left your mother, he traveled around campuses and helped scarred young women." Alyssa said cooly, just stating facts.

"That is unexpected," I said.

"I think your opinions of your father are classic projection, Jeremiah." Alyssa said in her counselor voice, "and you need to stop blaming yourself, and thinking that the power two seemingly share is an evil thing."

My initial reaction was anger, and I picked up my plate and shoveled in a mouthful of food. I chewed slowly, letting my emotion calm as I considered her words. She wasn't wrong, I always seemed to put my powers in a box labeled "Danger". I was often thinking that my actions ruined the women that surrounded me, women that I loved. They were all treasures, the opposite of ruined. But wasn't it just luck, that my selfishness didn't produce horrible results. I started cycling more, and realized that Alyssa was waiting me out.

"Okay, Doctor," I said with a grin, hoping to lighten the suddenly heavy mood. 

I gazed around and Lexi was looking at me with fascination. Carmen was flicking her eyes between me and Alyssa, while Kelly ate quietly, almost lost in her own thoughts, having read most of the same papers that Alyssa did she already knew the story.

"I confess that I do cast the use of my ability in a bad light." I stated as I put together the peices of the past six weeks. "

I also admit, looking back, that I've used it more for good purposes than for ill-intended selfish means. However, I had you around to keep me honest though. Each of you, Carmen, Lexi, Kelly. All of you make me want to make the best decisions."

"And you father had your mother around. And his second wife, who we know little about." Alyssa explained, "From what Tommy says, your mother loved Sammie, they were all entangled like we are. It's possible, J, that your father was trying to use his abilities for good. In a very specific way."

"What specific way?" I asked the implied question.

"Glad you asked," Aly smiled, "It goes back to the major part of your father's fortune. He received a lump sum that more or less equals what you just inherited upon his father's death. Ask me when your grandfather died."

I thought for a moment, trying to piece together the puzzle Aly was presenting, "Before my parents split up." I guessed.

"Right," Alyssa smiled, "Now ask me why?"

I chewed on the question, she didn't really want me to ask her. She wanted me to tell her, and I slowly worked through the answer. 

"To protect me," I said, and as I spoke the words, I knew it to be true. My father was protecting me and my mother, keeping knowledge of us away from his family, or whatever my grandfather was involved in.

"He never spent any of your grandfather's money, Jeremiah," Alyssa said, "He lived off the money from spare jobs, and temporary work. He had access to a fortune, and never touched it. We need to find out why."

I nodded, "And soon, because we've touched it, we moved some, and with that money moving, they people that hold that money will wonder who's moving it."

Alyssa nodded, and then handed me a bound leather notebook, "That is your father's notebook, diary, sketchbook. He didn't write much, but he kept putting things in there for the 14 years he was out of your life."

She leaned forward and flipped through some pages, "Do these look familiar?" She asked pointing to graphs with notes scribbled in my father's hand.

"Mortality curves," I said in a hushed tone, "Just like I described to you," I leaned closer and read some of his notes, "He lacks your specificity, but he's close."

"Yeah, it looks like trial and error, pointing to the very first rough graph" said Alyssa, "Did you see the initials? K - that's Katie, I think, you mother's. Then there is S - Sammie? Much more detailed, and many more observations."

I turned the page, and saw that he had pages of graphs of many others, over months, years... Some had wicked curves that would have had to have been altered, and sketches of corrections, and notes about the initialed girls. 

"He was undoing things," I said, "Fixing things that had gotten messed up, and I don't think he did the damage."

Alyssa shook her head, "No it looks like he was repairing someone else's damage. Though I think, much like you, he acted out of impulse at first. I think you are your father's son, Jeremiah. And you should be proud of that."

I felt a lump in my throat as I looked through my dad's notes. The worn pages filling in the gaps of my lack of knowing my father. My mother never spoke in detail, when she started to, she always had a guarded look as she talked to me, then changed the subject. She never spoke bad of him, but never gave me any details, she always reminded me, "Your father loves you very much, never forget that, Jeremiah."

"We're missing something, though," I said looking up to Alyssa. "Who broke these girls? We need to get to Montana and open that box," Alyssa said, "It has to have more clues."

"We should get the financials to Uncle Thomas," I said, "Maybe he can track the money, the corporations that held the funds?"

"You two are crazy," Carmen said, "We need to stay away from this stuff. We're all in college, we have no idea what we're getting into. This is beginning to sound dangerous. Can't we call the police?"

"And tell them what, Carmen?" Alyssa asked, "We are only piecing together parts of the puzzle because of what we know of Jeremiah's ability. The police need evidence to move on anything. Do you know what the government or military would do if they found out what Jeremiah was capable of? We can't tell anyone, no one that we don't inherently trust."

I sat quietly thumbing through my father's notes, feeling I was getting to know him more. I also thought about what Alyssa said, regarding people finding out about my ability. I'd been using my powers selfishly, but had focused on doing good. What about others like me that we're doing it for other reasons. Crime. Military. Intelligence.

"None of you signed up for this," I said quietly, "I can fix you all, and make you right, then go fight this myself."

A chorus of dissent arose before I finished my sentence. I looked up surprised, all of them were drawing near, and touching me, and consoling me. 

Lexi spoke, "Mmas.. I mean, Jeremiah, we are stronger together. We can't be torn apart. You remember how it felt when we were apart, I can't do that again, not ever."

"For as fucked up as this crazy story is," Carmen said, "I'm all in with all of you, if we can't trust the pigs, then we got this. At the very least I'll have some wicked stories to tell while making tamales."

Kelly leaned and kissed me on the cheek, "J, I just found out I'm carrying your child. I relate more to your mother, than your father. I don't want to be apart from you, but I want this baby to be safe, and free from the past. I'll do anything now to assure that future. I hope this baby grows up to be a man like you."

"Okay," I said with more confidence, "What do we need to do first."

"We'll need an RV," Carmen said with a wicked grin.

Alyssa nodded, "Perfect!" and leaned towards Carmen and Lexi and started planning what supplies we needed. 

Kelly hugged me tight, and whispered in my ear, "J, can we go downstairs, alone?" then moved to kiss me, softly biting my lower lip as she captured my eyes, "I need you, lover."

I slipped out of my chair, and took Kelly's hand lifting her to her feet, "We'll be downstairs, when you three are done planning." I said excusing us.

Carmen and Lexi, barely lifted their heads, and Aly looked at me and smiled, "Save a little bit for me please?" before diving back in and grabbing a notebook and making a list. It kind of turned me on not knowing if she was talking to me, or to Kelly.

I led Kelly down the stairs, and then showed her the way to the bed, pulling her close at the foot of it, and kissing her deeply. My fingers and hands made quick of her clothes, then stepping back, I commanded, " Get on the bed, spread your legs apart."

"Yes, Master," Kelly laughed as she scooted back until her head was on the pillows.

"You don't have to call me that," I said as I undressed, glad that Carmen and made all the bondage stuff disappear.

"I kind of like it in the bedroom,maybe not as much as Lexi does" Kelly purred with a wink as I kneed naked up onto the bed, and crawled between her open thighs, my hands moving under her round bottom and lowering my mouth to her blond muff.

"Oh, yes... Master," Kelly coed again in a giggle, that turned to a deep moan of need as my tongue worked past her pubic hair and pressed against her clit. Her hips lifted as my mouth opened and I sealed my lips around her lips, sucking deeply as my tongue cleaved between them tasting her arousal.

"Ohmmnn, FUCK, your tongue is magic," Kelly enthused, "I remember the first night, you wouldn't fuck me until you tasted me... you still like how I taste, lover?"

"MMmmmhmmm!" I murmured as my mouth kissed and sucked, my tongue plunging deeply into her slit, feeling her arousal coat my tastebuds as I licked, sucked and swallowed. She tasted so good, her pussy was flowing easily as I stimulated every fold of her cunt.

Kelly combed her fingers through my hair, it was getting longer than when we first met, and she curled her fingers, gripping a handful of my hair and pulling me into her sex, as he hips rolled and lifted, rubbing her pussy on my nose and chin as my lips and tongue continually lapped at her treasure box.

"I want your cock, J, please?" Kelly cooed as she lifted my head. 

I pressed my hands down and pushed up, lifting my knees until I squatted on my haunches between her outstretched feet. She looked at my cock as it bounced from the movement, and moved her hands to grip it in both palms. Her soft touch made me shiver as she shifted her body, her legs swiveling as her head snaked forward, taking my head between her lips, she groaned at the taste.

"You taste like Lexi, a little bit," she purred as she sucked on just the bulbous head her lips sealed behind the crown as he tongue lapped at my slit, winding around and coating the head with her saliva. She sucked and pushed her head down as my fingers combed through her golden locks, collecting her tresses in one fist, and looking down to watch her worship my cock. 

She wriggled her neck as forced as much of the head into the back of her throat until she gagged slightly, then slowly moved back with a hard suction. It felt like she was trying to suck my cum out of my balls. One hand lifted and cupped my balls, as her mouth pulled away from the head. she stroked my shaft with her other hand lifting it up as she sunk her head down, looking up at me as she sucked one of my testicles into her mouth. She shifted back and forth sucking carefully at my sensitive balls, stroking my cock to full stiffness, then moved back to suck my cock inside again.

I gripped her head, and took over, holding her head as my hips drove my cock into her mouth. She locked her mouth part way open, and just hummed as I fucked her mouth. She groaned as my cock slid in and out, wet sounds echoed as I firmly fucked her mouth and throat, her blue eyes locked on mine as I looked down at the sexy blonde totally in my control.

I pulled her head back, and then pushed her shoulders back, she squealed in delight as her feet swung back around, and then spread apart under me, as I kneed forward between her thighs. I reached down to grip my shaft, and plugged her open glistening cunt hole with my swollen and spit-slicked head. I found her eyes, and drove home.

Her eyes widened, then closed as her head fell back at the intrusion of my cock. Then she re-opened them, her blue eyes slits of needful lust, "Hard, J, fuck me hard... use me, take me, hammer me, I'm yours... own me," Kelly babbled as I started a quick rhythm. Her words only fueled me to hammer harder.

I leaned over her, and gripped her breasts, her pillowy flesh molding to my hands I pressed her down into the mattress under me, her hips lifting to meet my heavy strokes. I felt her nipples hard as rocks in my palms as I held her body down, my hips pounding, driving my cock deeper and deeper. Then with a scream of delight Kelly bucked under me, and I arched back lifting off of her to drive my cock in her clenching cunt. My balls lifted tight and pumped jets of cum that shot into her womb, coating her insides with my hot seed.

"Oh fuckkkk, yess!!" Kelly cried out as she came on my cock, her spasms gripping the shaft as it spurted shot after shot, milking the shaft as her hip automatically gyrated, making sure to capture all of me seed. 

I looked down at her, her face damp with sweat, her eyes bright and a smile on her face.

"We're having a baby, J... a baby!" she cried in joy.

"Yes we are lover," I said and slipped beside her, pulling her back to my chest as I curled around her, one hand on a breast and the other over her abdomen.

We snuggled and relaxed and then softly faded into unconsciousness.

Further Past:

"Okay Deacon," the small driver said, "We'll get whatever is in the car."

As the driver placed the phone back on the cradle, the large man asked, "We've got to go back outside in this deluge? What does he think is in the car? There is bound to be attention soon, and it'll be hard to get down to the wreckage."

"He wants it cleaned, Jediah," the small man said, "Nothing to trace back to the priesthood."

"Okay, Samuel, you're the boss." Jediah said grumbling as he headed to the car, "We should have packed more clothes, these are going to be ruined before we get to the wreckage."

The small man picked up the car keys, and the pair left the room, headed out into the storm as lightning flashed.

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Author's Note: This is a work of fiction, all characters are over the age of 18. This story is part of a series, and it moves between past, present and even other times. Hope you enjoy the story.

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Present:

Jeremiah was still in a bit of shock from the surprise party his wives had thrown for him. He pushed the disturbing thought of how he could have been surprised by four women so deeply linked to him, as he just enjoyed the throng of people in his home. 

"Happy Birthday, J," Jerry said with a smile and a handshake. 

Jeremiah pulled his long time friend in for a single-arm back slap hug, then looked at him, "Where is your lovely wife?"

"Home with a sick kid," Jerry said with a shrug, "You know she'd be here if she could, she enjoys all the parties Kelly throws." 

"Yeah, Kelly enjoys throwing parties, I just have to keep working to be able to afford them," Jeremiah joked, then saw Ron and Robin heading his way, "Enjoy the party, Jerry"

Ron lifted Jeremiah up with a big bear hug, "Welcome to the end of your life, old man!" the athletic man said as he settled Jeremiah down so that Robin could hug him too.

"Pft, Forty won't be so bad," Jeremiah said to Ron as he kissed Robin's cheek, "But you might be careful or I'll be your next patient, you almost threw my back out," as he aped a sore back, and bent over in an old man posture.

"You'll never be old, Jeremiah," Robin said as she looked me up and down, "Kelly, Alyssa, Lexi and Carmen are like the fountain of youth for you. You're almost better looking than Ron!"

"Watch it woman," Ron said pulling her back into his chest, "I won't lose you to a schlub like J here, I'll do an hour more in the gym a day, just to keep you happy."

"How about an extra 15 minutes in the bedroom?" Robin said with a wink, as Ron whisked her off to where Kelly had made a small dance floor.

"Enjoy your birthday, Jeremiah," Ron waved as the pair slipped away.

Jeremiah smiled as his long-time friends started to move in a slow dance on the dance floor, and soon was accepting a stream of guests as they wished him a happy birthday. He recalled each of them as the came in pairs. 

The first couple had met at a frat party his senior year. Starting out as hated rivals, they had a natural chemistry that drew them together. The couple would have a couple of weeks of torrid love making, then the arguing would start. Jeremiah had, with Aly's help, adjusted their curves so they worked as a team instead of rivals. That small adjustment set them up for a long term relationship. He had smoothed the rough parts and they still looked happy as a couple.

The next couple had been one of his first clients in counseling, after he first opened his office. They were newlyweds then, but their attachments to their parents made their marriage difficult. Jeremiah had quietly shifted their loyalty towards their parents, to each other. Their stronger relationship had sealed them for a stronger marriage than either of theirs.

Another couple had been owners of a rival Bed & Breakfast, a little older than us, but friends with Kelly's parents. Kelly had asked Jeremiah to help them, because even if they were the competition, they were too well suited for each other, and separating would have devastated their kids.

The room was filled with people Jeremiah had known, made friends with, shaped and fixed. The room buzzed with happiness. 

Then Kelly caught Jeremiah by the arm, and leaned into his ear, "Look at your son, tell me what you see?"

"You mean OUR son," Jeremiah corrected and kissed her behind the ear, then looked where she was directing me.

Zac was trying to talk with Beth, and a few other friends. Then Jeremiah noticed his other friend, Stacy. She wasn't engaged in any conversation, she was glued to Zac's side. When Zac had a free moment, she'd lean over and kiss him. Sometimes grabbing his chin, and moving to kiss his mouth. Zac, looked surprised, and somewhat annoyed, but didn't want to make a scene. Beth watched and started getting a little more darker. I knew that Zac had been seeing Beth as a "more-than-friend' for a few weeks. It looked like she was getting jealous over all the kissing that Stacy was doing.

"Who is this Stacy girl?" Jeremiah asked.

"I don't know," Kelly said as they watched, then Carmen slipped in on Jeremiah's other side.

"Just a friend, I think," Carmen said, leaning and nibbling on J's ear. "I told Zac to bring two girls for the kissing, and if one was a red-head, that would be perfect."

Jeremiah looked again, and noticed that Beth was a blonde, much the same size and shape as Kelly, especially when Kelly was younger. Stacy was a red head, taller and a bit heavier than Lexi had been when Jeremiah had changed her. Both the girls were striking replicas of Kelly and Lexi.

"Oh Carmen," Jeremiah sighed, "I get it, but I think Zac might have..." 

Carmen, gasped as she watched Stacy make a fool of herself kissing Zac and covered her mouth. "Oh shit, I fucked up, didn't I."

"No, it's okay, we're here... see if you can get Zac and Stacy in my study." Jeremiah said, and then found Alyssa across the room, and pushed a thought her direction. Alyssa's eyes snapped over to Jeremiah, then swung to Zac. She nodded and headed to my study.

"You want to come, Love?" I ask Kelly. 

"Well, yes I do, but not right now," Kelly winked, then continued "No, I'd better stay and keep entertaining the crowd, Lexi can help me." Kelly said with a smile. If all five of us left the party it would be too distracting. These folks are safe, they accept us, thanks to you, but I'm too damn good of a hostess to leave my guests."

Past:

I slumbered deeply, rolling onto my back as Kelly rested her head on my arm, sleeping quietly. I felt the far side of the bed depress and groggily turned my head to see Carmen on her back, with Lexi on top. They kissed quietly, whispering to each other not to wake me up, as their bodies slowly entwined. They were quiet and I rested, rousing only for a moment as their movements quickened and I heard a few muffled grunts and groans, then the bed stilled again, and I slept.

A gentle tug on my flaccid cock stirred me again as the brush of a curtain of hair tickled my belly. I looked down and saw the frames of Alyssa's glasses as she looked up, her fingers coaxing my cock to life as she knelt astride my thighs. 

"I need you inside me, J", Aly said as she dipped her head and took me in her mouth, the velvet brush of her tongue over my glans making my blood boil.

Pulling her lips over my swelling crown, she licked the tip as she lifted her head to look at me. Her hand and fingers rubbed her spit over the head and down the shaft, stroking the firming man meat as I slowly pulled my arm from under Kelly's head, and propped myself up on my elbows to watch my lover worship my cock. Her fingers tugged and my cock swelled in her hand as I impatiently pushed fresh blood into the shaft with a contraction of my inner muscles.

Alyssa smiled up at me, "You've fucked everyone else tonight," she said without jealously, "I felt it each time they came, and relished the thought, lover. But my patience has run out, and I need to feel you in me."

I nodded wordlessly and lifted my hand to her lips, caressing the tip of my thumb across her bowed kiss. She sucked in my digit as her hands kept molding my cock, I softly groaned as she jerked me off, wanting to not disturb our sleeping bed mates. I tugged my thumb slowly, coaxing her body forward. I combed my hand through her hair, my fingers curling around her lower scalp and pulling her closer, then kissing her deeply when she was close enough.

"Ride me, Aly, like you did our first time." I growled in a whispered command.

My legs parted as her knees shifted up to the mid-point of my abdomen. Her hips lifted up as she held my shaft, and I felt her drag the head over her distended lips. I could feel the heat of her sex, and the velvety slickness of her arousal as she moved her hand and hips to align each to a specific vector then dropped her hips as my shaft slid deeply into her. She groaned into my kiss as she leaned forward, her feet lifting over my thighs, connected as her hips rose and fell, rotating slightly as she slowly ground herself onto my rigid cock.

Aly pulled her head back, breaking our kiss, but her eyes blazed into mine in the dim light of our room, "Uhmmnnn fuck, you fit inside me like a hand in a glove," she moaned.

She rolled her hips, curling them, using her cunt like a hand to stroke and tease my cock. For all her bookish behavior, Alyssa could use her trim body like a well trained acrobat. Her insides clenching and gripping as she totally controlled our intercourse.

She bit her lip as she watched me, "I might still be a bit of a lez, but you bring out the bi-sexual in me, your cock feels soooo good inside me," she whispered in a low groan, her lips moving to my cheek, then finding my ear, and licking around the lobe sucking it in. I felt her hot breath there as I started to lift my hips, driving in deeper with each of her winding thrusts. Our tempo increased as her breathing became more rapid, until she made soft little cries in my ear. 

My hands lifted and cupped her breasts, filling my palms with the weight of her swaying orbs, stopping their sway then nursing my fingers until her nipples were trapped, between my thumb and fingers, pinching and turning. I lifted my lips to her ear, as I groaned with her deep grind.

"Cum for me lover, cum on my cock, I want to feel your cunt grip me, your juices flood my balls. I love you, Aly." I groaned the command as our bodies, minds and souls conjoined at the apex of our movements.

She stiffened and arched her back, pulling away from me, and causing my arms to lift as her breasts pulled away. I kept hold of her nipples, until the arch was too far back, then my thumbs slipped off, and she let out a small scream. her body clenched, as she felt the bite of pain right as her pussy exploded in orgasm. Her flesh shook as her orgasm rippled through her. I lifted my hips, raising my body and pulling an arm around her bottom, holding her down as my balls tightened and my shaft pulsed, jetting my cum deep inside.

We froze, her body arched back slightly, my own leaning towards her, then taking a bruised nipple in my mouth, suckling it as our bodies began to quiet. I nursed until I felt her shift forward, her hands softly combing through my short hair as I sucked and lapped at her tender nipple. I slowly shifted back, lying against the pillows, lifting my head and finding her lips. We kissed as my arms enveloped her. Pulling her to my chest, we rested. Then one by one slipped into sleep with my cock still buried in her slowly pulsing cunt.

Distant Past:

The two men opened the door and sloshed back into the hotel room. Their suits soaked, dirty and ripped in many places. They closed the door and started stripping the cold clothes until they stood shivering in just their boxer shorts. The large man went and grabbed the towels from the bathroom, and handed the small man a couple of the towels. 

"I wish you hadn't dropped that briefcase down the cliff," the small man, Jediah, said, his voice tired and on the edge of exhaustion.

"No one is ever going to find that damned thing," Samuel cursed as he tried to wrap a towel around his large torso. "I was too wet and cold to care, we can just tell Deacon that the car was clean, everything was burned up. I have all of their IDs in my trouser pockets."

"Burn them in the trash can,"Jediah said in a shaky voice, "Maybe it will help us warm up."

"Just say your prayers and get in bed, Jediah, none of that is drying out anytime soon." Samuel said, pulling his sodden trousers from the floor and pulling out a wallet, a pocketbook, a couple of rings, and a necklace that the girl was wearing.

"Shouldn't have tossed her purse down the cliff either," Jediah said as he grabbed his pile of soaked clothes and headed to the bathroom, hanging each garment in the shower, then squeezing past Samuel as he headed into do the same, "Turn on that bathroom heater, I want those clothes mostly dried by morning so we can head back home."

"Got it boss," Samuel said, as his chin shivered.

Jediah took a moment to kneel at the foot of the bed, and bow his head. Then pulling his towels around him, he curled under the blankets and tried to shut his eyes, forcing himself to sleep as he body tried to warm up.

Samuel soon followed his friend, praying and pulling as many blankets and pillows to form around the bulk of his body. The bed frame shook as he finally curled into a ball, and started to warm up enough so his head filled with cobwebs, just as Jediah started snoring loudly.

Past:

Falling asleep with your cock deep in a woman you love is wonderful. Feeling it plop out as she rises to head to the toilet in the middle of the night, is not. But she soon returned and snuggled against my side, tucked between me and Carmen's warm body. Kelly turned in her sleep, and curled against my other side, and I happily slumbered for a few hours more. The warm flesh of my lovers making heavy covers unnecessary, just a light sheet to keep our warmth in, made for a wonderful restful sleep. 

In a couple of hours, the bed started to shift again. I heard more than felt Lexi slip from the sheets and pad to her closet to put on some running clothes, then return to tug Carmen from the bed.

"Come running, with me, car-car," Lexi said is a soft sing-song whisper. 

"Unnh, only because I like to watch your ass move in front of me," Carmen hissed and slipped out to dress. 

They both slipped from the room and up the stairs without waking Aly or Kelly. I shifted slightly and turned towards Kelly to snuggle into her warm mane of hair, while Aly turned with me and her breath warm on my neck and ear. We slept for another hour before the two runners returned, much louder now they had been awake, though they shushed themselves as they stripped and headed to the shower.

"Mmm... " Kelly said as she felt my hand slide along her side, then cup one of her warm breasts, turning slightly to me, she kissed me, "Good morning, Lover." 

Her eyes blinked and smiled at me, then shifted to smile at Alyssa who yawned slightly before leaning to kiss her blonde lover. Kelly purred as the kiss, and cooed, "and to you too lover."

Kelly curled closer into me, her eyes content, then as her thoughts caught up to her, her eyes clouded a bit. "Did you two have any weird dreams?" she asked yawning, then turning to sit up at the edge of the bed as her stream of thoughts kept her talking, "I need to talk with my mother today, about so many things."

Alyssa stretched and reached her hand down my pelvis to cup and fondle my penis, leaning to my ear, "Thank you for saving some, love," then sitting up and combing her hair back into a bun, she yawned, "I did have an odd dream, a rain storm, burning cars and a metal briefcase."

"My parent's crash again," I mumbled, scooting down and sitting at the foot of the bed, Alyssa's gentle fondle reminding me of my full bladder, "Weird, that suitcase might be near the crash site. I can show you where it's at," I mused as I stood up and headed to the bathroom.

"Watch out, naked man coming through," Carmen quipped to Lexi as I passed her at the doorway.

"I've gotta pee," I said sliding past Carmen's shower warmed flesh, and right into the warm press of Lexi's lithe frame.

"Oh, I'll help, Master!" Lexi said, grabbing my morning wood, and softly tugging me to the toilet.

"I'll make you clean the whole bathroom with a toothbrush, if you mis-aim," I scolded Lexi with a smile. 

"This is my first time," Lexi said, standing beside me, and trying to line up my more stiffer than normal penis with the opening as she lifted the seat up, "okay, Master, fire away."

"Ohhh," she said in a small shocked voice as she felt the urine pour down my shaft, and then splash into the basin, her aim was good enough to get the stream inside the bowl, then adjusted to hit the pool of water as I leaned back with my hands on my hips and sighed relief.

Her small hand kept a steady aim until the stream stopped, and then a few more pulses as I worked my kegel muscles to drain my bladder. She stroked my shaft a few times, then lowered her head and sucked on the crown of my cock, her tongue lapping at the slit and cleaning the head. She seemed to enjoy the task, even if it might have made me a bit uncomfortable.

She licked her lips, then kissed my cheek. "Good job, Master, now don't forget to lower the seat!" and skipped back into her closet to dress. 

I lowered the seat and the lid and flushed, then went to the sink and started brushing my teeth. Aly slipped in and lifted the lid and sat on the toilet seat, and then looked at me and started to pee. 

"I hope you don't mind, I didn't feel like I can make it upstairs," she said shyly.

I looked down at her, her breasts always a lovely sight, "I'm not complaining," I smiled and continued to brush my teeth.

She finished, then stood up beside me, and grabbed her toothbrush, and spreading the paste started brushing her teeth beside me.

"Look out!" blurted Kelly as she burst inside the small bathroom, and knelt at the toilet still filling after Aly's flush. Kelly's body convulsed as she retched and puked a small amount, hanging her head over the bowl. Aly stuck her toothbrush in the side of her mouth, and combed Kelly's hair back away from the rim.

"You poor thing," Aly said, then helped Kelly stand when the nausea passed. 

"Only a couple more months of this morning sickness," Kelly said, trying to smile bravely, "Pass me my toothbrush, J, I don't like the taste all that well.

I spread some toothpaste on her brush and passed it to her, then the three of us finished brushing our teeth and rinsing. Then looked at each other and the girls giggled and I chuckled lowly. 

"I think we'll need a bigger bathroom." I said.

"Already in the works, Daddy to be, We should see the drawings the architect did in a couple of days." Kelly said and sashayed to her closet.

I looked at Alyssa, and then closed my eyes, it just seemed like the list of things to do only grew bigger. Alyssa hugged me, sensing my stress. "Don't worry, darling, we're all working our parts."

She kissed me, and looked me in the eyes, then I waved my hand, letting her exit the bathroom first. I left and scanned the room, watching Alyssa's behind vanish into her closet, as I smiled at Carmen and Lexi pulling the sheets off the bed. 

"Time to refresh these linens," Carmen said, as I walked past into my closet. "I'll start this load, then get breakfast ready for everyone."

"I'll help her out, Master," Lexi said, coming and pressing her head to my chest, wrapping her arms around me then looking up, "Don't you worry, we'll take good care of you, good care of all of us."

I dressed in comfortable shorts and a t-shirt, lacing on my sneakers. It was supposed to be a nice sunny summer day, and I was ready to get out of the house. For all the wonderful things that happened inside, the outside was calling. I was relieved that the girls were all independently doing what needed to be done.

Kelly was working on the B&B and talking with her mother. I was considering hiring a separate contractor to manage the job, since there seemed to be so many things that would be occupying my times. I reminded myself to mention it to Kelly over breakfast.  

Alyssa had done a great job looking through my father's things, and I was sure she'd want to see through the financial tracking I wanted to ask my uncle about, I wondered if she might be able to go down there without me, as much as I loved my uncle, the last few times, there just seemed to be too much "news" being revealed.




The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 05



Carmen had the routine of the house down, meals and laundry. She just seemed to want to pitch in there, I wondered if she knew anything about planning trips. At the very least I could enlist her to help plan for the food we'd need on our vacation. Should we really get an RV, or travel using hotels?

Lexi always seemed to be a surprise, adept at many things. I chuckled to myself, remembering how well she helped me urinate earlier. If I left her to her own devices, she'd gladly help anyone, or suggest something to me that I'd forgotten. It was just her nature to be of service to the ones she loved.

I smiled as I remembered Alyssa's words. Though the tasks seemed endless, my lovers all seemed well prepared for the task. Whistling a bit, and in a grand mood, I walked up the steps and joined the girls for Carmen's breakfast.

I settled into my chair, then Carmen came and slid a plate full of eggs, sausage and tortillas in front of me, and kissed me on the cheek, "There you go Papi, eat up there is salsa and cheese in the middle."

And sure enough there was. Suddenly very hungry, I started making a breakfast burrito from the ingredients Carmen prepared. 

As I was about to take my first bite, Alyssa spoke up, "I think I'll go talk to Uncle Tommy today, and trade the bank records we have for some more information, maybe together we can get a name from where all this money came from."

"Okay," I said shortly before filling my mouth with the warm soft tortilla and the creamy eggs.

"I'm going to talk to my mother," Kelly said, "if we're all going to be going on a trip to Montana, she can find me a good contractor to manage the project, while we're gone." 

I nodded, and tried to chew faster to talk back to her, but she interrupted, "I'll stay quiet on the baby talk, for now, but maybe we can have my parents over for dinner tonight?" 

Kelly looked up at Carmen, who nodded, "Sure, I can have a nice spread on the table by... say 7?"

Kelly nodded, "That would be perfect, thank you Carmen." Then turning back to me, "I know it will be a bit stressful, but we need to get this relationship on a firm footing. Bringing my parents in is scary, but it's the right thing to do."

Again, I nodded, having taken another bite, and chewing. Seeing I was unable to talk, Kelly kissed me on the cheek, "I know you agree, love, and Aly and I already have a plan, all you have to do is just follow along."

"I'll tell you more, later," Aly said kissing my full cheek, "I've got to get down to Tommy's."

"I've got this whole house to clean," Carmen said putting away the condiments and the other's plates, "You two will have to scoot, I have too much work to do to be dilly dallying. Good thing we finally went shopping." And she faded into the kitchen carrying a load of dishes.

I was left holding half a burrito and chewing, while Lexi watched me with a big grin, her arms around her knees and her feet on the chair next to your bottom.

"Can you show me the place where the crash happened?" Lexi asked, after I was able to speak again.

"Um, yeah," I replied, "If Alyssa left me her car,"

"She did," Lexi said, rising and heading downstairs, "I told her we'd need it. I'll meet you there, I have to grab my gear."

Suddenly I was all alone at the table. I put in the last bite of food, and stood up. Carmen came back in and handed me Alyssa's car keys, "Here you go Papi, now scoot!" she commanded as she kissed me on the cheek.

I blinked and turned in a circle. I felt confused, but also satisfied. What had just happened? All of the women in my life were amazing, they knew exactly what I wanted before I spoke a word. They were taking care of me, and in turn taking care of themselves. I whistled again as I went out to Alyssa's car, popping the trunk for Lexi's stuff. I just felt she needed it opened, then slipped in the driving seat. A few moments later, Lexi plopped a duffle bag almost as big as herself into the trunk, sealed it, and then strapped herself into the passenger seat.

"Okay, Master," she smiled, "Let's vamoose!"

I thought for a moment, then backed out Aly's car, then put it in gear and headed towards the hills. The drive wasn't far, but it wasn't close either. I couldn't help think of the night that Uncle Thomas stopped by, his shirt soaked from the rain as he came and knocked on my door. Telling me I needed to grab a jacket and come with him. 

I shook my head, and then looked over at Lexi, "It'll take about 45 minutes to drive there."

Lexi smiled and curled her legs up into the seat beside her then leaned against my shoulder, "Then I'll be one spoiled girl by the end of the day,"

"What about your parents, can you tell me about them?" I asked, partly so I didn't have to think about mine until we got there.

"I never knew my parents, Master," Lexi said, "I spent my life before college moving between foster homes."

"Alyssa is much the same," I said, trying to coax Lexi to tell me more about herself, but she was comfortable and I think sensing my curiosity was glad to open up.

"Well, none of my fosters ever were parents, more like caretakers. They took care of me, and loved me, I guess. In the only way they could. I was always surrounded by four or more other kids, and I learned that I could pretty much do what I liked if I did my chores, and didn't start any drama."

I listened, moving my hand to her thigh, enjoying the warmth of her flesh, and just listened to her story, I wanted to know all about Alexis, "Go on, little one, please tell me more about you."

Lexi smiled over at me, "I love when you call me that name, Master. It makes me feel safe and protected by you." She leaned over and kissed my cheek, then continued her story.

"I really loved doing active things, as a kid. A lot of my foster siblings were boys, and I pretty much always played the games they played. We ran, we built things, climbed trees, bridged streams. We fought, we laughed, we played war. For all the loneliness of growing up in the foster system, playing with the other kids was always a happy place."

"When I started middle school, I got into running. I liked long distances, and my foster Dad used to run with me, then I started to out distance him. He wanted me to be able to defend myself properly should I run into trouble on the roads. So he enrolled me in Basic Self Defense courses at a local dojo."

"So you are a karate kid?" I asked with a smile.

"Please, I'd put that bozo on the mat so quickly, he wouldn't be able to say, 'wax-on'" Kelly laughed. "Seriously, I don't like to boast in my skills, but I'm a black-belt in various forms of Taekwondo, I can take care of myself."

"Wow, I wouldn't have guessed it," I said with a low whistle.

"Well, I think that might help you understand our little scene yesterday," Lexi said quietly, then looked over at me, "I could sense your unease at the setup, but by the end, you seemed to get how much I enjoy it."

"Why, though," I asked, "Why if you are able to defend yourself, do you want to be ..." I couldn't complete the sentence before she started talking.

"It's not about winning a fight, Master. It's about surrendering." Lexi said curling into a tighter ball.

"My upbringing taught me how to serve, and that's why I'm a submissive." Lexi continued, "Athletics taught me that difficult things are achieved through pain, and exhaustion. It's not that I seek pain, it's that the pain... amplifies my pleasure. I ..." She silenced herself, then asked, "Have you ever played a rougher sport like football?"

"Yeah, middle school, and a little in high school." I confessed.

"What did it feel like, getting hit the first time," Lexi asked, "Not just shoved, but really hit hard."

"Well, it made me want to hit more, to get out there." I answered, "I learned it hurt less to seek the contact, to hit first. The pain I'd feel the next day, but in the moment, I felt... almost high?"

"YES!" Lexi said, "It's like that, I lean into the pain, I need it, it makes me feel... not numb."

"Normal sex doesn't feel good?" I asked, feeling like I was starting to understand.

"Oh, no! Normal sex feels wonderful, but it only lasts so long. By spreading out the pain, the pleasure arcs... the pleasure can last much longer." Lexi started, "Carmen just started showing me, I think she knows more about the details than I do, but it's like a runner's high, endorphins and stuff."

"Huh," I said as I got a little bit more of what made Lexi tick, "I suppose that makes some sense."

I put my non-steering hand around her and pulled her close, she rested her hand on my chest and pressed her cheek to my heart, and looked up at me.

"I never want to hurt you, Lexi" I said honestly.

"I know Master, even when you were with Carmen yesterday, I felt completely safe, and loved." Lexi said softly, turning and kissing my tee-shirt. "I'm much more complex than what meets the eye, but I know I fit with you, and all my loves."

"Aren't we all," I said and kissed the top of her red mane.

We stayed quiet for a while, as the miles passed. I flashed back a few times as we drove to that rainy night with my uncle, scared, then numb as the news and the scene of the cars in the ravine etched themselves into my memory. I slowed the car as we pulled over the bridge. The only markings of the event that robbed me of my parents a section of new concrete that took two months to complete. The years had almost worn the section so it matched the rest of the bridge. I pulled onto the wide shoulder on the far part of the bridge, and got out.

Lexi followed me, walking to the edge of the cliff as I pointed, "Both cars were there, my mother's was smashed under the first. The flames were dying when my uncle brought me here. It was clear that no one survived." I paused, and pushed on with what I knew, "The emergency people said they'd done what they could, the rain and the difficulty of the steep ravine limited the options of what more they could do. They told my uncle they'd keep me informed."

I hung my head and Lexi, hugged me tightly for a moment, then left me standing in my thoughts. She peered over the edge and looked back and forth, then with a nod, went back to the car. 

"Open the trunk, please, J." she said, coaxing me out of my thoughts and into the present.

"Why? What are you going to do?" I asked, curious.

"I'm going to get that silver suitcase from the dream," Lexi said as if explaining something I already should know.

"Wait, what? how?" I said as I watched the small girl yank out the large duffel, and head to the edge of the cliff.

"It won't be hard, it's just down under this near edge." Lexi said, "I saw it in the dream, it's a metal suitcase hidden under this overhang, it's invisible from either side."

"Huh?" I said, still scratching my head, "How do you know?"

"My dream!" Lexi explained, slowing her speech like I was a child, "I saw the big man slip, and knock down the little guy, the case flew out of his hands and landed above them."

"But they were looking for it down below," I said, as if discussing a shared dream was something normal people did all the time.

"Yeah," Lexi confessed, "I think the storm rain, and their collision had them scrambled, but I remember it hitting the bottom of this rock, and then bouncing inside this little cave."

By this time she had spread some ropes out, and was securing the ends to one of the columns of the bridge. Next, she put on a harness, and a helmet, then some gloves, and secured herself to the rope. She looked up at me from under the helmet her green eyes confident and calm.

"Just keep this rope under tension, and be ready to brace yourself," Lexi said, "If I slip you'll be holding most of my weight, so ... maybe stand on the far side of the rail, and lean back and just pay out the rope."

I must have looked shocked and worried, because she laughed lightly, "Don't worry, Master, I never fall, I'll be back in a few minutes."

With that she shifted her weight and was soon over the edge, and climbing down. I was caught between trying to watch her, and making sure I was braced if she should slip. I soon lost sight of her, but every once in awhile she would tug the rope twice prompting me to let out more slack. 

Soon the rope went limp, in what I hoped as a good way. For a few moments I started to wonder if she'd gotten stuck or lost. Had she hit her head, and was dangling unconscious swaying over the ravine? Then three rapid tugs, which I took to mean, "start hauling me back in!" and I started hand over handing, until I saw her small gloved hand grip the edge of the cliff face. I took a chance and left the rope to dangle, and went to grab her arm and lift her up from the chasm.

I hugged her to my chest, and she laughed at me, "Master, that was easy! You worry too much!"

She grabbed the metal briefcase she had lashed to her harness and gave it to me, as she started putting away her gear. For being hidden in rocks and exposed to the weather for four years, the thing didn't look too worn. It was aluminum, and the latch required a key. I tried the latch anyway, and confirmed that it was locked. I laid it in the trunk as Lexi tossed in her duffle bag of rock climbing magic. 

Dusting off her hands, Lexi looked up at me, "Check that off the list, Master! Let's go home."

I blinked as she headed back to the passenger side door, and walked to my side of the car, and slid in. Looking at my watch, we'd spent more time driving than it had taken Lexi to climb down and find the lost case. I shifted the car in gear and headed back home, wondering how the others were doing with their tasks.

Present - Kelly & Carmen

Kelly smiled as she pulled her car into the driveway. Her morning coffee meeting with her mother went better than she had hoped. They went over the drawings from the architect, and her mother thought her best contractor would be free to do the work.

"You don't think Jeremiah would mind if my Henry ran this," Betsy had said, looking at Kelly with interest.

"No Mom," Kelly had replied, "Jeremiah has so much on his plate, I think he'd be relieved to have someone else in charge of this."

"Great, I can get Henry going on the permits and things," Betsy said, sliding over a paper to Kelly, "Just have him sign this, and I'll pick it up at dinner tonight. I'm so excited to meet all your friends. And to see Lexi again, it's so nice she decided to follow you here, she is such a nice girl."

Kelly whistled a little tune as she slipped out of the car, still grinning at how happy her mother had seemed. Things between her parents had smoothed over, and they were going to be heading off on a romantic vacation, something they never did. 

"Hey, Kelly!" came a voice from behind her, and she turned not recognizing the voice.

"It's me, Jerry, J's friend." Jerry said, as he walked up, "I helped you move in."

"Oh yes!," Kelly said remembering, "What's up Jerry? ... Jerry, my eyes are up here."

Jerry blushed as he lifted his eyes from Kelly's chest, "Oh, um, sorry, I was wondering if Jeremiah needed any help - play a game, anything! I'm a bit bored with no school. No one is answering the phone, so I stopped by. It's so nice to see you again."

Jerry crowded a bit too close as Kelly turned and walked back up to the house, "Well he should be here, why don't you come in."

"J!!" Kelly called after she opened the door and let Jerry in, "are you here?..." then, "is ANYONE here!"

"J and Lexi left to run an errand," Carmen said, peeking out from the kitchen for a flash, "Aly is at his uncle's and I'm up to my ears in chores!" Carmen said before she swung back around into the kitchen area.

"Well there you go," Kelly told Jerry who was strangely occupying her space a bit too closely, "Ummm... you're welcome to wait for him here in the living room. Did you just sniff my hair?"

"No!" Jerry said and shifted awkwardly, "I uhm.. hey you want to wait with me?" Jerry stammered as she sat on the sofa, and left room for Kelly between the arm of the sofa and his cushion, "I'll probably be J's best man, and I guess Aly will have you be the maid of honor we can talk about the wedding plans."

"Oh," mumbled Kelly unsure of where to start, as she sat down absent mindedly, then finding her thought and turning to Jerry, "About that..."

She was silenced as Jerry leaned into her and kissed her awkwardly, and she was trapped between the edge of the sofa, and couldn't push him away. After a moment she swiveled her body and slipped away.

"You can't do that, Jerry!" Kelly said completely surprised, repulsed and ashamed, "I'm pregnant with J's child!"

Immediately she stopped talking and her eyes grew large, as she heard what had come out of her mouth. Carmen had slipped back into the room, and she froze as she had seen what happened, and heard what Kelly said.

"You need to leave," Carmen said striding angrily toward Jerry.

"You're what?" Jerry said, as he shrank from the fuming Latina, "Pregnant! Does Alyssa know?"

"Now!" Carmen said, grabbing him by the shirt and dragging him by the door, "Jeremiah will call you, don't come back," Carmen shoved him through the door, and closed the lock, turning around to look at Kelly.

"I don't know what I just said!?" Kelly exclaimed, wiping her mouth on the back of her hands. "Why the hell did he try to kiss me??"

Carmen stood with her hand on her hip, "You really don't get how alluring you are, do you?"

"I gave him no signs," Kelly said confused, "Nothing!"

"Nothing?" Carmen asked with a raised eyebrow, then she smiled, "You probably didn't, you're cute in that you don't see how sexy you are... Well, another thing we'll figure out."

"He was already jealous of Jeremiah and Alyssa," Kelly said, "He will be even more suspicious knowing J and I are together."

Hearing loud voices outside, the pair froze, then rushed to the door to see what was causing the ruckus.

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Author's Note: Sorry for the cliffhanger. *wink* There will be a bit longer time before the next chapter, holidays have cut into my writing time. Special thanks to mgenette for his editing help. Thank you for your patience, your votes and your comments.



The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 06



Author's Note: This is a story of fiction all characters are over 18. This chapter has a bit of everything, as the threads are starting to come together. Thank you for reading, commenting and voting.

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Present

Jeremiah sat in his chair behind his desk, thinking about his past, his father, and his heritage as he waited for Carmen to bring in Zac and Stacy. Alyssa sat on his desk in front of him, one leg crossed over her knee. 

Alyssa watched Jeremiah in his musing, "We don't know what happened, yet, love. It just might be a lovesick crush."

"It's not," Jeremiah said, then turned and lifted his eyes to Alyssa as she pushed her glasses up her nose, "You know it's not. But we knew this was going to happen at some point."

"You're right, of course," Alyssa said, then slipped to her feet and turned as Zac and Stacy were ushered into the room with Carmen behind them.

"Shut the door, Carmen," Jeremiah said, then turned to Zac and Stacy smiling, "Please have a seat, you two," 

Zac sat down in one chair, with a question in his eye, then looked over at Stacy, who pulled another chair closer to Zac's. She sat down, then leaned over and started kissing Zac's cheek again, like nothing was wrong. Zac looked at her a little confused and irritated.

"She does this often?" I asked him, having scanned Stacy and knowing she'd been modified, and really wasn't listening to anything, her entire focus on kissing Zac.

"No, Pop," Zac shrugged, "She hardly made eye contact with me before tonight. She's in my circle of friends, and when I asked her to come to this party she was a bit shy about coming. But she had red hair, like Carmen asked."

"Did she start kissing you first, or was it Beth?" I asked curiously. I scanned Zac as well, noticing that he was being truthful, felt a bit uncomfortable with Stacy's incessant kissing.

"Beth had no problem kissing me," Zac started, then shrugged in Stacy's direction, "but Stacy needed a bit more convincing, and then.. well... I guess she took to it quite well."

"Yes, I can see that," I said, and slowly started adjusting Stacy's moral curve, where it was alive with the magic of kissing, and pushed it slowly to the normal range, "Do you remember the moment when she started kissing you, what were you thinking about?"

Zac's started to answer, then paused as Stacy pulled back. We all watched as she brought her fingers to her lips, then scooted her chair slightly away from Zac's side. Her eyes widened as she saw where she was and who was around her.

"Oooh, Mr. Jackson! Ummm." Stacy began, and then flushed a bright red, "I'm not quite sure what came over me?" 

I nodded toward Carmen, and pushed a thought in her direction, Carmen nodded and came up, "Come back to the party with me, Stacy, have you had any of the Tres Leches cake? It's delicious."

Stacy flicked her eyes between me, Zac and Alyssa, who was watching her with interest, then walked out with Carmen. I looked over at Aly and took her hand.

"What do you think?" I asked her.

"Minor adjustment is all?" she asked and I nodded, "I don't expect any problems with limerence, I don't expect any long term attachment. She should be find in a couple of hours.

I nodded and looked back at Zac, "Isaac, I think it's time I told you about my family."

Past

As I parked Alyssa's car in front of the house, I saw Jerry fly out of the front door, and stumble into the grass. 

"Oh this can't be good," I said as I pulled on the emergency brake, and opened the door. 

Lexi had slipped out of the car, and gone to Jerry's side, asking him, "Hey, are you okay?"

"Who are you," Jerry looked at Lexi, then looked over and saw me getting out of the car.

"I'm Lexi," she said, trying to help him up, before he pushed her aside and stood up looking at me fiercely.

"Jeremiah!," Jerry spat out angrily, "What did you do to Kelly? Does Alyssa know what a lying sack of shit you are?"

I felt my anger well up inside me, as I watched him stalk towards me. Lexi sprawled out on the grass behind him. 

"Who does he think he is," I thought to myself, as I put together what might have happened. Somehow he had found out about Kelly's pregnancy. I instinctively scanned him, seeing his moral graph alight with his internal disgust at me.

Kelly was suddenly at the door, with Carmen looking over her shoulder as Jeremiah wound up and took a swing at me, casting himself off balance. I easily dodged the punch, then twisted around and caught his arm and locked it behind his back. 

"What the hell is going on?" came Alyssa's voice from a house down the block, she started running up to me. 

I pulled Jerry back into my chest, then steered him back towards the house, "I think it's time we had a talk, Jerry," I spat into his face, my anger simmering at my best friend's outburst.

I pushed him past Aly and Lexi, then Kelly and Carmen parted on either side of the door as I pressed him towards the sofa. I sat him down roughly on the sofa, then sat opposite of him, and looked him in the eyes. I scanned him, noticing where his moral graph was sparked with conflict, and waited.

"Jeremiah," gasped Alyssa, "what are you doing?"

The other three girls crowded behind me, watching Jerry, and I stare each other down. Jerry was angry, his fists were clenched. I could sense his anger, frustration, and fear. I didn't start adjusting him immediately, but I knew I had to. He knew too much, and I was frustrated with him being around, and I felt a little jealous that he was being protective of Alyssa and Kelly.

"Who are these two?" Jerry asked as he looked around surrounded by all of us, looking at Carmen and Lexi with his innocently lecherous look. 

He was socially inept, and his upbringing raised him as a nice guy. He was also a male that enjoyed looking at girls and had a slightly higher section of his moral graph that prefered pornography. I could sense the conflict within him from the pornographic fantasies he had that didn't really sit well with morals he learned growing up in his family. The conflict sparked as he examined the four females that stood behind me. I couldn't read his thoughts as his eyes examined them then he looked back at me. 

"Ah... " I thought aloud, as I felt his anger burn in his glare. 

I could sense his projection, as he directed his anger and frustration from his pornographic fantasy mismatch with a healthy male-female relationship to me. He was angry at himself for something, but what was it?

"What did you do, Jerry?" I asked calmly.

"Shouldn't you be asking yourself, you sick fuck?" Jerry seethed, "Are you getting all these girls pregnant?" He asked as he shot a glance at Alyssa who was watching nonplussed, "Did you know he was fucking Kelly, Aly?"

"He kissed me, J..." Kelly said quietly, "I was just sitting down with him to wait for you, when he kissed me, out of the blue."

"Is that true, Jerry?" I asked, my eyes focused only on him. 

I felt a sense of calm wash over me, feeling Alyssa's mind try to sooth me, I projected a thought towards her. I showed her I'd have to modify him, resolve his conflict and reduce the anger he was projecting towards me. I felt her acceptance, if not permission, and I pushed my changes into Jerry's will.

His eyes calmed as I lowered his fanatic obsession with pornography. I molded his moral curve to be more open to alternative lifestyles for other people, while firming up his resolve to find the right woman for him. His curve shaped into a more normal mode, the conflict between his porn obsession and a good normal relationship for himself. He blinked, then exhaled in a soft calm manner.

"Oh, I get it now," Jerry said softly dropping his eyes to the ground, then lifting it up to focus on me, "I didn't know..."

"I never told you, Jerry," I said, "I was trying to figure out how to tell you, but didn't know how to tell you, that I love four different women, and they love me."

Jerry looked around as all four of the women, leaned in and hugged me. They acted partially on an image I sent, as well as their own wills. They were mostly the same with us, everything tangled and knotted together. We were happy with the situation, and that's what I wanted to present to Jerry.

"Well, it's a bit hard to believe," Jerry smiled, "Since I know how messed up you are..." He smiled at each of the girls, "You do know what you're getting yourselves into, I hope."

"We do, Jerry," Kelly smiled, a bit amazed at how quickly the mood had shifted, "I am glad you understand, and hope you and Jerry can still be friends."

"Pft... Of course, " Jerry said, "Jeremiah your secret is safe with me."

The mood lifted, and we all relaxed a bit. The tension had started out thick but my adjustments had solved Jerry's internal conflict. We started talking about normal things, even forgetting about Kelly's pregnancy and my evaporated engagement to Alyssa. He asked about the house, and the project that we'd talked about when he came over to help move things. He was relaxed and seemed totally accepting and normal. I scanned him just the same and was relieved to see no conflicts lighting up his thoughts and emotions.

"I'm sorry y'all, I need to get back to the kitchen." Carmen said, "Lexi, I could use your help."

Lexi nodded, and handed me the metal briefcase before following after Carmen.

"I should go," Jerry said, "You guys have a lot on your plate. I'm willing to help with anything you need."

"Thanks Jerry," I said, "I know I can count on you. I will call you later."

Kelly got up to show Jerry to the door, then slipped into her office to check her email. I sat down with the briefcase in my hand, and fingered the locks.

"What is that?" Alyssa asked.

"Lexi it found it," I answered, "from the car wreck, she knew where it had fallen."

"From the dream?" Alyssa asked, "That's weird. That we are all dreaming the same thing is weird, but you knew that already."

"Yeah," I said, my thoughts drifting, "It's weird, but it also is showing us things. Things we need to do, this briefcase, Montana, it all must be connected."

"Yeah, about Montana," Alyssa said, "Have you ever heard of the United Priesthood?"

"Oh stay away from the UP," Kelly said as she returned to the room.

"You know about this priesthood?" I asked, "I'd never heard of them before."

"They are like rebel mormons. Real freaks, into polygamy..." Kelly said, then winced, "Well the really bad kind with child brides, and female subjugation. You know, you've seen the types on the news, a big compound with lots of girls in long dresses, and older men in suits and ties."

"How do you know about them?" Alyssa asked sitting on one side of me, and taking the briefcase from my hands.

"My grandmother escaped that cult many years ago," Kelly said with a shrug. "So I've heard stories all my life. Part of why this talk with my mother is making me nervous. She has been raised to hate the polygamy they see as an act of faith."

I groaned a bit inwardly, "That's good to know beforehand, so we know what we're dealing with."

"Did you change, Jerry?" Kelly asked.

"Yeah, I did," I nodded, "He had a real conflict that wasn't just affecting how he felt about us, but how he saw all women."

"But you made him accept our whole relationship, all five of us?" Kelly said firmly, looking at me, "You can do the same with my parents, you think?"

"Yes," Alyssa agreed, "I think that's the path we need to take for now."

"I know," I sighed reluctantly, "I hesitate to do it, especially since it is such a conflict with your mother's moral makeup, it might have further ripples for her. Is your grandmother alive?"

Kelly shook her head, "No, she died a few years ago." She was quiet a moment, then said, "My mother has softened up a lot since Nana passed. She used to be much more strict. One of the reasons I left the state for college was to get away from her strict rules."

We all were quiet for a moment, as Alyssa put the briefcase on the coffee table, and tried to open it.

"It's locked," I said, "Lexi tried to jimmy it open in the car, on the way back."

"Jeremiah," Kelly asked softly, "There is another thing I'm worried about. I think it has something to do with this Priesthood thing."

"Oh," I asked, "What is it."

"Well the UP is a religious cult, but they are also into organized crime, so the stories go." Kelly started, "They run prostitution rings, trafficking young college girls into their houses in Nevada. It's always the non-UP girls that they use, their own are too "pure blood" to be used for business."

"That must be what my father was fighting against," I theorized, "Going to college towns and helping women's shelters."

"Well, I think my friend Jenn," Kelly started then went quiet before closing her eyes, "I think she's gotten involved."

I put my arm around her and comforted her, kissing the top of her head, "How do you know?"

"Her emails," Kelly said, "Since we left, she's been emailing me more often. We sort of patched things up after Lexi and I practically raped her. But she's apparently much more promiscuous. She has a boyfriend, she calls him M, and she's dropping out of school after summer term, and moving to Nevada."

"Lots of people drop out of school," Alyssa allowed, "especially after meeting a boy. Two of them are making dinner right now."

I cringed a bit inside, but looked up at Kelly as she spoke, "I know, Aly, but this is different. Jenn was passionate about school, she was constantly studying and wanting to become a doctor. It's so out of character for her."

Aly thought for a moment, then asked, "Is it out of character for you to switch schools? For Carmen or Lexi?"

"Yeah," Kelly allowed, "That wouldn't have entered our thoughts two months ago,"

"Then we need to look into that," Aly said, "If this M guy is from the UP, he might have similar influence as Jeremiah... only without any restraint."

"I think I need some air," I said rising from the sofa, looking down as the pair looked up at me.

"What's the matter, J, love," Aly asked with concern.

"Don't you see it," I asked, "I'm as messed up as the M guy. Not only have I altered you four, now I'm altering my friends, your parents..." 

I sighed hard, and walked to the door, letting my words stay behind him as my mind teemed with the conflict I'd created. I walked down the block to the park, as I thought about this new information about the UP. Apparently, my power might be part of how they work. Was I any different from them. When I was older, would I be modifying a young girl to marry me, all with her parents permission. I began to see how my powers could be used for more evil purposes. Could I say that mine were all righteous, while permitting myself to make my life easier by having people accept my will. 

I walked to the playground, and sunk into a swing. I slowly swung and kicked my feet as I fought with my thoughts, trying to find out how to make the best use of my powers for good. I barely noticed Kelly and Aly slip into the swings beside mine. I was fine with them following me, but wanted to be with just my thoughts for a while longer. They sensed my need for solitude and just remained quietly near by.

"I need your help," I finally said, "I don't want to become a monster."

"You're not a monster, J." Aly started.

"I know, Aly," I interrupted, "But the road is there before me, Aly. I have a choice, I can do what my father did, or I can follow the dark side. ... I've got a bad feeling about this."

I smiled, making the Star Wars pun signaled Aly that I was okay, and she smiled, "Jeremiah, I know you're heart, love, " then talking like Yoda, "With you I am, and help you I will."

"You're both crazy," Kelly laughed, then kicked out of her swing and hugged me. "Jeremiah, I love you, and if you don't want to adjust my parents, then don't. We can make this work, and help them understand. They are reasonable people, and they love me. I don't want to worry you by forcing you to use your powers."

I looked at her and smiled, "Kelly, We'll just have to see what happens. I love you too much to let your relationship with your parents suffer because of me." I looked over at Aly, "Aly will help me, and we'll figure it all out."

I thought to myself, "That's my new motto, 'we'll figure it out.'" as we walked back to the house together. 

"So this United Priesthood," Alyssa said, "Tommy tracked a lot of the shell corporations from your father's accounts back to the UP, guess where they are located?"

"Pinebluff," I said, knowing before she told me, "I take it that is the destination of our vacation? Since the bank is there. Do you have any names of people or just the Priesthood?"

"I need to go to the Library," Aly said, "Search through the archives and news reports. I seem to remember some new stories from that part a few years ago involving the polygamy sect, might be connected, might not."

We came back in the room, and Lexi and Carmen were sitting on the couch. Carmen was focused on the latches of the briefcase, while Lexi noticed us returning.

"Carmen says she can pick any lock," Lexi said, "she's trying to bust the lock open."

I slid down next to Carmen, as he fingers worked some professional looking tools. 

"You continue to amaze me Carmen," I said watching.

"Oh, Papi, you pick things up living in my world," Carmen laughed as she twisted a tool and the left side latch popped open, soon followed by the right latch, "I could probably hot-wire us a nice RV, but you'd probably better just buy us one with all your stacks of cash."

"Yeah," I laughed as I reached over and lifted the lid, "If I knew anything about cars or trucks or recreational vehicles, I'd go buy one today."

"Oh, I know what we want to get," Carmen said as she peeked inside the case, "Maybe you and I can go RV shopping tomorrow?"

"Deal!" I said, reaching in and lifting out a stack of folders, all holding yellowed photographic prints. I passed one to each of the girls, and looked through the folder I had kept for myself. 

The photos were of rather ornate plates, some pictures showed the full plates with little detail visible due to the large size of the plates. Others showed the details, it looked like a family tree, but it wasn't forked. Each name led to only one other name. The mother's name wasn't listed, only the father and the son. One photo in my stack had a name circled, "Isaiah" must have been my father, no name listed after his. I traced the line to the top of the page where another name was used as the heading. 

Yeqon 

"What does Yah-qwan mean to you, Aly?" I asked her as she was looking through her stack of images.

"Nothing, but I have some more names to check at the Library is seems," Aly said, "Mine is Baraqiel." Sounds weird.

"That sounds familiar," Kelly said, "I think my Nana used that name before, a temple name? Maybe? My mother might remember more."

"This is nuts," Carmen said, "Here is another name, Sam-yaza??"

"Mine says Pne.. I can't pronounce it," Lexi sighed. 

"What does all this mean?" Kelly asked.

"That's Penemue," Alyssa said quietly, "I know that name..."

Alyssa suddenly started gathering all the folders from us, and shoved them back in the briefcase. Closing the lid, then checking to make sure it was unlocked, reopening it. She closed it again, then stood up, "Can I have my key, J? I need to go to the library."

I handed her keys back to her, "What's the matter, Aly, you look like you've seen a ghost."

"Penemue is my family name," Aly explained, "Or was ... it was changed to Phillips by the state after I was declared a ward of the state in Washington. I only know it from legal documents that I keep."

She looked at me, then said, "Yeqon ... Jackson... Jeremiah... this is all connected. I need to research."




The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 06



"Okay, do you need me to come with you?" I asked.

"No stay here and help prepare for the dinner, I'll be back at 6." Alyssa said, then looked at the other three girls on the sofa, and concentrated for a moment. She blinked for a second then smiled at me as she slid out the door.

I looked at my watch, it was just after 3, "What do you need me to do, Carmen?" I asked as I looked back at the three girls who were looking back at me with wide eyes, almost simmering with a heat that seemed to come from nowhere.

"Well..." Carmen said with a smile, "Nothing left to do for an hour or so..."

I knew the look in her eyes, and I recognized that I needed a distraction, something to push the confusing thoughts that teemed through my mind. I felt her image come to me, as she slipped off the couch and onto her knees crawling towards me.

"You really are insatiable," I said as she knelt at my feet, her dark eyes blinking at mine as she looked up at me, her hand on my thigh.

I looked over and Lexi had scooted over next to Kelly, and had curled her fingers in Kelly's blonde mane, leaning into her and kissing her cheek. I couldn't help but be aroused as Kelly smiled looking more sexy than ever as she started kissing Lexi, her hand moving to Lexi's thigh and tracing along to her shorts.

I looked back down as I felt Carmen's hand massaging my awakening erection, I tried to think about what we were talking about just a few minutes earlier, but my thoughts had fled, like flipping a switch. The pair on the sofa were undressing each other, and Carmen had wormed a hand inside the leg of my shorts, while her other hand unbuttoned the waist and found the zipper.

I reached down and ran my hand through Carmen's dark locks, feeling the heat of her scalp as I gripped a handful of her hair, she looked up at me as she tugged my shorts down, releasing my cock. It bounced in front of her face as she licked her lips, I kicked off my shoes, and stepped from my shorts as her hands stroked my rigid shaft.

"Did I say you could use your hands," I questioned her as she withdrew her fingers.

She smiled and leaned her cheek into my cock, rubbing her cheeks against it's rigid length. Pulling her hands behind her back, she opened her lips and leaned her head back and enveloped my head causing me to moan loudly.

"Oh fuck, yes, Carmen, be a slut for my cock," I encouraged as she started sucking the crown.

She sunk her head down taking as much of my shaft into her mouth. I gripped the back of her head in both hands, and held her head in place, feeling her tongue snake around the shaft, then pressed my hips feeling my head press against the soft part at the opening to her throat. She gagged then swallowed, taking my crown into her gullet. I pulled back and then started to fuck her mouth with steady strokes.

I looked up as I enjoyed fucking Carmen's willing mouth. I saw Kelly lying back, her top was pulled up exposing her impressive chest, one hand mauling a breast as the other slid through the red mane of hair that was between her open thighs. Kelly's mouth was open as she whined and moaned to Lexi's talented mouth. Lexi was kneeling with her ass lifted, one small hand was rubbing on her cunt a she pushed a finger into Kelly's. Kelly's back arched, lifting her hips to meet Lexi's movements.

All other thoughts left my head, as I pushed Carmen's head away, crouching to look in her dark eyes, then kissing her deeply. I slowly lowered her backwards, her back arching as her hips swiveled. I looked at her, then lifted my chin towards where Lexi was kneeling. Carmen looked up, then back at me, licked her lips then scooted across the carpet on her back. She gripped Lexi's thigh and lifted one leg as her mouth lifted and found Lexi's cunt lips, licking and kissing around Lexi's working fingers. 

I sat back, then crawled forward, gripping Carmen's thighs and pushing them back as she started sucking and licking Lexi's cunt. I spread my knees on either side of Carmen's ass, and teased her leaking pussy lips with the spit slicked head of my cock. Feeling my head slip into her tight opening, I lifted my eyes to look at Kelly. Kelly locked her blue eyes on mine, as I thrust deeply into Carmen. That started a chain reaction of moans as Carmen arched her back and thrust her tongue deep into Lexi. Lexi ground her hips into Carmen's face, moving her hand to grab her smaller breast and squeeze it tightly, moaning into Kelly's cunt. Kelly lifted her hips as her hand gripped the back of Lexi's head and pulled her mouth into her quivering flesh. 

I started a hard rhythm of deep hard strokes that made Carmen's tits sway and twist. My hands held her thighs down as I hammered deeply into her, feeling her cunt muscles grip and ripple in her arousal. The muffled moans of Carmen and Lexi were drowned out by Kelly's moans and my own grunts. The hard slapping of my flesh into Carmen's added to the intoxicating beat, I drove us all forward, collecting our arousal and echoing back to the women locked in a train of sexual need.

I watched as Carmen lifted a well manicured finger to her mouth, sucking on it, before moving back to suck on Lexi's undulating cunt. Her finger pressed between Lexi's tight ass cheeks and rotated. Lexi grunted and thrust her ass back seeking the contact. Carmen pressed her finger and Lexi groaned in deep lust as Carmen's finger disappeared inside her ass. I lifted a hand and spanked Lexi's ass cheek hard, feeling the heat of her flesh as my own hand warmed from the sting. She groaned, then her whole body froze.

Suddenly we were all right on the edge, and as Lexi crested and her body released, trembling as her shriek of joy was muffled by Kelly's thighs locking around her ears. Carmen's hips lifted and I slammed home deep in her spasming cunt, her own juices spraying over my balls and groin. I felt my head swell, then the shaft started pumping my seed, sending jets of cum into her quaking womb.

I moved forward, sliding next to Lexi and kissing Kelly's thigh. Carmen slipped from between Lexi's thighs and slid along my chest, to nuzzle into me. Lexi turned and found Carmen, kissing her deeply in thanks. Kelly shifted and rested her head near mine, lying prone on the sofa. I turned and kissed her, enjoying the closeness as we quietly enjoyed the afterglow. Our eyes closing as our breathing slowed.

Distant Past

"Are you sure there was nothing left behind," said a deep voice on the far side of the pig strung up by it's hind quarters and hanging face down in front of the two men.

"Yeah, boss," said Jediah, "We searched the car really good, we got their identification, and anything they could be identified by."

"How about the vehicle VIN?" Came the boss's voice followed by the sound of the pig squealing as the body swayed away from the pair.

"The car was burning up boss," said Samuel, "Nothing we could do without attracting undo attention."

The pig silenced as suddenly there was a spray of red and then a grotesque gurgling noise as all the blood from the pig drained onto the floor. The pig's body convulsed a few times then hung limp swaying as a tall man walked to face the two men hands covered in the pig's blood.

"For your sakes I hope so," Deacon replied, "I don't want none of his facts making it to the light of day, we know he took photos in the temple. Keep an eye on his money, or his father's money."

Deacon took the time to wipe the blood from his hands on a clean rag that was soon soaked a crimson red.

"Where did we go wrong with the line of Yeqon? That has always been a troublesome family, but now it is no more. Isaiah left no heirs" Deacon said flatly, then lifted his eyes to Jediah, "That's right isn't it?"

"Yeah boss, his wife Samantha was barren, no heirs in that line," Jediah nodded, "Close the books on Yeqon."

Past:

I woke with a start, a vision of blood dripping from fingers still in my mind. As I stirred so did Carmen and she grabbed my wrist and looked at my watch. Cursing in spanish she crawled over and put back on her dress she'd discarded.

"Papi, you let me got to sleep?" Carmen said with a smile, "I've got things to do, salsa, guacamole! I don't have time to sleep!"

"Do you need any help?" I asked as I stood up and reached for my discarded shorts.

"Oh you've already helped enough," Carmen said kissing my cheek and fondling my balls, "I will have the strength to finish now."

As Carmen disappeared into the kitchen, I pulled my shorts back on and then sat next to Kelly on the sofa, slowly caressing her skin and combing through Lexi's amber curls. 

"Wake up you two, we need to get ready for the dinner party." I said softly as they slowly woke from their slumber.

Kelly's bright blue eyes blinked open as she stretched giving me a wonderful eyeful as her bare breasts jiggled softly, she blushed then pulled down her shirt.

"That was wonderful, though a bit impromptu," Kelly said quietly, "I love having sex with all of you, but weren't we thinking about some heavy stuff?"

"I'm gonna blame Carmen," said Lexi with a smile, "She is a nympho maniac, if she's got nothing planned, she'll figure a way to have sex."

I chuckled at that, and pulled my tee-shirt back down, as Kelly who seemed to almost glow adjusted her top and searched around for her panties that Lexi had pulled off. 

"I think the pink ones are yours," Lexi said holding two pair, and handing the pink ones to Kelly as she pulled her pair of green panties up her legs, then found her shorts and pulled them up too.

"It was a bit out of character," I confessed with a smile, "but I don't regret it a moment."

The door opened and Alyssa came back inside with an armful of books, "You can blame me," she said, piling the books on the coffee table next to the closed suitcase.

"Why you?" I asked, as I looked through the titles on the spines of the stack of books, "You left rather quickly."

"I did," Aly said with a grin, "and I pushed a command to all of you as I left."

"How?" I asked curiously, "I am the one with the powers."

"But you're not the only one," Alyssa said, "though passing them down through the feminine side of the line is rare."

She held up a book, Unholy Unions - the Nephilim through the ages, "This might have some clues for us to figure out, I knew the names we'd found sounded familiar."

"Nephilim?" I questioned, "Sounds like something medicinal."

"Fallen angels," Alyssa said, "It's a lot to take in, and I need to read some more. It's a lot of lore and myth to filter through. Basically the Nephilim were angels that mated with humans, and had offspring. It's in the bible actually."

"The bible," I said, "That's really odd."

"It's in Genesis, the story of Noah," Kelly piped in, "'the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair, and they took them wives...' or something like that." 

Kelly blushed a bit as we all looked at her, "What, did you expect Bible belt Barbie hadn't read the bible?" then giggled.

"Tres weird," Lexi said, "I'm going to help Carmen then get ready for the party. It'll be nice to see your folks again, Kelly.

"Well it is weird," Alyssa said, "Culturally we know the basic stories of the bible, but we forget that there are more stories from that time that aren't in the bible. From all different cultures, Hebrew/Jewish, Egyptian, Sumerian, all have ancient texts that date to the same time period as the old testament books."

I looked through the rest of the books in the stack, seeing words I didn't recognize, a few books on Mormonism and genealogy. I looked up at Alyssa, and fixed my eyes on her be-speckled blues.

"From this you've determined you have powers?" I said looking at her as her brow creased with thought.

She nodded silently, while I started pulling my shirt off my back and stood up.

"That seems a bit out of character for you, Professor," I pushed down my trousers and stood before her naked, "to accept so readily a supernatural cause." I paused waiting for her to answer.

"Can you tell me why you're naked, Jeremiah?" Alyssa asked with a smile.

Only then had I realized I'd stripped without knowing why, and I made a strong double-take back to Alyssa's eyes as I scrambled for my shorts.

"Fuck," I cursed, "How did you do that?"

"Fallen Angel Powers!" Alyssa smiled as she emphasized the word powers as she were announcing a Saturday morning cartoon.

"You're such a nerd," I said, as I finished redressing, "Any other lines that have strange powers?"

"Actually, yes," Alyssa said, looking over at Kelly, "Your grandmother's line, Baraqiel?"

"Well she changed it to Baron after she'd left the cult, I think." Kelly said and then grew pale, "What did you find out."

"The line of beauty and attraction," Alyssa said, "also associated with the line of Lilith, Adam's first wife, other cultures thought up the myth of the succubus that seems to be associated with Baraqiel."

"So what, I'm like a siren?" Kelly said, "A sex demon?"

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The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 07



Author's Note: Thank you for reading. With the expanded stories, I'm going to try to add some names with the time period sections. We're traveling back for more back story, and forward to other parts of the origin story. Let me know in the comments if it becomes confusing. Your votes and comments encourage me to continue the tale.

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Distant Past: Isaiah

Isaiah walked into the small classroom, waiting at the door until the teacher acknowledged him, and waved him forward. As he walked towards the teacher, his eyes scanned the room, seeing for the first time the faces he'd spend his last semester of high school with. He handed the hall pass to the teacher, then stood before him, half facing the room, and scanning the faces again.

"Welcome, Mr. Jackson," the teacher said while reading the pass, then looking up and address the quieted classroom. "Meet Isaiah Jackson, from Montana."

The chorus of hellos from the unknown faces was all too familiar. Isaiah had been the new student in six different school the four years he'd been in high school. He hoped this was the last awkward hello. He smiled at the blur of faces, and noticed his eyes were always drawn to the green eyes of a brunette sitting midway back in the center.

"You can sit there behind, Katherine, Isaiah." the teacher said indicating the empty desk behind the green eyed girl that had captured his vision.

"You can call me Katie," the young girl said as Isaiah passed her, and sat in the empty desk behind her.

"Good to meet you Katie," Isaiah said, "What are we studying?"

"Romeo and Juliet," Katie said catching his eye, then blushing as she turned back to the front of the class.

"Oh good," Isaiah said with a smile, "I studied this at my last school, I won't be behind like I usually am."

Katie smiled, then turned slightly, "I don't think you'd ever be far behind, Isaiah..." 

"This might be an interesting semester," Isaiah thought to himself, getting lost tracing a tendril of the brown tresses in the back of Katie's hair as it weaved through the braid along the back of her neck.

Isaiah also saw Katie in two more of his classes. In choir her section was across from him, so he often found himself distracted by her smile. In Science lab, the teacher paired Isaiah with Katie as a lab partner, reassigning her older partner to someone else. The teacher thought Katie would help Isaiah catch up with the rest of the class, as he had missed the first two weeks of the semester. They became fast friends.

Past: The Family 

"So, what, I'm like a siren?" Kelly said, "A sex demon?"

"Demon is such a misunderstood word," Alyssa sighed and sat next to Kelly on the sofa, "Angel means ,'messenger,' and a demon is an angel that chose to not follow God."

"What if I want to be a sex angel, instead of a demon?" Kelly asked with a grin.

Alyssa smiled and cupped Kelly's jaw, saying, "You can become whatever you want to be," before leaning and kissing her softly. 

I watched the pair start to deepen the kiss, and felt the ripples of sexual energy which radiated from Kelly. Alyssa had to push herself gently away. Her internal struggle was apparent as she licked her lips and looked deep in Kelly's eyes.

"Yes," Aly said softly, "Must remember to handle with care."

"I did that?" Kelly asked innocently breathing deeply with an exhale. 

I had a hard time concentrating on anything other than watching Kelly's beauty, and only the feeling of Aly pressing a thought of self-control was I able to back away. The sexual tension had ramped up with incredible speed, and I remembered the way the room had swayed to the four-way tryst right after Alyssa had gone to the library.

"Yes," Alyssa nodded, "From what I read, I think it's possible you have the power to stimulate sexual arousal."

"Really?" I asked sitting down on the opposite side of Kelly and listening to Alyssa.

"It explains so much," Alyssa continued, "From the initial meeting of you two, your power lowered her culturally learned self-control, and her innate ability was able to blossom. Lexi, Carmen, even you, were caught up in her innate, maybe supernatural, allure. Even I felt it at the hotel when we first met."

"I didn't realize I was doing anything," Kelly said, blushing, and I sensed some inner shame and guilt rise up along her moral curve.

"It is just who you are," Aly said, "You might be able to learn to control it, now that you know it exists," Alyssa paused to lift Kelly's chin, looking in her eyes with concern. "Think about it though, it explains Jerry's kiss too."

"Is it evil?" Kelly said, as she cycled through her religious upbringing, the lessons her parents and her church had taught her.

"Sexual attraction isn't evil," Alyssa said, "But it could be manipulated for evil. Just like Jeremiah's power, he could choose to use it selfishly, which would be evil-ish. I think the powers behind the United Priesthood use all of the powers in their 'angelic lineages' in a corrupt way."

"Why do you suddenly believe in angels," I asked Aly, "That is so different than your normal empirical method."

"I don't believe in angels," Alyssa argued, "It's the only term I could think of to explain these powers we've all empirically test. We've all explored our abilities in different ways, at different times. I can't explain it scientifically, but I can't disprove it either. Something in our genetic makeup perhaps, but I don't know enough."

"So you think these lineages charts are the real deal?" I asked, disbelievingly, "That we've descended from fallen angels?"

"I think fallen angels are what ancient people thought was the best way to explain something that to them was supernatural." Alyssa said pushing up her glasses, "Normal humans didn't have these powers, and only a certain number of people did. They'd have to make up a story that made sense from their experience. They knew nothing of genes, or DNA, or anything we've discovered in the last 100 years."

"Fascinating," came a sarcastic voice from the direction of the kitchen. "How is all of this going to get the table set for dinner?" asked Carmen with a wink.

"I guess we'll have to take this up later," Alyssa said standing up and heading to the dining room. 

Kelly and I followed and in a about a half an hour the table was set the best it could be given the state of our cupboard. A mishmash of dishes I'd collected, some flowers that Lexi had gathered from the garden in the back. Kelly added a table cloth from her things, and the table was ready.

"I still smell like sex," Kelly said, as she arranged the chairs, "I need a shower"

"So do I!" said Lexi, "sex and rock climbing isn't a good scent."

"Me too," Carmen said, "fajita flavored sex is an acquired taste."

"You three take the downstairs shower," Alyssa said, "And no monkey business, or at least not too much."

The three girls giggled and headed downstairs, while Alyssa looked after them with a flash of concentration across her brow. Then she looked at me and took my hand, and headed to the upstairs shower.

"What did you tell them to do?" I asked.

"Oh, you caught that?" Alyssa said, "Just to get clean, and a reminder to Kelly to keep the sex angel tuned down."

"What is up with that?" I asked, "When did you start using that power."

"Before I really understood what it was," Alyssa confessed, "I just started realizing I could influence each of you. At first I thought it was your connection that I was able to tap into, but I was wrong."

"So what can you do," I asked as we entered the upstairs shower room, turning on the water, "and we'd better shower quick, we only have so much hot water."

"Well according to that one source," Alyssa said, "The Peneume lineage have the ability to influence thought, a higher power of suggestion. A mild form of mind control. It's not like a puppet thing, people seem to react according to their own wills. The nearest comparison is hypnotic suggestion, but I don't require the subject to be in a trance."

Alyssa had stripped and slipped inside the shower, and I followed, and started scrubbing her back, her flesh felt so wonderful under my fingers, as I leaned and kissed behind her ear.

"You can't force them to do something against their wills?" I asked, and turned her around so the water soaked into her hair. Her breasts and nipples brushing against my chest.

"No, that's where my powers are limited," Alyssa said, her blue eyes lifting to mine, "You have the ability to change wills. Together our powers are a bit overwhelming to conceptualize"

"I can see why they called people like us demons," I said, "Without care, we could cause some serious damage."

We both got quiet as she started soaping my chest, and I poured shampoo in her hair. We concentrated on cleaning each other while we thought our own thoughts for a few moments. We enjoyed small touches, and a bit of arousal, but the thoughts in both our heads had us distracted from the pleasures of the flesh.

"So..." Alyssa said as we started rinsing the last of the soap, "Kelly's parents. I think we can just start a discussion about her mother's background, and her grandmother's past. That should light up her moral curve with thoughts of polygamy."

"Yeah," I nodded, "then I can shift her to be more accepting, much like Jerry. Then mirror those onto Bob."

"Kelly's pregnancy might need something more," Alyssa said, "You'll have to think quickly."

"As a backup," I said, then quieted.

"What Jeremiah?" Alyssa said, turning off the water, then looking up at me.

"Well, do you think you can influence them," I said with some trepidation, "If the discussion goes in a wrong direction."

"Oh," Alyssa said, then covered her mouth, as she thought about what I was suggesting, then lifted her eyes to look back up at me, "Yeah, I think I could."

"I don't want you to," I said, "If it makes you uncomfortable."

"It's not that I'm uncomfortable using my power of suggestion," Alyssa explained, "I'm not sure I can influence people I don't have a connection to. With my sisters, it's easy we've been entangled together..." Her thoughts drifted as she thought about it more, then resolutely she said, "We have to do this, Jeremiah. This is key to all of our plans, we need Bob and Betsy on our side."

I nodded slowly, knowing what she said was true. We toweled off and got dressed in clothes for dinner. The three girls were buzzing with nervous energy as we came back downstairs. We all hugged, and then sat on the sofa. Alyssa put away the books, and papers. Then the doorbell rang, and Kelly rushed to the door, opening it up and hugging her mother.

"So glad you're here!" Kelly said excitedly, "Come in and meet everyone!"

As the girls and I exchanged hugs with Kelly's parents, I took a moment to assess Betsy. Kelly's mother shared the same genetic lineage as her daughter and her mother. She was a remarkably beautiful woman. She didn't seem to be the mother of a twenty year old. Her dress and demeanor was of a confident woman whose sexuality was as much a part of her as breathing. I could start to see where Alyssa's theory might have some bearing.

Carmen made a show out of bringing out platters of tortillas, braised meats, vegetables and sauces. The aroma was amazing, and everyone was soon putting their plates together and eating the delicious meal. I waited and scanned Kelly's parents, if the discussion started to change into more tenuous grounds, I wanted to understand how they felt when they were relaxed and happy. 

Finally as the meal started to wind down, Alyssa started the conversation.

"Kelly was telling us about her grandmother," Aly said with a smile, "It seems we come from the same part of Montana."

"Oh dear," Betsy smiled, "I hope it wasn't the same part as my mother."

Her curve was suddenly alight with friction and conflict. I monitored as Alyssa led the conversation, and tried to find the right places to massage her curve and allow her to accept our relationship. I was also scanning Bob and noticing that his curve had similar conflicts as his wife's anger and shame. Except Bob had other things affecting his attitude, I thought he would be more accepting, his idea of male leadership in a relationship seemed to be an opening I could use.

"I'm afraid it probably was," Alyssa said, "I was removed from my family before I was four and made a ward of the state. I was always curious about what that culture was like to live in."

"Well, I never lived in it," Betsy said, her face a bit flush, either from the meal, the margaritas Carmen had crafted or both, "But momma shared many stories of the group that ran her compound. Some pretty fantastical to tell the truth."

"Oh, like how?" Alyssa said, "I'm studying some genealogy to get a better understanding of my heritage, it's hard to piece together as an orphan."

"You don't want any part of that heritage," Betsy said harshly, "You couldn't imagine the conditions in which they kept the women. Women your age were too old to be of any use to the lecherous older leaders. The lucky ones were wet-nurses for the poor young mothers, while the unlucky were basically used as slave labor. Everything from hauling lumber, to mining. The men did little work, and the older men would prey on the younger daughters. They would use a 'word of God' to steal younger girls away from the family, and basically rap..."

The table quieted as Betsy stammered in her anger, "You know what, this is not a good topic for around a table." Betsy composed herself and smiled at Carmen, "This was a really special meal, Carmen, thank you."

"Maybe we can talk more in the living room," I asked and excused myself, standing up, "Kelly and I have some news to share."

I thought I had the composition of her conflict well mapped, and as we moved to the living room, the five of us sitting on the sofas, while Bob sat on the loveseat, and Betsy squeezed closely against him. Bob looked at me with a steady gaze, and I thought it was best just to tell the truth, and move things from there.

"First, I need to apologize to both of you," I started, and placed my hand on Kelly's thigh, "I wasn't completely candid when we met the last time, I didn't meet your daughter on the internet researching bed and breakfasts.

On my other side, Alyssa quietly slipped her arm behind mine, and softly held my elbow as I spoke, her unspoken confidence helped me with what I had to say. For the first time I was going to try to explain everything that had happened between me and the women I loved. It was high stakes, but with Kelly on one side of me, and Alyssa on the other I felt confident.

"Oh? How did you meet?" asked Betsy slightly taken aback by my confession.

"We met at her dorm," I said, "I was visiting with my team from ROTC, and saw her crying in the courtyard. I tried to comfort her, and we found we had a connection."

"It was so instantaneous, Mom," Kelly added, squeezing my hand, "I know you raised me to be chaste until I was married, but..."

She trailed off, and Betsy's face turned pale as Bob's turned bright red. As their shock and anger started to take hold, I pushed and adjusted their curves. Their conflict over their love of their only daughter and what they raised her to become was a rather simple change. Love is a powerful emotion, and pushing down their self-imposed structural morals was the easy choice to change. The color in both their faces eased, and they exhaled a sigh as my changes took hold.

"So what are you telling me?" Betsy asked.

"I'm pregnant," Kelly said and squeezed my hand and smiled at me.

Betsy took a moment to digest this revelation. To her credit she didn't get angry, nor was she upset with that bit of news. Her eyes darted to mine, and I nodded. Then her gaze shifted to Alyssa and then down to where Alyssa's ringless hand was curled around my arm, resting in the crook of my elbow. Then her gaze reversed to Alyssa's eyes, then to mine. Her eyes squinted slightly, then back to her daughter's where they opened as she took in all the unspoken clues.

"It's Jeremiah's?" she said, more statement than a question, "Alyssa knows and is okay with it?"

I could feel it as her thoughts tumbled through her moral structures like a runaway train, her curve was sparking in many areas. Bob was struck dumb, and kept looking at me, then back at Kelly. The kicker for him, was seeing Kelly's smile, that was so radiant in that moment. His daughter was happy, and he was comfortable with anything that made her happy. All the conflict that was teeming in his wife's mind was inconsequential to him. Betsy was a mess, but she at least understood more truly the ramifications of the puzzle she was putting together in her thoughts.

"And, Carmen, ... Lexi?" Betsy asked in a soft question her eyes drifting to the other two women I loved as she watched them, holding hands, obviously a part of the relationship as it was plainly revealed to Betsy what we five represented.

"Oh Kelly," Betsy finally said, "Are you sure? Is this what you want? Baby? Polyga... This ... family?" Her voice asking a question within a question, as if family wasn't the right word for our fivesome.

Kelly got up and went to her mother, sliding to her knees, "Mom, this family means everything to me. Jeremiah, Aly, Lex, and Carmen, we are family. The baby is all of ours. We love each other."

Kelly's eyes lifted to her mother's with such a deep emotion. Betsy's eyes filled with tears as she looked at her daughter, and her love for her broke down her own conflicts better than any of my adjustments. She leaned down and hugged her daughter tightly, kissing her cheek.

"Then, they are my family too." Betsy pulled back to look Kelly in the eye, and then to all of us one by one, as if recording our faces in her memory bank.

Bob looked slightly confused, as his mental processes caught up to the lightning fast thoughts of his spouse. He looked at her with concern as Kelly and her hugged and cried tears of happiness. There was concern in his eyes as he looked up at me, then across the room at the other three women. We caught his gaze one by one, showing him our own resolve and he nodded at us one at a time, then slipped to one knee and gathered Kelly in a big bear hug. 

"Kelly, babygirl," He said in a low voice full of emotion, "We love you, we will love your child, and we accept your family."

It took a few minutes of silence for the air to return to the room. We all sort of relaxed, and Lexi came to sit between my legs, feeling fully accepted. Carmen squeezed beside Aly, and hugged her tightly. Kelly turned still on her knees and stayed at her mother's feet, smiling at me with a large smile of satisfaction. Bob slipped back into his seat and hugged his wife, kissing the top of her head. Betsy quietly combed through Kelly's hair then lifted her gaze back up to me.

"Will you give me the gift of seeing my baby girl properly married?" she asked quietly.

I nodded, and stood up, reaching into my jeans pocket and pulling out the four stoned ring that I'd been carrying with me everywhere I went. I held my hand out to Kelly, and helped her stand up, then hugged her tightly. I looked her in the eyes, then bent to one knee.

"Kelly, I love you," I said honestly, "You mean everything to me. Please marry me."

The words were what needed to be said, but everyone in the room knew I was repeating it to each of the women I loved. Kelly nodded and I slipped the ring onto her finger, and she held it at arm's length, then held her hand to her chest. She waved me up, and waved to Aly, Carmen and Lexi, and we all hugged tightly. In our own web of acceptance, as Betsy and Bob watched with full acceptance.

If we were truly fallen angels, this night felt like a miracle. So much could have gone so wrong, but ended up going so right. I had no religious background, no real knowledge of God. But in that moment, I never felt more accepted and loved, by the people in the room, and the universe at large.




The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 07



Moments of peace are fleeting, of course, and as we soon found our seats, Kelly perched on my knee, Aly and Carmen at my sides and Lexi at my feet, Betsy got back to business.

"I've got my best contractor on getting this house ready," Betsy started, "It would be best if it was empty for a while, but you all need a place to live."

"Well," I started, "We thought we'd take a little driving vacation to Montana. I think we might be gone for a few weeks."

"Montana?" Betsy asked, then remembered our conversation from the dinner table, "I wish you'd decide to go to the coast, or any place other than Montana."

"I have to finish some details with my father's estate in Pinebluff." I said.

The color slipped from her face, "No, Jeremiah, stay away from there."

"Why?" asked Alyssa, still trying to put the puzzle of Kelly's grandmother together.

"They are evil incarnate," Betsy whispered, "The United Priesthood has done things that are unconscionable. Why are you going up there?"

"My father, well more my grandfather, I think," I started, "was part of the priesthood. My father, it seemed, tried to fight against their criminal acts. We know he helped in women's shelters across the northwest, where UP was active in trafficking."

Betsy nodded, she knew the stories, her eyes blazed with anger and hatred at the thoughts that raced through her head. She knew her mother's stories, and the more recent news stories that were beginning to expose their organized crime and prostitution rings. The United Priesthood had gone silent in the last few years, the controversies pushing them more underground and out of the blaring spotlight of the news cycle.

"My father left me a key to a safety deposit box in Pinebluff," I continued, "We need to retrieve its contents. We also need to visit Kelly's friend Jenn back at her school. I don't want to make any contact with the Priesthood. I just need to know what my father knew."

"Be careful, Jeremiah," Betsy said, "I understand you need to go, but why all of you?"

"We can't be apart," I explained simply, "We are linked, our hearts and fates are combined."

The girls physical bodies all contracted on me, as if to give my words a living example. Oddly, Betsy nodded, understanding fully what I was saying.

"I remember my mother," she said softly, "She had periods, sometimes lasting months, where she experienced withdrawal-like pain after leaving that evil cult. She hated everything about them, but was somehow linked in a way I never understood. She constantly wrote letters to her ex-sister wives until she died."

"I'm sorry," Alyssa said quietly, "Your mother must have gone through so much pain. I'm researching the United Priesthood, so we know as much as we possibly can. Is there anything of your mother's that might help me?"

"Come to my house tomorrow," Betsy said, "I'll give you all that I have."

Aly nodded, and I continued, "Anyway, I think we'll be gone a few weeks, then be back home."

"I'll need more time to finish here," Betsy said, looking around at the house, then smiled as she had a thought, "Have you set a date for the wedding?"

"No," I answered then squeezed Kelly's hand, "Did you have a day in mind?"

"How about in three weeks," Betsy said firmly, "Here in the garden, I'm sure we can have that ready by then. Then you five go on a honeymoon to the coast. I'll free up our best B&B in Newport for you for two weeks. Then we should have this ready to go."

Kelly looked down at me, then looked at each of her sisters. They all nodded, with a buzz of feminine excitement that men like Bob and I would never understand. "That sounds wonderful mother, but you need to clear any wedding arrangements with me!"

"Of course, dear," Betsy laughed, "We've had enough conversations about this, that I know what you want better than you do."

"I worry," I admitted, "We're trying to do too much too soon,"

"We'll figure it out," Alyssa said with a grin, lowering her voice to mimic how I sounded. 

I laughed, "Okay, then! I'm man enough to admit that you all probably have better plans than I do."

Everyone relaxed, and everyone started having side conversations which went in many different directions. Kelly and her mother talked about getting a dress picked out before we left for Montana. Carmen pulled me close and reminded me about buying an RV the next day. Lexi begged to come with us. Alyssa talked with Bob about roads and directions. After about a half and hour, the conversations died down, and Bob grabbed Betsy's hand.

"C'mon dear," he said with a smile, "Nothing more we can do tonight, we'll need our sleep to get all of this done in your accelerated timeline."

"Yes, my Love," Betsy said and curled into his side hugging him tightly, "You always take good care of me."

"Likewise, love." Bob said as he ushered her out the door, and suddenly the five of us were alone again.

Kelly was practically buzzing. Her happiness had grown exponentially as the night progressed, and her body practically levitated. With are family now alone, she inhaled. Then she closed her eyes and a flash of concentration creased her forehead. Suddenly, it was as if her whole being began to glow, as she surrendered to herself, and allowed her true self to bloom. All of us simply stopped thinking of anything that was a distraction. We all turned to her, and followed her to the bed in the basement. 

When we arrived, we'd all shed our clothes on the trip down, almost in a trance. Kelly slipped onto the bed, her breasts full and round as she laid on her back. Her nipples were like small little diamonds on mounds of pink flesh. Her tanned flesh almost shone like bronze. The four of us could only crawl wordlessly onto the bed. 

Lexi crawled her petite body near the headboard and on her knees beside Kelly leaned her mouth down to kiss Kelly's open mouth. Carmen walked around the bed, and then crawled up from the opposite side. Aly mirrored her movements on the near side, and they both ran their hands down Kelly's side, cupping a breast in each of their hands and lowering their lips to her rock hard nipples. I drew up from the foot of the bed, my eyes watching as Kelly breathed in heavy gasps. Her soft moans only arousing us more. She practically pulsed in need. On my knees, I lowered my mouth and grazed my lips along one of her firm thighs.

One taste of her open and flowing cunt made made me feel like drinking her arousal forever. Kelly pushed her hips up, and my mouth and nose were surrounded by her heady scent. Her body shivered as she pushed internally, sending a psychic wave of sexual need through all of us. I felt the pulse of power, internalized it, and reflected it out to my connected lovers, and the whole bed shook with our combined need.

Alyssa leaned over and pulled Carmen's head up to kiss her deeply, their hands and fingers still molding and caressing Kelly's breasts. Lexi shifted forward and fed Kelly's full lips one of her firm nipples, Lexi looked at me and opened her mouth moaning in need. I shifted up, pushing my frame up Kelly's body. My cock slid against Kelly's abdomen as I leaned between Aly and Carmen to kiss Lexi as Kelly nursed on her breast. Lexi sucked in my tongue as Carmen started to lick and nibble on the flesh of my chest.

I lifted my hips, drawing the head of my cock back and feeling Kelly's legs spread open as my cock notched into her opening. Her swollen labia blossomed and parted as my hips fell and I slid deeply inside her. She groaned around Lexi's breast as I filled her. Lexi slithered forward, her limber frame shifting so her thighs opened over Kelly's moaning lips. Alyssa bit at my nipple, as I rose up from kissing Lexi and started to move my hips slowly screwing the sex goddess we were all worshipping. 

As Kelly's tongue parted Lexi's folds, Lexi convulsed, her body shaking as she came at the touch of Kelly's tongue. Kelly fed hungrily on Lexi's spending, licking and sending Lexi through a series of orgasms as I started to pound my hips deeper into Kelly. I rose up on my knees, gripping Kelly's hips and pulling her hips to my deep thrusts. She arched her back, keeping her mouth near Lexi's trembling pussy, feasting on her dripping fluids. I leaned forward, my hand gripped a handful of Lexi's red hair and pulling her towards me, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. 

Alyssa rolled over and snaked her body over Kelly's abdomen. I looked down and watched as she slid under me and Lexi. My whole body in a zen state, as I fucked Kelly, and kissed Lexi, I felt I could go on forever. Aly craned her head along Kelly's far said, and her arms reached to pull Carmen's core closer to her. Carmen kneed closer, her hips spreading as her torso rose. She pressed her mouth to my ear and sucked my earlobe as she moaned.

"Oh fuck, Papi, Aly is licking my clit," She cooed in my ear as I was still kissing Lexi as we rode either end of Kelly's body. 

Carmen slid down between Lexi and I, over Alyssa's arched body, I could feel her dark soft locks brush past my undulating abdomen. I parted the kiss to look down as she lowered her mouth to Aly's spread and open thighs. Aly arched her back more, grinding her cunt into Carmen's hungry mouth. Alyssa's body seemed to hover over Kelly's abdomen as she feasted between Carmen's thighs. The pair's sapphic connection pressed Kelly down into the mattress, anchoring her hips as I thrusted, driving my shaft deeper and deeper.. 

Lexi panted as her hands gripped my shoulders. She body arched over the other three girls as she gasped for breath. Her small shuddering orgasms had progressed into full body tremors of a continuous wave of orgasm. She gripped me, pulled me, grabbed me. My body was her anchor as she rode the wave of passion coursing through her nerves, and then her body stiffened and she screamed in passion.

Lexi's final crest drove me into a frenzy. I slammed forward and ground my hips, feeling Kelly's cunt grip then tremble as she also tripped into orgasm. Almost simultaneously I felt my balls tighten then shudder, my cock shaft pulsed as torrents of cum flowed through the steel-like rod and shot deep into Kelly's womb. Carmen groaned as she felt the three of us orgasm, and the vibrations from her moan sent Alyssa into a spine stiffening orbit, her hips lifting as she came.

I pulled back, and clung to Lexi's limp form, slowly pulling her to my chest, and rolling to the side on my back. Lexi resting on my chest, breathing raggedly, as if finishing a long race. My cock slipped from Kelly's spasming cunt only to have Carmen shift to the side and engulf my sensitive head in her mouth, sucking the remnants of my first orgasm. Her hand tightened around the base, and she nursed on my cock, not letting go flaccid. 

I turned my head and saw Aly shift her head, rolling over and sealing her mouth over Kelly's pussy, her hand pulling Kelly's legs apart as she lapped up our combined juices and spendings. Kelly slid her hand under Aly's thigh and twisting her flawless body to crane her open mouth towards Aly's pussy. Kelly slid under Aly's body reaching her hands up to peel open Aly's labia and take a long slow lick.

I felt a renewed wave of passion flow through the room. I felt my cock stiffen in response to the psionic command. Carmen moaned as she felt it grow inside her mouth. Carmen pressed her head down, and started to gag herself trying to take all of me down her throat. Lexi blinked her eyes and found mine, and lifted her hands to my cheeks, kissing me deeply as she moved her body to face me, her breasts pressing against my chest.

Alyssa moaned in heated pant, "Oh fuck, yes, Kelly, fucking suck my slit!" 

Her body stiffened as Kelly's magical tongue sent her into the heavens. Her mouth returned to Kelly's core as she repaid the needy goddess under her, feeding on her cunt and my deposited cum as Kelly ground her hips into Aly's mouth and nose. 

Carmen lifted off my cock with a wet sound, crawling forward to straddle me. She drew her knees past my hips as she lowered her tight cunt onto my rigid shaft. Her mouth kissed Lexi's back, then grabbed a handful of Lexi's hair.

"Roll over, slut," Carmen hissed as Lexi turned reflexively, spreading her thighs open.

Lexi rested her bottom on my chest as my mouth kissed and nibbled on her tight ass. Lexi arched back, her arms supporting her body as she reclined, arching her back over my head as I squeezed and kissed her firm round bottom. Carmen leaned forward and started licking Lexi's cunt lips. I could feel her drip her arousal on my chest, pooling in the space where my neck met my chest, as she rocked her hips into Carmen's hungry mouth. Carmen's hips pinned mine to the mattress and she rode my hard shaft buried to the hilt in her tight cunt. Her talented hips and torso rippled as she ground and rotated on my shaft.

I lifted my hands to find Lexi's breasts, cupping them. I felt her need, and gripped them hard, pushing my fingers into the base of her small cups. I squeezed hard and she screamed at the bite of pain, in her need her hips lifted and ground harder into Carmen's mouth. I pulled my fingers down to trap her nipples between my fingers and thumbs. My hips grinding and lifting to Carmen's talented ministrations. I squeezed and pulled at Lexi's nipples roughly, tugging them as I gave her the bites of pain she deeply needed. 

Overwhelmed, Lexi fired off again, lifting her hips off my chest and spraying into Carmen's open mouth. Lexi's hips rocked, pounding her bottom into my chest, then lifting as she rode the waves of orgasm. I lowered my hands to her round bottom pressed up, holding her at Carmen's lapping and sucking mouth. Her moans of hunger amplified by Carmen's frantic grinding of her hips. 

"Fucking cum on my cock, Carmen," I commanded, feeling my own crest rise, "Fucking slut, cum for me."

"Oh fuck Papi!!" she screamed as her head lifted from Lexi's quivering hips and gripped her own breasts as her back arched. 

Carmen ground her hips down on me as her cunt clenched my cock. Her inner walls vibrated as her body arched back. Lexi curled forward and cupped Carmen's breast as her brown flesh quivered. She sucked in one of Carmen's hard nipples as I lifted my hips and shot my second load deep into Carmen's womb. Groaning and growling.

As the three of us stiffened and then relaxed, curing into a circle of flesh, Alyssa was using two fingers curled inside of Kelly. Her mouth lapped at Kelly's tight button as Kelly's hips flexed and rolled. Aly's body shivered, her thighs quaking as her body slipped along endless waves of orgasms from Kelly's magical tongue. It was as if Kelly's touch drove deep into Aly's pleasure centers and her body was wracked with one continuous orgasm. 

Aly's fingers finally found the pace Kelly needed, and Kelly's knees splayed open and her hips rose. Her cunt lips closed then flowered open and a jet of cum sprayed out and covered Lexi, Carmen and me as her screams of joy were muffled between Aly's thighs. Kelly's release allowed Aly to slide away from her, then twist and bring her mouth to the lips of the blonde center of our orgy. Aly kissed her deeply as her body still shivered in sated lust.

Spent, yet also revived, the five of us slowly moved our bodies under the sheets. I lied back with Lexi curled into my side, and Carmen pressed beside her. Kelly laid her head on my chest, softly stroking my chest hair, as Alyssa wrapped her arm around Kelly's abdomen, her lips kissing Kelly's shoulder. We slowly slipped into a restful sleep. It felt like a warm glow of golden bliss as we slept a dreamless sleep.

Present: Isaac 

"So what," Zac asked a bit perplexed, "You can control people's minds?"

"We can affect how people make choices," Jeremiah re-explained, "by modifying their willpower and moral structures."

"I'm baffled," Zac said, his 12 years of schooling not preparing him for something seemingly supernatural. 

To be fair to, Isaac had never heard about Jeremiah's power before. The family had decided to wait until the power would manifest, if it would manifest, before discussing it with him and training him how to use his supernatural gift. The mix between Kelly's magical attraction and Jeremiah's powerful influence made Isaac a special case. He was already the most attractive boy in the high school, winning homecoming king recognition, alongside Beth as his queen. The effect on Stacy had been the first apparent manifestation of Jeremiah's line.

"Think back to when you persuaded Stacy to kiss you," Jeremiah said, "What was it like from your point of view? Give me as many details as you can."

"Well Dad," Isaac started still a bit embarrassed, "She was very reluctant to get close to me, with Beth so near. I explained that it was a prank on you, for your birthday. She nodded that she understood, but still didn't engage with me. She could hardly look at me."

"Go on, Zac," Jeremiah prodded.

"Well, I lifted her chin, it was the first time I touched her, really." Zac confessed, "and her eyes widened. I felt like her resistance to what I was asking fled, and she leaned and kissed me on the lips."

Zac blushed as he remembered, "Then I backed away from her, and started kissing Beth. Just before you walked in. She leaned over me and kissed me more, pushing up against Beth. Frankly Beth got a bit upset at how aggressive Stacy had become."

"Touch is a very important component at the onset of manifestation," Alyssa explained, "Over time you'll learn that touch isn't required. When you lifted her chin, you were able to push down her internal resistance to kissing you."

"There are two parts to your powers, Zac," Jeremiah continued, "One is scanning and seeing how people respond to different stimuli, and the other is actual modification of their morals and will. This isn't a power to be used at a whim."

"I didn't mean to Pop," Zac said, "You've got to believe me."

Jeremiah smiled, and placed his hand on his son's shoulder, "I do believe you, son. My first experience with my powers was also unintended. I didn't realize what I had done."

Jeremiah looked up at Alyssa and smiled, taking her hand, "It changed my life, in an instant. What we want for you is the ability to use our powers in a way that doesn't cause dramatic changes in your life. I was able to undo your modification to Stacy."

"How can I learn?" Isaac asked, still a bit confused and wary.

"I'll set up some experiments with some of my grad students," Alyssa said, her connections to the University had her on staff as an adjunct professor, "We will run through some scenarios, so you can better understand the moral curves of people. We'll start tomorrow, after school."

"Okay, I guess," Zac said quietly, "I'm a bit afraid to talk to Beth, she's a bit steamed about what happened with Stacy. She means so much to me."

"Tell her that I hypnotized her," Alyssa said, "I'll explain to her and apologize if it would help."

"Thanks, Aly" Zac said, standing and hugging her tightly, "You've always steered me right." Isaac left and returned to the party. 

Alyssa stood for a moment as a tremor of lust coursed through her nerves, then her body sagged. Jeremiah reached out and pulled her to him, perching her bottom on his knee.

"That boy," Alyssa said softly, her knees spreading apart on Jeremiah's familiar lap, "His touch is like fire, much like when Kelly is in one of her moods. We need to discuss that side with him too."

Jeremiah slid his hand along Aly's thigh, cupping her thong covered mound and feeling her arousal.

"Damn, Aly," Jeremiah said with a wink and a smile, "He's practically your son! Have some restraint."

"Ohhh, you'll restrain me?" Aly moaned softly, smiling at the thought, "and I don't even have to beg for it?"

The couple started kissing and groping in the dim light of Jeremiah's study. They had relaxed after the discussion with Isaac over. They gave into the bit of lust Isaac had leaked into the room, letting it flow through Alyssa as Jeremiah pushed his fingers aside her thong, and brought her to a quick orgasm. He smiled as he felt her return to a more normal controlled state, and they kissed softly.




The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 07



"A incubus that can mold people's will," Alyssa sighed, partly in release, and partly troubled, "that boy needs to be watched closely."

Past: Jenn

"Hello," said the voice over the pay-phone line, "This is Jediah."

"Jed, Michael." said the college-aged kid, looking back at the girl that was waiting in his car.

"My name isn't Jed, Michael, it's Jediah," the voice said sternly. "What do you got?"

"She's a hot one, Jediah" the boy said, over-stressing the syllables to appease his boss, "She is a total slut, does all I want, and wants.. no needs more."

"Excellent," Jediah said, "she should fill the spot in Fallon nicely. How soon will you have her ready?"

"I don't know, it won't take long to finish the background on her." Michael said darkly, "Don't want to leave her parents wondering about her. Something off about her though?"

"Oh? What is that," Jediah asked.

"Well, before last term she was straight As." Michael started, "She was a model student, until the last few weeks of the term, then she ended up in the hospital."

"What for?" Jediah drawled.

"Exhaustion and dehydration." Michael said, "It's odd, she said she'd gotten sick from too much sex. But I can't believe it, because this girl is simply insatiable, always hungry. Like she's filling an unfillable void."

"Interesting," Jediah said, and remembered something from many years ago, "I'll talk with Deacon, you just keep her on the leash, you hear?"

"Yes, sir," Michael said, "Call you in a couple of days."

Michael hung up the phone, and pulled back on the line that was attached to his coin, pulling it back from the slot. He shuffled back to his car, and slid in looking over at the pretty girl sitting in the passenger seat.

"Where do you want to go, Jenn?" Michael asked kindly.

"Back to your bedroom," Jenn said with a twinkle in her eye, "I'm famished."

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Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I've got the next chapter in draft form, and setting up some more lines. It's an expansive story, and I hope you enjoy the characters as they learn about who they really are. Special thanks to mgenette for his editing and encouragement. Thank you for your votes, comments and favorites!



The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 08



Author's Note: The backstories I want to tell, as well the the more expanded main story, as well as the new line in the present have required me to be more specific in my headers. I will include the main characters of that section to make it clear. The story itself spans almost half a century - most of Jeremiah's life. Oddly, Jeremiah is exactly my age - 48, so if timeline continuity is your fetish, that should give you some boundaries. Thank you for reading, sharing a comment, casting a vote and I hope you enjoy my tale.

Distant Past: Isaiah & Katie

Isaiah and Katie grew closer as the the school year went on. They enjoyed becoming friends, and then more than friends. They started dating, though both sets of parents didn't approve of dating, and preferred a courtship relationship. In the early sixties, teenagers didn't always follow the rules their parents expected. 

Isaiah asked Katie to the prom, and she accepted. Their relationship had grown a lot more physical, with extended make-out sessions in a mostly abandoned road that was highly visited by hormonal teenagers. Though there was no hill or butte called Blueberry nearby, this tree-lined shoulder of road was often referenced as Blueberry Hill. As prom approached, their dates were less and less at the drive-in restaurant and more and more at Blueberry Hill.

One night, their chemical attraction was in full bloom and Katie willingly succumbed to Isaiah's advances. She shifted her hips in the backseat, and pulled down her underwear, tossing into the front seat. Isaiah was busy exploring the glory of her breasts after he had unbuttoned her blouse and unfastened her bra when he felt her shift and move under him.

"Are you sure, Katie?" He asked breathlessly as his eyes focused on hers in the light of the full moon.

Katie only nodded and bit at her lower lip as he chest rose as she inhaled the scent of the fields surrounding them. 

Isaiah slipped up and started unbuckling his belt, and Katie rose to help with unbuttoning his khaki trousers, then pushing at his white boxers. Isaiah had to finish pushing them down and shifting his legs free as Katie's hand were busy holding his rigid cock.

"It's hot," she said in a quiet voice, "I can feel it pulse..."

As Katie explored the new sensation of a rigid column of male flesh in her hand, Isaiah leaned forward and pushed her skirt up, his hands feeling the humid warmth of her inner thigh, then cupping over her damp folds. Katie writhed and moaned as her hips lifted involuntarily and Isaiah echoed her groan as he felt her fluids soak his fingers. He cupped and fingered her folds, wanting her to feel as good as her fingers did caressing his shaft. 

Katie lifted her eyes from the work of her fingers, and looked at Isaiah as she felt his fingertip press inside her tight opening. 

"I've never..." she stammered as she felt his fingertip probe deeper, groaning as an ache of need rose in her core. 

"Me either," Isaiah said, and kneed his frame closer, feeling Katie tug at his manhood, "it might hurt when I enter."

Katie bit her lip and nodded, as Isaiah felt her push his crown behind his fingers, withdrawing his hand as his hip drove forward. Katie yelped as she felt his head stall at her unbroken hymen, then thrust her hips up as she pulled at Isaiah's hip. Isaiah pushed steadily at her tug and felt a pop and then the feeling of molten heaven as his shaft slid deep into her virgin slit.

A tear slid down Katie's cheek, but she only smiled, then lost her breath as her hips rotated and undulated, The pain evaporated as Isaiah slowly moved his heated shaft along her well lubricated passage. 

"Oh this is wonderful, keep doing that," Katie cooed.

Isaiah saw that she was more comfortable and started thrusting harder and faster. Katie moaned and whined sweetly with each of Isaiah's thrusts, looking up as him as he lowered his mouth to hers. Her cries muffled as their mouths met, and his tongue mirrored the movement of his cock, thrusting into her open willing mouth.

Isaiah rose back and groaned, his hips flying faster and faster, as he felt his orgasm rapidly approach. He slammed his hips forward, filling her convulsing passage and fired hot shots of his seed deep in Katie's womb. Katie was bucking under him and the feel of his pulsing cock and the hot jets firing inside made her stiffen and scream. Katie arched her back then bucked as Isaiah froze his hips vibrating as he rode his orgasm. Finally he rolled forward and kissed Katie, his cock slowly shrinking inside of Katie's pussy. They lied together, in the bliss of the afterglow. 

Another round a few minutes later started a habit of practicing this new thrill in regular intervals. By the time prom arrived, Katie was getting sick every morning, and she went to prom in her beautiful dress, six weeks pregnant with Isaiah's heir.

Their parents were not amused. Katie's parents, devout Protestants were devastated at Katie's sin of fornication. Isaiah's parents were equally aghast at their son's behavior. The sets were completely opposed to what to do with the situation. Zedekiah, Isaiah's father, demanded that Isaiah take Katie to the neighboring county where he knew a doctor that would take care of the problem. Katie's father demanded that the two wed, and make a home for the child. Although he knew life would be difficult, he recognized that Katie loved Isaiah, and Isaiah showed the same love for her. Isaiah couldn't believe his father's demands.

"Father, I love her," Isaiah had said, stricken by what his father suggested was the only solution.

"Isaiah," Zedekiah said with a piousness that was foreign to Isaiah, "The girl is not pure, she is not like us, we can't breed with the likes of her!"

Isaiah stood shocked at what his father has said, and silently turned and left the house. He never returned, and never said another word to his father. Katie's parents allowed Isaiah to sleep in the garage, until their marriage was finalized. Isaiah was thankful enough, that he honored their request he not sneak into her room at night. Katie, however, might have found reason to explore the garage late at night.

With the marriage finalized, Katie's parents allowed the newlyweds to co-habitate in Katie's room. Isaiah took a job as an auto mechanic and started to earn a living. They both graduated that spring, and Katie's baby bump wasn't even visible under her graduation gown. By mid-summer they had found a small apartment. They were a happy couple, and when Jeremiah was born that winter, he lived in a loving household. The money was tight, but the house was full of love and happiness.

Past: Brotherhood

Jediah took off his hat and nodded to the woman at the door. Deacon's first-wife was close to Jediah's age, ten years younger than Deacon. 

"How is he doing, Rebekah?" Jediah asked, "I need to talk to him."

"He's awake, and can talk," Rebekah said with a bowed head, turning to let the man inside her husband's house, "Try not to rile him up, please Sir. I had a mess of a time trying to settle his coughing down the last time you brought him news."

"I'll try," Jediah said as he passed by her, "But the old man has a mind of his own sometimes."

Jediah slipped up the stairs into the Deacon's large bedroom, the windows overlooking the open areas of the compound. People filed past the large house in random bunches as they went about their business on the bright spring morning. Jediah stood next to Deacon's bed, and lifted a glass of water with a straw.

"Need a drink, boss?" he asked.

Deacon lifted his flinty eyes to see Jediah, then lifted a hand to hold the end of the bent straw to his dry lips.

"Thanks, Jediah," Deacon growled in a low grumble, "I need to remember to drink, I've been dry for too long."

"Well that's the thing I wanted to talk about, " Jediah said, knowing that while Deacon was dehydrated, his thirst was for something more, "Michael found an interesting subject in that Washington college town we sent him."

"What makes her interesting?" Deacon asked tiredly, after 40 years of this game nothing much surprised him anymore.

"She doesn't fit the profile," Jediah explained, "Michael says she is insatiable sexually, but she wasn't only a few weeks ago. He is looking into more background, friends, associates."

"You know how these young girls often are when they first taste the forbidden fruit," Deacon sighed.

"Yeah, true boss," Jediah continued, "But, Michael said he had met her after getting out of the hospital, dehydration and exhaustion from too much sex. I know newly deflowered virgins often go a little wild in college. Very few are hospitalized from it."

"You think she was influenced?" Deacon asked some color returning to his face, "All the lines have dried up, there is just a few left that we are aware of, and they are nowhere near this area."

The room went quiet as Deacon got lost in some memories, then looked at Jediah, "Have you heard of what happened to last Baraqiel? What damage she caused?"

"Happened before I was old enough to join the ordinations," Jediah commented, "I've heard stories though."

"Deborah was a remarkable girl. With the pure line females, like her, we waited until they were of maturity to marry." Deacon said, slipping into a storytelling voice, "She had just turned 18, and was betrothed to one of the powerful elders in the Samyaza line."

Jediah slipped into a chair near the bed, listening, while looking out at the compound. He remembered when he was younger, there seemed to be more people than who were left. More children, more mothers. The day was beautiful, there should be more people out enjoying the spring sunshine after the hard winter they had endured.

"The ordinance was held on a day just like today, bright sunshine, no clouds. It seemed perfect." Deacon said rubbing his chin, and feeling the day of stubble on his usually clean shaven face. He hoped he'd remember to tell Rebekah to shave him later. "The formal awakening of the gifted usually resulted in some odd things happening, but nothing like that day. There hadn't ever been anything like Deborah."

Jediah knew the story, but indulged Deacon as he retold it. It was a source of conflict for the elder leader of the order. It was a turning point in many ways. The single most amazing show of supernatural power the order had experienced in a long time. As well as striking the most devastating blow to the body of leadership. A three-day sex orgy, led by the last, and most powerful Baraqiel succubus, had absorbed much of the energy of the order, including many powerful heads of other lines. The young succubus fled in the aftermath, escaping the clutches of the cultic brotherhood. 

She left three men dead, including her betrothed, the leader of the cult and Deacon's cousin. Deacon was close in in age, but his cousin was the last of the pure Samyaza line. Samyaza were natural leaders, but also horribly corrupt and evil. They gave off an air of faithfulness to God, but as a branch they swore allegiance to a darker unholy power. Deacon's branch of Samyaza had never had powerful abilities, and any supernatural strains left had been sullied during the war. The leader was the last to die, when the succubus wench bit into his neck and tore out his jugular, spraying the crowd with his warm blood. She fled the scene carrying the leader's breastplate, and was never seen again.

The last Penemue elder was also killed, ending his line as he hadn't yet produced an heir, only six daughters. His loss was a shock, as the Penemue were known for restraint and self-control. At the height of the orgy, the man had blacked out in the aftermath of a powerful orgasm while taking the young Baraqiel's anal virginity. He never regained consciousness.

The only powerful line left was represented by Zedekiah of the Yeqon line. Zedekiah wasn't a participant in the ordination, but his father was. His father was the first fatality, trying to overcome the Baraqiel's will and enslave her to him. Her powers induced an artery in his brain to fail while he was frantically trying to force his cock down her throat. Zedekiah hadn't yet acquired his powers, but had watched the last day of the ordeal from the sidelines.

The United Priesthood's once powerful influence over their members and their expanded organization plummeted. Without the abilities of three lines to influence new recruits, the institution was left relying on normal human means to run their organized crime network. Their funds dried up as their followers slowly began to abandon the cult. 

Zedekiah was often away from the compound, recruiting new talent for their brothels, or investigating signs and signals that might portend to supernatural causes. The murder of Zedekiah twelve years ago brought the end of the Yeqon line. The murder splashed across the local news, and even caught a national headline. With the news media too close, Deacon shuttered the gates to the compound, and withdrew from the larger community. pushing the small cult even further underground.

Zedekiah had been on the trail of the disappeared last Baraqiel, when he turned up in a cheap hotel in Bozeman, throat slit, his blood soaking the cheap sheets. Deacon had tried to find Zedekiah's missing son, Isaiah, after Zedekiah's murder. He manufactured a will, feeding some of the money from the United Priesthood full coffers into an account purported to be Zedekiah's estate. He hired lawyers to track down Isaiah, and had made contact, right before Isaiah was killed on that rainy night in Oregon. 

The criminal activities of vice and prostitution in Nevada had been the lifeblood of the cult. Supernatural influences from the angelic lines had benefited recruitment and training of their much sought after prostitutes. The new Baraqiel succubus would have sealed the reputation of their brothels as the most alluring and mind-blowing in the burgeoning Nevada sex trade. Her abandonment of the cult was the first blow to the United Priesthood plans.

With the sudden end to three powerful angelic lines, Deacon's transactions meant to entrap Isaiah had instead crippled the finances of the United Priesthood. With formal estate established under Zedekiah's name, the money was locked up in accounts they no longer had access to. While expensive probate lawyers searched for a potential missing heir to Zedekiah's enormous wealth. The news filtered back to Deacon, and each tendril of hope had given him more life, only to be dropped back into the depths of depression when the lead dried up. 

In recent weeks another lead had come to bear, some small movements of money in Zedekiah's estate accounts had Jediah asking questions of the probate lawyers. He'd kept that news to himself, seeing how weak Deacon had become as his age was pressing 90 years old. 

This news of potential succubus activity in the region, only two-hundred miles from the compound, that was news enough to share with Deacon. As Deacon wound down his story of the night of the succubus awakening, the last of the Baraqiel, his color had returned. 

"Get me that girl, Jediah," Deacon said coldly, "I want to see her state for myself, I don't trust young Michael to see the signs. His line has grown so weak from impure breeding."

"Sure thing boss," Jediah said, and thought about telling Deacon the news about Zedekiah's money. He thought better of it, as Deacon closed his eyes and started breathing slower.

"I need my rest, Jediah," Deacon sighed, "Rebekah can show you out."

As if on cue, Rebekah appeared at Jediah's side and pulled him out of the room. "I told you not to rile him up, Sir. Tales of another Baraqiel, my word, what has gotten into you?"

Jediah left, and headed back into town. He wondered how long it would take to make contact with Michael.

Past: Jeremiah

I felt a tug in my groin, and blinked my eyes, looking to my right to see a tousled mane of red still sleeping on my chest. Turning to my other side I noticed the chestnut ringlets of Alyssa's head shift closer to the ebony locks of Carmen as she shifted in her sleep. Tipping my chin down, I moaned as the halo of blonde strands brushed over my abdomen, inhaling sharply at the exquisite pull of Kelly's talented mouth.

The three ladies lightly sleeping stirred lazily as Kelly's power started to pulse, then I felt it collapse and feed directly into me. This caused my cock to swell exponentially, and Kelly's approving purr as she licked at the base, looking up at me told me she was experimenting with her powers.

"I just want you, lover," she said cupping my balls, and fisting my shaft, pulling the skin tight around the base of my crown, "just you, and me."

Her voice only made my balls swell in need as she slowly lifted her ass up, bowing her back as a cat getting ready to pounce. She slid her torso forward, warm breasts pressing into my thighs, as her body snaked forward. My arms were trapped by the sleeping heads of the rest of my harem, or I would have grabbed a fistful of her mane and tugged her mouth to mine. 

She showed extreme patience, even as waves of arousal flowed from her to me, and each of her sweet kisses lingered as she went up my abdomen. She used her fingers and palm to stroke my shaft slowly as she enjoyed every inch of my flesh. Her head lifted as she kissed near Lexi's sleeping face, turning to look at her with a warm smile, before rising and fixing her gaze on me. 

Her thighs straddled my waist, and I could feel the heat of her sex bathe my shaft. She held the rod against my belly, and ground her wet folds up and down it's length, undulating her hips and thighs as I groaned in pent up need. I watched her, mesmerized by her aura, as she pulled my cock up, and lifted her core, pushing my engorged head into her dripping folds. Her eyes blazed a golden sheen around her deep blue iris as I felt her cunt descend and take my whole rod in one smooth drop of her hips.

Settled into place, she leaned slightly away from Lexi and twisted her torso. She snaked her mouth to meet mine and thrust her tongue into my mouth. She was in complete control of me, as her hips circled and ground in a slow rotation, massaging my shaft and head with her strong inner muscles. She kissed and sucked on me, her breath filling my lungs. I exhaled and she sucked down our shared air as we both started to dance quietly amongst our sleeping lovers.

I could feel her pulses of sexual energy flowing into my pleasure centers, and my desire became singular. To make love to her, to fuck her, to fill her, to please her. Every one of my thoughts centered on the blonde goddess riding my cock. My thoughts streamed into her consciousness through our linked psyches and that drove her to the height of passion she desired. Her hips moving in molten curves of liquid fire. Her arousal flowing down my shaft and over my bouncing balls. Our hips met and parted, what started so slow, had sped to the point where our pent up need had the room echoing with the slapping of our flesh as we fucked.

The sleeping women stirred as I cried out, erupting in torrents of cum jetting in Kelly's pulsing cunt. She cried out and arched back, her movements waking the three nymphs beside me who blinked awake then purred as they watched us both convulse through our waves of orgasms. Lexi shuddered against me, feeling the pulse of sexual energy and covered one of my nipples with her mouth sucking hard, making my own orgasm crest higher. Alyssa and Carmen slid to their knees beside Kelly. Alyssa moving to suck on the siren's breasts as Carmen leaned over her to kiss Kelly in a deep kiss. 

While hardly awake, the three girls shuddered as Kelly's powers sucked in their arousal, and pushed it out to all of us forcing us all to orgasm at once. My vision tunneled as my head tossed back, sexual energy vibrating through every nerve and synapse. 




The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 08



I woke up moments later to Lexi's soft kisses, her green eyes looking at me with concern. Kelly hovered over me as well, her blue eyes wide open.

"Master, wake up," Lexi said, with a tremor in her voice.

"I'm okay," I said, sensing a shift in emotions and Kelly's worried look, "I'm fine... Wow."

"Jeremiah," Kelly said with a tremor of fear in her voice, "Alyssa... Carmen..."

She couldn't complete a thought and I snapped into a high state of consciousness. I rose up to a sitting position, and looked to my side. Kelly slipped behind me, as if afraid, and Lexi clung to my back, her lips quivering on my shoulder. Alyssa was slumped over and Carmen was prone lying awkwardly on top of her. They were both unconscious.

First aid training flashed through my brain and I moved to them. I rolled Carmen onto her back, and felt for a pulse... strong, her breath steady. I shifted back to Alyssa, straightening her naked body on to her back, and repeated the same assessment, good pulse, regular breathing. They had blacked out like me.

"They'll be okay," I said, "just give them some air, they'll come around."

Kelly and Lexi twisted around to my side, hugging me tightly, their nude bodies warm against my sweat cooled flesh. 

"Are you sure, J?" Kelly whispered, "I ... I ... I can't..."

 She couldn't complete a thought, so I scanned her curve and saw it alight with fear and worry. She was afraid of her own powers. I could relate to that, remembering the panic I felt after it was apparent I had changed Kelly and Lexi. I simply hugged her and watched the rhythmic breathing of Carmen and Alyssa's chest.

Carmen blinked first, and swore a low curse in spanish as one hand went to her head, and another to tug on a brown nipple. Her eyes were unfocused as she touched her flesh, then swung her vision to me, and my two worried girls. 

"Papi..." Carmen said smiling at me, "Kel, ... wow."

Alyssa woke next, her fingers rubbing on her temple, her other hand sliding down to cup her sex. She rolled towards us with a feline grin of contentment, then paused as she saw the concern in our eyes. She concentrated for a second, then a low chuckle.

"I'm fine, Kelly, more than..." Alyssa said with a tinge of awe in her voice, "Wow, intense, and maybe we're more careful with that, next time. But..."

Kelly burst into tears and leapt at Aly, pulling her arms around her and hugging her tightly. 

"Aly, I was so scared," she cried, as Aly tenderly rubbed her back, "The three of you went out like a light, and Lexi was frozen, trembling, her eyes rolling back in her head lie,..." she mumbled more words, then just cried in heaving sobs.

"Shhhh, dearest," Alyssa cooed in her ear, "We're fine, we're fine. More than fine, really love."

Carmen slid up to hug Kelly as did Lexi and myself. I was a bit at a loss for words, the intensity of the sexual tryst, followed by the palpable fear of the unknown left my nervous system in a state of gridlock. We all just held each other as Kelly's cries slowed and then stopped.

Finally I felt Alyssa's thoughts in my brain, and pushed a thought to the rest. We turned and sat in a circle. I pushed contentment, and other pleasant thoughts, as the girls slowly unwound, and then looked around the circle.

"We are all new to this," Alyssa said quietly, "I remember when J first told me what had happened, how scared he was, and how worried he was."

I nodded, "I was scared I had permanently damaged you both," looking at Kelly and Lexi, "Is that what you're feeling, Kel?"

She nodded slowly, and then spoke quietly, "I wish I never had special powers, not if it brings you pain, or suffering."

"I thought the same thing, Kel," I said, "I didn't know anything. I thought I was a freak. I felt so alone."

"But you weren't alone," Alyssa said, "You came to me, you told me. You'd told Carmen too."

Alyssa leaned over and put her head on Kelly's shoulder and her arm around her waist, "And you aren't alone either, Kelly. We will figure this out. You will be able to control your powers."

"You are already," I said, "You had it focused right on me at first, the girls slept through our love making until right at the end."

Kelly, nodded, and smiled remembering the supernatural intimacy we had shared, "I guess you're right, and it only felt so amazing, I pushed that back to all of you."

"It WAS amazing, eye-yi-yi" Carmen said, "to wake up to that feeling, then having it only amplify... I've never felt so connected, and so loved. Even now, I'm full of the energy you shared. With others sex left me feeling empty Kelly. With all of you, I'm always feeling like I am right where I need to be."

We all smiled, and I leaned over across Lexi to hug Carmen, her heartfelt words, left us all at a loss for the next words. Then as I lifted away, Lexi leaned over to me and hugged me.

"I feel exactly as Carmen said," Lexi said quietly, "My appetite for sex has morphed a bit differently than all of you, but it feels right, and you all have accepted my ... kinky side. I never knew sex before you, Master. And Kelly, and Carmen have loved me through it all. Before we met, I felt ashamed for my tendency towards kink. I masturbated in secret to kink videos when Kelly was away from the room..." 

She quieted, looking around meekly at her outburst of words. We all watched her, encouraged her, loved her just for being her. Feeling our acceptance, she smiled and shifted to kneel on her knees, and lowered her breasts to the bed, arms stretched forward. A submissive offering, that we all accepted. Surrounding her, touching her and kissing her.

Kelly smiled at all of us as we returned to our circle, "Okay, my loves, thank you for accepting my fears, and talking about them. I feel much better with that off my shoulders."

With that our morning started and five bodies moved to share different showers. Alyssa and Carmen shared the shower in the basement. Kelly alone in the main floor, 'for everyone's safety,' she had laughed. Lexi followed me nude to the upper story,carrying our clothes and fresh towels for the both of us.

I knew that Lexi wanted to serve me, so I stepped in the shower, and let the water run down my body. Lexi moved close to me, lifting on her tiptoes to kiss my lips, then descending into the spray of water, onto her knees and started to wash my body. Her fingers were light but strong, starting on my feet, then up my calves and thighs. She scrubbed my groin and carefully cleaned my scrotum and tugged along the length of my shaft. She stayed focused on her task and slipped around to wash my ass. she rose up to her full height, and stretched to wash my shoulders and back, then twisted around to wash my chest, smiling up at me. 

By the time she was finished, I was hard as a rock. She looked at me, then turned around and offered me her ass, lifting her toes up and leaning into the cool wall of the shower. It felt rude to refuse, even though I knew the day would be busy. I gripped my shaft and pressed it into her folds, and thrust hard and deep.

Lexi whimpered, as I gripped her hips and started fucking her harder, then arched her head back, "Oh Master, please... please... I love this, but please... fuck. my. ass."

I slammed forward, as I heard her desire, scanned her automatically and saw this was a real desire, not some remnant of perversion I'd failed to correct. I pulled my cock out, slick with her juices and pressed the head up. She arched her back more, pressing her tight bottom into my swollen head. I felt the firm resistance of her tight muscle, but she sighed and tensed and suddenly, my head drove into her ass. She yelped at the sudden fullness in her bowel, then pressed backwards as she groaned as the pinch of pain. My cock slid deeper in until her tight ass pressed against my thigh.

"Oh yess... Fuck.. Take me.. Own my slutty ass, Master... PLEASE!" she cried out.

I gripped her hips tightly and drew my hips back and slammed back inside. My thrusts were heavy and hard, pressing her small frame against the shower as the spray started to cool against my hot flesh. Her body trembled as I took her ass, fucking her harder and harder, then roaring as I felt my orgasm rip up from the base of my spine. I thrust hard, burrowing deep as my cock pulsed and jets of cum filled her bowels. 

"Good, obedient slut," said Carmen as Lexi screamed out shaking on my cock.

"What the fuck," I said, looking at Carmen who was fully dressed peeking in at us as I was still balls deep in Lexi's ass.

Carmen looked at me deadpan, with a eyebrow raised, a look of conspiracy that made me feel like she'd tell me more later. She reached out and handed me a heavy rubber plug.

"Make sure the slut puts this in when you're done with her Master, " Carmen drawled, "It will keep her full of your seed all day."

I gave the heavy rubber plug to Lexi, who was purring in arousal as I shifted back, my cock slipping from her tight ass. She slipped immediately to a crouch, knees wide and fit the rubber mass into her open sphincter, her eyes closing as I watched her abdomen flex as she adjusted to the intrusive shape. Satisfied that it was seated correctly she rose.

"Please Master, dry off and get dressed," Lexi said, "this slut will wash herself in the cold water."

I slipped out with questions streaming through my head, toweling off, and looking at Carmen. She laughed a low chuckle, and grabbed the towel from me and made a show of drying me off, even kneeling and drying my cock and balls tenderly. Taking my cock in her mouth, and sucking it clean. 

"Don't worry," Carmen said, "I've trained your slut to keep her ass clean, even purging her bowels after each movement."

"This is beyond my experience," I said truthfully, both turned on, and questioning everything.

"You need to understand how the mind of a submissive works, Jeremiah," Carmen said standing up and kissing behind my ear, "To be a good Master you need to know her needs better than she does."

"A tall order," I admitted, "but, I'm going to do everything I can to do just that."

"Good," Carmen said, "Because you have two submissives to care for, Master."

She smiled at me with a feline gaze, and slipped back downstairs. I put on the clothes that Lexi had brought up and admired the view of her drying herself off. She showed off the black base of the plug as she dried her calves and feet, bending from the waist. Her limber frame was such a visual turn on, and the black plug was offset by her pale freckled flesh. I felt my dick stiffen in my jeans.

Lexi finished dressing, and we walked downstairs. Carmen was sitting on the sofa, with a grin on her face. She started a bit when we came in the room, as if caught doing something she shouldn't be doing. She laughed for a second, then got up and tossed me Alyssa's keys. 

"Kelly and Alyssa went to Kelly's parents," Carmen reported, "Something about dress shopping, they said we were on our own until after dinner."

"RV shopping, right?" I said, trying to remain on track.

"That's right, Master," Carmen said, "Lead the way."

We filed into Alyssa's car. Our hierarchy worked out naturally, I was the driver, Carmen in the passenger seat, and Lexi curled into the back seat. She sat side saddle, which was an alluring site as I turned to back the car out of the drive way. 

"Can't sit proper?" I asked good naturedly.

Carmen whipped her head around, and Lexi flushed, then turned and sat the right way, her bottom pushed to the back of the seat, and a small grimace of discomfort across her brow. 

"Better, slut," Carmen said, "I'd hate for people to wonder why you can't sit correctly. It might bring embarrassment to our Master."

I stopped the car, and was about to say something when Carmen fixed me with a firm gaze. She reached over and shifted the car in park, right in the middle of the road. She unclipped her seatbelt, then turned away from me, pushing her jeans down. She exposed her ass to me, and showed me a similar black plug in her asshole. I was speechless, as she fixed her clothes and rotated, sitting correctly in the passenger seat with a grunt. I could swear the grunt had a purr to it as she rolled her hips fastening the seat belt.

"Two submissives, Master." Carmen said, helping me put the car back in gear.

I put the car in gear, while my brain tried to make sense of the whole situation. I drove on autopilot, heading towards the interstate. Checking with Carmen to make sure I was going in the right direction. She confirmed that the RV super center about 40 miles north on the interstate was where she wanted to go. 

We were silent for the first few miles, it was 15 miles to the Interstate, so we had probably an hour until we arrived there. It was getting close to eleven, so I figured that we'd stop for lunch before we went to the store. Confident that I had the plan straight, I let my thoughts drift back to the more curious puzzle the two girls had presented me with.

"You'll have to excuse me," I said looking at Lexi in the rear-view, then turning to look at Carmen, "I don't know a lot about BDSM, I hope I can live up to your expectations."

"Master," Carmen said, "This slut will help you, and you'll be a great Master. Your dominance is natural, you just need to understand the mind of a submissive."

"And Master," I said, "that reminds me of 'I Dream of Jeanie'"

Carmen smiled and Lexi, giggled, "It's the utmost term of respect, Master," Carmen explained, so much more than "Sir".

"How about we start at the beginning," I said, "How can you be a submissive, if you boss Lexi around?"

"Okay, Master," Carmen said, and I felt she was being formal as an example for Lexi, but I was only partially right, "May your slut ask you to listen, it might take a bit to explain."

"If you can tell me why we're talking in the third person," I said, even more confused.

"It will become more clear, Master, this one promises." Carmen said rubbing the top of my hand.

"Okay, ... slut ..." I said, carefully, "go ahead, but for now, please talk normally, until I know what it means."

Carmen purred, and settled into the seat a bit, which made me remember her ass was plugged. Lexi remained quiet in the back listening attentively.

"I am what's called a switch, in the bedroom," Carmen started, "I can be on top, dominant, or be on bottom, submissive, both bring me sexual pleasure. It's all so much more... stimulating in many senses than vanilla sex. Though, don't get me wrong, vanilla sex is amazing and wonderful."

I nodded, and started compiling a glossary of terms as Carmen continued.

"My mind though, is completely a submissive. A service-whore-slut. I love to serve the people I love and care about. It makes me feel complete, and it's an honor to do everything I can for them."

I nodded, it was a role she'd slipped into naturally in our family. Taking care of us, feeding us, cleaning, and she was radiant in the midst of it, and never complained.

"It's confusing, I know," Carmen said looking at me, "It was something other boyfriends, and girlfriends got wound up about. Me serving them made them feel inadequate, and that lead to so many hurt feelings. But you, M-mas... Jeremiah, you allow it. It seems like it pleases you to be served."

"It does," I admitted, never really thinking about it, "I know I'm capable of taking care of myself, but between you and Lexi, it seems that I have my needs taken care of."

"Lexi is still learning her submission," Carmen said, "She might enjoy serving, but right now, it's more of a test. I do know she is a pain slut, isn't that right pet?"

"Yes, Mistress," Lexi echoed and ground her ass into the back of the seat.

"Okay," I interrupted, "How can you be her Mistress and still be submissive?"

"Well, I'd rather not," Carmen said honestly, "But I can assume the role, in this hierarchy, until you are more comfortable with yours. So long as I'm topped, I'm happy."

"What makes you think, I'll be comfortable?" I asked seriously.

"Because you love us," Carmen said, "and it's an unselfish, sacrificial love. Once you understand our needs, and you start being able to fulfill them. Mmmm... "

She snatched my hand off the gear shift, and pulled it to her core as she spread her legs. Her cunt was hot, and jeans damp with arousal, I looked quick to see that traffic was clear, then stared at her.

"Trust me Master," Carmen said, as she rubbed my hand up and down, "Once you realize what your dominance and power does to a loving submissive, you'll accept it, even crave it."

I let my hand dwell on her cunt as her hips started to move in a roll, the pressure of my hand and the friction of the plug making her eyes roll back in her head. She cursed quietly in Spanish, almost panting. She was right, the power I felt having her ... under me ... in that moment was heady. I slowly drew my hand back and replaced it on the gear shift.

She licked her lips, and softly blinked her eyes, then smiled at me, "Thank you, Master, for giving this slave a moment." 

Her meaning was so clear and intense, I knew I shouldn't ask about what a slave was. Part of me tried to pigeonhole it into involuntary servitude. As if I used my power to force her into obedience. Troubled, I scanned her curve, and saw it alight with pleasure in a sector that was associated with obedience. She felt like she belonged, she felt safe, she was alight with feelings of love. It was odd, but it helped me understand how she felt.

"So it's not intimidation, or involuntary?" I asked as I was able to let her have her moment, but still needed more answers.

"It's never involuntary, Jeremiah," she said, almost sounding like Alyssa giving a lecture. "Involuntary would be rape. It's absolutely voluntary. The dominant-submissive relationship is entwined, the power flows through each. The dominant is nothing without the submissive voluntarily submitting."

I nodded, still in thought.

"Like when Lexi bowed in our circle," Carmen said grasping for an example, "God, that made my cunt pulse remembering. Her total and unrestricted faith in us, to submit herself like that. Putting her whole being in our hands..."

She faded off, and her eyes were bright, then brimmed with tears, "That was fucking beautiful, is what that was." she said, looking out the window at the passing farmland.

She blinked a few times, then wiped away her tears, "I hope I can feel that safe and trustful with you, Master," she said, leaning over and pressing into my shoulder, "this slut has been hurt too many times, it's hard for me to trust. But I do, trust you."

We all slipped into silence for a few miles. Letting the drone of the road noise settle our thoughts. I noticed that each of the girls would squirm slightly every few seconds, then settle down, then repeat. Their bodies always slightly shifting, like they couldn't quite be comfortable.

"How safe is it to be plugged for so long?" I asked breaking the silence.

"It's good you asked, Master," Carmen said, "These trainer plugs are good for all day. They are rubber so they won't do damage. They are a bit uncomfortable, but not painful, right slut?"

"I could use something, larger, " Lexi said quietly, "no disrespect, Mistress."

Carmen chuckled, then sensing the meaning behind my question, "Do you understand what a plug does to a submissive, Master?"

I shook my head, and she leaned closer to me, "It is a constant reminder of you, Master. This one feels that plug begin to ache, and she remembers who placed it there. As she shifts to a new position, she is thinking of her Master."

"But I didn't put your's there." I said, looking over at her.

"Stop at the rest stop," she said suddenly, seeing the road sign for the turn off.

"Sorry Master," she caught herself, "You are right, you didn't. This slut was sloppy and selfish to plug herself without your knowledge. This slut should be disciplined."




The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 08



"How should she be disciplined," I asked curiously.

"This slut cannot presume to tell you how to correct your plaything, Master," she said aloud, then leaned closer and whispered in my ear, "Spank my bare ass in the empty men's room, while Lexi watches and rubs her leaking cunt."

My thoughts were a whirl as I pulled into the empty rest stop. And I paid special attention to ensure that no trucks were in the truck parking lot. Her words were like fire in my brain, and I understood a bit more.

"Get out of the car sluts, now." I said in a deep growl, "and follow me."

I walked to the restroom, putting in the keys in my pocket. I realized my jeans were tighter than normal, because this talk had made my dick hard. I walked inside, and scanned the area, for any security cameras, and it was clear. The old rest stop had become unnecessary as the towns along the highway grew, and I knew we'd have the place to ourselves, as long as we needed.

I grabbed Carmen as she walked into the men's room, gripping a handful of her hair. I dragged her to the sinks and pushed her head down into the bowl. Her hands instinctively grabbed the sides to protect herself, but her ass pushed out, and rotated like a cat arching its back. She practically purred.

I grabbed the waist of her jeans and dragged them over the curve of her ass, and down her thighs, stopping at the knee. "Spread your legs apart, slut." I said, then turned to grab Lexi, and push her against the wall. I held her there, staring at her, my hand at her throat. I didn't choke her, just held her as my hands unbuckled and pushed down her jeans.

"Squat, little one," I spat out, "And watch, so you won't make the same mistake your Mistress has."

The more I assumed the dominant role, the more aroused I became. I had the benefit of scanning them, and adjusting my demeanor and words accordingly, they were both buzzing with arousal. I stepped back behind Carmen, and spread her cheeks apart. 

"You're plugged, my slut, who plugged you?" I asked as I pushed the end of the plug causing it to press inside.

"This slut did, Master," she cried, "I have no excuse."

"Who's ass is it?" I asked.

"Your's Master, all yours."

"Did you plug your ass so I'd punish you, cunt?" I cursed, grabbing the edges and tugging, rotating and pulling the plug out of her ass. I watched as her tight sphincter muscle slowly closed as she groaned in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"No Master," she cried, "I wasn't thinking correctly."

"Ten swats," I said, "You count them," mimicking some old porn VHS tape I had watched long ago.

"Mmm yes, Master."

I swatted her hard, harder than I'd expected to. She yelped then purred, pushing her ass out, and crying out, "One, Master."

I turned around and looked at Lexi, who was wide-eyed, her knees spread apart her cunt splayed open and glistening, "Finger fuck your hole, until I tell you to stop, little one."

"Yes, Master, Lexi cried, her hand moving to finger her aroused slit, and biting back the moan she made, not sure how much noise she should be making in a public restroom.

I swatted Carmen again, and she sang out the next number. My cock was hard in my pants, I felt the power of the moment, a Dominant disciplining his willing submissive, his slave, his slut. The thoughts streamed through my mind as I spanked her hard, to remind her who's ass it was. Who was in charge. I looked through the open door, double checking that we were alone. The public display totally private. The dissonance between how intimate it was, as I left red hand prints all over Carmen dark flesh, in a public place only amplified all of our arousal.

Finished with spanking Carmen, I went to Lexi and gripped handful of her hair, "Open your slut mouth," I spat as I pushed my jeans down and released my aching cock. 

Lexi looked up at me through a glaze of lust, her mouth open and tongue out, her hand still fingering her sex, fingers dipping inside, then swirling around her clit. I shoved my dick into her open willing mouth, and sank it deep into the back of her throat. She gagged, and then swallowed, pressing her head forward in my grip. I tugged her head towards me until I felt her throat fill with thick saliva, pooling around my engorged head.

I looked over at Carmen, who was staring at me over her shoulder, "Did I say you could look at me?" I asked, as I repeated the deep thrust into Lexi's mouth. 

Carmen turned away as I held Lexi's head, her nose pressed into my pubic hair, drool dripping from the side of her mouth. I saw Carmen lift her chin and watch me in the mirror, and I smiled down at Lexi as she was practically trying to choke herself on my cock. 

"You're a good cocksucker, little one," I said, "You make we harder just watching you."

I gripped her head, and then thrust my hips. Holding her head still and face fucking her, with wet sounds that filled the small concrete room that smelled of piss and shit. It wasn't the most tidy place, but it was in that moment the most sexy thing I'd experienced this side of succubus intoxication.

I pushed her head back and she leaned against the wall, still frigging her dripping cunt, leaving a puddle on the floor beneath her, "Make yourself cum, slut." I said and walked back towards Carmen.

"Grab your ass cheeks and spread them,"I commanded stepping behind her. 

Carmen did, and as soon as I saw her puckered hole, I gripped my cock, and pressed the spit slicked crown into her ass. I thrust hard, wanting to be in her, owning her ass, as I owned little Lexi's in the shower. She yelped at the hard thrust, my cock splitting her open. Her ass cheeks were bright red, from my spankings, and I gripped the tender flesh in my fingers. I yanked her ass back as I thrust forward.

"This is my fucking ass, slut." I said as I started to fuck her hard.

"Yes, Master," she cried, then growled, and purred, "only yours, always yours, Master. Fuck your slut's ass. Oh Fuck YESS!!"

I wasn't gentle, I reamed her ass. I owned it, I made it hurt, and she loved every moment of it, her body was alight with tremors as I neared my climax.

"Please Master, May this slave cum, please please please." she panted as she thrust her ass back to meet my pounding.

"Only after Lexi does," I spat, looking over my shoulder at Lexi who had three fingers pounding into her cunt, her other hand tapping her clit.

My look sent Lexi over the edge and she screamed out and shook. A jet of her fluids coating the floor under her as she came in a rush. Carmen heard, felt, understood and released, her ass clenching as her cunt convulsed. I felt her muscles tremble inside and I slammed home. My balls tightened then clenched shooting a fresh load of hot sperm into Carmen's ass. She collapsed forward onto the sink, gasping for breath.

I grabbed the plug from the dirty sink, ran some water to clean it off with my dick still deep in Carmen's ass. She looked up at me through the mirror and smiled a smile of pure contentment as I slid my cock free, and jammed the plug roughly up her butt.

"I'll tell you when you can take out my plug." I spat, then washed my cock off in the sink.

"Clean up and meet me in the car," I said and walked out of the dirty bathroom.

As I walked back to the car, I had to force myself not to go back and check on them. I do admit, I scanned them from a distance. They were alight with many feelings, some humiliation that seemed to spark arousal. Some pain, that also sparked contentment. Carmen's curve hummed with feelings of belonging. Lexi's was similar, but also showed a deeper need for more, as if she'd had a taste of something exquisite, and wanted to gorge on it.

I closed my eyes, and forced myself to stop scanning. I waited, eyes half closed, until I felt the car shift, and the two girls slid back inside. Lexi's face was scrubbed clean, her cheeks bright from washing. Carmen's hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and her eyes bright with contentment. They both purred as they ground their plugged asses into their seats. I backed up and headed back up the road, without a word.

Carmen leaned over and laid her head on my shoulder, eyes closing in a state of bliss. 

"Tell me what I am, Master," she said softly, almost like a little girl.

"You are mine, little one," I said and squeezed her shoulders, reaching back and gripping Lexi's knee, "Both of you are mine."

Carmen smiled, and relaxed, "You are a natural, Master."

Lexi leaned forward her waist still belted in, and kissed behind my ear. "I love you Master," she said then settled back and closed her eyes. They both slipped into a light sleep for the final miles to the RV superstore.

As I took the exit that led up the frontage road, to the large acreage where new and used RVs lined up along the interstate, my stomach grumbled. Realizing I had three orgasms in the space of six hours I was suddenly famished. I turned and drove to a small greasy spoon restaurant and woke the girls, wanting to fill my stomach before shopping for a camper.

"Oh, good idea, Papi," Carmen said as she saw where we were., "I am starving!"

"Me too!" Lexi said, the formal protocol of the early drive had lapsed into a more normal form of communication, to my relief.

Lexi unbuckled and moaned as she moved along the back seat, the plug reminding her, and she looked ashed, "I mean, Thank you Master, for thinking of this one's need."

I chuckled, "I think we should relax the protocol while in public," I said.

Lexi smiled warmly, then ground her ass into the seat before rising, "That's fine Master, but I'll be constantly reminded of you, sitting in those narrow booths."

Carmen laughed and shook her head, slipping out of the car and we all sat and ate a full meal. We talked and laughed, like a group of normal friends. Well, if normal friends shared blissful stares of sexual contentment as they groped each other under the table. We ate a voracious meal, and tipped extravagantly, before heading back out to the car and the short drive to the dealership.

Carmen pretty much knew what she wanted. A large class-C motorhome, that was more the size of a bus. It really was a converted bus, the salesman told us, the frame and engine were basically the same as the Greyhound cruisers. Everything else was customized and features added that would support up to six people comfortably. It had another generator to provide electricity, a large water tank with baffles (whatever that meant). A full kitchen that Carmen spent a lot of time looking and touching. The appliances were naturally smaller, and the refrigerator ran on propane. 

The living area in the front was made of two large sofas facing each other. There was just enough room to walk between them when in normal mode. When parked, however, the sides of the bus slid out with the aid of small motors, doubling the width of the aisle. Both sofa's made out into queen sized beds leaving the same small aisle when they were fully extended. 

The rear end of the bus housed the master suite. Just past a small restroom for the front passengers, there was a sliding door. Opening it reveals a large space with another queen sized bed arranged in the center. The door was supposed to stay open for visibility while driving, but the salesman added they had started mounting rear-facing cameras and monitors to the driver's area so it could be closed in transit. The room also had loads of storage for clothes and a larger bathroom, with a small one-person shower. 

The salesman gave me a strange look when I asked if there was an option for a two-person shower. I decided to not pursue that line, and he went back to giving us the tour. In the driver's area was comprised of two large captain's chairs, the passenger's side could swivel to face backwards. The console had large swaths of buttons, controls, gauges and dials. I felt like I'd need to go to school to be able to drive it. 

The salesman showed me it was much simpler to drive than I imagined. Many of the controls on the console were operation and status gauges for "the plant". He explained that a home on wheels had to have all the amenities that are usually associated with a house: electricity from a portable generator, water from a tank and pumping system, another tank to hold wastewater and septic systems. He showed off a series of four VCR tapes that would walk me through the whole systems involved.

"That's great," I said, "but if I leave my TV at home, how will I know how to run this thing?"

The salesman smiled, and pressed a button, that activated a motor that lifted a rolling door exposing a large television, with a full stereo system and VCR beside it.

"We've thought of everything, sir," he said with the smile of a salesman at the top of his game.

I nodded and thought about sitting down on one of the sofas. The salesman pulled up a folding table from the side, and then placed a folder with the prices, and a list of options beyond the normal package. 

"I'll leave you to think about it," he said, "Just wave for me if you want to talk more."

I opened up the folder, and looked and the prices and made a low whistle, "Wow, this isn't cheap," I said, "Wouldn't it be easier just to use hotels?"

"Jeremiah," Carmen said, "Think about how much attention you'd get taking four women into a hotel? I know we did it together, but that was in two cars, and we left in two cars."

I nodded, "That's a fair point, but this seems like a lot of money for a one time use deal."

"One time use?" Carmen asked incredulously, "C'mere Papi..."

She pulled me up, and taking my hand guided me to the read of the cabin, into the large master suite. She slid along the side of the bed, and then ran her hand up the seam between the wooden panels. About every two feet there was a recessed D-ring, she pulled one out and pulled hard on it. Nothing happened, the D-ring held fast.

"Hard points," Carmen said, "I know you're new to this BDSM thing but these are made for bearing weight, tying off rope, clipping cuffs too."

She waved her hand around the space, and the little almost invisible attachment points lined the sides, and even the across the ceiling. 

"They make them so people can tie down cargo," Carmen said sitting down, "they just happen to have a dual purpose for securing wayward sluts."

I nodded, and began to understand. This could be a mobile little love-shack for the five of us. The northwest had plenty of secluded campgrounds, old lumber trails, places where even a bus this big could practically disappear. 

Carmen saw me thinking, then slid up to me, slipping her hands along my side, and lifting to grip the backs of my shoulders, pressing her breasts to my chest, "Besides, in the woods, no one can hear the screams..."

I chuckled and looked down at her warm eyes. Lexi was busy touring the small space and yanking on the D-rings, her little body really yanking hard to see if they'd budge. They didn't, and she scanned the room with a smile. I could feel her thoughts warm as she thought of kinky things I would do to her.

"That's all fine, but Alyssa and Kelly aren't in the BDSM," I said, "Don't you think it's a bit rude to assume they'd be okay with our play."

I was somewhat shocked at myself, having become enthralled with the thoughts of BDSM in only two small scenes. Carmen smiled and shrugged, "When they are with us, we go a bit more vanilla. But the options here are limitless."

I nodded and went back to the front, sitting down and scanning the price list, and trying to understand the added options. Carmen settled beside me and pointed to things, asking for other add-ons to help make living a mobile lifestyle a bit easier. Lexi sat opposite of us, her eyes big scanning the room, as her bottom shifted against the firm cushions. She wasn't paying attention, and her demeanor made it feel like this decision was outside of her privileges.

"What do you think, Lexi?" I asked.

"Master," she said quietly, "This one trusts your decision."

"I need more than that, little one," I said again prompting her to speak her mind.

"I love it, even just as a way to travel," she explained quietly, "but the ... added features Carmen pointed out..." she faded off, and I could hear the purr in her mind, "my ropes, Carmen's flogger... so many ... options."

I smiled and checked the boxes for all the things Carmen wanted, "Go and wave down that salesman little one," I said as I looked at the payment options, "Tell him I need to call my bank."

A few hours and a stack of paperwork later, the deal was settled. The customizations Carmen wanted would take a couple of days, and then they would deliver the coach to our home address.

"Perfect," I said, shaking the salesman's hand, as we walked back to the car.

"We need to do more shopping, I presume," I said turning to Carmen. 

"Oh yes, Papi," she smiled, and slipped her arm around my waist, "Camping supplies, and... other things."

I just shook my head and let her guide me to several other stops on the way home. Sexually sated, and comfortable with the two lovely fascinating and sexy woman that trusted me so deeply, I enjoyed just spending the day with them. We filled Aly's car with gear for the RV, and even stopped at an adult bookstore along a less populated stretch of highway, and bought some more things that Carmen said we needed.

Author's Note: Thank you for reading, commenting and voting. This chapter was interesting, and ended up a bit longer than intended. The characters are sometimes difficult to control, and the plots they discover are fascinating to explore. Thanks to mgenette again for reading, editing and encouraging.



The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 09



Author's Note: Thank you for reading and voting. I read every comment and your feedback encourages me to continue this tale. I planned this chapter to be much shorter, but the characters again had other plans. Beware of some character development as Kelly and Alyssa discover more of their powers. Don't worry, we meet back up with Jeremiah, Carmen and Lexi at the end. 

This chapter is told mostly from Alyssa's perspective, and then shifts through different characters at the end. I've added names in the headers to help with the changes. I hope you enjoy! 

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Past: Alyssa

I enjoyed my shower with Carmen, we were both still buzzing from the jolt of Kelly's power. We were content to just cleanse each other and discuss the day. She was like an open book to me, as she talked about her plans for RV shopping with Lexi and Jeremiah, I also sensed her plans for introducing Jeremiah to more of the dominant-submissive kink that she and Lexi craved.

"Be careful with, Jeremiah," I said, "I think he'll enjoy your plans, but he's very sensitive about pushing limits, and forcing himself onto others."

"I know, sister," Carmen said, "I have a long plan to bring him along, and Lexi will be patient... or at least she'd better be, or I'll whip her ass..."

Carmen laughed a low rumble, then shut off the water, and reached for our towels. She tossed one over her damp shoulder and then turned me around, and wrapped a towel around my hair to help it dry, then with the other towel, she dried me off slowly. Her sensuous service to me felt wonderful in the afterglow of our tryst with Kelly. 

"Thank you, Carmen," I said, "You really are a good service slut."

Carmen's eyes widened as she grinned at me, "Mistress, you know me well, and I enjoy being at your service."

"You don't have to call me that, Carmen," I said, slightly uncomfortable, I didn't want to assume more power than any of my other sisters, "We're all equals."

"Excuse me," Carmen said quickly, "That's bullshit. Our family needs structure and hierarchy, we all have our natural strengths and spots. We all serve each other. We can't all be equal, we need J to lead, and you and Kelly are natural tops."

I thought about what she'd said. I'd researched enough about BDSM to understand her terms, and was acquiring a growing fascination with the sub-culture. The prevailing literature had sado-masochism listed as a mental disorder, but was being challenged by newer studies that showed an increasing plurality in darker sexual fantasies and preferences. 

As much as Lexi had a preference for the kinky side, I worried that it might become something she would start to obsess over. Jeremiah's clumsy first uses of his power might require some additional adjustments if she became overwhelmed in her pursuit. Carmen's experience in sexual play added a different voice to my concerns. She knew people in BDSM relationships, and she was well adjusted in her own mind regarding this need.

"It's a natural order, Alyssa," Carmen said softly, searching my eyes as I got lost in my thoughts. "You will see it if you look."

"I trust you, Carmen," I said, "I'd never given it much thought. You are a steady presence in our family. I listen to you and value your views."

If I had been wearing my glasses, I'd have pushed them up my nose. Carmen saw through my words, and licked my cheek, then kissed it.

"Thank you Doctor," she said with a tease in her voice, dropping the timbre to mimic Jeremiah's voice.

She strode out of the shower and into her closet, still damp from the shower. I slipped into my closet and picked out a comfortable skirt, and sandals. If Kelly had her way, which she often did, we'd be trying on dresses all day. Carmen waltzed out of her closet, her t-shirt stretched across her bosom, and naked below the waist. 

"Um, pants, Carmen," I said with a snicker, "you forgot pants."

She snorted and tossed her duffle bag of sex toys on the bed, then bending over she dug through the collection and pulled out two rubber plugs.

"I need a favor," she said, tossing one in my direction, and digging back through the bag and finding a tub of lube.

I instinctively caught the plug and looked at it. It was molded from heavy rubber and had a weight to it. The base was broad then narrowed to a thin section, then bloomed into the shape of a cone. 

"Um, sure..." I said walking in her direction. 

She held out the lube and then turned and put her hands on the mattress, pushing her round firm ass in my direction.

"Put some of that, on that," she said pointing at the tube, then the plug in my hand, "And then press it in here," she pulled one of her ass cheeks open and pointed at her sphincter.

"Oh!," I said, understanding, "I read about this. You want me to put in a butt plug."

Carmen shook her head, and leaned forward her chest compressing as she leaned into the mattress. Both of her arms reached back and spread her firm ass cheeks apart, giving me a clear view of the target area. I applied a good dollop of the lube, which seemed excessively cold. I spread it over the tip and along the cone, letting my fingers warm the slick jelly. I pointed the tip into the center of Carmen's muscle, and pressed steadily. 

Carmen let out an indulgent moan as I watched her ring-muscle open, the plug plunging into her tight opening. The plug wasn't excessively large, but it took a firm press for it to fully slide into her anus. When the plug reached the base of the cone, her muscles contracted along the bottom, and sealed the plug in place, leaving a black knob. She groaned and purred into the mattress as she let go of her ass and slowly rose. The black knob only slightly showing as she stood and went to find some jeans.

"Won't that be uncomfortable?" I asked.

"That's the point," Carmen said, "I don't care how much it hurts, if I'm going to make Lexi wear one all day, I'm going to wear one too."

"I think thee doth protest too much," I said with a smile, heading upstairs to meet Kelly.

"I'm not protesting at all!!" Carmen called after me.

Kelly was waiting for me at the top of the stairs, "What is Carmen protesting?" she asked innocently.

"Nothing, it's just Carmen" I said, smiling, "Are you ready?"

"Yes!" She smiled buzzing with excitement, "I know I just saw her last night, but I miss my Mommy."

"Mommy?" I said with a laugh, "Kelly you're almost 19!"

Kelly blushed and cracked a big grin at me, but stayed silent. 

We got in and she turned on the radio and started singing to a tune. She drove a bit fast, totally comfortable behind the wheel, and started towards the interstate. Her mother's house was about 90 minutes away, and her bubbly personality made the trip go by fast.

Kelly was a joy to be with, even if she was a sex demon. I could understand why Carmen could never stay mad at her. She had a natural charm to go along with her natural beauty. To add supernatural allure to the combination seemed unfair to plain girls like myself. Kelly never flaunted it, the way some girls often do, she included me in her thoughts, talking about weddings, and music. She didn't slip back into thinking about this morning, unlike Jeremiah, she didn't obsess over things that had already happened.

Time flew, and before I realized it, she was turning into her parent's drive, and bouncing out of the car to hug her mother who had appeared at the door as soon as we drove up.

"Hello Alyssa," Betsy said, brushing my cheek with a kiss as we hugged. 

Betsy was dressed flawlessly, her makeup understated but perfectly applied. I could see where Kelly had gotten her beauty from. The professional business suit, cut to show off her legs, and a blouse that plunged to the top of her cleavage, showing off an odd brown stoned pendant that hung right at the top of her decolletage. 

"I'm so glad you came," she said warmly, squeezing my hand until I lifted my eyes to hers. 'Did she realize I was checking her out?" I wondered as I tried to discern her gaze.

"I'm happy to spend any time with Kelly," I said truthfully, "Getting to know you better is also high on my to-do list. I never knew my mother well, and well you..."

"Yes," she smiled brightly, "I want to learn more about one of the women that stole my daughter's heart!"

Her words were a bit confusing, mixed with her bright smile. Did she know we were lovers, as well as sisters? I didn't know much about the fundamentalist Mormon plural marriage vows, but I was pretty sure that female-female sex was still a taboo. I tried to scan her thoughts, a slip, since I didn't want to become dependant on my powers to read people. 

She was a blank, I could read nothing from her. I was confused, I was sure I was able to last night, helping Jeremiah heal their turmoil over Kelly's two shocking revelations. She smiled enigmatically as my face shifted from confusion to concentration.

"Let's get inside," she said, slipping her arm inside the crook of my elbow. "I want to show Kelly some ideas for the wedding, and you have a box of my mother's things to look through."

Kelly slipped from her mother's grasp and scurried towards the living room, sitting down with a squeal as she opened up the binder her mother had left there. It was a huge 3-ring binder with clippings and pages from magazines glued to various pages. I had a passing thought that certainly someone would write a computer program to simplify such things. Kelly didn't mind the mess, and was instantly captivated.

Betsy pulled me down the hall into her study, where she pointed to a low sofa, and a box full of diaries, about twelve in all. The box also had photo albums, magazines, maps, and other keepsakes from a bygone era. 

"Her diaries start up in the mid-sixties," Betsy said, "She'd left the cult about ten years earlier. The stories are a bit hard to believe, I'm not sure if I believe every word. My mother had a constant weariness to her, like she was beset by demons."

Betsy paused, looking at the books, letting that word linger in the air, before turning back to look up at me, "I couldn't make sense of them," she smiled, "Perhaps you'll have better luck."

She turned to go back to the living room, then turned and looked me square in the eye. "You're welcome here, Alyssa," she said softly, "I think you will help Kelly as she grows up and becomes a mother."

With that, she left, and I sat down and started reading the first of the diaries. The pages were well preserved, the hand writing a bit rudimentary, but very strict. A hand that someone learned in a school, but never developed their own personal touch. I scanned through a few pages, then a few other random books. The books were filled, and the handwriting developed a style as the years went by. The final books though were rougher, as it was clear her hand started to tremble with age. I whistled, to myself, what a treasure to have such a rich thought history of a loved on.

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6/3/1965 - Deborah

I suppose I should write these things down. To purge my sins and my guilt over what I have done. I have no regrets, though I know taking a life is wrong. I have questioned if the lives I took were truly human. Looking back, perhaps they were as corrupt as I, or maybe more so. 

If I accept what I am, who they say I am, then I am already damned. If I dwell on my actions, I'm doubly damned. So I can only look to the light, and hope by writing down my sins, I can purge them and somehow be happy. Live my life for me, and not for any man. Teach my daughter, and hope her fate is better than mine.

So. The beginning. The awakening, my coming of age and my horrible sin. 

I think I need to explain first, what surrounded me. The order had changed after the war. I was a young girl, not quite a teen when peace had come. But I knew enough that our soldiers had left, and died on the beaches in the Pacific, the deserts of Africa, or the cities in Europe. In our small community, we had a dozen widows, and twice as many fatherless children. 

My father had been too old to fight. He was a bitter old man, twice the age of my mother, who doted on him. She was his second wife, his first dying of influenza in the early thirties. I was their first child, a female. His shame of me only grew worse as I grew older. Why wasn't I a male? He had no heir, I was his last, and only child.

His hate for me simmered as the war drew to a close. Twelve widows meant twelve husbandless wives. The collected elders, most of them were decent, but a few were corrupt. The corrupt, of course, took advantage of the decent, and an edict was made. Widows could be remarried, plural marriages were legal. The sect had always accepted plural marriages as a word of revelation, from their so-called God. But this was different. No discernment, no word of knowledge. The twelve widows were allotted to the heads of the lines, and that was that. 

My father, since he was advanced in age, took one of the older widows, and her young infant son, Jediah. She was a third of his age, ten years younger than my mother. She took her place in his bedroom, and my mother was put out, sharing a room with me. She never complained, her dedication to that old fool was steadfast. No seed was planted in the fertile soil, and soon my father's wrath was again felt by my backside.

I took his hatred in stride. Part of me thought I deserved it, not being male. But as I grew into puberty, I blossomed. My appearance became more comely, my breasts grew and my waist shrunk. My eyes and smile could make even the sternest of men smile. My father's hatred dried up when I looked at him and smiled. He was shocked, and talked with the other elders. 

His line of Baraqiel (his temple name, no one used it in public, to keep true origin of our lines obscured) had largely been associated with the muscle of the sect. They were powerful men, used to getting their way, and if not forcing their way. My father's treatment of me before I grew into womanhood is testament to that. But the lore of the line is that ancient females of the line were powerful seductresses. They called me 'little succubi,' which I didn't understand at the time.

The elders though confirmed that I had the true blood of the Baraqiel, and I would have an old school ordination as the Baraqiel priestess.

The didn't know that I had plans for that day. I started to understand what succubi meant, and I waited, biding my time for that day to approach.

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I closed the book, looking for a scrap of paper to hold my place, the pages too precious to dog-ear. I found a photo in the box, a picture of a beautiful blonde woman in the mid-60s, mid-thirties with a voluptuous body that had the familiar allure of Kelly and Betsy. I used the photo to save my place, and wandered back towards the living room.

The morning's activities still had me aroused, the story of Kelly's grandmother coming of age, confirming our theories of her power. Thinking about her power, and then drifting to think about Carmen, and Lexi, and how Jeremiah would be dealing with their needs. I focused on him for a moment, and with a jolt sudden feeling of lust washed through my flesh. Flicking between my distant lovers I inhaled slowly as I felt a dark power well up, almost feeding on their lust. My nipples hardened in need, and I felt my insides melt. I blinked and returned my focus to my location. Seeing Kelly there, I pushed a thought, a strong suggestion, 'seduce your mother.'

Kelly's back stiffened as she received my telepathic message, and with a nod of acceptance, she inhaled slowly. Then I lost my breath, as she pushed her powers out hard, her body pulsing, a light with an inner fire, her flesh glowing. I was awestruck, and my cunt instantly leaked. I looked towards her mother,a feeling a feral grin of lust cross my features. I felt a dark lust overwhelm me, I wanted to possess her, and feed from her emotions.

Betsy sat unaffected by Kelly's glowing aura of sexual energy, and sensing my look she turned and saw me, her face darkening in a frown and an odd recognition. 

She turned back to look at her daughter, who was breathing heavily as my suggestion had kicked off some hidden taboo, a secret desire. Kelly was beginning to ramp up the arousal in the room. I could almost taste the sensation, and licked my lips. I gathered the skirt of my dress in my hands to pull it over my head as I approached the pair.

Betsy, however, still sat calmly, and reached gently to grip Kelly's arm, "Kelly, stop that right now..."

As quickly as Kelly's sexual power bloomed igniting the room, Betsy's touch doused the flame. Kelly slumped back, powerless as her mother held her arm. She looked at her daughter with concern. Betsy then turned to me, her eyebrow raised. I almost screeched in pain as the sexual energy was sucked out of the room. The absence of the energy that I fed upon was palpable. My hands opened, letting my skirt fall back down. I looked as Betsy, my features a mix of frustration, confusion and a dark need I'd never felt before.

"Alyssa," she said quietly, "Come here, we need to talk."

I obeyed instantly, which only added to my confusion. I stepped around the sofa and sat down. Feelings of guilt, shame, arousal, hunger, need, and anger clouded my thoughts. Sitting next to Betsy a semblance of clarity returned, and I reviewed my actions. I couldn't really understand what had prompted me to push that thought to Kelly. I knew I'd felt Jeremiah's lust from a distance, but the thought was unlike me. It felt foreign, and evil, and dark, like something had infected me.

"I'm so sorry, Betsy," I said, lifting my eyes to her, "I don't know what came over me."

"I do," she said, and reached out her hand to grab mine. 

I felt a soothing ripple shoot from her being, not from her hand, but from the center of her body. I looked down and the plain brown stone was glowing with a web of golden tendrils. I felt it's power purge my soul of the infectious, evil thoughts. I quieted again, and looked up at her speechless.

"We are all fallen," Betsy said, taking a deep breath, "Did you not think my mother would have taught me to protect myself?"

"Protect from who?" I asked, confused, "I don't understand."

"The dark ones, the spirits, the craven," Betsy said, using words that surprised me given her whole persona was typical powerful white female executive. "They hover over my mother's journals like a cloud. I should have expected this, I'm sorry."

I felt confusion crease my eyes, as I looked at Betsy. Fallen. Spirits. Craven. Words that struck a chord in my inner being. I felt a mix of revulsion and a attraction. I began to have a theory.

"Are we of that lineage?" I asked, trying to understand, what her words meant.

"Baraqiel, is my line," Betsy said, shaking her, and then nodded to Kelly, "Our line, we are the last two that I know of. But, we are not spirit. We are daughters of the Grigori, the Watchers, fallen angels, halflings. We are not like the dark spirits like you just felt, they can take no physical form. They can only influence flesh with emotions, trying to influence their wills. Drawing them into the darkness."

She closed her eyes, and the glow in the amulet faded, and when she looked up again, she smiled at me, like everything was normal, "That is if you believe all the ancient mumbo-jumbo."

I sat for a moment, stunned. The dark thoughts had fed off my emotional state, and influenced my action in such a perverse manner. I rubbed a hand to my temple, as my thoughts and emotions returned to normal, soothing a dull throb in my head. I looked back up at Betsy, her eyes full of concern, but calm, as she waited for me to respond.

"With what I've seen the past few months," I said, "I don't know what to believe. I'm not religious at all, I don't believe in a god, other than the universe we've come from."




The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 09



"Of course there is a God," Betsy said, "but you'll come to your own understanding in time. My mother was sure that God hated her, hated beings like her. With her father, and the cultic teachings of the Priesthood, it would be a surprise if she didn't feel that way."

Kelly blinked, listening attentively to her mother, but confusion rolling through her eyes as she listened to her mother speak.

"Kelly you've obviously been using your power," she said, trying to help her understand "I have the same power, though I have only used a few times. My mother protected me from the evil of the Priesthood and the dark spirits that had corrupted their leaders. It cost her deeply, maybe even her soul." 

Becky quieted and lifted her eyes up for a brief moment before lowering to look back to me, "My mother trained me not to use it for selfish reasons, and I have found no reason to use my powers. Bob loves me for who I am, not because of the power I possess."

Kelly and I nodded to indicate we'd heard her, and understood her. Then Kelly flushed as a blush of shame and guilt crossed her features and she leaned in and hugged her mother tightly. 

"Kelly," Betsy said with a smile, "Do not be ashamed. Please dear, it is who you are, it is part of you. I only want you to understand it, and use it well."

Kelly nodded but leaned into her mother, crying quietly. I could sense her emotions as she started to understand how her power had bloomed. She thought of Jeremiah, and their first time, how she had felt. How his power had triggered her own, and in turned had influenced Lexi and Carmen. She couldn't express her feelings, but I was able to sense her turmoil, and pushed some calming thoughts in her direction.

"Alyssa, how do you understand your power?" Betsy asked, shifting her attention to me, as she consoled her daughter.

"I can read thoughts, I can push suggestions." I said confidently, "The better my connection the easier it is to suggest and the stronger the suggestion. I'm afraid Kelly has been one of my test subjects. Well all of us, Jeremiah and I communicate through thoughts regularly. I can also read and influence Lexi and Carmen."

"Only sexually?" Betsy asked, and I quickly drew back, feeling like it was an accusation. 

"Oh stop, dear," Betsy said squeezing my hand, "We're all adults here. I love sex, and after Jeremiah's adjustments, I've been able to use my powers a tiny bit to draw Bob closer to me. I only asked, to see if you'd expanded testing into other areas."

"Well, I haven't had a lot of opportunity for controlled testing," I said, thinking the best way to test was scientifically, and her including Jeremiah suddenly was confusing to me. I kept chewing on that thought as she continued her questioning.

"Do you know your line?" Betsy asked, " I saw your face flash in recognition of Baraqiel."

"Penemue," I said, "and Jeremiah is a Yeqon."

"Of course," Betsy said, "I knew that of Jeremiah, he has his grandfather's power, but not his corrupt thoughts."

"You knew his grandfather?" I asked taken aback by her familiarity.

"Me? no... My mother knew his wickedness well, it's documented in her diaries." Betsy explained, "Be careful what you share with Jeremiah, there are some very dark tales there. He needs to know them, but with care. His father, it seems broke the corrupt cycle his grandfather embraced."

"Wait," I said, finally collecting my thoughts about Jeremiah's first meeting of Betsy and Bob, "This amulet you're wearing, it protects you?"

Betsy nodded, "Yes, but it also limits my own power. No power, angelic, spirit, or halfling, can affect me, or what I am touching. However, I can't project or use my powers while I wear it. So it is helpful. I often wear it when I want to be sure I won't be tempted by the dark spirits. Often, I need to wear it to read my mother's books."

"Why didn't you wear it when you met us the first time?" I asked, "I'm sure, with your knowledge of ... this ... you suspected that Kelly had changed, her life shifted so abruptly."

"I had it with me, in my purse." Betsy said, then sighed, "I wanted to trust my daughter, I didn't want her to be corrupted. But I had a feeling from her calls, that whomever had influenced her wasn't like the Priesthood. She kept talking about this Jeremiah, after she'd regained contact with me. I didn't know what Jeremiah was, but I felt that he was the only person that could change me, I wanted him to fix me."

"Fix you how?" I asked, honestly, I was missing something.

"My mother's hatred of everything that came with being a halfling. Her rejection of her powers. She used them to escape the darkness, but ... " Betsy stalled, as if unwilling to explain more about her mother. 

Finally after a long pause, she explained, "She was bitter, angry and spiteful, especially when she was younger. She taught me how to hate, how to fight and how to always be on guard. It was tiring, and I didn't want to fight my own daughter. Surrender was the only way through... and I surrendered to Jeremiah."

"And last night..." I asked, leading her to continue.

"Jeremiah is a special boy," she stated with confidence and a quiet respect, "He treated both Bob and I so well. I had so much hatred in me, that Bob... Without Kelly near us, Bob was pulling away from me. Jeremiah recognized my struggle, and smoothed it out. He let me feel love and to love again. For that I trusted him a second time."

"So you knew all along," I said quietly.

"No," Betsy said, "Not the details, not about the pregnancy, not about the union of you five. That I understood better last night. I wouldn't have wished it for my baby girl," she struggled for a moment, then hugged Kelly tightly, rubbing her back, "But I know my girl is powerful, and I know she'll be a great wife, sister and mother."

"I want you to know," I said, feeling like I needed to confirm her feelings, "Jeremiah is the most caring man I've ever met. He made a mistake, out of ignorance, he didn't know his powers existed, he never knew his father. Once he realized what he'd done, he was tortured by guilt. He was determined to make things right."

"How did you come to know Jeremiah?" she asked, wanting to know more.

"We'd been friends since freshmen year," I answered," He knew I was a lesbian, and it didn't scare him away. He was always a loyal friend. I hated to see him feel so guilty about what he had done to Kelly and Lexi."

"What did he do exactly?" Betsy asked, curiously. I stiffened, unsure if I should tell her the whole story, and she saw my feelings, "It's done Alyssa, I accept that Kelly, as much as she is still the daughter I raised. She is not the same girl that left for college last fall. I'm sure college changed you too."

I nodded and looked at Kelly, checking to see if she was okay with me telling her story. She nodded and rested against her mother's side. I looked back at Betsy and took in a deep breath.

"When they first met, he lowered her morality curve, and limited her self-control. Basically making her seek satisfaction in anything pleasurable." I said, trying to coach my terms in clinical terms, not wanting to say...

"He made them into sluts." Betsy said.

"Yeah," I replied, "well, I don't this that was his intention. I think he was drunk, a bit horny, and Kelly was available. He wanted to console her, she was sad."

"I didn't like him at first," Kelly said quietly, "He seemed like any other college jerk, and I had just broken up with my boyfriend... funny, I can't even remember his name... " she shook her head as if casting off a bad thought, "But after we kissed, I felt an instant attachment to Jeremiah. Then this glow erupted out of me, and ... well.. we had sex."

"You awakened," Betsy said softly, rubbing her daughter's shoulder. "I should have told you, so at least you'd know what it was. I was hoping that you wouldn't be like me. I hoped you could be just normal."

We ended up tell the whole tale, Kelly unabashedly telling her mother of her first time with Jeremiah. How they both seduced Lexi and Carmen. How she felt hungry for sex, and more sex. I explained what Jeremiah had told me, about how he understood their morality curves, and how he changed them. I explained about our test to discover how his power worked, and how Jeremiah fixed me, enabling me to fully love him. We switched back and forth telling about our meeting at the hotel to fix Kelly and Lexi. How Carmen helped care for them. How Jeremiah healed Carmen's heart. How we found our connection. Everything. To Betsy's credit she took it all in stride.

"It could have been much, much, worse," Betsy said, "Jeremiah was reckless but his heart was in the right place."

"Mom," Kelly said, "I'm worried about my friend Jenn."

"Oh, why?" Betsy asked. 

Kelly carefully told the story, "Well, one day while Carmen was in class, Jenn stopped by for a visit. Lexi and I seduced her, and ... "

"She had too much?" Betsy asked.

'Yes," Kelly nodded, "Carmen came back and had to drag us away from her. She was limp, unconscious. I didn't know about my powers, then, ... did I? Well this morning, Oh Mommy, I'm scared."

While Betsy quieted and comforted her daughter. I explained what happened this morning, and what I knew of Jenn's situation. 

"It sounds like it might have been your influence." Betsy said, "It's mostly harmless in short doses, overwhelms the nervous system with serotonin. Mostly people find it incredibly pleasurable, mostly no long term effects. How has she been since then."

"That's the thing," Kelly said wiping a tear, "In the excitement of moving, I didn't see her again before we left. Her emails sound different. She talks about sex all the time. Found a boyfriend, and talks about moving with him to Nevada. It just doesn't sound like her."

"Oh dear, sounds like she's addicted." Betsy paled, "This talk of a new boyfriend and northern Nevada... that sounds like old school Priesthood influence. Does she have family close?"

"No, she's an orphan, like Lexi." Kelly said, suddenly more concerned for her friend.

"You need to get to her, as quickly as you can," Betsy said, "Jeremiah can fix her, and Alyssa can help."

"Well, Jeremiah is buying the RV today," I said, "We should be able to leave soon, we can stop by the school on the way to Montana."

"She can't leave until after summer semester," Kelly said, "but she's sounds like she's mostly blowing off the classes she's taking." Kelly started biting the tips of her fingers, under the nails, and I pushed a thought for her to stop. She did and just leaned into her mother.

"It will be alright, sweetie," Betsy crooned. We all sat in silence allowing Kelly to work through her feelings, and sadness. Betsy finally shifted and rose walking out of the room.

"Kelly," she said coming back in, "Would you do me the honor of wearing my wedding dress when you marry Jeremiah?"

She held a Bohemian style dress from the early seventies with embroidered detail on the lace. The top was liked a halter, shoulderless, and was heavily embroidered, the bodice was stunning as the beading drew the eyes to the narrow waist. There were layers of tulle & a net underskirt which made it look fuller. Kelly marveled, standing up and putting it to her chest, modeling it.

"Oh mother, of course," she cried, "It's perfect! Thank you!"

Kelly started to go in the backroom and try on the dress, when Betsy took her arm, "Dear, let Alyssa try on the dress."

"What, why me?" I asked standing tentatively, confused because my thin frame was so different from Kelly's curvaceous body.

"So she can see what it looks like on her, of course," Betsy said, holding the dress out to me.

"This is weird," I thought to myself, as Kelly looked on wide-eyed. I decided to go along with what Betsy wanted, and plastered a smile on my face, and said, "Okay..."

I grabbed the dress and went into the study where I was reading the diaries, shutting the door behind me. I looked at the dress, it was great condition for it's age. The beading was precise and I carefully laid it on top of the box of books. I pulled my skirt off my shoulders and stood in just my bra and panties, and then lifted the dress up and pulled it down. It didn't fit, I was too slim compared to Kelly's more generous curves. My smaller breasts left the bodice gaping, almost falling down if I didn't hold it up with my hands. 

I sighed, frustrated, the whole thing made me feel undesirable. My coltish frame was better suited behind a library desk, or in a lab somewhere. Me, in a wedding dress? Well that was one reason I gave Jeremiah his ring back. I never liked being the center of attention, and was self-conscious of my body. I could never pull off such a role as blushing bride. It was better that Kelly would be marrying Jeremiah, she would make the better looking bride.

Feeling self-conscious and defeated, I walked back into the room. Betsy saw me and lifted the brown stone pendant from her neck, and placed it on the coffee table. I looked at her curiously, not sure what to expect any more.

"Oh, that is perfect," Betsy said as I pulled at the gaping bodice, confusion welled up at me at her words. Perfect was not a word I was expecting from anyone.

"Now, Alyssa, I want you to look at Kelly," Betsy said taking my hand.

Kelly stood up, with the same quizzical look that I'm sure my face was showing. She faced me, and looked at me. Her eyes betraying what I already knew, the dress looked horrible on me. I sighed and looked over at Betsy.

"Wouldn't it be better if Kelly wore this and looked in a mirror?" I asked as I felt Betsy's hand start to glow.

"Just a little bit of power, just to jump start you," Betsy said ominously, then continued in a low even tone, "I want you to look at Kelly, and like you pushed your thoughts earlier towards her, pull her appearance into you."

I did a double-take from looking at Kelly to Betsy. 

"What?" I asked shifting my eyes between the pair.

"You are Penemue, beyond what you've discovered your line has other abilities," Betsy explained, "At least I think it does, you're the first halfling I've known besides mother. Try to pull Kelly's appearance into you."

I looked back at Kelly and took a moment to admire her lovely figure, full breasts, slim waist, trim abdomen, long legs... I tugged at them, using a bit of the glow of power that Betsy fed me, then feeling my own power pulse, I inhaled deeply. 

Suddenly my view shifted, Kelly and Betsy grew taller, and grew fuzzy. I noticed the dress tightening around my small breasts as Kelly's eyes widened. She stared and I didn't know what was the matter. I whipped my head to look behind me, and noticed a halo of blonde hair flowing blurrily past my eyes. I dropped my gaze, and my arms were blurry, the dress was blurry. I looked up and squinted as I looked at blurry Betsy and back to blurry Kelly.

"Oh," Betsy said, "this might help." She reached up and took off my glasses. 

Things snapped into focus, and I saw Kelly smiling in amazement. I looked down and my skin had a bronze tone to it, my fingers and hands were shapely. My breasts spilled out perfectly from the bodice of the gown, and it suddenly fit snugly, ... no... perfectly.

"Breathe dear," Betsy said. 

I hadn't realized I was holding my breath and I exhaled, expecting everything to shift back. I realized that I was looking eye to eye with Kelly instead of being a few inches taller. I lifted my suddenly perfect hand to my hair and tugged a blonde lock in front of my eyes. I dropped it with a start then lifted both hands to cup my suddenly full breasts.

"What...?" I was speechless, why had Kelly read my thoughts, and spoken what I was thinking.

I hurried down to the bathroom, I turned on the light and leaned on the counter staring into the mirror at... Kelly.

"The fuck!?" Kelly's voice came out as I moved my lips, her lips.

I walked back out, and looked at Kelly and her mother as she watched me.

"I thought you could," Betsy said, "but seeing it is more amazing that reading about it."

"I did this?" I asked again hearing Kelly say the words but her mouth was closed.

Betsy nodded, "You can take on any shape you see, and hold that look indefinitely. 

"Can I change back to me?" I said panickedly in Kelly's soprano, "I like me..."

"Push yourself back out," Betsy said, holding my hand.

I thought and pushed and exhaled and felt the dress deflate as the ground fell away. The room was blurry again, but more familiar type of blur, matching the world when I took off my glasses. I looked at Betsy and pulled inhaling, and suddenly the dress fit again, only differently.

"Oh dear," Betsy said looking at a reflection of herself in her old wedding dress, "it still fits!"

"Shiit...". I breathed looking at her response. The word sounding even more profane in her cultured tone expelling from my lips. 

I pushed and exhaled, and then looked back at Kelly and pulled inhaling. Kelly started laughing as my body felt like it went through a roller coaster of elevation at the quick changes I'd made. Then Kelly leaned into me and hugged me. 

"Oh Alyssa," she said, "it is amazing, you... are me."

"Well, no," I said, in her voice, "I'm still me, only looking like you. Well and talking like you."

I pushed back from her with a smile as I accepted what I'd thought was impossible. I turned around and modeled the dress. The twirl was executed better in my head, I stumbled a bit, my center of gravity had shifted, but I made it, then struck a pose.

"How do I look as a bride?" I asked with a cute Kelly sounding giggle.

"I look beautiful," Kelly said using her own mouth, "and you are beautiful too!! The real you I mean."

Suddenly I had to know. I pushed out, snapping back into Aly-form. I tugged the dress carefully off me, then pulled off my bra and pulled down my panties.

"I'm not sure that's necessary," Betsy said.

"We're all adults here," I said with a smile, looking at Kelly and pulling her into me.

I looked at Kelly as she smiled, "Perfect!"

I lifted my hands and felt my breasts, the nipples were Kelly's, I was well familiar with suckling them, and the feeling of touching them sent a jolt of arousal through my body. I lowered my hand and ducked my head down, combing my perfect fingers through my soft blonde muff. A touch sent a shiver through my nerves. 

Naked and aroused, I looked at Betsy, "Do I have her powers too?"

"No dear," she said, deadpan, as I touched myself intimately, "just her nervous system."

I was suddenly a bit more jealous of Kelly, as I felt how her body responded to stimulus. Kelly's own power started to pulse as she watched me. Betsy reached and grabbed her pendant, then grabbed hold of Kelly's hand.

"We don't need to let this get out of control." Betsy said with a smile, "You two have plenty of time to experiment when I'm not present."

I expected to snap back into my normal form when Betsy put the pendant back on.

"Why am I still here?" I asked, "I thought touching the stone would stop our powers."

"It's a Baraqiel stone," Betsy said, "It only limits our powers, not yours."

I tried to assume Becky's form, forgetting that I was naked, but wanting to test. I couldn't change, her body was unavailable to me. I exhaled and pushed my own body back. I tried to shift back to Kelly, but with Betsy holding her hand, I couldn't shift back. Betsy handed me back my glasses and I slipped them back over my ears, pressing them up my nose.

"Fascinating," I said, lowering down to pick up my panties and bra and redressing, "So it is keyed to your line's powers, what about Jeremiah and I?"

"There are other stones," Betsy said, "this one my mother ripped from the high-priest's breastplate, right after she killed him."

"What?" I said stunned.

"It's all in mother's diaries," Betsy said, "She told me it was cathartic to write down all her sins. I suggest you study them closely. Learn from her mistakes, and help my daugher and Jeremiah."




The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 09



She grabbed my hand in her free hand, "You, Alyssa, can help them, with your telepathy." She looked back and forther between me and Kelly, "You each hold a key piece to the puzzle, if you're going to defeat the Priesthood..."

Suddenly I was afraid, I didn't sign up to be in a superpowered squad of half-angels. I didn't want to fight evil spirits, demons. I felt incredibly over my head. I felt Betsy put her arms around me. 

"I know it's all overwhelming, dear," Betsy said, "I've been troubled since we ate dinner at the restaurant, the night we met." She drew back looking up slightly to capture my eyes, "It's clear to me, that there is something larger than all of us at work, even using our mistakes to bring you three, ... no, the five of you together."

"Lexi and Carmen aren't like us," I said, "Nothing I've ever felt from them is like I feel from Jeremiah or Kelly."

'That doesn't mean they aren't important," she said, "They are part of you, you are all entwined and entangled. It's more than just your physical attractions and connections. Your souls are meshed. You feel it, that pendant you all share tells me you already know that."

"Mom's right," Kelly said, "I've felt that connection from the moment I met each of you, a harmony that feels ... whole."

I nodded and hugged them both, kissing their cheeks, "I never imagined, anything like this..."

Betsy took the Baraqiel stone pendant and pushed it into Kelly's hand, "This is yours now, it will protect you, any of you, from angelic powers and ward off the dark spirits." She looked at me, as she spoke, "My mother's diaries, are dark. This can help you ward off their insidious lies. I wish i has a stone for each of you, I fear you'll need it."

I understood with her words, and feeling her thoughts, that we'd finished the explorations of our powers. Mother and daughter held hands and returned to their sofa. I went back to the study to retrieve my skirt, pulling it over my familiar form. Smiling as I realized that Kelly was right, I was beautiful, just different from her beauty. My flesh shone, a different light than Kelly's but it seemed more radiant. I shook my head and walked back to join the girls.

We talked more details, planned a schedule of events for the wedding, talked about the Bed & Breakfast remodel. Things shifted back to normal, as I filed the incredible events of the day into the back of my mind. As we left, Betsy to meet Bob for dinner, and Kelly and I to return home, I carried the box of books and keepsakes to Kelly's car, settling it into the trunk. I slipped into the passenger seat and looked over at Kelly as Betsy's car slipped out of the driveway.

"Ready to go home?" I asked pulling her image onto my body, the seat belt tightening around my bosom.

Kelly laughed as she looked at me, my dress tight against her full breasts, "Yes, though you look better as you in that dress."

I pushed myself back out, and giggled. Kelly turned on the radio and we headed back home. The road home was interesting, still a bit surprised by the other facet to my powers, I wanted to experiment. While Kelly drove and sang, I watched the passengers in other cars. I slipped through a series of other shapes and sizes, making sure their sizes near mine. I knew Kelly didn't want to see a fat trucker wearing my slim dress.

She laughed as I flipped my shape, shrinking into a young teenage girl, then her slightly older and more muscular brother. My voice and feeling shifted as I assumed different forms. The young mother felt bone tired as she tried to console her crying baby, I felt like I just wanted to sleep. My joints ached as I tried on the grandmother kindly reminding her husband to stay in his lane, I felt her tremor of panic as his car slid closer to ours.

The darkness concealed my fun, the only illumination the dashboard lights made it impossible to see my body change in the flashes of time the other cars were beside us. Kelly was my only audience and she would laugh, or groan. The only limit to my powers was the outfit I was wearing, I wondered if I could pull that over me too. I practiced with a young college aged boy, in jeans and a plaid button up. Kelly flinched as suddenly it wasn't a new shape in my dress, but a whole different person.

"Aly?" she asked the young man.

"Yep," he said in a deeper voice, then giggled, which sounded really weird in a deep baritone. 

I switched back, half expecting to be naked, but my dress was exactly like I left it. It was like I pulled on two forms over myself and what I was wearing. But size wasn't a problem. That fat trucker filled Kelly's passenger seat shifting the chassis as his bulk weighed it down. The waif thin waitress driving home in her polyester uniform reminded me why I liked natural fibers.

About ten miles from home I grew bored, and stayed in my form for the home stretch.

"Worn out?" Kelly asked.

"Not really," I said, "It doesn't drain me, in fact the opposite, I feel charged."

"Same with me," she said, "When I project, the buzz stays with me, I feel energized and powerful. I just wish there was more than sex demon. Don't get me wrong it is amazing, but limited use as a superpower."

"You know what a sucky super power is?" I asked, "Super flatulence."

"Gross!" Kelly laughed, and the mood lightened. 

She pulled into the driveway, and stopped the car, "How should we tell them," Kelly asked me.

I pulled her shape over me, "I think we should just show them," her voice replied.

"Your evil," Kelly smiled, getting out of the car.

"Fallen angels are misunderstood," I said with her lilt in my voice, slipping out and joining arms as we entered the front door.

I probably should have scanned the house first.

Present: Jeremiah

Carmen and Lexi returned from the sex shop, with two bags of things, slipping into the car with mischievous grins, "Take us home, Master!" the exclaimed in unison.

I pulled out, and headed back home, "Why do I think that my hands will be full when I get home?" I asked.

"Drive us home, Master," Carmen said, "You won't be disappointed."

The drive went quickly as my brain slipped through several possibilities. I wondered if I could even have a fourth erection, but the tightness in my jeans soon made that thought moot. I slipped into the empty driveway and the girls raced out of the car.

"Meet us in the living room, Master," Carmen called as she entered the house.

I slipped inside the door, and figured I would be overdressed if I remained clothed. Stripping down I tossed my clothes in a pile by the door, noticing a stream of clothes lining the path to Kelly's office. As I pulled on my stiffening erection, the door opened and Lexi came out, naked. Well except for the leather collar around her neck and two leather cuffs fastened around her wrists. Behind her Carmen wore a similar collar, but her body was masked by Lexi's lithe form. 

Lexi walked towards me, knelt, and looked up at me, shifting her arms behind her back. My eyes watched her as she looked up at me and leaned closer rubbing her cheek against my cock, her mouth opening and sucking in the head. I groaned at the feel of her warm wet mouth. My eyes flicked back up to look at Carmen, and did a double take, Carmen had grown a penis.

Well no, it was a strap-on. Though a lifelike dildo hung between her legs, it was of a similar skin tone, as she gripped the base and stroked it slowly, looking at Lexi sucking my cock with humid eyes.

"What's that for?" I asked, my hand combing through Lexi's hair and gripping a handful of her amber locks, tugging her roughly until her nose buried in my pubic hair. I could feel her moan against my flesh, and her purr of arousal in her mind.

"That one," Carmen said, pointing at Lexi, "Wants to be double penetrated... If you'll allow it, Master."

I groaned at the thought, and looked at Carmen with a lustful glare. I held Lexi's head still and rolled my hips slowly fucking her mouth, then pulled her head back, "Is that right, my slut? Maybe you should beg for it?"

She looked up at me, her body trembling with desire and pent up lust, "Please Master, fill both of my holes, fuck my cunt, fuck my ass... Use me for you pleasure, Master." 

Her pleading made my cock twitch in front of her, and her irises dilated at the sight. Carmen walked up behind her and gripped her head, lowering her mouth to her sisters panting lips and kissing her deeply. The looking up at me as Lexi panted below her.

"Master, I am at your disposal, use me as you wish." She purred, her hand still stroking her cock, pressing it into her cunt and grinding her hand into her core.

I paused, then realizing they were patiently waiting for me to command them, I stepped back. 

"On your back right here, right now, slut." I said looking at Carmen, and she slipped to her back lying with her head towards the door, her breast full and enticing. 

"Mount her slut," I commanded Lexi, tugging her head and then pushing her towards Carmen's supine form.

Lexi crawled over to Carmen her pale freckled skin a tantalizing contrast to Carmen's brown flesh. Carmen held her strap-on dildo, stroking sexily. Lexi slid forward, spreading her thighs astride Carmen's hips. 

I knelt down behind Lexi, kneeling between Carmen's knees. I placed my hand under Lexi's sex, pushing my fingers into her aroused flesh, feeling her copious arousal coat my fingers. My thumb tapped the base of the still present ass plug. I gripped my cock,and guided it into Lexi's opening, feeling her heat, the feel of her tight pussy tighter from the rubber plug in her ass.

"Ohh.. fuck!" was all she could say as my hot cock slid into her cunt. I groaned as my thrust coated my cock with her slippery arousal. Spreading her cheeks apart I gripped the base of the plug and slowly tugged, twisting back and forth to unseat the invading cone. She groaned and shifted her hips, chasing the plug as it slowly pulled from her ass.

"Hold still," I said swatting her ass hard enough to leave a reddening hand print. 

The bite of pain in her buttocks only made her purr, but she stilled her hips to my command. I kept my hips pressed deep, my rigid member deep in her cunt. I could feel the plug retract along my shaft until it the base pulled free and the plug slid out. Her ass gaped open, inviting me to slide my thumb into her ass, saving my place.

I drew back my hips, drawing my cock free as my hand kept her hips steady, "Slide your cock in, now," I commanded Carmen.

Carmen had been stroking her fake cock, grinding the base of the harness into her aroused flesh. She'd lifted her other arm up to pull Lexi's chest down, mashing their breasts together as I had removed the plug. At my command, she slid her hand to the head of the rubber dildo, and reached down to rub the tip along Lexi's hot wet cunt. Finding the opening, she lifted her hips, and Lexi curled her hips down. 

Lexi groaned as I watched the fake cock cleave into her crease, until it was in her completely. She ground her hips to get as much in her as possible, the pressure causing Carmen to purr as she felt the base press into her sensitive clitoris. I stroked my cock, testing the lubrication of Lexi's hyper-aroused fluids, then spat into my hand, spreading the slick saliva over my engorged crown. I pressed the now slick tip under my invading thumb, pulling it out as I pressed my hips forward and pushed the purple head of my cock into her tight asshole.

"Ohhh fuck.. yes.. unghhh, fuck! mnnhh, oh please yes...fill this slut's ass...," She groaned as my shaft disappeared slowly inside her ass.

Carmen started rolling her hips, and I felt her oddly firm plastic dong slide against my invading cock. The tightness of her passage was increased by the two invading columns, one of hot flesh and one of cooler rubber. I groaned and reached forward grabbing a handful of Lexi's red mane and pulled her head back. I then started to fuck her ass with longer strokes, finding a beat that matched Carmen's rolling thrusts.

"Oh fuck, so fucking tight." I moaned, "You like getting your ass reamed, little slut?"

Just then the door swung wide, as Lexi cried out in a deep moan of lust, "Yes! Master, fuck my ass!"

I froze as I saw Kelly standing beside ... Kelly, and both of their eyes widened. 

Lexi was pushing her hips back and also froze at the odd sight of two blonde goddesses at our entry.

Carmen seeing the look on my face, craned her neck backwards to see the upside image of two identical women mouth agape at our lustful tryst.

"The fuck?" Carmen said.

"Jeremiah!" cried the Kelly on the right, "What..." 

She was scanning the scene, the black leather collars that Lexi and Carmen caught her gaze. Then her hand followed Lexi's neck as her head was pulled back by my fistful of hair. She gasped slightly the shock of our scene. Her emotions flicked between revulsion, shock, disgust, an odd flavor or arousal that was flavored with shame. I was momentarily confused as these emotions were something Kelly never had associated with sex. 

Then the Kelly on the left smiled, then turned to her twin and lifted off an odd pendant, whose brownstone was starting to glow gold.

"We can take this off I think," Kelly said to Kelly and suddenly the temperature of the room bloomed, the lust we'd felt just before the door opened, doubled and kept rising. My hips drew back and slammed forward. Right Kelly began to glow, and Left Kelly dropped the pendant then started undressing. Right Kelly mirrored her twin.

I was caught in a mist of confusion only fueled by my accelerating lust.

Past: Kelly

My thoughts were still swimming from the events of the day. The drive up had been so fun. My mother's house had been a mess of emotions, and strangeness. I still was a bit unsettled that my mother had known about the potential for my new found abilities and had stayed silent about that for all of my life. I never was allowed to touch grandmother's things, I barely remembered my grandmother. My life had be so twisted and canted in the last six months, sometimes I was overcome by the joy of my four heart mates, and other times, a flash of confusion and dizziness as my mind tried to fit things into place.

The drive home had been strange. I loved being with Aly, we were both so comfortable with each other. She was naturally curious about her new shape-shifting ability that she was a like a child with a new toy. I had lost track of how many times she took a new form. At first it was hilarious as each new form was slid inside her skirt, the different ways that looked still made me giggle inside. Then it turned even more strange, as suddenly I was driving with brand new people beside me. The illusion of her shape shifting was strange, it seemed even each person's aroma arrived with the new forms. The big sweaty trucker's smell almost had me rolling down the window.

So I was happy to be home, to drive up to my house, and be ready to get comfortable with my four hearts. I grabbed Alyssa's arm, or was it my arm, and giggled as we walked to the door. The giggle even chimed a harmony as her laugh mingled with mine. Opening the door, our gasps at the scene in front of us were also a strange echo.

Lexi's head was craned back, eyes wide, mouth open a thick black leather collar tight against her pale neck. She was moaning in a lustful pant. Jeremiah had just driven his hip forward, so her body almost jumped at us as the door opened. His eyes half lidded with lust and aggression opened wide as he caught sight of us. Carmen was busy sucking on Lexi's firm nipple and was unaware until the pair above her went still. Then she craned her neck back and looked at us.

I felt an array of emotions, shock, disgust, curiosity, shame, captivation. Should I look away, should we go away. I felt almost numb, which was also strange. For the last few months any sexual display, from a chaste kiss between two lovers to a lustful moan from one of my lovers would have my brain buzzing with excitement. Why was I feeling nothing as I watched, my loves frozen in a moment of lustful passion. A moment of panic welled up within me, then jealousy - so foreign as I was normally fine with my family sharing our passion for each other. Even Lexi's new strange fascination with pain usually had my thoughts abuzz with sexual lust.

I felt nothing, and it worried me.

Then I looked and saw myself, or Aly (still so strange!) lean over and lift my mother's pendant from around my neck. As soon as the stone left my flesh, it started to glow as my power awakened. As it glowed my supernatural arousal started to bloom as I fed on the latent sexual energy that permeated the room. The sudden torrent of sexual energy coursed through my nerves made my nipples harden and cunt gush. I exhaled, my brain buzzing, I couldn't hear what Alyssa had said when she removed the necklace.

I tore my dress over my head and stripped naked quickly. The sexual need in the room amplified and the three lovers suddenly were at their peaks, and fucking with abandon. I realized that Carmen, whom I thought was just lying under Lexi while Jeremiah fucked her, was rolling her hips while sparks of lust coursed through her with each roll of her hips. I could sense Lexi's double pleasure from the coursing friction in her cunt and ass. 

"I want that," I thought to myself. 

My fingers came in contact with my clitoris, sliding down to spread my lips apart. My twin must have sensed my need, as she shimmered for a second, leaving a blur of Alyssa's form before Jeremiah was beside me, naked and his cock jutting out from his pelvis completely erect. 

"Oh fuck," I said as I felt his strong hand push my shoulders forward, while his other hand grabbed my hip, pulling me to him.

Past: Alyssa

The pendant needed to be removed, I knew it, and when it was off, the flash of arousal that followed took my breath away. I felt the heated passion of the threesome before us as they resumed their double fucking of the delectable Lexi who started to scream as her crest rose rapidly. I looked over at Kelly and felt my nipples (or hers) stiffen and cunt become molten in an instant. The rapid onset of sexual need made my body shiver. 

I looked over at Kelly, and felt her arousal soar. Her initial human reaction to the unexpected scene before us had her confused, but now with the pendant removed it freed her ability to feel the sexual energy. Her need became palpable. My own need mirrored her. 

"I need a cock in me," I felt her thoughts.

Knowing Jeremiah was previously occupied, I looked at him and suddenly I was him, instantly. I felt powerful, and also completely naked. His strength flowed through me, the odd feeling of an erect appendage brushing against Kelly's thigh almost buckled my knees. I knew I had to be inside her. 

I grabbed her hip, turning her body. My other hand pushed her shoulders down, bending her over. She moaned and rolled her ass back, her knees bending as I reached down and gripped my hard hot cock. So strange to touch it, but it felt so good, I stroked it once, then placed the glans against Kelly's flowing cunt. I closed my eyes as the feel of her hot cunt surrounded my sensitive cock. It felt like sex turned inside out, and I was instantly hooked on the feeling.

I grabbed both of Kelly's hips and fucked her in a frenzy. My deep moans echoing and mirroring Jeremiah's grunts of need opposite me. I looked in his eyes as I reamed Lexi's ass, and rolled my eyes back as I felt his orgasm flow through his thoughts. His peak was pulled into the room by Kelly's power, and it bloomed in a shimmer of light as Jeremiah shot his load of cum deep in Lexi's bowels. 

Lexi's eyes flared as the feel of hot semen in her ass, and the bloom of Kelly's power set her off. She ground down into Carmen, tripping the dark writhing body on the bottom to arch her back and quiver as she too shouted her release. The three bodies in front of us watched us fuck, their eyes wide, as their bodies were frozen in the midst of their super-powered orgasm.




The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 09



I pressed Kelly down, and she slid slowly to her knees. I fucked her slowly as we moved. I couldn't get enough of the feeling of my cock moving through her tight cunt as she crawled forward and kissed Lexi. Jeremiah jerked as he thrusted again deep into Lexi. She pushed into Kelly who rocked back into me, pressing her ass into my thighs. I reciprocated, and hammered my thighs forward, bucking into Kelly, who then pressed into the shaking red-head's mouth and the chain reaction flowed into Jeremiah.

I looked into Jeremiah's eyes and just went wild, fucking Kelly with abandon. She took each of my thrusts, slamming her ass back at me. Lexi had squirmed forward and slid to the side, overcome, curling into a fetal position as her limbs shook from full-body orgasmic tremors. 

Kelly leaned down and kissed Carmen, before looking up and seeing Jeremiah's pulsing cock, a drop of his seed dripping from the tip. She crawled over Carmen, her breasts pressing into the brown latina's tits as she reached and grab Jeremiah's cock in one hand, and Carmen's fake dick in the other. 

I kneed forward to keep contact, as Kelly snaked over Carmen's flesh. One of her hands stroked Carmen's fake dick pressing the base into Carmen's sex. Her mouth opened and sucked in Jeremiah's cum-dripping crown, her cheeks hollowing as she pushed her head forward, filling her mouth with the same cock that was sliding in and out of her cunt. She purred and the ripples of sexual energy she was putting off were overwhelming.

I looked up into Jeremiah's eyes and smiled. His eyes were filled with shock, awe, confusion. With the feel of Kelly's mouth on his cock, he no longer cared if it made sense that he was looking at himself fucking his bride to be. I winked at him as I started to hammer Kelly harder and harder. He gripped her head, and stopped her movement, and then reciprocated, fucking her mouth with hard strokes. Wet sounds filled the room as we both fed our lustful urges into the sexual being between us.

I groaned as I felt lips on my balls. A tongue licking at the base, then the suction of lips sucking one of my full testicles into a warm mouth. The senses that flowed through my body were amazing. Kelly's power suddenly erupted as I slammed deep into her. Jeremiah had thrust his hips forward and froze, as he grunted pouring another load of semen down Kelly's throat. I felt my balls tighten, the lips surrounding one pulling free and I thrust my hips forward holding myself deep in her. The feeling of hot semen shooting through my pulsing shaft made my eyes roll back. My throat let loose a deep shout of lust as I felt my first male orgasm course through my nerves.

We froze there for untold seconds, the three of us shaking in our orgasmic bliss. Then Jeremiah and I both slipped back onto our haunches. Kelly leaned forward and pulled Carmen's cock aside and dove into her cunt, filling her mouth with Carmen's tasty muff. Carmen grunted, her need palpable as she was trapped on her back through the ordeal. She looked at Jeremiah as her mouth opened.

"Oh fuck, Kelly, yess!! lick my cunt." She shouted. 

Carmen craned her neck back and saw me, only she saw me as Jeremiah, sitting and slowly pulling on my cum slicked shaft. A look of confusion passed over her eyes, then she shrieked as her nervous system overloaded as she came. I couldn't stop myself, slipping forward and pressing my sensitive cockhead between her open lips. She closed her eyes at the taste, and simply nursed on my offering, sucking down the remnants of my cum. Her body bucked from her orgasm. The feel of the suction pressure on my over-sensitive glans made my hips buck and tremble, but I couldn't back away, frozen and unable to move in the overwhelming moment.

I felt the glow of sexual vibrations start to ebb, and Kelly lifted her head and looked back at me. She continued to look at me, as she twisted to face me, sitting beside Carmen who was trembling, eyes closed as aftershocks course through her nerves. I smiled back, realizing Kelly was in control, and had been the whole time. Letting her power sustain us and not overwhelm all of us. I was proud of her in that moment. I shifted and looked at Jeremiah, who's features were clouded with shock and confusion.

I exhaled and pushed my form to the front. Suddenly I was kneeling at Carmen's head, back in my simple dress. The remnants of sexual energy in the room overwhelmed my senses. Even though I'd just climaxed as Jeremiah, the overheated sexual aura from Kelly overloaded my senses and I shot through peak arousal in an instant. My orgasm shook through me as my body arched and legs flayed out, my limbs all trembling as my body was overwhelmed by orgasm. I stopped breathing and simply froze.

Kelly's eyes went wide as my body stiffened then convulsed like I was in a seizure. She scrambled beside me with a look of concern in her eyes. I finally gasped, in taking a huge breath, then shook my head.

"I'm fine..." I managed, "Oh fuck.. I'm fine fine.. shit.. damn.."

My words just tumbled as my brain functions returned. The four others calmed as I settled into the bliss of afterglow. We were all silent for a few long minutes. Each other looking at each other as wonder and curiosity filled their thoughts in the absence of Kelly's sexual aura.

"So," Carmen finally said, "When did this happen?

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Author's Note: Thank you for reading. Your comments and votes continue to encourage me. Thank you. Editing thanks to mgenette, who provided the description for the wedding dress. Everything else is my fault, including any grammar or word choices that made it into this edition. This story all takes place in the main past timeline. The far past and future lines still exist and I'll return to them next chapter.



The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 10



Author's Note: This is a story of fiction, all main characters are over the age of 18. The latter parts of this chapter are a bit darker. Much of this has been foreshadowed in previous chapters, but I wanted to revisit the events to give a different character's perspective. Thank you for reading, commenting and voting. I hope you continue to enjoy my tale.

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Distant Past: Isaiah & Katie

Isaiah and Katie adored and doted on their son Jeremiah. Their financial needs grew as their life together, and apart from Katie's parents, started. Katie worked for a while as a grocery clerk, while Jeremiah found steady work as a mechanic. Katie hated her job, and wanted to go back to school to pursue nursing. She had a passion for caring for sick people, and Isaiah agreed she needed to find work she enjoyed. 

She started night school and was absent from the home often. The couple were constantly busy, and struggled to work their schedules so someone was home to watch their growing baby. Katie's mother helped, but the demand became too much. Finally they hired a nearby student, graduating in the spring to be their nanny, for the times when one of them could not be home. Samantha had been a few years behind them in school, and her parents were friends with Katie's parents.

Samantha was a welcome presence, and she doted on Jeremiah almost as much as his own parents. Things went well for a while. Isaiah was promoted to shift manager with a raise in salary at the auto shop. Katie was able to enroll as a full time student, but had to now pick up shifts that ran late into the night to cover expenses. The couple worked hard, proud to make ends meet and still see a better future. Katie's absence at night, however, started to take its toll on Isaiah. When she was home at night, she was often exhausted. Their physical connection and intimacy began to wane.

Because of Katie's schedule, Samantha began making dinner for Isaiah and Jeremiah. That led to staying to cleanup and prepare the kitchen for the next day. She felt like her actions were helpful to Katie. Katie always seemed so tired in the few times their paths crossed. She also wanted to care for Isaiah, who always worked so hard. Isaiah enjoyed having someone around to talk to, and Samantha was a nice houseguest.

Slowly overtime, Isaiah began to see Samantha as less of a schoolgirl, and more of a young woman. She had turned eighteen just before she started working, and the growing responsibilities of her working for the young couple matured the young girl into a woman. Samantha was slightly taller than Katie, yet shorter than Isaiah. Her long blond hair was tied back into a ponytail with a ribbon each day. Her smile was constant as she performed her duties around the house. 

He became increasingly distracted with his evening ritual of watching her work in the kitchen. The way her skirt danced just under her knees, showing off her shapely calves that stretched nicely as she lifted up on her toes to put away dishes each night. He found himself often distracted by swell of her breasts as they stretched her button-up blouses. His eyes would trace down to her slim waist, and round bottom as did her nightly dance in the kitchen doing her chores. The way her hips rolled as she walked from one end to the other. She reminded him of his wife, and the early years of their marriage.

One night, he got up to go to the kitchen, wanting just one more beer before he fell asleep. He was hoping that Katie might wake him when she returned after midnight, and was distracted with the thought of some intimacy with his soulmate. It was that thought that passed through his brain as he turned back from getting his beer, and ran into Samantha cutting a path to put something away in the pantry on the other side of the refrigerator. Suddenly her frame was pressed against his, and he wrapped his arms around her as she stumbled. 

She looked up at him, feeling how strongly he held her. His eyes softened, as she looked up at him, with her customary smile. He started to kiss her. She struggled trying to push him away. Isaiah was confused, in his buzzed state, and wondering why his wife was refusing him. He pushed a thought, and suddenly Samantha was kissing him back. She felt a rush of desire, as Isaiah placed his beer on the table and ran his hands down her hips to cup her bottom.

She inhaled at the arousal she felt, feeling his firm manhood swell against her lower belly. Their kiss deepened, and Isaiah unknowingly adjusted her moral curve and will power. Not understanding why Katie (who he thought he was kissing) had struggled, and then molded her responses to fit his rising need.

Somehow they didn't wake Jeremiah, who slept soundly through their first coupling. In the afterglow of their shared bliss, Isaiah was shocked to find Samantha smiling up at him as he rested that passionate first time. Samantha had been a virgin, but Jeremiah's power had made it feel so wonderful, she didn't even feel the prick of pain, or the drip of blood as he had punctured her hymen. Just as he started to lift away from the love-sick teenager, Katie slipped into their bedroom and caught the pair naked and clearly post-coital.

She was speechless. Her emotions a mess from being exhausted, her thoughts teemed with rage, anger, jealousy, betrayal, arousal, shame and other emotions as Isaiah looked at her guiltily. He went to her, his tumescent cock still dripping with Samantha's spending. He touched her, and she recoiled. For some reason that move sent a surge of anger through him, couldn't she understand it was an honest mistake. He pushed that thought, then similar to his adjustment to Samantha, he molded his wife, his first love to accept what she had seen.

Suddenly aroused as the sexual energy that permeated the room, and no longer restricted by the learned societal mores that Jeremiah had changed, she clung to her husband. Isaiah responded and hugged her tight, kissing her, his manhood swelling with arousal. He helped her undress, as Samantha watched, slipping from the bed to let the couple have their bed. Isaiah gripped her hand, and pushed a thought, as he spoke.

"No, stay," he said, "you belong here too."

The two naked women could only nod, as Isaiah's words and thoughts melted into their morals, and they hugged each other. Isaiah guided Katie to the bed, and Samantha slid behind her, caressing her, kissing her, touching her breasts and nipples. Isaiah made love to his wife, as Samantha touched her, and him. The trio becoming one that first tumultuous night. None of them quite realized how drastically their lives would change. For that night, though, they were full of love and contentment. The relationship seemed completely natural to the three young lovers.

Past: Jeremiah

I looked at Alyssa with amazement. I was still aroused, the afterglow of Kelly's power making my brain feel a bright warm light of contentment. The memory of the mirror image of myself fucking Kelly from behind made my cock twitch.

"Yeah, good question, Carmen," I said, "How did you find out you could do that?"

"Ummm..." Alyssa said, her body still twitching in aftershocks of her last mind-bending instant orgasm when she shifted back to her form, "Can I take a minute.. there is too much."

Kelly slipped back, and picked up the brown stone pendant. Upon touching it, her body slumped down, suddenly exhausted. She sprang back from it, rolling back towards Carmen. Her eyes had dulled, and were now shining brighter, her flesh resuming the glow she retained after our lovemaking. 

"I can't touch that thing right now," Kelly sighed, "But my mother gave it to me, it restricts my power, and protects me from other's powers."

"Wait, what?" I asked.

"Too much," Alyssa panted, waving at Kelly and me, exhausted, "Need to sum up..."

I waited, leaning over to rub Lexi's shoulder as she rolled to her back, looking up at me. I pulled her back to me, letting her rest her pert bottom between my legs. I rested, and she curled to her side, her cheek against my chest, her breath warming my cooling flesh. 

"Too much is right," Lexi sighed, "I'm exhausted, Master... You guys talk amongst yourselves."

Carmen had turned over and sat next to the sofa, unclipping and pulling the fake cock from her waist. Her hand cupped her pussy, and softly rubbed to sooth the sensations, her hand lifting to her breast to cup then tug softly at a nipple.

"Ey..." Carmen started to say, then shifted her view around the room and just sat back speechless resting her head on the cushion of the sofa.

Kelly crawled over to Carmen and leaned against her. Kissing her shoulder then wrapping her in her arms. Kelly was smiling and alert, she pulled Carmen to her, letting her rest her brown cheek against Kelly's tanned breast. Kelly caressed her flesh and smiled at her, then touched her black leather collar.

"What is this?" Kelly asked curiously.

"A collar, Mistress," Carmen said, her deep felt submission to Kelly was as complete as it was to me. She slid up and started explaining the symbolism of the collar to a submissive. For the next few minutes, she caught Kelly and Alyssa up with her and Lexi's desire to be our submissives. How she needed to serve, that the collar was a special to her, as a wedding ring was to a normal woman.

"I know this is a lot for you to understand," she admitted. She lowered her eyes, not out of meekness, but respect. When she spoke again, her voice was soft with more emotion than she'd usually let on. 

"I belong here, under you all. I will serve you willingly, as you desire," Carmen said seriously, the formality of her words betraying her deeply felt need, "Everything in me resonates that this is where I belong."

"What she said," Lexi said softly, looking at Alyssa, then Kelly, then up at me. "Everything she says, I agree. I am yours, all of yours, I don't need a ring. I only desire a collar, of your choosing, when you understand how I feel."

Carmen nodded, wordlessly. Her head bowed.

"I am still learning," I said, kissing Lexi's head, and reaching to touch Carmen's leg. "But I am beginning to understand your needs. Be patient with me, I want to live up to what you need."

"This is all new," Kelly said, her aura softly and slowly dimming, "My power is new, this idea is even newer. I love you two, with no reservations, and no conditions. If you want this, then I will learn more for you."

Alyssa had finally risen to a sitting position and was leaning on my shoulder, facing Carmen and Kelly. She drew her fingers across Lexi's brow, and then kissed her forehead, "I love you, little one. You too, Carmen-slut."

Carmen grinned and seemed to buzz with the bestowed title.

"It is new to me, too," Alyssa confessed, "I will learn your needs, and I think I speak for the three of us that we want nothing more than to see you be healthy, be happy and be where you belong. I know in my heart, you belong here, with us."

Carmen smiled and then shifted as she rested against Kelly, "With that settled, can this slut take this plug out of my ass?"

"No," I said leaning towards her, "but if you roll over, your Master will take it out."

Carmen grinned at me and rolled into Kelly, lifting her hips to offer me her ass.I leaned over and spreading her cheeks apart with one hand, gripped the end and drew it out slowly. She grunted at the feeling, then purred a growl of contentment as her sphincter muscle opened, then closed as I pulled the cone shaped part clear. Carmen rolled back and settled back against Kelly's side.

I discarded the plug, and then turned to Kelly, "What did you learn from your mother?"

"Well, a lot," she said, "all of it was a surprise, I'm still ruminating on what it all means." She related everything that Betsy had told them about her grandmother, the United Priesthood, and the stone pendant. 

"It was a shock that she knew all of this, and I'd never suspected that I was a halfling," she said, a troubled look crossing her eyes, "That's really weird to say, aloud. I never knew who I was, until today. I guess I'll be learning more as we grow into this together," she said looking over at Alyssa.

"She knew you were a halfling, too, Jeremiah," Alyssa said, "She knew about your family, from reading Deborah's diaries, she knew about your grandfather. She knew you would be able to fix her, remove her hate, restore her relationship with Bob and Kelly. She trusts you so much."

I nodded slowly, not really knowing what to say, looking at each of the girls that had put their trust in me. Despite having been impulsive and selfish in the first use of my power. I knew and accepted that I was working to make everything good, to think of others needs before my own. I was finally accepting who I was, and only wanted to honor the power I was given. I felt a small flash of light, a pulse of power. I didn't know where it came from, but I accepted it as encouragement.

"You all have trusted me," I said, "I want to live up to that trust, and to Betsy's too."

We grew silent again, then Carmen looked at Alyssa, "Is now a good time to talk about how good your cock tasted in my mouth?"

Alyssa laughed, her eyes sparkling, "Carmen you always use the best segues!"

"Yeah," I said, "Tell us about this new twist to your powers."

"Betsy actually showed me how," Alyssa said, "freaked me out at first. But..."

Her form flickered and suddenly I had two Lexi's leaning on my shoulders, looking into each other's eyes. Then in an wink of an eye, Carmen leaned forward and kissed the new Lexi on the lips as Lexi, Kelly and I watched.

"It feels like Lexi," Carmen cooed, kissing back deeper, "not like Alyssa at all."

Suddenly I watched Alyssa shift into my image and Carmen was kissing me. I felt my own cock stiffen, then felt another cock press against my thigh. Carmen kissed my doppelgänger deeper which made the strange new cock grow thicker against my thigh. I watched as my image parted the kiss and looked up at me. I pushed back a bit giving some distance, and Alyssa shifted into herself.

"You're definitely a hetrosexual, Jeremiah," she said, "I can feel it myself. though..." she paused looking back at Lexi, "I can see why you enjoy this one so much."

Alyssa sat up and looked at Carmen, who was having trouble shutting her mouth, "Having a cock is really an incredible experience, and your mouth is incredible."

The room began to glow again, my cock was stiffening. I could feel Lexi's cunt warm where she was straddling my thigh. Alyssa looked at me and kissed me deeply, and I thrust my tongue deep into her throat. I felt Lexi's hand cup my thickening shaft and start to stroke it. Then suddenly the desire shifted, and started decreasing. I felt drained, tired, almost exhausted.

"Sorry, my loves," Kelly said, straightening the pendant between her breasts, "I need to learn to control myself, and you all need to rest. March straight down to bed and sleep."

We rose and followed her commands, rolling into the bed, and pulling up covers as we curled into a ball of warm, tired and contented flesh. I think I was asleep before my eyes had fully closed.

Past: Michael and Jenn

Michael startled awake as he felt a hand lift his cock, and a mouth surround his crown. Looking down he saw Jenn's eyes lift up to his, and sighed a bit of a frustrated sigh. The girl was insatiable, he hadn't had a full night's rest in the two weeks they'd been together.

"Did you get the money," he asked, "From that John in the hotel bar?"

"Yes," she said slipping her lips from Michael's cock-head, "He paid for the full night, even though I was only in his room for about 45 minutes."

She slowly stroked her fist up and down Michael's aching shaft, "He didn't last very long, it took him the majority of the time to undress. He wanted to talk first." Jenn said, rolling her eyes, then reported, "I blew him for about five minutes, then he pushed me down on the bed, entered me. Tap tap, bang!"

She smiled and resumed her slow languorous blow job. Michael knew she wouldn't stop until she rode his cock until he came, and then until he couldn't stand her anymore. He groaned inwardly, only wanting to sleep, but smiled confidently at his recruit. The brothel would pay handsomely for such a talented and hard working girl.

"Pretty easy way to make a buck," he said, still selling her on the new lifestyle that she would have, whether she chose it or not.

"Meh," she said, "I'd have blown him for free, if he'd lasted long enough, and cum inside me. I hate cleaning sperm off my belly."

Michael gripped the sheets as she started to really work his cock. Half from pleasure and half from soreness. He wanted to scream and shove her away, but instead rolled over, and found a rabbit dildo.

"I need to sleep Jenn," he said handing over her favorite toy, "You can use this, or you can go back downstairs and try to find another John. Just don't wake me until the sun is up."

Jenn smirked at him, and snatched the toy from his hand. She rolled over and started playing with it, then fucking it. Her moans and small screams almost a lullaby as he faded to sleep. He struggled with sleep for some moments, thinking he probably shouldn't leave her unattended. Michael's exhaustion overcame common sense, and he fell asleep. He didn't hear her get dressed, didn't wake to the light of the hallway spill into the room. The door closing with a soft click barely registered as he rolled over and slept.

Jenn slipped down the hallway, her new slip of a dress hugging her hips. She knew her high heels made her legs look sexy. The cut of the dress kept a nice pleasant draft blowing across her bare pussy. She'd be careful bending over, only because the last time she did, Michael and her were tossed from the hotel. Her ass hurt for hours for the spanking he'd given her. It would have been worth the pain, if he would have fucked her afterwards. Instead he made her sleep in the shower of the next shabby motel. Where her cries from using the rabbit echoed off the walls.

She looked at the clock over the bar, and thought, "10:30 ... not too bad, I might get three tricks before the sun comes up if I choose my John's well... or maybe one perfect man who will fuck me all night."

She stayed in the corner of the bar, where the red light from the exit sign bathed her skin in its glow, and looked across at an older businessman. His close haircut possibly a hint at previous military experience. The ring on his finger, and slight pudge at his belly, pegged him as a married husband, maybe a father. His kids would be college aged, like her. That thought made her oddly aroused. Regardless, married businessmen were usually more willing to splurge for a whole night depending on their expense account, and the cash allowance they had. 

When he looked over at her, she smiled seductively, a slow lick of the water on her lips. Michael wouldn't allow her to drink alcohol. That was fine with her, she didn't like to dull her senses when she was fucking. She squirmed a bit when the man smiled at her. He picked up his drink and walked her way. She was already thinking of the menu she'd give him. The feral look he'd given her made her think she might have found her all-nighter.

Past: Jeremiah

We slept soundly, and when we woke, we simply enjoyed the closeness. The hunger for sexual contact at every opportunity had waned, and no one really complained. Kelly smiled as she kissed me and enjoyed my touch. The arousal had a nice normal feel, and I could tell her self-control was well intact. 

"This is nice," Kelly said, "I mean I love the pull of sex, but since we've moved in together, it's been pretty intense. I love being able to relax with all of you."

Carmen stretched out towards Lexi, and cupped her breasts before engulfing and biting Lexi's nipple. Lexi's yelp and then purr of arousal was nice to watch as she pulled Carmen closer.




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"Speak for yourself," Carmen said, "A day without sex is a wasted day."

She talked a good game, but her heart wasn't quite in it. The previous day had taken it's toll on her body. 

"My ass still aches, though," she admitted, and Lexi nodded.

"I suppose we can take a day off," Lexi added, flicking one of Carmen's nipples with her finger.

They wrestled for a few moments, then just settled into a cozy hug.

"You think it's this amulet?" Alyssa whispered quietly to Kelly within my earshot as we watched the pair relax into each other.

"Yeah," Kelly said, "what else could it be?"

Alyssa slipped her glasses up her nose, and looked at me, "Monitor them, and us too Jeremiah, we need a control experiment," she said with a whisper. "If Kelly's theory is true," she continued, "So long as you hold this pendant, you will be unaffected. Okay?"

I nodded and she slipped the pendant over Kelly's head and placed it in my hand. I clenched it, but didn't feel anything. Then as I monitored Carmen and Lexi, they started to move closer, kissing deeper, the stone warmed in my hand. I opened my fist, and the stone began to pulse with a web of golden lines.

Kelly took an intake of breath, becoming aroused watching Lexi and Carmen. I felt nothing, other than normal arousal from watching two females kissing. Carmen growled and pushed Lexi on her back, pressing her mouth to Lexi's very erect nipples. Alyssa had slipped down and was cupping one of Kelly's breasts, feeding a turgid nipple between her lips. Kelly tossed her head back, her eyes glowing a brighter blue, she ran her hand down Aly's thigh then up and cupped her sex. Alyssa spread her legs apart and ground her sex against Kelly's fingers. 

Scanning each of them, their arousal was rising exponentially, and their self-control had disappeared. 

Carmen had lowered her mouth to Lexi's cunt, her hands gripping Lexi's small breasts with a hard grip that had Lexi wincing. I watched as the pain flickered across Lexi's curve, then twisted, morphing into arousal as her hips ground up into Carmen's mouth. Kelly had slid down following her hand and was kissing Alyssa's thigh, as Alyssa twisted between me and Kelly and rolled over the top of Kelly. They were soon both jucily lapping at each other's cunts, moaning their arousal. 

All this happened in a few short minutes, while I was monitoring their curves and watching. Kelly's flesh glowed under Alyssa's undulating body, her eyes flickered up at me, almost begging me to drop the stone and come join them. I clenched the stone tighter, though the moving flesh around me and their passionate moans had my cock hardening as I sat in the middle. 

Carmen's lifted her head and saw my cock jutting from my lap. She licked her lips and looked up at me with a lustful gaze. I could feel her feral hunger in her growled plea.

"Papi, come fuck this slut's cunt," she begged, "I need to be stuffed."

I looked at her, her need plain on her face, and decided to try a different experiment. I slipped the necklace over my head. Kelly's eyes followed me for a moment, still pleading with her eyes for me to drop the stone. When I settled it onto my chest, she complained with a moan then returned her gaze to Aly's dripping cunt, pressing her tongue deep as Aly ground her hips down onto her face. 

I scooted to the edge of the bed, spitting on my hand, and using the slick fluid to stroke my cock. It ached, even with the saliva as lubricant. I recalled how many times yesterday I had fucked various holes on my lovers, and realized it was a normal feeling. I slipped behind Carmen, who purred as she pressed her ass out at me, her legs spreading apart. Her cunt glistened from arousal as I stepped forward. 

I glanced at Lexi, who eyed me hungrily as I guided my cockhead to Carmen's folds. Just as the tip of my head touched her flowered lips, she stilled her hips. A groan of pain coming from her mouth. She was still lubricated, but her hips drew away from the contact. As she moved forward the contact broke and she started to grind her hips back. This time I took aim and thrust as my head touched her cunt lips, slipping deeper inside.

She shrieked in pain, "OWwww... Papi!, no no no, it hurts... damn it, stop!"

I drew back, her cunt was dripping the thrust was tight, but her fluids made it slick. The mere touch of my cock made her ache painfully. After I backed away, she settled back into Lexi's cunt and lapped happily. She even slid her hand down to finger her own pussy. Her fingers entered easily and her groan of arousal made it apparent that she felt no pain. 

I moved to Lexi, kneeing up then standing on the mattress. My sore cock in my hand, I grabbed a fistful of hair, and pulled her to my cock. Her mouth opened hungrily and she took my crown in her mouth, sucking. The soreness of my head made me wince, but her suction felt good. She whimpered, and though she continued to suck my cock willingly, her hand pushed Carmen away from her cunt.

Pulling my cock from her lip, "No, please Car-Car, it hurts when you do it like that."

She sucked my cock back into my mouth, but her suction made me wince and I stepped back. She looked up at me, as I broke contact, and then she looked down at Carmen, gripping her black curls and tugging her head closer. Lexi moaned in hungered lust as she pressed her cunt back to the hungry mouth of her Latina pussy licker.

Convinced, I stepped around the bed. It was odd to be near the sexual energy that I could tell pulsated the room, but be completely immune to it. I slipped up to the bed, and combed my fingers through Kelly's blonde hair, touching her scalp as her mouth was lapping up at Aly's grinding cunt.

Immediately the room's energy plummeted. The girls shrieked and rolled away from each other. Carmen pulled her fingers from her cunt like they were stabbing her, and cupped her sex tenderly, flopping on her back. Their cries and moans of lust and passion had turned into whines of pain from their sore bodies. Their arousal fell rapidly, and they all looked a bit panicked. 

"Why did you let us go so long?" Alyssa asked, not being able to see my actions as she was lapping Kelly's cunt.

"Not only was I immune," I said, still touching Kelly, "but anyone I touch is immune."

I lifted my hand from Kelly, and though not as instantaneous, the heat ramped up again. The girls started to look at each other heatedly again, moving closer. I quickly pulled the necklace from around my neck and placed it on Kelly's bosom.

"You all have had enough," I said, feeling bad for the tortured whines of pain they sang out earlier. My own tender cock had deflated. Without the power that seemed to always be present around Kelly, we were all a bit overstimulated.

"Today is a day of rest," I declared, "No sex!"

"Yes, Master," groaned Lexi and Carmen in chorus, still wincing from the soreness.

"I think we've tested Kelly's theory enough to confirm it," I said to Alyssa who was on her back, her hand between her legs, just cupping her tender lips carefully.

She nodded, with her eyes closed, just lying still. Kelly had rolled over, and with a sigh pulled the necklace over her head. I could sense her reluctance, but admired her self-control to limit her powers.

"You gain energy from it?" I asked, knowing the answer.

She nodded, "I do, it's a lovely feeling to breathe in the arousal you all emit. But I need to be able to control my output. I think I can do it, but it will take practice. My mother must be able to, or we'd have had an orgy the first night they were here."

I nodded and headed to the shower, ready to start the day. Each girl either waited, or went to another of the showers, as we all washed our bodies carefully. One thing was true, having a succubus in the house made most pains go away.

The girls all busied themselves making preparations for the trip. The lack of Kelly's energy left us tired, but all the rest of our connections were still working. We were affectionate, and still craved touching each other. We moved together in a chorus. I worked on packing my clothes when I felt a call from Alyssa flash into my brain.

I walked up the stairs, and she was on the sofa, looking at me expectantly, "Okay, so that still works," she said with a grin.

She was looking through books in the box she'd gotten from Kelly's mother. A few were open and strewn on the couch and coffee table. She held one in her lap, and looked up at me.

"You're not using all of your powers," she said, "yours has a physical component to it as well."

"How do you know?" I asked, moving a pair of books back to the box and sitting down beside her.

"These are Kelly's grandmother's diaries," she said, "more a memoir. She slips between stories of her youth, some rather disturbing tales of when she escaped the Priesthood, and then there are sections where she describes the various powers of the line, and then this drawing too."

She pointed to a rough sketch of a square apparently metal plate. Spaced in a grid were twelve stones, each one colored differently with a colored pencil. She circled the brown stone, and wrote in the margin, 'in my possession'. Each stone had the name of it's line lettered neatly under it. The brown was Baraqiel, it was in the top right corner. The top left was a deep navy blue and was labeled, Yeqon, my line. Next to it was a black stone, labeled Samyaza, then a deep red stone labeled Penemue. 

"That's you," I said, "right?"

She nodded, then flipped a few pages, and found a two pages, with a tabular format. I followed the familiar names.

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Baraqiel - psionic vampires, sexual energy feeders, incubus/succubus, physical beauty. light and dark.

Samyaza - dark powers, corruption, power, manipulation, speakers of the word.

Penemue - teachers, telepathy, telekinesis, shapeshifters, light.

Yeqon - counselors, designers, manipulation, mind-molders, body molders, dark and light.



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"Fascinating," I said, my finger tracing down the columns past several lines of unfamiliar names, "What does the light and dark mean?"

"Well," Alyssa stated, "I'm still studying the fallen angels, but while they are all fallen and disobedient to the creator, they all are imbued with free will. They are capable of making their own choices. These labels, it seems, are Deborah's assessment, not an inherent trait. More than likely from her observations. She grew up in the cult, before escaping in a rather incredible way shortly after her 18th birthday."

"So you think the same with the powers?" I asked tracing down the lines.

"It matches with our observations so far," she said, "Baraqiel are psionic vampires, and feed off of energy, people's emotions. Sexual energy seems to have it's own section. Reading her account, the female Baraqiel had the sexual energy more than the males. They were often close advisors to the leaders of the lines. The leadership shifted between the three main powers. The one who was leader during her time was a Samyaza. Her description of him isn't flattering."

I nodded, letting Alyssa lecture as I looked up at her and the books she lifted to reference from time to time. She had an incredible ability to read things and then align them in stories and easy to understand examples. Studying with her at school always made the material we learned much more fun, and letting her fly her nerd flag in this would be a great asset to all of us.

"My line, Penemue, is also accurate, " she continued. "My love for learning makes me a natural teacher. We already knew about my telepathy, though... at first I had misapplied that power to yours. I still think you have a component of telepathy to your powers." She stopped that thought, "We'll get back to you... from last night we know I have the ability of shapeshifting."

I nodded as she looked at me checking that I was connecting to what she was saying., then said with a bit of anticipation, "Okay, now watch this!"

She concentrated for a moment, then the book beside me started to shake, then levitate. Her gaze focused and the book moved through the air.

"What the fuck?" Carmen said as she passed behind us going to the kitchen. 

The book tumbled into my lap as Aly's concentration broke, and Carmen continued, "We have no time for magic tricks kids, we got an RV to provision!"

Then she disappeared into the kitchen, and we both laughed. Carmen may have been a sexual submissive with a yearning to submit fully to service, but she was still full of momma bear passions. It didn't bother me, because I figured, she really saw it as a service to us, to keep us on a schedule.

"Anyway," Alyssa continued, "I need practice, but I can check the telekinesis block. That leaves your line, Yeqon."

"You've shown aptitude in all of these, you have manipulated our minds, designed our responses. You have molded our wills and self-control," she pushed her glasses up her nose, as I nodded.

"Okay, those three I agree, I have demonstrated," I said, "but what does counselor mean? And body molding? I don't get what that could mean."

"Let's talk the body molding first, since I think I have some background that would help you understand," Alyssa started, "According to Deborah's diaries, the cult had their hand in organized crime in Nevada. They started some rural brothels, and ran an underground prostitution ring. They never used Priesthood women to fill the brothels, but recruited from young girls in towns around the northwest."

I nodded, we'd put parts of that puzzle together already, Deborah's first hand story just corroborated our theories of the Priesthood. I watched her as she continued. "The Yeqon halflings, like your grandfather who was probably the most powerful as he is explicitly mentioned in Deborah's stories, would mold their minds to be willing to enter prostitution. BUT, He would also shape their bodies."

"Shape their bodies," I said with a question in my voice, like how, why?

"Jeremiah, sometimes you are bit naive," Alyssa smiled, "Especially for a red-blooded sexual male. He made them into the most beautiful and sexy females in the business. Priesthood brothels were some of the more frequently visited in the 50s and through the mid-seventies. They were known for having the most alluring whores, many having looks hotter than the glamor actresses of the time. Then, suddenly, after your grandfather died, the quality of Priesthood prostitutes regressed to the mean as far as the body shape of a young Nevada prostitute."

Knowing that she wouldn't tell me a tale without fact-checking as much as she could, I asked "Do I want to read more about my grandfather?" trusting Alyssa to be honest.

"Now?" she asked, then shook her head, "No, you do not. Maybe over time you'll be ready. Your grandfather wasn't a good man Jeremiah. I'm sorry."

"So body molding," I said, changing the topic and more than willing to drop the subject of my family. I thought my father was evil, but it seemed he had led a more innocent life than I had imagined. I knew nothing about my paternal grandfather. I was happy to keep it that way.

"Yes," Alyssa said with a smile, scooting a bit closer, "Do you want to try it?"

"Of course," I said, looking around, "Do we have a test subject?"

"Me! silly," Alyssa said, leaning and kissing me.

"What should I try molding," I asked, "I have no idea what I'm capable of."

"Well" Alyssa said, "Deborah alludes to a change in skin tone, that might be easy to test."

I reached for her hand, and pulled her arm closer. She wasn't as pale as Lexi, but tanned wouldn't be a good word for her skin tone. Since she kept indoors reading books, her flesh was pale and a bit blush. Exposure to sunlight would leave a red glow on her skin, before fading back to her normal pale tone.

I thought that painting a picture might be a good way to start, and ran my hand up her arm. Behind my hand, the color darkened into a tawny shade of tan that was just lighter than Kelly's tanned body. I knew Kelly spent time in tanning booths, but she still had a natural color that was more like a sun kissed beach bunny. Alyssa's flesh on her forearm was now considerably darker than moments before.

"Wow," Alyssa said with a whistle, "Do all of me!"

Feeling how the power was triggered in my brain, I waved my arms and focused and in a wave of flickering power her whole flesh darkened to match the hue of my first brush.

Alyssa held her arms out and admired my work, then lifted her shirt up, and peaked inside her bra. "Wow, no tan-lines," she said, and reached for her shorts.

I held her hand and just shook my head, "No tan lines. We don't have to look."

"Okay, what about body hair," Alyssa asked, holding out her hand again. 

Her forearms has some dark wisps of hair, that I knew she felt self conscious about. I concentrated and thought of brushing the dust off a surface, and her hair vanished where I was concentrating, then with another broad gesture her exposed flesh was bare save her hair and eyebrows.

Alyssa's eyes widened, and again she went to her waistband. I let her look, mostly because I was curious too. Her cunt no longer had a soft brown bush of hair, but showed her exposed labia her mound completely bare.

"Well that's new," she said, "I kind of like it."

"Saw it in a porn movie," I said, "I heard they use wax to pluck out the hairs."

"Barbaric!" she said, then purred as her fingers felt the soft flesh around her vulva, "but very nice."

She stood up and pushed her denim shorts down, exposing a nicely toned ass and legs. Then she took off her top and bra and I whistled approvingly at her new flesh tone and hairless body. 

"We'll save money on razors," she remarked, always the practical one, "Can you do something with these?" she asked cupping her breasts.

"What needs to be done, they are perfect!" I said, truthfully. I loved her breasts, they filled her c-cup bras fully, but truthfully had some sag. 

"They sag too much, I want them up here," she started lifting them higher, "and the areola are a bit too large, I think."

I stood up and took her hand, guiding her to the bathroom so she could watch as I tried to mold her body. She looked at her breasts in the mirror with a bit of a resigned look. I concentrated and thought about lifting them, and they rose and lifted on her chest, the crease of touching flesh disappeared. The full cups bounced buoyantly but stayed in their perky new shape. The lift looked perfectly natural, unlike the horrible breast implants seen in porn movies. 

I thought of pinching her nipples, and the dusky areola around her pert nipples shrunk. She gasped at the sight and wanted to lift to touch them, but held her hands at her sides, "make the areola darker, and the nipples just a shade more dark."

I painted and looked as she nodded, then turned to the side, "Lift the nipple up a bit, not too much,"

I swayed in my thoughts, and the shape of the breast shifted, into perfect crescents, not orbs. 

She smiled then turned her hips, "Make my ass smoother, and tighter."

"Alyssa, your ass is perfect," I said, then looked down and noticed a few dimples of cellulite and a sag, so I mentally cupped and lifted and her ass was suddenly more perfect.

"Oh yes," she said, "great work." A crease of concentration crossed her eyes, as she said, "Now the acid test."

In a blink I was staring at myself, her having switched to my form, then in the next blink Alyssa was back. Looking the same as I had left her all of my molding experiments were fully intact.

"Whoa," she said, "You've actually changed... Me. It's permanent."

She turned and kissed me, her perfect breasts pressing into my shirt. She pulled back and looked at me with a grin. 

"Can you do you?" she asked.

Suddenly I was stripping and standing naked beside her. She was tall, but I had a couple inches on her, and my cock hung nicely just above the sink as we looked me up and down in the mirror.




The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 10



"A beard," she started, "Not full, a goatee though."

I thought, and hair curled from my chin and a mustache appeared, "Wow," I said, "Not bad, but how about this," and the hair shrunk and was left with an even stubble, just past a five o'clock shadow.

"Me likey," Alyssa said, playing with her nipples, "can you change sensitivity?" she asked absently pulling on her rubbery tip.

I frowned in concentration, then suddenly Alyssa gasped then moaned, her nipples rock hard on her chest, "That's a yes, dial back a bit please," she whimpered.

I dialed back and she nodded as the sensitivity shifted, more sensitive than before but not intense.

We spent the next half an hour watching ourselves as I practiced molding our bodies. My chest hair shifted a shade darker and not so lush, my back hair disappeared. My abdomen grew trim with the shadow of well defined abs, but not cut extremely. Alyssa wanted a bit of hair from my belly button down to my mass of pubic hair. The bush became well groomed, and she suggested that I remove the hair on my balls. 

Finally she guided me through shaping my cock. First she wanted me to restore my circumcision, and my foreskin grew and covered my head, growing past the crown. She pulled back the extra skin and had me adjust the sensitivity of my head. I groaned, it was difficult to concentrate, but with patience, the feeling of my foreskin shifting up and down over my glans was like heaven. She added an inch to my erect length, and then suggested I add a bit of girth. Holding my erect shaft as I pulsed the circumference of the column.

Finally she had me go flaccid, and I did. My cock hung impressively with a slight turn the the left. Then she asked if I could make it erect at will. I pushed a thought and my cock sprang and engorged and my knees almost buckled at the thought. 

"Remember," I said, "this is a no sex day."

"How about making it a no succubus sex day?" she asked leaning her perfect naked breast into my chest, her nipples hard against my flesh.

I groaned, my erection lifted and pressed against my belly, as she kissed me. Her hand reached and stroked my cock. It was no longer super sensitive as it was this morning. My molding had renewed the natural feeling. I couldn't resist her allure. I propped her onto the edge of the sink and she leaned her shoulders back against the mirror. 

"One more thing," she sighed, reaching for a hand mirror, "would you mind working on my vagina, and labia?"

"So clinical," I teased, then lowered to my knees and pressed my mouth to her bare mound, my lips sucking gently at her folds.

She gripped my hair, and I looked up, "In a minute, just a few more things."

Holding the mirror, she directed me, molding her labia into a symmetry she liked. She wanted her clit just a touch larger, and the hood slightly larger and more flexible. Then she reached up and pulled a small hoop earring from her ear.

I looked up at her quizzically, "piercing?"

She nodded, biting her bottom lip, "Something else to test, I want it through the clit hood, but vertical"

I nodded, and took the ring, looking at the metal hoop. I tried to influence the materials in the ring. It melted and floated as I used my fingers to mold the metal, making the clasp end into a small ball. I then concentrated on her clit hood, and thought of poking a hole. With a gasp, her flesh parted and I slipped the jewelry through the hole from the outside, curling it inside back towards the outside. I finished by shrinking the hole around the metal and forming a ball on the other end. The two balls pressed out from her clitoral hood, and the shaft curved slightly, the metal softly touching her sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Now..." she said, widening her legs, her fingers combing through my hair, as she set aside the mirror, "test it."

I leaned in and licked her tender flesh, flicking at the tips of the metal stud. She gasped and gripped my head tighter, nodding her head as I inhaled the scent of her flowering vagina. Her molded labia flowered open and I pressed my tongue between their welcoming folds. Her taste left me dizzy with lust and passion as her arousal flooded my tongue. I lapped and sucked her flesh as she lifted her feet and curled them behind my hairless shoulders. She drew me in and I made love to her flowing cunt.

"Fuck, Jeremiah," she said, "are you sure you're not a lesbian, you suck my pussy soooo good."

"I am a lesbian, trapped in a man's body," I said taking a final lick, flicking the tip of my tongue over the metal ring, making her shudder.

I stood up and gripped my cock and pulled my new foreskin down exposing the crown. I pressed the sensitive fleshy knob into her open folds, and pushed slowly inside. Wanting to feel every inch of my newly molded phallus as it slid in deeper.

"Just a bit tighter," she crooned into my ear as my cock slipped inside her tunnel.

"So picky" I said, "as I felt her cunt walls squeeze me tighter. 

I groaned as I drew back, my foreskin pulling over my sensitive glans. Looking in her big blue eyes, my eyes widened as I thrust back in feeling the foreskin slide back exposing the head deep inside her hot cunt. We both stared at each other as we fucked slowly, enjoying each new sensation. We lost ourselves to our passions we fucked harder. Her hips pushing out to meet my heavy thrusts. I reached up and gripped one of her perfect breasts, and then pulled at her sensitive nipples. She cried out as she felt her peak race towards her. I slammed forward and ground my hips as she lifted hers to mine. My pubic bone ground against her new ring and she vibrated, levitating off the sink as her arms gripped my shoulders. 

She came with a loud scream, and I bellowed as my hairless balls contracted and shot bolts of hot cum deep into her tight cunt. I bucked, the foreskin slipping over my head as I rutted in small strokes amplifying my orgasm until my knees buckled and leaned against her. Pressing Alyssa back into the cold mirror. I panted into her ear as I came down from the peak, her hands running up and down my back as she cooed wordless sounds into my ear. 

"Just a notch below, succubus sex," she said as I looked at her with a smile.

We parted, kissed and I helped her down from the sink. I picked up my clothes and she opened the door. Kelly, Lexi and Carmen stood just on the other side, and glared at us. 

"No sex day," Kelly said, with a frown that turned into a grin the longer she looked at us both.

"Wow, never mind that," Carmen said, "You both look beautiful, gorgeous..." she gaped.

"Yummy," Lexi agreed, looking a back and forth between us.

Alyssa had to explain my new powers, and the mostly complete RV preparations were put on hold as I worked well into the night lovingly molding my already perfect lovers. Oddly, each of the small changes only added to their perfection. They remained fully recognizable as who they were, but ... supercharged into sexual beings. 

We spent a good amount of time enjoying our enhanced bodies, that were now free of the aches from the previous day, thanks to the magic of body molding. Kelly kept her pendant on, and enjoyed normal feeling sex. She whispered softly into my ear as we cuddled together in the afterglow, "succubus sex is still better."

I nodded in agreement, "Truly, my love."

Past: Jenn

So, what is your name," Jenn purred as she entered the man's hotel room, her hands already peeling the straps of her dress off her shoulders. 

She spun around and walked backwards, to watch the older man enter the room. He had taken off his tie in the elevator, and as the door clicked shut loudly behind him, his sport coat hit the floor.

Jenn bent over to shimmy the dress off her legs, stepping out, her high heels still strapped to her feet. Her eyes were half closed as her body started feeding the chemical arousal she craved into her brain. She slid back to the older man, her hands moving to his button-down shirt, and she started unbuttoning it.

"Jediah," he said, then slid his hand to the young girls throat and tightened his grip, "but you can call me Sir."

She gulped unused to the physicality of this man. John's were mostly timid, but this man was hungry. Hungry for something she'd not experienced before, or maybe since that one night with Kelly and Lexi. She gasped and her hand rose to grip his wrists, suddenly struggling to breath.

"Ppuh phleease, Suhhr," she said and then was unable to speak.

Jediah gripped the young girl, his eyes feasting on her naked form. He held her close to him by the throat, and inhaled, feeding off her arousal and fear. He let go of her neck, then pulled back his hand and slapped her savagely across the cheek.

"Ughowh!" Jenn cried, careening into the nearest bed of the double occupancy room. Her cheek felt like fire and she tasted blood in her mouth as she rolled onto her back, shrinking back away from the suddenly very violent man. 

Jediah tore off his shirt, then leaned over and slapped her across the face twice more. Her neck whipped from side to side. She reeled in a red fog of pain as his strikes bruised her cheeks, and her lip split and began to bleed. 

Jediah's sadistic nature craved this part of the recruitment phase, the sluts needed to know that not all John's were disgruntled family men. Many were prowlers, hunting for their prey, willing to pay good money for a target they could beat. Some brothels catered to these craven men, and the money they brought earned secrecy from the Priesthood hungry for cash. The pain in the moment could be cured rapidly by Priesthood halflings. Not as easily as when Zedekiah led them, but there were still enough to profit from the selling of pain-sluts.

Jenn was overwhelmed, her sexual arousal had endorphins swimming in her bloodstream, the sudden pain and extreme fear she felt only poured more endorphins in response, and her eyes blurred from the near narcotic response to pain her body naturally produced. Her body shifted trying to escape the pain, but deeper, her body craved the intense feeling it left behind. As Jediah slammed her back down, and straddled her waist, his hand dug in his trouser pocket. He gripped her nose with one hand and pulled upwards, while his hand, now holding a ball-gag gripped her chin and shoved the sphere between her teeth. 

She tried to scream, and could only gurgle. Small sounds and muffled grunts of pain were the only sounds as her mouth was filled with the rubber ball. Her tongue flattened against the bottom of her jaw, and her mouth started to fill with saliva as she couldn't swallow well with her jaws forced open.

"Shtaaph!," she pleaded, "eith hhursss"

Jediah only grinned ferally, as he fed his dark sadistic needs. He drew power from her struggle, and welcomed her feeble attempts to hit him back. His halfling power, though weak, was fed by fear and manifested as aggression. This scene he'd started would energize him again, and he was content to start slowly with this new young recruit. 

He knew he couldn't hurt her or leave excessive marks. He flipped her over and held a hand to her back as he attacked her ass with his hand, spanking and punching, clawing and raking her flesh. She groaned into the mattress, the weight of his body too much for her small frame. Jediah knew that Deacon wanted to see her first hand. He'd be happy to see this slut, he reckoned feeling her response.

Normal girls would need to be tortured for days to be trained to handle pain. This one though, even in the short time he'd tortured her was already processing the pain. She wasn't halfling, but she'd been exposed to the aura of one, he felt it. Her nerves and synapses were allowing in the pain, her body chemistry flooded with endorphins, and she was soon drunk with their narcotic effect dulling the pain. Her arousal grew with each rough handling. 

Jediah reversed himself, and sat lightly on the small of her back, his knees at her waist. He grabbed her thighs and opened them, "Keep them spread apart, slut, or this will seem like a tickle." 

Jenn groaned, her thoughts a fog of pain and now lust. Her thighs spread and she growled a low purr into the rubber plug, "ysssthhh Daaadahh" she moaned. 

Jediah's lips curved into a lecherous grin as he decoded the words. His hand worked between her open thighs and under the curve of her reddened and abraded ass. Her cunt was leaking with arousal, not a remnant of her arousal in the bar, or from her last quick fuck with the feckless John. But her body trembled with a new flavor of lust. The pain in her breasts and ass only amplified the cycle of arousal. She ground her bruised sex into his fingers as he shoved them in deep, forcing three, then four fingers into her splayed cunt lips.

Licking his lips, Jediah twisted off of her, almost resigned as he knew further pain wasn't constructive. She would adapt this new kink to her menu, and even crave it soon. But he was going to be fed, and he would feed well. He pushed down his trousers and boxers and gripped his cock, kneeling back up onto the bed. He gripped her hands and brought her wrists together along the base of her spine. He worked his knees up, until his cock teased her cunt, she writhed at the contact rolling her hips to get a taste of his manmeat. 

Jediah worked her wrists and arms, twisting her palms together fingers pointing up along her spine. She groaned at the new pain, and rolled her head to the side looking back over her shoulder at Jediah with lust filled eyes. 

"Futh muh khuunn" Jenn begged through the gag, her hips rolling as Jediah forced her hands higher up her spine. 

He wished he had brought rope along on this trip, keeping her in a reverse prayer pose would be a challenge without rope. He grabbed her elbows and drew them in, as her shoulders rolled back and she screamed in pain into her gag. He slammed into her cunt with a hard thrust and she bucked, welcoming the stiff hot shaft into her buzzing cunt. She growled as her hips rolled, squeezing the invading cock with her inner muscles.

Jediah started rutted, letting his own lust take over. One hand gripped a handful of hair and drug her head back. Her extended jaws, the large rubber gag, and now her craned neck, made breathing a chore. She gagged on her own drool and gurgled as she tried to inhale a draw of oxygen. Jediah hammered her cunt hard with hard strokes, and he felt her body trip easily into orgasm. In her oxygen deprived, pain filled state, the orgasm was a rush of release and pain. Her nerves flexed as they used up the last of the oxygen, and Jenn's eyes rolled back and then her muscles slumped as she blacked out. Jediah let go, and unclipped the gag, making sure she was breathing. 

Stroking his still rigid cock, he finished by coating her reddened back and ass with his hot white cream. When he recovered, he went to his suitcase for supplies. He cuffed her ankles together, then her wrists. behind her back. Using the clips, he pulled her limbs together, and left her lying limp in a rough hog-tied position. Pushing the gag back in her mouth he stood up to admire his work, and ensure she was breathing regularly. Her body was a mess, the once smooth vibrant flesh was bruised and scratched along her sides and ass. She slept with an odd grin, even gagged, that seemed content, at least to Jediah's demented vision.

He slipped to his knees on the opposite bed, the room came with a pair of full sized mattresses. He said his prayers quickly, then slipped between the sheets. He licked his lips, his feeding had been delicious, and now the sleep would recharge his physical body. He'd run her through her paces, then go back to the compound to introduce her to Deacon.

Distant Past: Deborah - Diary Entry



I was craven, I see that now. I still remember how stench of the three day orgy filled my nostrils, as I fled the scene. My powers hadn't waned during the ordeal. I had fed on their constant arousal. I was always alert and knew what I was doing. The men of the compound were in a frenzy of lust. Lust they hadn't felt in their lifetimes. My powers bloomed in awesome display, my body an object of desire for their demented fantasies. I let them feed. I let them get drunk on their perversions.

"Use me," I had said to myself, as their flesh tired from their dark dreams. 

I remember how they clawed at me, trying to mark me. My power kept me radiant and unharmed. I let them into my body, taking them willingly into ass, cunt and mouth. Sucking their lust and passion into me, making me even more powerful. Their human seed tasted like the feast of Bacchus and I let myself get carried away. I watched ferally the young men, too young to participate in the rite of passage, hovering as spectators around this orgy of the gods. 

Zedekiah, was near my age, though genders kept to themselves, I knew of him. He was a brooding young man, though handsome physically. His eyes darkened with his thoughts. 

Zedekiah's father was the Yeqon leader, and a power hungry man. He was involved in my awakening, trying to coordinate the men and control me. He used his powers to control them, as best he could. The early parts of the first night, their lust was hard to control, and my powers overwhelmed him early in the night. 

I was in the center while eight pairs of hands touched me and fed from my power. Zedekiah kept his eyes on me. I remember his icy cold stare, I think he knew what my goal was. He watched as my first victim, his father, fell dead from a heart attack. He turned and walked away. I felt the dark spirits cackle as I had done their bidding. The first victim only whetted their appetite and they encouraged me, urged me to continue.

I continued through the next day, letting the younger men have their fun. I enjoyed their antics and fed on their power and their seed. The first victim had left me feeling powerful, and I shared that willingly with the young men. I watched the elders, my targets. My first victim was crippling, but Zedekiah had promise as his heir. I wanted to end a line with my next victim. I finally saw my target. 

He was considered the wise one, Penemue, a teacher. I knew he was influenced by the dark, his teaching led to female enslavement on and off the ranch. I had friends in each of the leader's houses. They fed me intel as my body was prepped for my unholy birthing into succubus. The Penemue had counseled that I would become addicted to the power, and then they could enslave me. I laughed as I watched him orbit outside of the pleasure pit of male flesh surrounding me. The fact that he only had produced six daughters must have made him feel ashamed and frustrated. No male would be left to continue his line.

I admit I pushed at him a bit, when one virile young man hit me in the right spot and I blossomed into an orgasm that left me pulsing with power. I fed on the young man's powerful seed and focused on the older man. His fall was even more shocking, but the crowd only cleaned up the mess, and restarted their ordination rite.

I was allowed a small respite, as they cleaned up his mess. Even allowing me to cool and cleanse my heated, sweaty, and cum glazed flesh with water and a soft rag. I didn't want or need the cleaning, and spent the time, pushing my power to keep the young men in the game. I needed them to stay aroused, I wasn't done yet. They rallied as my power entranced them. Their youthful cocks stiffening inside my supernatural aura. 

One more target, I promised myself, then I'd leave this place forever, even it if killed me. I focused my attention on the dark Samyaza, sitting on his silly throne, wearing the perverse breastplate. I knew he was protected from my powers as long as he wore that charm. But I didn't need to use my powers. He was a male. He was weakened by his own lusts, I only had to use his natural fleshy nature to ensnare him.




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I worked the crowd of boys that teemed around me, taking them in each hole, and two more in my hands. When a cock exploded in a pulsing flow of white cream that now decorated my flesh, leaving a glaze over the glow of my powers, I pulled another one forward. I danced and showed every male watching that I could make them feel like a god, I'd feed them the power of angels. I fulfilled their sexual needs beyond their beliefs. I worked for a day, enticing that Samyaza. The stream of young men keeping me charged and full of power. 

The leader finally succumbed. Rising from his silly throne and pushing the boys away from me. As he took me, my power bloomed, and I struck. When my senses returned I was in the darkness, away from the throng. Alone I felt the high preist's metallic breast plate with twelve stones hang from my sore fingers. My body was naked, and sticky from the ordeal. I felt tired, weary and sore. As I recalled what I had done I shivered in revulsion, and realized I needed to flee.

I saw a young girl almost my age, walking alone through a small opening between two of the compound's uniform houses. I rushed to her, grabbed her dress, she struggled as I pulled it up her torso. She turned around and was stunned at the sight of me. Powerless as I held the breastplate, I must have looked horrible. While she was stunned by the sight of me, I pulled the dress from her leaving her in her temple garments. I tore off her top garment, exposing her breasts, and she shrieked and ran.

I dropped the breastplate, feeling my power bloom up again. I pulled the dress over my head, covering my flesh, that had felt torn and abraded without my powers. I kneeled down, and worked at the breastplate. Gripping the brownstone, even if it made me tired as my power ebbed. I pulled it free, and dropped the plate to the dust. I wrapped the brown stone inside the girl's upper garment, and paused. Letting my now unrestricted power release and fuel me. I knew that I could escape now. I raced down the drive of the compound, and into the dark night. I was free.

Distant Past: Zedekiah's Journal

The succubus bitch had gotten away. The shock of the high priest's fall was still buzzing through the compound. I was shocked that my father was gone, but not surprised. He was never as controlled as he should have been. Our power was subtle, and he used it too recklessly. 

I traced the trail of blood from the platform. The blood of our leader dripping off the edge of the breastplate. Young men, only slightly older than me in pain from their folly. Fucking anything, even a full blown succubus for three days was excessive. The fools. I wasn't invited on the platform, and I knew I didn't want to be near the stench of that craven whore. They deserved the pain they'd feel. I'd turned away after watching my father fall, I was the oldest Yeqon now. 

The night was just starting to fade, light creeping along the eastern horizon. My dim flashlight would not be needed soon. It's yellow light glinted off a slab of dusty metal, and I kicked it over: The breastplate. I recognized the stones, and recited their names from memory. Baraqiel was missing. The succubus whore had torn it out. Her bloody fingers had marked the brass fittings. 

"Just leave it alone," came a voice behind me, "I'll take care of that, son."

The man was bearded, his eyes light grey, and unreadable. His physical form was slightly gaunt. I watched his hands, scarred deeply from something that had happened to him many years ago. He picked up the breastplate, and slipped it under his arm. His gaze looked at me, and assessed me. I felt a wisdom that went beyond years, as he looked at me with a dead gaze.

"You are close," he said, cryptically, "but not completely gone, there is still a choice you can make."

"What do you mean," I asked a flash of anger blazing behind my eyes, who was this man to judge me?

His smile was only part smile, the other half a knowing frown. He closed his eyes as the sun lifted from the horizon. He sighed as he felt the glow of the warm light. 

"Darkness is hard," he said again, not addressing me completely, and he turned to face the rising sun. "Mind your choices, Zedekiah." And he walked away, turning to walk between two nearby houses. He was long gone before I could follow him.

"How did he know my name?" I wondered, then went back to counsel with the remaining elders.

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Author's Note: Thank you for reading, commenting and voting. The cast has expanded, and the new powers the halfling trio are discovering will come to play as the story continues. Much thanks to mgenette for his editing assistance and feedback. I tend to go in too many directions and he has helped me reel things in and focus. 

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The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 11



Author's Note: Thanks for reading. This chapter starts to fill in some gaps, and explore the character's history and what drives them. I know the story has sprawled, but the headers should help keep things straight.

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Distant Past: Isaiah, Katie and Sammie

When Samantha graduated from high school, Isaiah promoted her to full-time nanny. Part of her compensation was room and board. The money was tight for three people, and four people didn't make it any easier. The benefits of the arrangement though made it easy for the three adults to make the most of the situation. Samantha loved to serve her two lovers, and cared for Jeremiah as he grew into a toddler.

Isaiah started calling her Sammie, which made Katie smile. The two women grew closer, they thought it was normal attraction. Isaiah's gift had helped him to convince them their love was natural and special. They had no reason to doubt it, everything they felt made Isaiah's word feel absolutely true. When they did doubt something, Isaiah would lean closer, concentrate, then explain something. They'd giggle and nod their heads, "of course, I should have known that" was their common refrain. 

Isaiah had known his family had special powers. His father was never able to fully explain it to him. He would allude to them, and hint at them, but never commit to teaching anything to his son. He was gone so often, even with frequent moves to various parts of the region, Zedekiah's sales job kept him out of the house. Isaiah loved his mother, but she was clueless. Any question about this strange idea of powers would be met with the "You have to talk to your, father, he'll know the answer.

The aftermath of him leaving home, and choosing Katie and their son, had further isolated him. He did his best. His guilt at being caught in bed with the babysitter had made him instantly sober. He could fool himself and blame the one and a half beers on his seduction. Overtime though he knew the truth, he had influenced both girls into accepting his selfish pleasures.

It wasn't a horrible situation, the culture of the early 1970s almost reveled in alternative relationships, even the mostly rural community in Oregon seemed to shrug and allow the trio to live in a semblance of peace. 

They had both Katie and Sammie's parents over for Jeremiah's third birthday. The older adults were concerned at first, seeing how close Sammie was with both Katie and Isaiah. There were a few accusing words, tossed by protective fathers and worried mothers. Isaiah's smile and reasonable explanations would calm their fears. The expanded family accepted the unorthodox trio, and loved on the little boy.

Isaiah was troubled though, and he fell into phases of depression. He knew he was living a lie of his own making. That the consequences were handled by more lies only made his moods darker. Finally, he decided he needed to know more about his powers. He needed to find his father, and talk to him. He hated the idea of returning to his father with every fiber of his being. However, he took some leave from work, while Katie was between semesters, and travelled to Montana to find his father.

Past: Jeremiah

I woke up to the sound of a telephone ringing. As I blinked the small form in the shape of a nicely tanned Lexi was heading to the phone. She turned back, her red hair looking amazing against her now tawny and freckle-less flesh. 

"Hello," she said, "Alexis speaking."

I raised a brow, wondering how the person on the other line would react to that. To my knowledge no one knew an Alexis lived here, nor would they associate her voice with mine. Maybe Jerry would, but he'd be more apt to drop by unannounced then ring me at 8:45 in the morning.

"Oh yes, Mr. Jones, I remember you." she said smiling over at me, completely nude. My eyes followed the flawless curves of her strong flexible body, and I felt my cock stiffen.

I crawled over the still sleeping bodies of the three flawless girls in my bed. "I'm sleeping with supermodels," I thought to myself, still amazed at the long night of body sculpting.

"Sure," Lexi said as I approached, "he's right here."

She handed me the phone, and kissed my cheek, "Good morning, Master."

"Hello," I said into the receiver as I hugged Lexi quickly before she sauntered into her closet, dressing for her morning run, "This is Jeremiah."

"Mr. Jackson," the salesman said on the other end, "Just wanted to let you know your cruiser is on it's way. It should be at your address in about an hour and a half. Can I confirm your address, and that you'll be present to receive your new cruiser?"

"Oh wow," I said suddenly remembering how much we needed to do when the cruiser arrived. I repeated my address and assured him that I would be home. As I hung up the phone I went back to the bed and woke my sleeping beauties.

"Time to get moving, lovers," I said, softly touching each of them, "The RV will be here in an hour and a half."

Carmen looked over at me with a yawn, and a stretch. Then as she processed the words she shot up, her new firmer breasts still had a nice bounce to them. She slipped out of bed, as I admired my work.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" She asked scrambling to get dressed, "we wasted so much time yesterday!"

That may have been true, but I enjoyed the fruits of my work as I watched the three sleeping beauties slip naked across the room to their closets to get dressed. Lexi appeared in her skimpy running attire, and promised Carmen, she'd be quick. 

I followed Alyssa into our closet, and distractedly pulled at my erection as she pulled her jeans up her taut legs. My erection pulsed at the view of her bending over to lift a t-shirt off a shelf. She turned and looked at me as she pulled the shirt over her top, stretching the logo across her perky breasts. She noticed me absently stroking my cock at the shift of her stiff nipples under the cotton tee.

"Like what you see?" she smiled, and slipped forward putting her hand over mine, "I know I do."

She took a few moments to stroke with me, then kissed my cheek, "C'mon, Carmen will have our hides if we get distracted again today."

"Focus," I repeated to myself, and sighed as I pulled some boxers over my turgid shaft, then tucked it inside my jeans and put on a t-shirt. I shook my head to clear the thoughts, then headed upstairs to check in with Carmen for what needed to be done.

Distant Past: Isaiah

Isaiah felt a slow dull pain grow in his gut as his car sped further away from his home. Katie and Sammie would be fine while he was on his trip, and Jeremiah adored both of his mother's. The precocious toddler would probably not even realize his father's absence. He drove east and wound up the highway through the foothills of the Cascade range, then deeper into the mountains. He reckoned his route across the high desert of Eastern Oregon through Boise and south of the Bitterroot mountains would keep him clear of any snowfall, before he drove north towards Pinebluff. 

The rain that dumped on the western half of the Cascades would only be a bother for the first few hours of his trip. The rainshadow of those towering mountain peaks kept the eastern half of the state dry the majority of the time. As he wound through the hills, he realized he was hungry. The fall day was cold, and rainy, but the parks were still open for most of the lakes. The skiing season hadn't begun, and fishermen would be looking for their last catch. He remembered a small lodge on the edge of a small lake formed by an artesian spring. 

"They serve good hamburgers," Isaiah recalled as he downshifted and made the turn down the winding entrance to the park, "I'll fill my stomach, and can still make Burns by nightfall."

He parked in the gravel parking lot, and walked quickly in the rain to the wooden cabin that served as a lunch counter/boat rental office. The lake allowed no motor boats, and the tight winding road to the park discouraged most boat trailers. The lodge rented out rowboats by the hour, and on this rainy day, most were clipped to the pier with short chains, and drifted in the wind. 

Isaiah shook the rain from his hair as he entered the lodge, and found a stool at the lunch counter. The kind older woman who split time taking orders and filling out a crossword came and poured him a cup of coffee.

"I'd like a burger and fries, please" Isaiah said as she looked at him with a smile and a lifted brow. 

She nodded, and penciled it onto her pad, then turned and rang a bell slipping the sheet onto a ring of metal. His was the only order, as she swung it around towards the kitchen. Some noises came from the kitchen, and soon the sizzle of meat hitting hot iron filled the air.

The door opened, and the lady looked up, again with a smile and raised eyebrow at the new guest. His bearded face and gaunt form had Isaiah thinking he might be a vagrant traveler. 

"The usual, Marge," the man said with a smile, and then looked at Isaiah, "Mind some company for lunch?"

"Um, sure," Isaiah said with a wave inviting the man to sit next to him. Marge repeated her routine, and settled quietly back at her crossword. It seemed this lunch counter ran on telepathy, as she hadn't said a word, but two lunches were being cooked with quiet efficiency. 

Isaiah had expected a different smell from the rough looking man sitting beside him. Instead of sweat and other body odors, the fragrance of the forest emanated from his form, smelling of pine and a bit of smoke. Not unpleasant at all.

"What brings you here?" the man asked, with the air of someone that was a regular, protecting his turf. Curiously though, not unkindly.

"Passing through," Isaiah said, "Heading to Montana to search for my father."

The man smiled and ran his fingers through his beard, shedding the rain water that had collected there, "Searching for a father is good work, though sometimes it can be frightening."

Isaiah nodded, unsure what to say in response, and the man slid a copper metal plate with eleven stones across the counter towards Isaiah. Isaiah looked at it curiously, one stone was missing, the hole it left apparent along the top row. The other stones were not spectacular, in this setting it looked more like a fishing lure than anything else. Isaiah looked at the man, whose kind grey eyes caught his smile, though his beard was masking his lips.

"That's for you," the man said, "It'll protect you on your journey."

"Ummm, thanks... " Isaiah said, picking up the odd thing to look at it closer, "I didn't catch your name."

"These people call me Josh," he said, spreading his arms to indicate - Marge and the unseen cook. At least that was all that were currently present in the tiny cabin. Isaiah thought the statement a bit weird to say in such a small company.

Josh started in on some stories of fishing, and Isaiah wanting to be polite accepted the strange gift and slipped the odd metal plate into his jacket pocket. By the time the older man had finished his tales, the pair had finished their lunches. They both rose to leave, and the old man caught Isaiah's hand as he reached for his wallet.

"Put them both on my tab Marge," Josh said with again the smiling eyes, "It was a pleasure to break bread with you Isaiah."

Isaiah looked curiously at the man, thinking, "I don't remember telling him my name," but holding out his hand to shake and thank the man for an enjoyable lunch and for his stories. 

The man's hand had scarring on the palms that made the touch feel a bit different. "Must have gotten snagged on a fish hook, or line," Isaiah thought to himself, recalling some of the more exciting tales the man had shared.

"Keep looking up, Isaiah," the man said as they parted ways in the pouring rain, "There is always light above the clouds."

Isaiah smiled at the saying, and the truth in the man's words, and waved as he rushed back to his car. He started the engine and headed up the winding exit. He turned back onto the highway and accelerated towards the summit of the pass, eager to put some miles behind him. He still felt the ache of missing his two lovers and his son, but he felt oddly energized about making the trip now.

Past: Jeremiah

I finished bringing up my luggage to the living room where Carmen had us stage our gear. I had two suitcases, and a duffle bag. I really had no idea what to pack, as the events of our hasty trip were undefined. So I packed about ten days of clothes that should work in a variety of climates. It was summer, and in the northwest, that could mean a variety of weather, from a hot humid day, to a drenching thunderstorm. I stacked them in the growing pile of suitcases and boxes in the living room as we waited for the coach to arrive.

Carmen had us well organized, she had stacks of kitchen supplies that she had purchased in the expanded shopping trip after we bought the coach. Her ability to store lists of requirements in her brain was amazing. I trusted her intuition as she had yet to forget one thing. Her own personal gear was also incredibly compact, I thought, for a grown woman, she knew what she wanted to wear, and didn't need a lot of options. I had told the girls I wanted them to take at least one outfit that could be used to go out to a nice restaurant. She'd shown me a form fitting black dress that clung to her shapely thighs. I immediately approved.

Lexi also packed simply. Her love of running and rope-climbing added another bag of gear to the pile. She made up for the excess though, by a streamlined set of clothes and outfits that fit her comfortably, and her dress for the night out was a stunning green a-line skirt that accentuated her muscular legs. The top was truncated and had me smiling at the glimpse of the tightly muscled abdomen the outfit displayed.

Alyssa packed much like me. Comfortable jeans and t-shirts. Some flannel button ups for the cooler days we might have in the mountains. She packed some over-sized sweaters that she loved to wear when she was studying, often pulling her knees up inside to warm her legs. Her special outfit was a warm red one-piece dress with a skirt that hung comfortably and danced just above her knees. 

Kelly... She was a different type of girl, or perhaps more typical. Where most of us had two or three bags, Kelly had eight. One simply for her cosmetics and hair supplies. Why a dazzling succubus needed such mundane things was a mystery to me. She also had three outfits for every possible weather combination. Another suitcase was filled with belts, cheap costume jewelry and other accessories. I shrugged, the motorcoach we had bought had plenty of storage underneath the carriage for our expanded bags. So it wasn't much of a worry.

Carmen loved to tease Kelly for her extravagance. Her Barbie-like personality was in true form as she carried three full armloads of her things up from the basement. I knew she'd look fantastic in anything, but her fashion choices would also be perfect for the environment. She had three different special outfits picked out.

"You never know exactly what you need, Jeremiah," she told me as she modeled the three outfits for me, her perfect form looking amazing in every outfit. "I can't possibly only take one."

"Okay, Kelly," I surrendered, "If you can convince Carmen, then it's fine with me." I didn't mind passing the buck, but with a thought warned Carmen not to be too strict with Kelly.

They haggled, and Carmen whittled Kelly's luggage down to five bags and a much smaller make-up bag. In the middle of the final negotiations on Kelly's luggage, a loud horn blew a tune and the rumble of a bus was heard outside. 

We filed out the door to watch our large cruiser slip easily alongside the curb outside the house. The driver waved out the window as he left the engine running, and climbed out of the driver seat. He went through the main cabin and came out the side door.

"Jeremiah Jackson?" He asked with a smile, as a smaller car pulled up behind the large bus.

"That's me," I said, "Thanks for bringing her down safely." I shook his hand and pushed a tip into his palm, unsure of the protocol for camper delivery services.

He felt me press the bill into his hand and smiled. Apparently I guessed correctly, as he smoothly pocketed my money. I signed receipt of the papers, and he took me on a quick tour of the driver's panel and plant management console. Satisfied I understood, he waved and slipped into the passenger seat of the other car. We were left with our brand new, fully customized, motorcoach in our yard.

Carmen whistled through her fingers and we started pushing gear from the house to the camper. She seemed to know exactly where everything went. When the cargo load was finished, she shooed Kelly and Alyssa out of the cabin.

"Lexi and I have some arranging to do," she said, "You three will just be in the way, go find something to do."

I shrugged and headed to the house, thinking of what pleasurable things I could do with this unexpected time, when I heard the phone ring. Kelly slipped inside and picked it up, her face smiling, as she answered cheerfully.

"Oh, hi, Tommy!" she said and I recognized how the girls addressed my uncle. I had too much respect for the man to call him anything other than Thomas or Uncle. I was glad that the girls felt so welcomed by him, they could call him by his preferred nickname.

"Sure," Kelly said, looking at me and Alyssa, "We can come down right now. Is it okay if Alyssa came along?"

She nodded at his response then took hold of both our hands. "Tommy has the marriage license and paperwork for us to sign, we should do that so that mother won't have to worry about that while we're gone."

Alyssa smiled and hugged Kelly tight, "Thank you for inviting me, Kelly," she said, "But that is for you and Jeremiah. I wanted to read some more and study some more things. I'll see you when you get back."

I looked at Alyssa, making sure she was okay. She pushed back a happy thought, letting me know she was doing exactly what she wanted to do. She also reassured me in her way, that marrying Kelly was the right thing for all of us. 

Reassured, I took Kelly's hand and we walked in the direction of my uncle's house. The summer day was just the right temperature. We were both a bit worn out from working to fill the cruiser, that the light breeze felt good on our perspiring flesh.

Uncle Thomas was on his porch to welcome us, "Where is Alyssa?" he asked.

"She stayed home," I answered, "she is in a research mode. When she's curious about something, you can't turn her brain off."

Kelly giggled, and I felt her recall her ride home with Alyssa bouncing between forms, "That's so true of her!" Kelly hugged Thomas and kissed his cheek. 

Thomas blushed and welcomed her, "There is someone I'd like you two to meet," he said ushering us into his study.

A broad woman with brown hair rose from a chair as Thomas entered his study. She was slightly plump but her warm character met us both with a smile. She rose and took Kelly's hand in hers. 

"I'm Miranda," she said, "Pastor of the Universal Church."

She looked at Kelly in the eyes as if assessing her with a long glance, then lowered her eyes, spying the brown pendant that Carmen demanded Kelly wear.

"We can't be getting distracted," Carmen had said with a smile, "We'll never leave if we stop to fuck every five minutes, you keep that thing on, Mistress."

Kelly blushed, as I felt her remember Carmen's words, then listen to the pleasant Reverend speak.

"What a fascinating stone," Miranda said, her tone snapping us both back into the present conversation, "I'm sure there is a story behind that."

Kelly nodded and paused unsure if she should reply, but Miranda had turned to face me, "You must be Jeremiah," she said, "I knew your mother and father, many years ago, before I was ordained. They were a lovely couple."




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I smiled, also unsure of what to say as she motioned for us to sit down. She turned and looked at Thomas with her studious gaze. Indicating that he needed to start whatever this meeting was.

Thomas coughed into his fist, "Yes, well, your marriage license requires that you have pre-marital counseling," He looked at both of us, then at Miranda who smiled comfortably, "Miranda has generously offered her services to take care of that requirement. Miranda..."

The meeting more clear in my mind, I worried that our stories would be different, that she'd see through our facade. I forced myself to smile, "That is wonderful, I know this seems a rush. Kelly's parents have a very tight schedule, and three weeks is the best fit."

"Tell me how you met Kelly, Jeremiah?" Miranda asked, her gaze constantly shifting between our faces. Her warm smile and comfortable demeanor started to put me at ease. She wasn't an enemy, not in Thomas' house.

I related my trip to her school in Eastern Washington. How we met, felt our connection fell in love. I told about our infatuation, and how we met each other halfway between our schools mid-semester. Kelly picked up on my tale, and related how her parents were closer here, how she transferred to State to be closer to me.

"Sounds like a lovely, if not rapid romance," Miranda said pleasantly, her statement putting an end to our story. 

"The State of Oregon takes marriage between a man and woman very seriously," she continued with a warm smile. "I find the union of male and female to be the basis of our society. Two people pledging fidelity to each other, solely (she emphasized) is what makes our culture work so well."

We both nodded, and didn't speak, letting her continue.

"Thomas tells me you are pregnant, Kelly," she said seriously, "I must ask, and do not take this as a judgement, that's not my place. Are you positive it is Jeremiah's child?"

Kelly blushed, then nodded, "Jeremiah is the only man I've ever been with, it must be his." Her precise and honest statement assured her and I nodded.

"We connected so naturally," I said, "I never though of birth control. So while we didn't intend to have a child, I take responsibility for raising our child."

Miranda laughed, her eyes bright with an inner wisdom, "It is the folly of man, that they think they have control over procreation."

That hung in the air for a second, as she looked at us, and returned to her warm smile. "You both are very committed to each other, I can feel the connection. The state feels the union of father and mother provide a safe place for a child to feel love and grow in a natural relationship. Is that what you both seek?"

"Yes," I said immediately, somewhat surprised at how I connected to what she proposed. I'd never really thought about what a child needed. Her short sentence regarding a husband and wife resonated in my gut. 

"I want that for our child, to the best of my ability." I stated confidently.

Kelly slipped her hand along my elbow, pulling herself close, "We both do," she stated simply.

Miranda leaned back in her seat, her warm eyes watching us, then turned to Thomas, "I'll sign the papers, Thomas. They are exactly how you related to me, a wonderful young couple."

After signing her name to the affidavit, she smiled and turned back to me, "I hope your love burns as brightly as your parents, and lasts much much longer. They died too young."

She touched me, and it was as if she could soak in my feelings, as I thought of what I knew of my parents. Or thought I knew, the stories I'd heard as a kid, or even from my Uncle seemed at odds with what we were discovering about my father. She smiled enigmatically, and squeezed my hands in hers as she rose to leave.

"You were loved, Jeremiah," she said, "Deeply. I can feel their souls in your touch, and know they still look after you, even in the next plane."

I smiled thanking her, and processed that last cryptic statement. I didn't know anything about religion, or the teachings of the Universal Church. Her presence was soothing, and her words to me felt like an honest encouragement. I held on to her words, so I could remember what she said as we discovered more of the truth.

After Miranda left, my Uncle was pure business. Having us sign the marriage license application, and assured me that the legal paperwork would be complete.

"When are you expected back?" he asked as he placed the last paper in a pile, and rising to hug us both.

I looked at Kelly, and she answered, "Three weeks. Mother has made plans for three weeks from Saturday, in our garden. Please tell me you can come, and bring your wife, and family. We are all family now."

"Of course, we wouldn't miss it." Thomas said and kissed her cheek, "You two be safe, and careful. The things Alyssa and I found about that evil cult are disturbing to say the least. Get what you need to learn of your father and get out. No other good will come from lingering in that region. Tell the girls I sent my love."

Kelly and I left, and walked back home, our arms hooked together. We were happy, and looked forward to a bright future. The sunny day though in an Oregon summer can be fleeting, and we hurried home as we spied a rain cloud forming and moving west towards us. We slid up the steps of the house just as the rain started to fall.

Distant Past: Deborah - Diary Entry 

My soul hurts. I was selfish to leave the Priesthood. I knew I had to escape, but had I known the cost, I should have killed myself in the end. My own selfishness kept me alive. I don't know why I survived, why the instinct to keep breathing kept me going. 

I had no idea as I walked that lonely road to the neighboring town that night, I had left the compound with the seed of so many evil men stirring in my wound. It never crossed my mind I could become pregnant with their spawn. The couple that took me in, cleaned me up and fed me, listened to my story, and gave me money. Putting me on a bus and sending me to a home for battered women they knew of in Boise. They didn't know the whore they helped was bearing the seed of demons. They should have left me beside the road to die.

I couldn't kill the thing that made my belly rise a month after I arrived to the shelter. The sisters of the rite didn't believe in abortion, regardless of parentage. I pleaded with them to not let this spawn breathe. They had no idea what to do with me, my ravings sounded like a mad woman I'm sure. They found a spot in a mental hospital, and I spent most of the rest of the pregnancy restrained at night. Lying on my back, looking up at the window to the stars in the sky, my wrists and feet bound, "for my safety".

My hatred for the cult only grew there, as I sat in this jail of soft white walls, and leather straps. This place was no different really, always controlling the females, can't let them make their own decisions. I was filled with hate, darkness and anger as my belly slowly grew larger.

I was plotting how to kill my child when the time came to give birth. I was fantasizing about how I could make it look natural as I breathed through the contractions, they felt like tickles compared to the pain my father often tortured me with. I plotted how a single pillow at night could make the beast stop breathing, as I started to push. My vagina opening to allow the spawn of demons to find the air of light. I cursed at the fates as the wriggling creature started to cry it's pitiful tune.

Then the cursed nurses put the baby girl to my breast. One look in her eyes, and I was gone. I can't harm my own child, I must protect her, I must keep her safe. Her eyes sought mine and a bond of love, so strange to my young body, formed. Her small fingers wrapped around my fingers. I felt my heart leap in joy, and I knew her name.

"Call her Elizabeth," I said to the nurse, "Please, her name is Elizabeth."

Past: Jediah and Jenn

Jediah tugged at Jenn's dark tangle of hair, her half nude body scrambling in the ripped dress he'd pulled over her bruised flesh. He looked at the door numbers as he pulled her down the hall. Jenn's mouth dripped a drop of blood on the floor as she worked her tongue over the hole in her jaw where a tooth had been.

Jediah pulled to a halt outside a room, and slammed the girls head into the door. His feral grin dark as he licked his lip, inhaling her sudden flash of pain as her skull pounded into the door. 

"Key," he said simply.

The girl put the brass key she clung to into his hand. Her arms shaking from the shock her body was lapsing in and out of. Her humiliation of waking hogtied to the bed, and the pain of an hour of torture she'd endured before he dressed her and took her down the hall. She was filled with shame, fear, humiliation, and a dark part of her brain was thrilled by the feelings even as her physical body ached and poured more endorphins into her blood. 

She felt sorry for the girl she saw as she hovered over the pair at the doorway. Her mind detaching from her body to cope with the events of the last 8 hours. She felt like she was flying, or at least floating as the man unlocked the door and shoved her body awkwardly into the room.

He tossed her limp frame to the bed, and the man sleeping there woke with a start. Looking wildly around until he saw Jediah looking down at him. He shrank back as he saw the rage in the older man's dark eyes. She watched from the upper corner of the room as her body lapsed in and out of consciousness.

"You're supposed to be protecting her, Michael," the older man spat at the younger man.

"I know Jediah," he said, looking wildly around finding the girl slumped on the bed beside him. He rolled towards her then recoiled as he saw how badly she'd been beaten, "I was exhausted. Who did this to her."

Jediah leaned towards the boy, and spat at him, "I did, you fool." 

Michael shrank back from the man, and looked back and forth from the beaten girl to the angry man. Jediah fixed his gaze at Michael until Michael dropped his eyes to the floor. Then he slumped into a chair, and exhaled a long breath.

The girl groaned and curled into a fetal position, her head still not aware of her surroundings. Jediah had driven her through a pain-arousal cycle this morning, addicting her to the endorphin rush. He truncated it with frustration, because she started craving the pain a bit too much. It was a balance he needed. A good whore served her John's passions, not her own perverse needs. 

He shifted his eyes back to Michael, who looked strung out, exhausted. Now with Jediah's scolding he felt shame, Michael had let his guard down. He could have lost this girl to a real predator, one that wouldn't have stopped. She could have been killed.

"Take it as a lesson, Michael," Jediah said, slipping into a mentoring tone, "These girls are merchandise, they are our product. We have to look out for them, until they are safe in their houses. I want you to go back into the field and find a new mark."

"What?" Michael said, looking up at him, "I was going to take her to the compound, see her through the whole process, then take her to her assignment."

"I'll take her," Jediah said, "She's a special one, and I think a bit above your level."

"Let me go with you," Michael said, "I want to see the rest of process. Please Jediah? This has been a hard year, that first mark was such waste of time."

Jediah nodded, "True, a dry desert is what you told me, but she led you to this one, right?"

"Yeah," Michael said, tiredly, "That first mark, Kelly just disappeared. She was a cold fish anyways. I was playing the wrong role. I can't be a college boyfriend. I'm better playing the bad boy. Forbidden fruit. But I've put so much time into Jenn, I want to see the finished product."

Jediah thought to himself, and he remembered the toil it took being on the road, trying to seduce and corrupt women. It took a while to get the process down. Michael was showing promise. He looked over at Jenn, still a mess from his treatment. And that had only whetted his appetite, he needed another conquest to soothe his hunger. Jenn had been used up.

"Take the day, get the girl cleaned up," Jediah said standing and walking out of the room, "I want to leave first thing in the morning. You do a good job, I'll think about letting you come along."

"Understood, boss," Michael said, turning and waking Jenn with a slap to the face. 

Jediah left the boy to his task, and walked back his room. A short nap, and he could be on the prowl by dinner time. He had several targets that fed his dark thoughts, they all showed up in places like this from time to time. Rural areas had their share of lonely housewives, or newly divorced cougars. He looked forward to his hunt. 

Past: Jeremiah

Alyssa looked worn down as Kelly and I came back inside our empty house. Her eyes were damp, as if she'd been crying. She marked her place with an old photo and put aside the diary she'd been reading. She stood and greeted Kelly first, hugging her tightly. She lifted up her hand and gripped the brown stone pendant tight, looking in Kelly's eyes.

I watched, confused, as her eyes brightened, and her posture straightened. When we walked in the room seemed darker, and suddenly it felt brighter as I felt power project from the stone outward to fill the room. 

"Thank you," Alyssa said with a deep sigh, leaning and hugging Kelly as she relaxed from the tension she'd been experiencing.

"What was that about?" I asked, as the pair of girls touched foreheads, taking a moment to share a bond.

"Kelly's grandmother's diaries." Alyssa finally said turning to me, as Kelly lowered her head and leaned into Alyssa, placing her head on her shoulder, resting it there.

"What about them?" I asked concerned suddenly.

"They are surrounded by darkness," Alyssa said, "She was tormented by dark spirits her entire life. Her experiences fill their pages, and I'm beginning to feel how she must have felt. Those spirits still linger over her possessions. They..."

She drifted off, looking at me cryptically, then continued, "I have no empirical way of describing this, Jeremiah. But I'm learning this world is beset with spiritual powers, light and dark."

She pointed at the diaries, "those are dark," she lifted Kelly's pendant, "this is light." 

I nodded but was still confused, as she continued trying to explain "Light always overcomes darkness, J. The only hope the darkness has is hiding."

I shook my head puzzled. I put my arms around her and Kelly. I pushed as much love, contentment, and ... light into them, and they relaxed. Slowly we all straightened as the pulse of power from the stone faded into the background.

"I really don't understand," I admitted.

"I need to read those books, even if they are dark," Alyssa said, "I need to know the secrets if we want to survive."

"That sounds melodramatic," I said, "We're going to a bank, in a small town. Then we are coming back. We will enjoy nature and mountains and springs as we go. I really don't think this is a trip to Mordor."

Suddenly Carmen was at the door, "Okay Master, Mistress, and Mistress, your carriage awaits!"

We forgot about what we were doing, and headed towards the coach. Aly stopped me and pulled me back, "Carry those books for me, J." she said, "I want to have them as we drive."

I picked up the box, still thinking she was being unreasonable, lifting the small box easily and heading towards the door. By the time I climbed the steps into the main cabin of the motorcoach my arms felt weakened, and my mind held dark thoughts. Flashes of anger pulsed through my brain. I felt jealousy, hate, and rage try to slip into my brain. I plopped the box down and slid it into one of the closets. The feelings lessened, but didn't go away. 

I looked around for Kelly, my eyes must have looked wild for she looked at me with fear in her eyes. Then she softened, and hugged me, pressing that brown stone against the flesh of my neck. I felt it pulse again and my mind cleared, and filled with different thoughts, hope and love.

"Okay," I managed as Carmen looked at me as if I had grown a second head, "I understand better now, Alyssa."

Carmen slipped into the driver's seat and pulled a pair of shades over her eyes, "Hold on kids, we're underway."

"But," I started thinking, "What was the plan? Did she know the way?" but Kelly and Alyssa started talking before I could voice my concerns.

"The contractor will be here in an hour or two, you've already signed power-of-attorney, and he has everything he needs to start" Kelly said.

"His workers are going to move the rest of our stuff to storage, this afternoon," Alyssa continued.

"We're going to Betsy's first," Lexi said curling next to me on the sofa I was sitting in.

"I want to try to contact Jenn one more time before we are without a phone line," Kelly explained, "Mom wants to cook us all dinner."

"I have something I want to talk to her about too," Alyssa said leaning in and talking more to Kelly, then explaining things to me. Lexi leaned in and changed sofas, talking more plans with the pair.

I looked up to see Carmen laughing at me in the rear-view mirror. I got up and slid into the co-pilot seat. 

"Don't worry, Papi," she said, "We've got everything under control."

I smiled and closed my eyes, believing her completely, but the question buzzed in the back of my brain, "Control of what?"

Distant Past: Isaiah

The light of the town of Burns glowed on the horizon as Isaiah cruised the deserted highway. He knew there was a hotel there, and he was tired and could use the rest. He was also lonely. He had been thinking of Katie and Sammie, and hoped they were doing well.

He pulled into the hotel, an older building. He parked and went inside, there was a small bar with a few tables for food service opposite of the front desk. He reserved a room, then went to the bar to have a beer and a bite to eat, before he went up to the room.

The barmaid was a trim dark skinned girl, probably had native american blood, thought Isaiah. She smiled brightly at him. He ordered his beer, and as he drank he only felt more lonely. Absently watching the young women tend to the few customers, he loitered longer than he planned. 

She was wearing tight jeans that clung to her shapely ass, and her button down shirt, stretched the hotel logo across her ample breasts tightly. She had about three buttons unbuttoned that revealed a deep cleavage that her darker complexion only accentuated. He smiled more at her as he drank a second beer. He usually stuck to one. He was too much of a light weight to drink more and stay sober. 

He remembered the feeling he had the first night he seduced Sammie, and their lives changed. He watched the young woman as she drifted closer, he scanned her, just to see if that still worked. He didn't fully understand what he saw in her, but her eyes glanced up at him and smiled. He felt her alight with arousal, and curiosity. But those feeling were kept at bay by a strong self-control. She was attracted to Isaiah, but noticed his ring, and didn't pursue it more.

Intoxicated, Isaiah wanted more. His brain, blurred from the alcohol, he put his hand in his jacket pockets. He leaned back and tried to push her to flirt more. As his hand brushed the metal plate he'd placed there, his power failed. He blinked shocked, as he tried again and also failed. He pulled out the plate and looked at it. One stone was alight with golden lines, that pulsed then faded.

"Strange," Isaiah thought, and kept his hands away from the plate and tried to push another thought to the intoxicating young woman behind the bar. She turned from the other side of the bar, and walked back towards him.

"Are you staying the night here," she asked, her dark eyes glinting, "I'm Maria." 




The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 11



She leaned over to look at Isaiah, her moral curve sparked with arousal as Isaiah smiled back at her.

She thought to herself, "I don't have to be so afraid of married men, at least not with travelers. This man was attractive, and his eyes so kind. I could enjoy a night with him. A one nighter wouldn't be horrible." 

Isaiah watched, observing her eyes, as she looked him over. She looked back at his eyes, then down to his lips. She wet her bottom lip, her teeth biting into the tender flesh. She dropped her eyes to his chest, flicking from his eyes to his firm looking body.

Isaiah was suddenly stricken with guilt, as he could feel her start to heat up. He grabbed the copper plate, and her eyes suddenly dimmed, and smiled at him. Wiping the counter and walking back to her station.

Isaiah left a big tip, and scurried up to his room. Fleeing the bar as he carried that strange plate in his fist. He laid his head on the pillow, and placed his hand on the plate and went to sleep. His thought a confused mess as he considered what he might have done.

Maria watched as the handsome man left so suddenly. He looked like he'd seen a ghost. She sighed, he was attractive but unavailable. She wanted nothing to do with a married man. Besides her boyfriend would be by soon, and he'd be angry if he caught her flirting with any man. She cleaned the bar, and didn't give the man another thought.

Present: Jeremiah

Jeremiah sat at his desk thinking, after Alyssa returned to the party. He was thinking of her last words after he'd brought her to a quick orgasms, dispelling Isaac's latent sexual energy. 

"An incubus that can mold people's wills," she had said, "That boy needs to be watched."

As if on cue, a woman entered my study, knocking on the door. Even in the dim light, I recognized the halo of white hair that was styled precisely on her head. Her frame familiar to me, as she smiled and walked to my desk, sitting in a chair opposite me.

"Jeremiah," she said, "I'm worried about my grandson."

"I know Mom," I told Betsy as she scooted closer, "Alyssa and I were just talking about him We've told him about our family."

"You should have told him sooner, Jeremiah," she said stridently, "He could have been ready, he could have been trained by now."

"Betsy, we didn't know if he would even have powers," I said, "Nothing in Alyssa's research has ever mentioned two halflings having children that had powers."

"Well, you should expect that would have been hidden, kept secret," Betsy said, nonplussed, "I can feel him move through the house, he isn't aware of the effect he has on everyone."

"He is a bit over-charged right now," I admitted, "that poor girl was kissing him half the night. I adjusted her. He leaked a bit in making her kiss him to surprise me. The girls really wanted a surprise party. That part at least was a surprise."

"It's not a joke, Jeremiah!" she said seriously, "You of anyone else here, even Kelly, should know what the dangers are."

"Mom, we've discussed this, Aly and Kelly and I," I reminded her, "You watch him like a hawk. Even Carmen and Lexi watch him, they are like mother hens, sending me reports on his behavior throughout the day. No other halfling has ever had this much adult supervision. We have a plan."

Betsy sighed and slumped back in the chair, "I know, dear," she said retreating, "I'm just worried, and I'll talk to whomever thought up that stunt, we can't go around tempting that boy so."

"I'll talk to Carmen," Jeremiah said, and she nodded knowingly.

"I love that girl, as if she were one of mine, but she is as mischievous as a sprite," she quieted as she thought about Carmen, "It is good that she met you, Jeremiah... the darkness would have used her up, and spit her out. With you, she's known love and light. I forget that sometimes, my love. Sometimes I have too much of my mother in me."

"Thank you Betsy," Jeremiah said standing up and hugging her, "You are the best grandmother to Zac, he is well loved and surrounded by light. We will keep him safe, all of us. We'll figure it out."

Betsy slipped her arm into Jeremiah's and he escorted her back to the party. Later that night she'd retire to her room in the large estate. She'd remember her husband, and say her prayers. She would stand vigil over her beloved grandson, until she felt him sleep. Only then would she rest herself. This was her sacred duty, she would not fail again.

Past: Jeremiah

I stretched out in the comfortable co-pilot chair as Carmen confidently drove the cruiser out of town and headed towards the interstate. She smiled over at me, then shimmied in her newly molded flesh.

"I still can't believe what you did to me?" Carmen said as she glanced at her flawless physique. 

Her training as a dancer had built strong muscles, on a sturdy frame. Her genetics, though, made it easy to add more curve to her when she went lax on her diet. The past six weeks she hadn't paid a lot of attention. Last night as we all paid careful attention to every curve, she'd become a bit self-conscious at how loose some sections of her arms and belly had become. By the end of the night, her flesh was tight, washboard abs, tight round butt. A dancer's body through and through. 

"And that thing you did with my bush, Papi?" she whistled, "I like that a lot, but it got me thinking..."

"That's always trouble, Carmen," I said looking over at her.

"Well listen to me. You know how you molded those rings you put in our ... you know what." she said, usually not so shy with her words. 

"Clit hood," I said.

"Yeah, fuck, I always forget the name of that," she continued, "fuck, Papi, that was hot..."

She wriggled a bit, thinking about it, which led to more wriggles, and I had to cough to get her attention. 

"Anyways," she finally said, "I've always had a hermaphrodite fantasy..."

"Hermafra-what?" I said, "You forget clit-hood, but you remember that."

"Hush," she said with a blush, "A chick with a dick and pussy, is that more plain for you Master? Could you make one of us like that?"

I thought about it, and thought maybe I could, but the last couple hours of thinking of marriage and the dark spirits, made the whole thing a bit heavy, "I probably could," I said, "But right now, the last thing I want to talk about is sex fantasy."

"Oh I understand, Master," she said, "This is some deep shit you're going through."

"I'll figure it out," I said, reciting my mantra, "Tell me more about you, though. How did you grow up?"

Carmen looked over at me for a long moment, then let out a long sigh, "I don't like to talk about my family, Master."

"I know," I said, "But I'm curious, I know more about Lexi's foster parentages, than I know about you."

She was silent for a moment, then stiffened her back as she drove, and started talking, "My mother, Maria, was half Indian, the teepee type, not the hindu type. My father was 100% Mexican."

I leaned back to listen and encouraged her with comforting thoughts.

"They met in a small town in Eastern Oregon," she continued, "Her family was small and poor, and the town didn't have much opportunities for minorities. She started working in a hotel keeping their bar.

"

"Anyway," she relayed, "My father was part of a motorcycle gang, he had a really wild past, and the gang felt like family to him. He didn't do drugs, or get drunk too much. But his gang, they started running drugs from Northern California to Nevada. They'd found that taking a roundabout path through Oregon was less noticeable than a direct route through Reno."

I thought about the geography and nodded, understanding. The direct route was filled with tourists, and would have lots of watching eyes. The couple times his uncle took him duck hunting in the high desert, it always seemed deserted. 

"That actually makes sense," I said, "What kind of drugs."

"Oh every kind, they made the rounds to all the whore houses outside of Reno and along the northern interstate of Nevada. The Johns came for pussy and stayed for the drugs." she said.

I wasn't sure if she connected that our quest would be passing through that area, or that my grandfather used to work the same places. The whole story started to sound like deja-vu.

"One night, the gang stayed in my mother's town." Carmen continued, "He spent the first night just talking to her at the bar. They were attracted to each other, but she didn't want to be involved in a one night stand. My father respected that and treated her like a lady."

"Go on," I said.

"Well one night, after several months of seeing each other on his now standard route," she recited, "My mother leaned over the bar and kisses him. She told him she liked how she made him feel, desirable and like a treasure. She said she felt trapped in this town, but if she left she wasn't certain she'd be safe. Then she looked at him, and said, 'I think I'll always be safe with you.'"

I smiled and she grinned, "I never knew you had a romantic soul," I said. 

"Mama and Papa," she smiled, "They were lovers. She packed her bag and rode out of town on the back of his Harley the next morning. She stayed with him, protected by his status in the gang, and the whole gang took care of her. She made a home in Northern California, and a few months later I was born."

"That sounds nice, Carmen," I said

"Well, that's the story my father's father told me," she said, "My parents were killed in a gang fight six months after I was born."

"Oh my god, Carmen," I said, "I'm so sorry."

She shrugged, and lifted her sunglasses, rubbing a finger along the bottom of her eyes. She stared ahead at the road, and was silent for a while. Then she stiffened and started again.

"My paternal grandparents raised me," she said, "Abuelo was a senior member of the gang, he didn't ride, but was part of every decision. He loved me deeply, but was a very flawed man. The people around my house were rough, and knew how to jack cars, get alcohol, have sex, smoke dope, do drugs."

"As much as he wanted to raise me right, I was a rebel at heart." she confessed, "He tried to contain me, and I just pushed him away. I ran away from Abuelo after Abuela died. He was too depressed from her death to even notice. He died three months later. I was sixteen, and alone. I had learned from Abuelo that to succeed you needed to use what you had."

She ran her hand down her body, "and all I had was this..."

"I lost my virginity when I was raped by the first bike club I tried to join." She stiffened as she told her story,"

"Carmen," I said, "you don't have to..."

"No, Papi, I DO!" she said, and tossed off her glasses, tears streaming down her face. 

She quickly turned off into an abandoned weigh station and parked. She looked at me, took in a ragged breath to steel her nerves, and started reciting. The other girls confused at the sudden stop and Carmen's tears, drew closer to listen.

"I was raped at 16, and had an abortion two months later. I sold my body to get the drugs I wanted. I sold drugs to teenagers that should never taste that shit. I cooked meth, and packaged heroin naked. I was a drug mule. When I turned 18 I danced in strip clubs and turned tricks in back alleys all over Northern California."

She wiped her eyes that were now black from her mascara, her breaths coming in sobs, ""I wanted to kill myself, I hated everything about myself. I would have had I not found a church and decided to pray for one last chance, I planned to overdose on heroin."

Her voice softened as the tale shifted, "The Padre there, Josué, was a kind man. He didn't judge me. He hugged me, and sent me to a women's shelter. At the shelter, I got clean. In six months I was working for the shelter; cooking, cleaning, taking care of strung out whores and homeless drug addicts. 

She continued, her face beginning to brighten at the more happier memories, "The Padre reappeared, and gave me a scholarship brochure. It seemed tailor made for me and my background. I didn't have a high school diploma, so I had to get my GED. The next three months I learned everything I should have learned in four years of high school. I passed the GED, and earned that scholarship."

"I chose to go to our school," she said looking up at Lexi and Kelly, her smile breaking through tears, "because it was as far away from Northern California as I could imagine. Living next to you two putas, ... It felt like I was finally home, and I loved it."

She went silent, and sagged under the weight of her story, then she looked at me, and laughed, "Then I saw you fucking Lexi, and my whole world turned upside down, wonderfully so!"

All of us surrounded her and hugged her, and just loved our Carmen. None of us expected to hear about her life in such candid detail. I was proud of her to face the past, and bring it to light. She felt less burdened. 

"Okay, fuck you bitches," she said, wiping her eyes, and finding her sunglasses, "We need to get to where we're going, and we won't get there crying like babies, back to your seats."

I chuckled to myself, and Alyssa slipped behind me and hugged me, "You are a wonderful man, Jeremiah, without using your powers, you helped her. You asked earlier, what a counselor is..." She kissed behind my ear, "That, that right there... that is a counselor."

Present: Jeremiah

I entered my bedroom from the main entrance. The double doors were centered on a broad wing of the sprawling mansion we called home. Alyssa and Kelly's rooms were directly beside mine, with Carmen's on Alyssa's end and Lexi's room beyond Kelly's. 

My doors opened to a broad parlor. My retreat upstairs that had a large HDTV and comfortable chairs. A wet bar on one side was mostly for appearance as I didn't drink more than an occasional beer, and soda was too sweet for my palette. 

I paced through the inner parlor and passed through my dressing room to my bedroom. It was a large room that extended across the rear of the wing. A set of windows across the back wall brought in natural light during the day. The view encompassed all my property, a lush forest that overlooked a valley with a small creek running through it. With a full moon the view was spectacular. 

Along the front of the sprawling room were five doors, the center one I'd just walked through and each of the other ones led to my lovers boudoirs. On one end was a hot tub with a sliding door that opened to an expanded deck along the side of the house, and opposite on the far end was a full bathroom and spacious shower. 

The front rooms of the girls were a facade, though each room was made custom for each lady. They spent time in their room with their varied interests, but each night we shared this bedroom. The bed was also custom, basically two king sized beds pressed together, with a sturdy frame, and custom bedding. 

As I walked in after the party a single body was already there. Carmen was kneeling naked in front of the bed, a leather training collar around her neck. She wore cuffs on her wrists and ankles. She bowed her head. I scanned and felt her shame for the slip up with Zac. I shook my head and walked forward standing in front of her and touched the crown of her dark hair. 

"Did you plug yourself, already?" I asked. 

"No, Master," she sighed, "it is not this slut's place."

"Knees, arms flat, ass up." I commanded, I sensed her need, but refused to be harsh with her. 

I opened a closet where toys and other paraphernalia were kept. I picked out a medium sized plug, with a jeweled base. Then grabbed an insertable vibrator, I'd need it soon, as I thought of my plan. A couple of skeins of rope went over my shoulder. Grabbing a tube of quality lubricant i went back and tossed the toys in the bed. 

Still in my button down shirt and dark trousers, I kicked off my loafers and rolled up my sleeves. I looked over and Carmen was supine on the floor her breasts pressing into the carpet, her arms stretched above her head, her ass was raised up, her knees doubled under her. Her appearance was relaxed but I felt her curve and she was in a frenzy of emotions.

I lubed up the plug, and stood behind her. I tapped one of her soles with my stockinged foot. Feeling my cue, she reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart. I grabbed the jeweled end of the plug and pressed the pointed tip shiny with the slick lube and pressed it firmly up her ass. She groaned at the feeling, and her curve purred with arousal as the plug seated firmly. 

I swatted her ass, "Bed, on your back, center, spread eagle" I commanded in a low voice.

She crawled to the bed and slunk up the foot. She held head down and clouded by the dark ebony veil of her hair. I went back to the closet and retrieved a blindfold. I could feel her desire to hide her eyes, I was sure they were streaked from her tears and black from her makeup. As she climbed up the bed, I slipped the blindfold over her eyes. She nodded her quiet thanks and continued her journey. 

"Spread-eagled, slut." I reminded, and started unfurling the ropes. Kelly walked in as I was finishing knotting the ropes. Her naked form bronzed and toned. She had worn her brown-stone pendant all night, "just in case," she'd said. She saw Carmen lying bound to the bed, and took off the pendant. The room immediately pulsed as she allowed her power to bloom, feeding on Carmen's arousal. Kelly noticed the quietness of the room, and looked at me. I nodded toward Carmen whose body was trembling her breasts rising and falling, then shuddering as she cried. 

I slipped beside Kelly and whispered in her ear, "She's feeling guilty, she thinks she fucked up with Zac, making him find a second girl to kiss."

Kelly frowned, "That's silly," she mouthed quietly, "We all played a part in that," her thoughts continued.

I nodded in agreement, then whispered to her my plan. She smiled and crawled up the bed, and started caressing and cupping Carmen's breasts. She played with her nipples making them hard as rocks. I shed my clothes and slid onto the bed, grabbing the insertable vibrator, and teased the wand along her thighs. She trembled at the touch, Kelly's fingertips still massaging her breasts as her body started to hum. I rubbed the tip along her moist bare cunt lips and then pushed it inside. 

"Don't let that fall out," I growled, then swatted her clitoris with my bare palm. 

Kelly watched, and I nodded to her, she slipped to the headboard and spread her legs astride Carmen's head. Carmen craned her neck and Kelly leaned forward, then ground her cunt into Carmen's open lips. 

Lexi entered next, in just her silver collar that she always wore. I had the only key to remove it, and the loop around her neck always reminded her of her Master. She crawled up next to me, and kissed my thigh. I motioned for her to be quiet and wait, and she knelt as she watched me.

I started molding Carmen, small little motions of my fingers made her clit stiffen and grow. Carmen arched her back at the feeling and moaned into Kelly's cunt. I slowly adjusted her sensitivity level, as making her clit into a cock would overload her nervous system. I tugged at the lengthening tender ball of nerves, molding a spongy structure inside feeling it engorge as Carmen's blood filled the new appendage. Lexi watched captivated as I molded it into the shape of a cock, not overly large. It was made of flesh, and had no plumbing, but it would serve my intentions. I stroked the erection, feeling its firmness, then motioned to Lexi, and she wrapped her hand around it and stroked it.

Kelly started moaning as Carmen's tongue found her own clitoris. The visual of Lexi stroking Carmen's new cock induced her body to pulse with sexual energy. Lexi leaned her mouth down and started sucking on Carmen's cock. I reached down and turned the insertable vibrator on, and Carmen stiffened as the plastic phallus started buzzing inside her. Her hips rolled as Lexi sucked on her cock.




The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 11



Alyssa finally joined us, only in her glasses. She stood at the side of the bed watching, then looked over at me. I pointed at Lexi, who had started fingering her own cunt as she tried to swallow all of Carmen's cock. I sent a thought, "Airtight," to Alyssa and she smiled, nodding. I held up two fingers, and she pointed to me. I grinned, and then pointed to my mouth, then to her, and she nodded. In a flash Alyssa turned into my form, her cock rigid as my own, and started stroking it. 

I tapped Lexi, who was too interested in Carmen's pulsing cock to notice the shift, "Face Kel, and fuck Carmen's cock, slut."

She grinned and climbed up towards Kelly who was rolling her hips, letting her power flow through the room, but keeping it at a low simmer. Carmen lapped at her Mistress's flowering lips, lapping her delicious arousal. Lexi leaned forward and kissed Kelly as her legs spread out astride Carmen's hips. I grabbed Carmen's stiff cock and stroked it, then pushed into Lexi's cunt, feeling her rock back and grind down until it filled her.

Carmen screamed into Kelly's cunt, as she came, then undulated through her orgasm. We were far from done with her. I kneeled behind Lexi, and slathered my swollen cock with lube. Alyssa crawled across the bed, and knelt, looking like me, beside Carmen. She stroked her cock, then pressed it between Kelly and Lexi lips. Kelly sucked the crown into her mouth and Lexi licked along the shaft. I pressed my slick crown against Lexi's tight sphincter. She jumped not realizing what I was doing, then pressed back as she felt me probe again

I grabbed her hips, and nudged her anus, then pressed hard tugging her back. I felt her sphincter open and I thrust hard, feeling Carmen's swollen clit-cock pulse under my thrust. Lexi growled as she felt her ass fill with my throbbing cock. Her hips rolling as she fucked Carmen through my stiff intrusion. 

I looked at my doppleganger, and Alyssa grabbed Lexi's head and fed her my cock. Kelly rose up and Alyssa leaned her form down and kissed the blonde goddess deeply, her firm masculine hands gripping the blonde tendrils of Kelly's mane. We all started moving, connected, the nexus of our arousal focused on Carmen trapped under us, and Lexi who was purring as all three of her holes were filled with throbbing cock.

Kelly pushed our combined arousal, making us swoon with her power. Our passion and lust drove our bodies in a maelstrom of physical motions. Plugged, with a vibrator in her cunt, her super sensitive clitoris stretched to the size of a cock, firmly gripped by Lexi's strong pussy, Carmen's orgasms broke into waves, then a continuous shake as she feasted on Kelly's cunt. Kelly succumbed next shaking and clinging to Alyssa side. Lexi jerked and vibrated as her cunt clamped down and sprayed Carmen with her spending. Alyssa and I both roared and poured our cum into Lexi's ass and mouth simultaneously. 

We hung there on the edge as Kelly's power glowed around us, then we rolled over. Alyssa flashing back to her form and softly touching Carmen. I leaned back on my haunches and turned off the vibrating cock in Carmen's pussy, pulling it free. She shook and jerked as her orgasms still flowed through her. Lexi rolled off of her and looked up at me with a smile then closed her eyes and just breathed. I formed Carmen's clitoris back to normal. Then with a nod to Alyssa and Kelly, we untied her cuffs. 

Carmen rolled on her side and pulled her knees up into a fetal position and just sobbed. The girls surrounded her and talked to her softly. I slid over her and kissed at her ear, "I love you Carmen, always."

I scanned her, feeling her guilt and remorse evaporate as she was surrounded by the loves of her life. 

I felt Lexi slide against me, her breath at my neck. I turned and kissed Lexi softly and she peered into my eyes.

"Master," she whispered, "I think you misunderstood the discipline she wanted..."

"Oh?" I asked, and listened to her.

"That is one of her favorite things, what you did to her," Lexi explained, "she needed to be corrected, to feel the bite of her Master's whip."

"Hmmm..." I smiled and looked at her, "Do you think my whip could have damaged her as much as the guilt and disappointment she was torturing herself with?"

I paused as she considered my words, recalling when she occasionally disobeyed me, and nodded softly.

"No, little one," I said and kissed her forehead, " She needed to feel loved, to be reconnected. She needed to be in her place, with all of us."

Lexi smiled and stretched up to hug me tight, "That's why you're the Master, Master," she kissed me deeply.

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Author's Note: Thank you for reading, commenting and voting. I have two more chapters in the drafting and editing process. A plan for the ending, just have to keep moving, and see what surprises the characters will reveal. Thanks to mgenette for editing and encouraging. He has shown much patience while I have danced with the muse.



The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 12



Author's Note: Thank you for reading, commenting and voting. This chapter continues forward along the main timeline, with some additional looks back to give history and context to the main character's arc.

Thanks for following along and encouragement, I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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Distant Past - Isaiah

Waking up refreshed, Isaiah felt the last tremor of power from the breastplate as the stones flickered in an odd golden glow. Blinking and rubbing his eyes, he dismissed it as still caught in a dream. Having fallen asleep fully clothed, Isaiah didn't take long to get ready for the road again. He relieved his full bladder, then washed out his mouth, and smoothed his tightly cropped hair. Checking the mirror, he went back to the bed and pocketed the bronze plate, and went to check out.

"Hey," he asked the desk clerk as he paid for the night, "Do you know the bartender, her name was Maria, I think. Could I leave her a message? I wanted to apologize to her, I was a bit depressed last night."

"She quit," the older lady said without emotion, "I heard she ran off with her boyfriend, didn't you hear the loud bikes drive up? We've gotten complaints all morning of their noise. Good riddance if you ask me..."

Isaiah plastered a grin on his face, and nodded as the lady carried on continuing to gossip about things that were none of her business. He took his receipt and headed to the car. He was only slightly concerned about the girl, as he was sure he left before he'd done anything permanent. Still it bothered him for a few miles down the road, but by the time he drove through Boise on the way to Rexburg, he had forgotten her name.

Past - Jeremiah

Carmen pulled the cruiser up along the curb at Bob and Betsy's house. The couple must have heard our rumble as they appeared at the door before the engine turned off. Kelly slipped out of the cabin first and flew to hug her father, then her mother. Alyssa hugged Betsy, and then Bob who blushed at the contact. Lexi and Carmen followed hugging the couple as if they were their own parents. I came down last and shook Bob's hand, then leaned to hug Betsy.

"Someone's been experimenting," she whispered in my ear, as she squeezed me tight. She pushed herself back, her eyes knowingly looking into mine. "Be careful, Jeremiah, these powers aren't a toy."

She paused looking at me, and I nodded, a bit cowed by her stare. She broke into a large smile and kissed my cheek, "You are taking good care of my girl, I can tell, thank you."

She turned and shooed everyone inside, "Dinner is serve yourself, I never imagined having seven people around a table, the seating is a bit tight."

She had made a pasta dinner, and the small dining room table felt cozy and just a little crowded as we sat with three mismatched chairs. The dinner conversation flowed over several topics. First, an update on the Bed & Breakfast, the contractor had gotten the house cleaned out, and spent a good time in demolishing the parts that were going to be renovated. They had moved our bed to storage, as Betsy had expanded the plans to have four guests rooms, with our family quarters still on the top floor.

Secondly, Betsy covered the wedding preparations. Her gardener assured her that the backyard would be ready in three weeks. A call from my Uncle had convinced Betsy to invite Miranda to officiate the ceremony. Kelly and I smiled, as we'd enjoyed her interview, but I was curious.

"What about your pastor?" I asked, "Wouldn't Kelly be more comfortable with someone she knew better."

Betsy looked at Kelly, and burst out laughing, "Oh no, dear. Jeremiah, she hates our pastor, she thought him creepy when I forced her to go to bible studies."

"It's true," Kelly said, "he creeped me out, he couldn't stop staring."

"Truthfully," Bob said, "we've been spending some time away from our church with Kelly gone. I think we need something more ... well different in how we worship God."

The table got a little quiet, and I expected Alyssa to test the topic with her tendency for an atheistic viewpoint, to my surprise she nodded, "I think we can all appreciate that each of us seeks god differently. It's good to keep seeking."

I almost choked when she said that, but the topic soon passed to our trip to Montana. We talked about the route we would take. Bob was convinced the Interstates were the best bet, given the size of our camper. I wanted to take a more direct route even if it meant driving through the mountains. We settled on driving along the Columbia gorge until it split and then deciding on our route from there based on the weather.

The girls retired to the living room, talking more wedding talk. Bob prodded me to go to the back deck. He offered me a cigar and a glass of bourbon, as he reclined in the cooling night air. It got dark late in the evening in Oregon, so we enjoyed the darkening twilight. 

"So," Bob said hesitantly, not sure where to start, "Betsy says you are a halfling like her."

I must have paled a bit, and coughed on the sip of alcohol in my mouth, "Pardon?" I finally sputtered.

"Look, Jeremiah,' Bob said, leaning over to look at me, "I've loved Betsy for as long as I've known her. Her mother had some really strange theories about life, but I know, despite her dark spells, she loved her daughter. Since she passed, it seems Betsy has ..." He paused and looked at the stars, "She has accepted some of her mother's ideas, even opening up and explaining them to me."

I nodded that I understood, "I'm not quite sure I know what to say?" I said. I didn't deny my identity, and I didn't exactly confirm it either. I tried to relax, as Bob continued.

"She says she is a halfling, Betsy does," Bob rambled," and to be honest, when she stopped wearing that brownstone necklace she constantly wore, well she seemed much happier. I felt less tired, ... and, well ... the sex..." he bled off into silence.

"I'm not a super spiritual guy, Jeremiah," he said, "What the bible says is usually good enough for me. However, Betsy's stories, they have a glimmer of truth to them, at least from my experience."

I finally felt comfortable enough to scan Bob, as he talked about everything, his mind lit with fears and troubles, but also love for his wife and daughter, and hope for me and the three other girls in his daughter's life. I could have resolved his conflict with a push or a nudge, but I just observed as he worked through what was on his mind. His moral curve morphed as he accepted some difficult thoughts, and his posture sagged as he confessed more things to me.

"Well, Jeremiah," he summarized, puffing the last of his cigar, "I don't know much, but I know this - my daughter loves you, and my wife approves of you, even respects you. So if you are a halfling, you seem like a good one. Protect my daughter, son." He asked quietly, "Please."

"Of course, Bob" I said snuffing out my cigar and standing next to him, and then reached for his hand. He took my hand then pulled me and hugged me tight, "I love that girl with every fiber of my being. She is very special."

"Yes, she is," I said and squeezed his shoulders, "I will protect her with all I have inside of me. You have my word."

Alyssa slipped her head out of the sliding glass door, a crease of worry across her brow, "Jeremiah, we need you." she said, and disappeared back into the house. 

I hurried after her, with Bob right behind me. Kelly was on the couch close to tears. I looked at Alyssa with a question and she pushed a thought for me to listen.

"It's Jenn," said Kelly, "She's in trouble, I know it!"

She held a piece of paper and pushed it to me, "Read that Jeremiah, tell me what you think."

It was a sheet of dot-matrix paper, the computer text on it revealed it was an email, addressed to Kelly from Jenn, it was dated two days ago.

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Kelly,

I'm so excited. M thinks I'll be perfect for the job! He is going to take me to Montana to meet the boss. How lucky am I, I get to combine my favorite thing SEX with making money. M is taking me to a hotel to let me try turning tricks. I'm a bit nervous, but M thinks I'm a natural. He certainly loves the way I please him. Say Hi to Lex and Car, I wouldn't be where I am without their help.

xoxo Jenn.

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I looked at Betsy and she nodded, "'Going to the boss,' means they're headed to the Priesthood compound. They like to have a visual test of their new workers. They have some... " she paused and looked at me, then at my molded companions, " ... procedures to get them ready."

I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Enhancing the beauty of my companions was so easy a step to take for me. Did that make me any different than the one's that would be molding Jenn, making her a sex slave, and prostitute? As my thoughts ran wild, Alyssa took my hand, her thoughts calming me as I felt sick with shame. She soothed me, our words were obviously being stunted in the company of Bob. 

"We can try to do something," I said to Kelly, "but they have a few days head start on us."

"Can't we just get to Pinebluff as quickly as we can," Kelly said, "Maybe we'll find her at a hotel?"

I shrugged, overwhelmed with the possible troubles we could find. We didn't know what the Priesthood was capable of, we barely knew our own powers. My mind lit up with fears and apprehension. Alyssa squeezed my hand.

"That's what we'll do, Kelly." Alyssa said, "We'll start early in the morning, and drive straight through, each of us can drive the cruiser, right Carmen."

"Yeah, they made that thing easy," Carmen said of the expensive upgraded cabin, "you guys should be able to handle it."

The phone rang in the background, "Let the machine get it," Betsy said. 

We started planning for the next leg of the trip, until the machine beeped and the voice on the phone started talking.

Kell? are you there? I need help.

Past - Jediah

Jediah was still buzzing from his turn with the playmate he'd found in the bar. He wondered if that is what the middle-aged woman considered him after their brief and very violent tryst. He'd left her dangling off the end of her hotel room bed, half dressed. He had ripped her dress and torn off her panties in the heat of the moment. 

"A bit sloppy," Jediah thought to himself, "she might regret the whole encounter when she revives, and decide she'd been raped."

Jediah laughed bitterly, it wasn't his first rodeo. He never used his real name, and his visits were always short in any town. He'd have the molders adjust his appearance if a woman ever complained. They never did, they got their thrill. The rape fantasy type was a bit easy to discern if you looked for the right signs. He never left an open wound, and the pain they felt would soon leave their flesh. They'd regret it in the morning, but they also knew they were looking for it.

This one, though, she was bit taken by surprise from his sudden aggression once inside his room. He couldn't fault himself, he'd had a rough day. He was still upset that Michael had let Jenn fish for a John by herself. He needed to remind that boy to watch the merchandise closer.

As he thought of Michael he was reminded of Jenn, whom he was sure was pampered by Michael after her ordeal with Jediah the previous night. The woman in the lobby had only whetted his thirst. Jenn had showed promise near the end. Maybe he could start back with training her if she'd spent the day recovering. 

Oh, how he loved the hunt. That's part of the reason he'd let Michael clean her back up. Waiting for the darkness to fall before stalking back to the bar looking fresh prey. Part of the recruitment game, always looking for the next pretty face. The molders could work miracles, but it was always a better product if the base model was well defined.

The girl, he'd left hanging off the bed, her name escaped him, was too old for recruiting. But her desperate looks around the bar first clued him in that she was looking for something. Something that she couldn't find at home. She thought he didn't see the dimple in her ring finger. He even gave it a glance to sell his line.

"Why isn't a pretty thing like you married, yet." he had drawled at her smiling, and then gaping at her cleavage.

Clue number two, they always advertised. Always. Her dress was too short for her age, and her blouse too tight. Dipped too low, and the lack of a bra and her jutting hard nipples. Jediah knew he had something to freshen his palate.

He walked to Michael's room, he wanted to check on Jenn, see if she was in good shape, then he could drag her back to his room and have another go. Jediah slipped the key in the lock, then rushed in as he heard Jenn's voice on the other side of the door. 

"... I need help," Jenn whined, pain clearly in her voice, "Kell, can you find me, I don't kno..." 

She looked up as the cord was ripped from the wall, and her eyes widened in fear as Jediah looked like he was going to choke her. He did of course, but not enough to strangle her. He slammed her body against the wall, and looked around for Michael. Michael had fallen asleep, again. He should kill him, and just find a new hunter. Not enough time, they needed the pipeline filled, He'd make him watch, show him how it was done. He kicked the fool in the ass. Michael just rolled over and snored louder.

"She really did a number on that kid," Jediah thought, "She'll work well in the field."

Her cries muffled by his hand as he pushed her against the wall spanking her ass. He grabbed and tugged at her sore breasts as she screamed into his palms. In the maelstrom, her system rallied and poured the needed endorphin load into her bloodstream. The pain numbed and her head swam, and then she watched, detached, floating in the corner of the room, as that hard man took her limp body, grotesquely splayed over the bed. She almost enjoyed it when he pulled out of her and sprayed her back with his white offering. Her mind clouded with thoughts of what it might taste like as the lights went completely out. 

Present: Jeremiah

Jeremiah awoke to an empty bed. A normal occurrence for him, as his wives had busy lives. He looked at the sun streaming through the bedroom windows and reckoned it as about 8:00. If the day was normal, Lexi would be returning from her run shortly. Kelly would be in the gym doing yoga and light weight lifting. Alyssa would be reading in her boudoir before she came downstairs around 9, grabbing a muffin before heading to the office. Carmen would have risen with Lexi, and then, after a brisk thirty minutes on the stair machine, went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

The house was staffed with people that cleaned the main areas, maintained the grounds and the systems such a large house required. Carmen insisted on making the meals for the family. They would cater for Kelly's large parties, and the cost would be passed on to my practice. Alyssa and I worked together in relationship management, which was one of many services we offered. Kelly would consult on some of the more specialized needs of broken relationships, her official title was sex therapist. She received more enjoyment from hostessing parties, though helping couples enjoy lovemaking was also fulfilling.

Jeremiah pulled on some gym shorts and a tee-shirt, and headed towards the stairs. He sat on a stool at the counter, and Carmen passed him a plate of his breakfast. She came around and hugged Jeremiah as he took a mouthful of her famous chilaquiles.

"Thank you, Master," she said softly, "I very much enjoyed your discipline."

Jeremiah smiled, and hugged her back, whispering in her ear, " I love you Carmen, we all need to be careful with Zac. It was a mistake any of us could have made."

Betsy came into the kitchen in her dressing gown. It was a large fancy thing, that accentuated her features, her hair might have been white, but her skin was still full and supple. She slipped into the chair beside me, and Carmen slipped back to the serving side, and passed her a plate.

"Thank you, Carmen," she said, yawning and poking at her eggs.

"You're welcome Abuela!" she said, her affectionate term for Zac's grandmother.

Betsy looked at me, her eyes showing a shift in her thoughts, "About Zac," she said, "He's eighteen now, he should have more freedom to spend time with that delightful girl Beth."

Jeremiah paused and looked at her, blinking slowly, "Sorry, Mom," Jeremiah said, "What?"

Carmen slipped to the other corner of the kitchen, and spied Lexi coming in still sweaty from her run, "Have a seat, Lex, I'll bring you some water, and your breakfast."

"Thanks Carmen," Lexi said and slipped beside me, pressing her sweaty brow to my back as she hugged me tight. "Good morning, Mas.. J!" She was careful to keep terms normal around Betsy.

"Yes," Betsy continued, "I think it would be good for the boy to have alone time with Beth, bring them closer together, she is clearly the right girl for the boy."

Lexi froze and looked around Jeremiah's shoulder at Betsy, then looked at Jeremiah as his mouth hung open then closed. He opened it to say something, then closed it again to think.

"Um, Mom," he said finally, "Have you seen Zac this morning?"

"Oh yes," she said, "I just passed him on my way in. He gave me a special hug as he went back to his room sipping that coffee he likes too much."

Jeremiah nodded, then stiffened, his mouth opening, "ISAAC!" he yelled loud enough to be heard in the spacious mansion, "COME SEE YOUR FATHER BEFORE SCHOOL!!"

Past: Jeremiah

We all froze as we heard the line go dead, the echo of Jenn's last words from the answering machine, "Kelly, can you find me, I don't ..." still ringing in our ears. 

Kelly jumped first going to a phone and dialing *69, activating the call return feature of Betsy's landline. We all huddled around her as she listened, saying aloud, "Townwood Inn, Pullman, Washington." 

"That's our school," Kelly said, looking at Lexi and Carmen,

"Maybe you can get her before they take her to the compound," Betsy said, "Hearing her, I'm sure that's the next step."

"Where is the compound?" Jeremiah asked, "Where's the road atlas?"

Lexi bound out to the bus, and came back with the thick book of highway maps that covered all of Oregon, Washington, Idaho and the western part of Montana.

Betsy grabbed it and flipped through it, "It's here Jeremiah," pointing to a valley running south of Missoula between the Bitterroot Range and the Sapphire Mountains.

What is the best way to get there?" I asked.

"To Where? Pullman?" Bob asked.

I nodded, "If we leave now, we can make it there before morning, maybe get to her before they have a chance to take her to the compound." 

"Well I'd go east to Pendleton, then up the Interstate here, then turn and go straight east to Pullman from there." he pointed to the map, "It's all good road. Kelly knows the way, I'm sure Carmen does too."

"Can we just go alread!?!" Kelly asked, itching to find her friend. 

I waved her to the bus, and Carmen and Lexi followed behind her. Alyssa took my hand, then looked at Betsy, "Is there anything we need to know," she asked, "Anything you can tell us, that will help us."

Betsy thought for a moment, "Paralysis. Look for Paralysis in my mother's journals," Betsy's thoughts clouded, "I've never used it, but I know she did once. I pray that Kelly never has to."

Alyssa hugged her, "We'll do everything we can, to keep Kelly safe, and find Jenn."

I hugged Betsy, tight, "I'll protect her, Betsy," I looked up at Bob, "I promise you!"

With that we ran to the bus. Carmen was accelerating before the door was fully closed. Lexi had the road atlas in her lap and helped to navigate out of the neighborhood, and we hit the eastbound lanes heading towards the Columbia Gorge as night closed in. 




The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 12



I sat down behind Lexi, and thought for a moment, "How many miles to Pullman?" 

Lexi had to flip through the book and count mileage, the small college town wasn't listed in any of the tables. I tried to do the math in my head, thinking of the nearby towns, and better known routes. My thoughts had me paralyzed as I kept hearing Jenn's haunting voice.

"About 350 miles, Master," she said, and I looked over at Carmen.

"How fast can this go, do we need to stop for gas?" I asked, looking over at Kelly who was crying on Alyssa's shoulder.

"This thing can do the speed limit, not much more," Carmen said, "We have a full tank, so we shouldn't have to stop."

I was able to do the math, "About 6 hours," I said, and looked at the clock on the console, "It's near midnight now, so we'll be there around 6 ... 7?"

Carmen nodded, and I looked over at Kelly, "We'll be there by morning," I said, "With any luck she'll still be there."

I slid up beside her, and she leaned into me, sobbing, "It's my fault, I did this to her. Curse these powers."

I was blaming myself, I was the first link in the chain. I pulled her to my chest, and let her cry. Alyssa slipped off the sofa and headed further down the cabin. She pulled out the box of Deborah's diaries and started scanning through pages.

"What are you looking for?" I asked Alyssa as I hugged and soothed Kelly.

"Betsy said that there was a mention of paralysis," Kelly reminded me, "I want to find it and check the context. It should keep me busy for a couple of hours."

I nodded and leaned back, stroking Kelly's back as she worked through her feelings. I struggled with mine. I had only glimpsed Jenn for a moment that first night with Kelly. A shadow in the hallway that was checking on her friend. She had interrupted us before we even started. If I hadn't adjusted Kelly then nothing would have happened to Jenn. I had pushed the first domino. I felt sick to my stomach the more I thought about it.

"Aha!" Alyssa said, then flipped back a few pages and then started reading quietly to herself.

Distant Past - Deborah - Diary Entry



I shouldn't have left her alone that night. Another reason I'm damned. If I would have stayed home... Damn my eyes, so blinded by hate, my hate drove me to insanity, and now my Elizabeth will pay the price. 

I did leave her alone, and I don't regret what happened in my hunt. The demon-spawn halfing I hunted was entrapping young women, like my Elizabeth, and turning them into whores. 

I remembered the dead eyes of Zedekiah Jackson. He had watched me as his father fell under my influence, the night of my escape. I felt him following me as I fled that dark night. He needed to be removed from this plane. I was the bitch to do it. I just had to find him.

I knew he liked the small schools. The ones with religious girls, looking for Mrs. degrees. He wanted to reverse their piety, corrupt them and then enslave them to carnal desires. The Priesthood preyed on these young innocent girls, then bled them dry and filling their pockets after they had addicted them to the sins of the flesh.

One of many reasons I had done what I had done the night of my awakening. I wished more of them had fallen. 

I left Elizabeth, who wanted me to call her Betsy, a name that made my mouth fill with bile. A boy at school had taken to calling her that, and she liked it. Oh why did I ever leave her alone!!

To my credit I did make her wear the stone. I wouldn't need it tonight. If I found Zed, he would feel my full strength. I only hoped I could survive so I could continue to protect my precious daughter, so close to her own awakening. 

I drove to Rexburg, the college there taught a similar religion to the godforsaken Priesthood. The girls there were young, and naive, indoctrinated from an early age their greatest goal was to submit to a man, become his wife.They were already halfway programmed. 

I pulled into the hotel parking lot and let myself just feel. I knew if I allowed it I could feel the power of my kind. Halflings always could identify other halflings. I felt him, Zedekiah, his presence made my throat constrict with bile. I paused, and felt another weaker presence. 

I contemplated, "did Zed bring protection?" No, everything I knew of him told me he was solo. This other presence was a coincidence. I pushed that from my thoughts and homed in on Zedekiah.

I found him in a dark corner of a the hotel bar. I slipped to the bar, and ordered a drink. I stayed in the shadows, watching Zedekiah scan the room. If he saw me, I'd have to flee. I drank cautiously, the sting of the alcohol steeling my nerves.

Zedekiah was focused, he wasn't looking for old hags like me, he wanted young meat for his dark purposes. He found her after about an hour. Two girls came in all smiles, one a mousy brunette, the other though had a blonde halo of hair. She reminded me of my Elizabeth. Not my Elizabeth...

I looked twice, the girl was pretty but no, not Elizabeth. Zedekiah slipped out of his booth like the snake he was, and approached the pair at the bar. A few words and the mousy one found a reason to leave, and Zedekiah led the blonde back to the table. I waited, trying to keep my powers hidden, not leaking into the heady air of the seedy bar. They had a dance floor, and men and women would get up and start dancing. Their arousal made it hard to keep my power focused. I fought against it, and stalked my prey.

The blonde apparently passed Zed's wicked test, and he escorted her to the lobby, then to the elevators. I watched the lights, and noticed the car stop on the fourth floor. I let a bit of my power leak, and went to the bathroom and checked my appearance. I went to the front desk, and smiled at the male desk clerk. Not that it mattered, my allure affected both genders.

I turned it up, and smiled, leaning over to let him see the tops of my breasts, "Can you help me, I'm meeting my husband, Mr. Jackson. He said you could give me a key." I smiled and made myself giggle. Really it was too easy.

"Of course, Mrs. Jackson," he had said to my boobs, and handed me a key.

"What room?I forgot," I giggled a helpless laugh, "He said fourth floor, but..." letting my question linger, leaning closer and breathing my pheromones across his features.

"408," he repeated like he was in a trance, his carnal thoughts actually fed me, and I welcomed it.

I thanked him, and flirted more, letting his lust and arousal refill my batteries, then I went to the elevators and went to the fourth floor. I quickly found my way, and double checked, scanning for Zedekiah's presence. He was there behind the door, if anything the muffled scream of his captive gave it away. I put the key in the lock, turned and pushed out my biggest power.

Succubi can paralyze people, make them helpless as they fill their minds with sexual thoughts and carnal desires. Unable to move, we feed on their thoughts. It's delicious, and mostly harmless, as they wake up thinking it all a dream. It's not, but they fool themselves, unable to accept that dark angels roam this plane.

I shot my power towards the pair. Making them freeze instantly. I felt the girl succumb and fall against the wall, then her body slumped to the floor. Zedekiah was able to turn, and see me as the door closed behind me. He tried to push me away, I batted his suggestions away, as I saw the blonde girl slumped to the floor, her blouse torn away and her breast exposed.

My only excuse is she looked like Elizabeth, and that thought drove me insane. I shrieked and pushed my paralysis curse again. Zedekiah's eyes went wide, then stayed there. I lost myself to my anger, I have no memory of what I did. .

When I came to myself, Zedekiah was dead. His eyes frozen, his head the only recognizable feature. Below the neck his body was unrecognizable mess of blood, flesh and bones. I choked back my own gore at the sight, and looked up at the girl. 

I drew back, in horror. She appeared like a skeleton, her flesh gaunt against her bones, all of her life sucked out of her. Her blonde hair shining in the freakish display. It was an omen, I felt, if I continued to let my hate consume me, my Elizabeth would end up like this poor girl.

I shrieked in horror, and fled. Whipping past a body coming from the opposite room and heading to the back stairs. Bloody and half mad with rage and horror, I found my car, and drove off, stopping and turning off to drive deep into the forest. I cried until I couldn't any more, then fell asleep exhausted.

Jeremiah: Present

Alyssa lifted her head, noticing that Kelly and I were watching her read, "So?" I asked, "What did you find."

Her thoughts clouded as she put together pieces of the puzzle, and I could feel her conflict within her mind over what to tell us. She looked at me and Kelly, and frowned, then as if steeling herself, she cleared her throat.

"This is dark stuff," she said and slid onto the sofa opposite Kelly and I. "Both of your grandparents are involved."

I blinked, and nodded, "Okay, Alyssa, go ahead and tell me what I need to know. Who was my grandfather?"

"He was the main recruiter for and sex trafficker of the Priesthood," Alyssa said slowly and precisely, "He enslaved many women into prostitution and sexual slavery. He and Deborah, Kelly's grandmother, were foes. Deadly foes."

"How deadly," Kelly asked in a hushed whisper.

"Deborah killed Zedekiah," Alyssa said, then continued in a clinical voice, "She ripped his body to shreds, and in the process sucked the life-force from a young girl that he was trying to recruit. The young girl died too."

Kelly went white, and then clung to her pendant. I did a double-take and then put my head in my hands and combed my hands through my hair. I exhaled and looked at Kelly, then hugged her tightly. Alyssa slid to her knees and leaned to hug us both. Lexi slipped behind Alyssa and leaned into us all. Carmen set her jaw and drove along the dark ride of the gorge, a full moon showing the way.

After a few moments, I lifted my head. The girls found seats and I looked at Alyssa, "Okay, so how does this help Jenn?" I asked, "What does it have to do with paralysis."

"Okay," Alyssa said thinking, "For one, I learned from the story that the Priesthood uses hotel lounges to recruit. Since Jenn called from a hotel, we can assume that whoever has her is Priesthood."

I nodded and Kelly, shuddered and leaned against me, seeking my comfort. I put my arm around her and rubbed her shoulder. I wasn't my grandfather, his actions were repulsive to me. Kelly wasn't her grandmother. We couldn't get lost in the past, yet, I struggled to listen to Alyssa.

"I also know from reading Deborah's diaries, that she felt she'd crippled the Priesthood organization. She saw the elimination of Zedekiah as the final blow. From that I'd assume the powerful halflings had all been left weakened or dead. Any halfling we may or may not encounter is probably not as powerful as our lines."

I thought about that as Alyssa also went quiet, "That's odd, though," I said, "For whatever reason, our three lines were removed from Priesthood influence, and then kept safe while we grew up."

Alyssa nodded, "It's very strange, that we were scattered, then came back together. Random events, led to us reconnecting. I can't explain any of it, beyond strange coincidence. If I believed in fate I'd put us coming together as a mark in our column."

"I believe in fate," said Lexi, "I couldn't have planned any of this, and nothing I could imagine has me feel the same connection as I do with you guys. Whatever powers we might face, we can overcome it, if we work together."

Lexi's unexpected speech helped to ground us, and we leaned closer trying to figure out a plan to help Jenn.

"Okay, so what about paralysis," I asked, "Betsy seemed to think that it is important."

"Well the idea of sleep paralysis is tightly linked to the succubus lore. The common explanation is the succubus will force a man to sleep, then paralyze them, then feed off their arousal and sexual excitation." Alyssa quoted from her past research, "But it appears that Deborah used her power to push paralysis to the two she killed. Then she physically attacked Zedekiah, I don't know if she formed claws and fangs, she isn't clear but she does describe the condition of his body. The other death is harder to explain, I don't think Deborah expected that to happen. It might have been that in her frenzy she sucked all the lifeforce from the other girl."

I shook my head, the explanation still sounding fantastic, and Alyssa tried again, "Think of how you send us images, and suggestions," she explained, "that could be how Deborah could throw paralysis."

"Okay, but Kelly's never done that," I said.

"I never shapeshifted, until I did," Alyssa said, "You never body molded, until you did."

"So what are you suggesting?" I asked.

"Kelly needs to practice." she said looking at Kelly.

"Will this help Jenn?" asked Kelly, looking a bit ashen.

"It could, putting an enemy down would be of great benefit if we were confronted," Alyssa reasoned, then seeing Kelly's reaction, "Look, we don't need to go down this path. If you're uncomfortable."

"I can try," Kelly said, trying to be brave, then straightening, "I will do it, if it can help free Jenn."

"We need a volunteer," I said.

"I will," Lexi said standing up, "I feel partly at fault for Jenn, though I'm not gifted like you three. If I can help Kelly discover and master this power, then I willingly volunteer."

The three of us looked at her, then she blushed, "Besides, being fully restrained is a fantasy of mine."

"Okay, wait a second," Alyssa said as Kelly straightened and started to close her eyes, "before we go all gung ho on this, I should remind you we are traveling almost 60 miles an hour down a twisting highway. Suddenly activating our powers might have disastrous consequences."

"You're right Alyssa," I said, "let's not rush into this. We need to think about safety."

I looked at Kelly, and then lifted off her pendant, "Carmen should wear this, she needs to be unaffected while she drives." I handed it to Lexi and she took it to Carmen who slipped it over her head.

"Only Lexi and Kelly need to be present to try this," I said to Alyssa, "but one of us should be present to observe, and call for help."

"Good point," said Alyssa, "I'll go sit up by Carmen. I want to read more, and see if I can find anything else to help. I'll monitor your thoughts, from there."

"Okay, I'll close the door, so we don't distract Carmen," I said, and rose and led Lexi and Kelly to the rear cabin, and closed the door.

The room was dark, and I was still chasing dark thoughts in my mind with the news of my grandfather's murder. I was angry, for no real reason, hurt and upset. I felt like a dark shadow was resting on my back. Flashes of anger, rage, and turmoil danced through my thoughts. I turned on a light, illuminating the small cabin. 

"Well," Lexi said, "where should I stand."

Kelly also looked disturbed, "Um, I'm not sure how to just activate my powers," she said, "I usually need some sexual energy to feed it."

We all looked at each other, none of us feeling a spark of desire. 

"That could be a problem," I said, "Maybe we all just lie down and cuddle for a bit."

Lexi slipped up onto the bed, "I'm game," she smiled, and peeled her shirt off, exposing her evenly toned breasts, free of freckles. Her nipples stood firmly, and the buzz of arousal started in the back of my mind, the dark thoughts also began to whisper darker thoughts that I tried to shake off.

I slid behind her and cupped a firm mound as Kelly laid down on the other side. Kelly and I looked at each other, dark shadows in our eyes as we gripped at Lexi's flesh. I began to feel hungry, as the dark shadow sunk into my body. Kelly's appearance began to glow, her eyes shifting to a reddish tone, that I'd never seen before.

"Mmmmnh," Lexi said, enjoying the more rough stimulation both Kelly and I performed, and we drank on her arousal.

Without her stone, Kelly's power bloomed, warming the room. I pushed my hand to Lexi's shorts, shoving them down her hips. She wriggled helpfully and soon she was naked between Kelly and I. I raked my nails up her thigh, and she bit back a scream as she spread her legs. I grabbed at her bare slick sex, and felt a pulse of arousal coat my fingers.

Kelly rose and tore her shirt freeing her breasts, and stretched as she felt her power bloom from her core. Her eyes a dark red as she looked at me, and I felt my cock swell in my jeans. Even as dead as we felt moments ago, Kelly's power grew feeding on a darker power that had captured our thoughts, her teeth gnashed as if tasting the ignited arousal that was filling the room. 

That dark shadow pushed at me, then filled me. I shoved my fingers into Lexi's cunt and gnawed at her flesh. She growled and I felt her hips lift, shocked but enjoying my rougher treatment. Kelly slipped from the bed, and stood at the side. 

"I think I can try now," she growled with a low purr and a deeper voice, "Kneel in the middle slut."

My shock at the sound of Kelly's voice evaporated quickly, chased by darker thoughts as I watched Lexi kneel. I slipped off to the side of the cabin and watched. Shedding my jeans and releasing my cock. I stroked it as I watched. I licked my lips anticipating the feel of what was to come. Any misgivings were chased from my brain by darker thoughts of possession, power and fear. 

Kelly focused her red eyes on Lexi, and opened her mouth. I felt a pulse in her power and Lexi swayed then slumped lifeless to the mattress. Kelly looked at me, and I felt an odd dark arousal at the limp prone form. Kelly smiled a serpentine smile as I knelt up on the bed.

"Hold her legs open,"I commanded her, "I want to see if she can feel me fuck her."

The words felt foreign to my tongue, like a bitter syrup. Kelly willingly complied, licking her lips as she slid behind Lexi's limp body. She pulled the small girl back roughly, grabbing under her breasts and lifting her limp body up over Kelly's glowing flesh. Lexi's body was oddly canted as she rested on Kelly's abdomen, her head lolling between Kelly's breasts. Kelly reached down and grabbed Lexi's legs behind her knees, spreading her legs apart and making the lips of her cunt spread open.

"Fuck her Jeremiah," she said in a deeper tone, "Fuck the bitch hard."

I looked at Lexi's eyes, her body was lifeless, but her eyes wide. Arousal, fear, dread, passed through her thoughts, I didn't care as I kneed forward, possessed by a dark need. I slammed deep into her tight cunt. Her body was limp. like a rag doll. Dead weight on Kelly's body. I reached up and grabbed Lexi's hip, drawing back and slamming forward. Fucking her lifeless form was different, she breathed, but it was even. Her cunt was lubricated, but nothing else moved. I had to work to find the right position, then with a smile to the glowing goddess under her I started fucking her harder. 

Kelly looked at me with her bright red eyes, her tongue traced her lips and she bared her teeth as I slammed into her limp friend. Her fangs shone in the dim light and she opened her jaws and bit into Lexi's shoulder.

Present: Alyssa

I was deep in my study, the thought of the threesome in the back seemed dull as they were initially deflated. I poured through the book and thought I'd check back in a few minutes. When I looked up again, thirty minutes had passed. I reached out to listen to my connected lovers thoughts.

"HELP ALYSSA!!" Lexi's thoughts screamed into my brain, "Aly, please, Help me!!"

"She's mine, I will fill her," came another darker, unfamiliar thought.

"I will consume her," echoed another dark thought.





The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 12



Under those were Jeremiah and Kelly, aroused, but not fully present, as if they were under a dark influence.

"CARMEN!" I shouted suddenly, my brain making the connections and cursing my own stupidity, "STOP THE BUS!!"

She looked at me like I grew three heads, and pulled onto the shoulder braking hard. 

"What the hell!?!" She asked as she worked the brakes and the wheel to pull over safely. 

"Give me the pendant," I shrieked, and leapt at her, "Now!"

I grabbed the necklace, almost yanking out some of Carmen's hair, and raced to the back and the bus shifted and came to a halt. I threw open the door, eyes wide as Jeremiah's body was hammering into Lexi's lifeless body. Kelly's jaws were sucking on Lexi's shoulder, and she opened her mouth to hiss at me, her fangs dripping Lexi's blood.

I pushed forward, and pressed the brown stone into Kelly's calf, the closest part of her body to me. The room brightened, having gone dim even with the illumination of the camper's light, and Kelly's features shifted back to normal. Jeremiah froze and then slid back, shock filling his eyes as he looked down at Lexi's lifeless body. 

I held the stone to Kelly's flesh as her power ebbed. Her eyes rolling back in her head, and a deep odd voice growled, "Noo, I don't want to leaaave..." 

Jeremiah growled, even as his body slumped, "Nooo, I am so hungry, let me feed..."

The voices fled as the orb glowed in golden webs, and then dark shadows slipped from Jeremiah and Kelly's bodies. Jeremiah slumped to the side, breathing and awake, but confused. Kelly's eyes widened and she screamed feeling Lexi's limp body resting on her.

"Is she dead, did I kill her? Noooo!" Kelly wailed, fully panicked.

With a start Lexi inhaled, then bucked forward, eyes wide and sucking in breath after breath. She saw me, and reached for me, clinging to me as she fought to form words.

I sat on the edge of the mattress holding the stone to Kelly's flesh, and reaching for Jeremiah to touch him. To let the stone purge the room of the dark shadows, sprites and other craven beings. 

"What. The. Fuck." Carmen asked at the doorway.

I slumped my head against Lexi's shoulder, kissing her and tasting the tang of her blood on my lips, "Get the first aid kit, Carmen, please."

I searched my thoughts as I waited and my loves just breathed, the darkness passed, and we waited.

Past: Jediah

Jediah cursed himself under his breath, as he tried to revive the limp body resting on the bed. She was breathing, that was good. She had a pulse, another positive. The rest of her was a mess. She needed a shower, covered in blood, old wounds had opened and fresh wounds too. His own dried cum still crusted her back and abdomen. He needed her awake, he missed something in his rage at hearing her on the phone. 

He pulled her up and carried her to the shower, thinking, "two birds, one stone."

He shifted her to sit against the back of the tub, then turned on the water. She jumped at the cold water striking her, then lapsed by to a barely conscious mode. He let the water warm, then started to wash her clean. Getting soap and a rag, as the water ran red as the blood and gore were cleansed off her bare flesh. He washed her scratched and abraded flesh with the soap, it stung, and she cried out in whimpers as her cleaned all her flesh. 

When she was able to stand, he got in the shower, and let her hang on to his soaked body as he washed her back side. He rinsed her, and she relaxed into him. He let her rest for a moment, then turned off the warm water and wrapped her in towels, and drug her back to the bed. 

Her eyes blinked, then she drew back in horror, he grinned at her and gripped her jaw.

"You said a name," Jediah asked lowly, "What was the name."

Jenn thought, her whole brain felt blurry, "Who, Kelly?"

That was it, he thought, "Yes, that's right, good girl."

Jenn smiled at the praise, happy to help out this man, her thoughts were a mess, her mind drifting between memories and pain. 

"Kelly is a dream," she slurred, "so beautiful, I crushed on her so hard..."

Jediah let her continue, listening.

"She was my first. Her and Lexi... Then Carmen," she smiled, then giggled, "those three are insatiable sluts, they still make me horny thinking about it."

"Is that right?" Jediah said, leering at her, "Where is Kelly? Is she close?"

"Phffss... she's at her Mom's, I just called her." Jenn slurred then leaned and kissed the nice man that was helping her. "She's no where close, lover... she's in Portland, We're alone..."

She lifted her arms and drew him close, her legs opening, "Fuck me, Daddy, I need to be stuffed.." her eyes rolled back and she was suddenly unconscious again. 

He let go of her, letting her slump lifeless to the bed. "Portland," he thought, working the problem, "six hours away." He paced, thinking, and looking at the clock, performing the time-distance calculation. He should move her, change hotels at least. If he stayed here, where she made the call, there could be trouble coming. In about four hours, he could meet this Kelly in person. Wait, was she the Baraqiel influence? 

He paced, he needed to get Jenn to the compound. There his friend Samuel could mold her, and erase his marks that marred her flesh. He looked at her, then at Michael who had slept through the beating he'd given Jenn, and the interrogation that followed. 

"I'll leave him here," Jediah thought, "Jenn checked in with him, so if her friends showed up lookin for her. Michael could misdirect them. Hell the boy won't even know where she is, that would buy him more time."

Set on a plan, he looked back at the girl. She needed to wake up, and fast. He dug through Michael's suitcase, and found the boys kit. Drawing a syringe he injected a dose of pure adrenaline into her thigh. She inhaled sharply and bucked, then sat up and held her head in her hands. He tossed her a new slip of a dress. 

"Get dressed babygirl, Daddy's going to take you for a ride." he said, using her words, hoping she'd connect him with a pleasant memory.

She purred and looked at him, "I'd rather ride you undressed, Daddy. But I am an obedient slut for you."

She dressed and he gathered what he thought was her things, leaving Michael asleep and the room a shambles. Blood and torn clothes. None of it was his, just the girl's. He found an easy car to steal and drove out of the parking lot at 4AM, heading east. He leaned back as Jenn leaned over and unzipped his trousers, and sank her mouth around his cock. 

"She is an insatiable slut," he thought, "Michael was right about that."

Distant Past: Isaiah

Isaiah was tired. Tired of driving. Tired of his thoughts. Tired of his guilt. He was just tired. 

Seeing a road sign for a hotel, he thought, "I can rest here, the drive to Pinebluff in the morning will be easy, and I won't show up worn out."

He wasn't looking forward to meeting his father. He might be able to find out about the Priesthood and his father's role from other people. He remembered boys his age, in the few times they actually lived at the compound. None of the faces he remembered struck a chord, or a memory. Blank faces with blank memories.

He sighed and pulled into the hotel, stretched, then tiredly got out and removed his suitcase.He went through as series of thoughts, his body still feeling like it was moving down the road.

"A shower, a new change of clothes, I'll feel like a new man," he thought, "Tonight, I'm ordering room service, no need to tempt fate."

His fingers traced the edges of the strange plate, that seemed to stop his powers when he touched it. It made him feel calmer, knowing he had some control. The small adjustments he constantly made to Katie and Sammie seemed too manipulative. He knew that he loved them though, the bond he felt with them ached as he drove further and further away.

He thought about his father, as he entered the lobby. He headed to the desk clerk, pre-occupied, blankly asking for a room for the night.

"Certainly," the desk clerk said, "Identification and a license plate is all I need."

He slid his driver's license, and recited his license plate. 

"Thank you Mr. Jackson, from Oregon," the front clerk smiled, "Sign here, and here, and I'll get you your key. How many do you need?"

"Just one," Isaiah said, absently.

"Something feels familiar about this place," he thought. Maybe his father took him here as a boy. They'd certainly stayed at plenty of hotels. His father always got him his own room, and always was busy at night.

'It's just work, Isaiah,' his father had said many times, "I'll get you in the morning, and we'll get breakfast."

Isaiah sighed and took the key, gave the clerk a half smile, which seemed familiar to the man. 

"What an odd deja-vu," the desk clerk thought, then dismissed the idea, he'd seen too many faces today.

Isaiah unlocked his door, letting it shut as the door opposite him opened and a silhouette walked down the hall in a flash of grey.

"An older man," he felt his thoughts, "hoping to scare a companion in the bar." 

Looking at his watch, he turned on the TV, and picked up the Room service menu. He blanched at the prices, then he realized if he skipped the normal beer he drank, it would be about right. "He didn't need the drink," he said to himself.

He watched TV absently, still lost in memories of his lovers and his own follies. He got up and opened the door, letting the man in with his room service. He tipped him and shut the door, "Hopefully for the last time tonight." He ate woodenly, missing Sammie's well crafted meal, and the cherubic smile of Jeremiah as he made his customary mess.

He did have to open the door again, to put his tray outside. Then he took his shower, laid out a new set of clothes on the bed and rolled into bed, naked.

An untold number of hours later, he woke up. His cock was rigid and the air was filled with a strange glow. He thought of his loves as his hand found his cock, and he stroked it. It felt good to stroke it, thinking of each of their bodies. His arousal felt different as he pulled at his manhood. Usually it peaked, but tonight it seemed as if his arousal was sucked away, even as his lust grew. Growing frustrated he stopped. He listened to the sounds of the hotel, and was startled to hear the sounds of an animal growling and snuffling. He rose up and pulled on his pants, his cock had deflated and the strange arousal was sucked out of the room. 

He pulled open the door, his room service had been collected. As his brain recorded that a feminine form slipped from the room opposite his, and ran towards the fire escape. His features felt crazed, and he closed his eyes trying to recall her fleeting image. She had blonde hair, and was older than him, more his father's age, probably. Her eyes were wide, and her ... wait she was covered in blood?

The door across the hall was ajar. No sounds came from it, and he was drawn across the hall, and pushed the door open.

"Hello," he called quietly, "Your door was open, and," the words stuck in his throat as he moved from the entry seeing a bloody corpse on the floor and a hollow shell of a ... girl ... he thought leaning against the wall.

"Holy hell," he thought, biting his tongue before he screamed for help, "the bloody face on the dead man looked fam... DAD??!?"

Isaiah walked slowly, avoiding puddles of blood and looked closer, "yep, that's Dad," he thought. He was surprised he felt little remorse for his father as he stared at Zedekiah's unfocused eyes. His gaze didn't look much different that when he lived and breathed. Breathing would be a bit hard, though, seeing he had no lungs.

Pushing the macabre scene from his mind he looked around. His father's silver briefcase was open on the desk, and some papers stacked neatly beside it. He stepped carefully, not wanting to disturb the scene, but his mind had convinced him the answers he needed were in his father's papers. He shoved everything in the case, closed it, and turned to leave. 

He exited the room and checked his watch. He was wide awake, and doubted he could fall asleep. He could probably be back home in 10 hours, back to Jeremiah, Katie and Sammie. That put a smile on his face, and he grabbed his suitcase, and headed downstairs to check out. He didn't feel guilty about his lack of remorse for his father. Whatever he did to that poor girl, he'd paid the price with his gruesome death.

He tossed his bag and the briefcase in the back seat, slipped into the front, and started the car. As he hit the road that early morning, he hoped he'd never think of his father again.

Distant Past: Elizabeth

My mother was gone, and I reveled in the freedom I felt with her dark shadow not hovering over me. I loved my mother, and I knew she loved me deeply. As a single mother in the mid-sixties, she was an outcast from most of society. She really didn't mind that, but her singular attention to my care was almost suffocating at times. I was eighteen though, celebrating that birthday earlier in the week, I wanted to be my own woman.

Deborah's strange tales were also a bit overbearing. She had convinced herself that she was some half-angel half-human being, that possessed the powers to control men's minds sexually. I did admit she was pretty, and I had inherited her looks. That was one of the reasons that I'd invited Bob over in her absence. He made me feel prettier, and his nickname for me, Betsy, made my heart melt a little. 

He was a good student, a member of the honor society, a leader in our small church, as most of the teenage boys seemed to seek. They had learned the path from birth, and knew to become exalted in the next life, a man had to follow the right path in this life. He was well liked by the teachers at school, and my few friends thought he was very handsome. He was large, a football player, and kept his hair in a short military like cut. So many of the boys were growing longer hair, even in the rural parts of Idaho where we lived. 

I had smiled at myself as I prepared for Bob's arrival at my door step. My skirt was just the right length, right at the knees, completely dress-code. My full breasts, that I felt a little self-conscious about, tended to get unwanted attention. They stretched the buttons of my blouse. I usually wore a sweater, to obscure their shape, but tonight... Tonight I wanted Bob to notice. I checked one last time, and saw the ugly brown stone my mother had given me. It really did nothing for my outfit.

I took it off, and looked at it, letting it rest in my palm. A strange warmth emanated from it as I thought of Bob. It seemed to pulse. I wrote it off as a bit too much of my feminine hormones, knowing that in a couple of weeks my time would come. I put the stone on my dresser and picked up a silver necklace, a silver pendant of flowers looked much better tucked at the top of my delecotage. 

I heard a knock at the door, and heard Bob call, "Hello, the door is open? Betsy?"

I rushed through the kitchen and double-checked the table I'd prepared. Fried chicken, corn, potatoes, all of Bob's favorites. I moved through to the entry and smiled at him. 

"There's my Betsy," he grinned.

I melted a bit at the possessive tone, "I really am his," I thought to myself.

The room seemed to shift in color, brightening as I leaned up to kiss his cheek. He hugged me tight smiling, then pushed me back to look in my eyes. 

"Thanks for inviting me to dinner," he said and hugged me tighter.

He felt so good holding me, and I felt something inside me shift, then bloom. He felt even better.

I turned to him, suddenly breathless, and he looked at me, then at my open lips. He pulled me close and kissed me. It felt delightful, and I moaned in arousal in his arms. We'd kissed and held hands from time to time, but our moral upbringing had the rules well formed in our brains. Our bodies suddenly didn't care about anything we'd learned. 

Bob's hand lifted to my breast, and I shamelessly pushed my chest into his palm. My own hand running from his chest down to his waist, holding on to his belt. I kissed him back, my tongue sliding along his lips. Suddenly, we were taking off each other's clothes in the light of the entry way. I didn't care, I just wanted whatever I was feeling to continue. It did, it grew more and more the more we touched. 

Bob lowered his mouth to my bare breast, and I held onto the back of his head as he nursed at my nipple. My hand drew down and slipped inside the waistband of his white boxers. I gasped at the hot feel of his rigid manhood. I stroked it slowly, and he moaned into my breast. His hand dropped and he fed his fingers along my thigh, sliding through the leg opening of my panties and brushing along my tight blonde curls, then feeling my lips.

I couldn't get enough, "I need you in me Bob, more than anything I've ever felt."

He pushed me back and looked in my eyes, I pushed all my allure at him and he pushed his boxers down releasing his turgid cock. I wriggled my hips and stepped out of my panties. We looked at each other, fully naked and feeling no shame, only a heated arousal. I reached and grabbed his cock, and led him past the forgotten dinner and to my bedroom.

I hardly noticed the brown stone glowing on the dresser as I laid on my back. I spread my legs, and Bob kneeled between them. I kissed him, my hands at his hips, then touching that pulsing muscle and guided him to my moist and ready cunt. He moved cautiously, aware of my virginity. I lifted my hips and pushed another wave of arousal as his head parted my flesh. I barked at the pain, but then felt nothing but bliss.

"Go deeper, Bob," I said, "Fill me... please..."

"Oh Betsy," was all he said before sealing his mouth to mine. 

He thrust a few times, then I felt his cock pulse, then a hot flash as his seed filled my womb. I wormed against him, feverishly.

"Nooo," I thought to myself, "too soon too soon."

I pulsed from my core, and I felt that strange light bloom again. Bob's cock flared and his eyes lit up and he started thrusting again. I reveled in the heat of the moment. My body on fire like I'd never felt before, waves of pleasure crashing through me, through Bob. We made passionate love, lost in each others bodies. Then fell asleep entangled in each other's arms.

We slept some, and then mother came home.

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Author's Note: Thank you for reading, commenting and voting. The story is coming along I have two more chapters in the editing process, so there should be another chapter published in a few days. Thanks to mgenette for helping with the editing, and keeping the story on the rails.



The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 13



Author's Note: Thank you for continuing to read, vote and comment. I hope to enrich the main characters by showing their history through flashbacks and narratives. The main story thread follows along the Past story line, switching between Jeremiah's family of four beautiful women, and Jenn and her captors. The Distant Past stories give the context of what they're up against, how the main characters families were already fighting the corruption. The Present timeline shows that the generational nature of the half-ling bloodlines continues to challenge our family of five.

I hope you enjoy the next chapter. There are more to come.

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Past: Jeremiah

The tight rear cabin of the coach had settled down into normal lighting, thanks to Alyssa's use of the stone. I had drawn back against the rear corner of the RV. We were at a standstill on the shoulder of the highway. It was late at night, but there was traffic that passed us, their lights illuminating the room as they sped past. The stark bands of light passed over Lexi's body as Alyssa tended to the bite wound along her shoulder.

Kelly had curled against the bulkhead on the opposite side of the window, like me she was shaken. We both understood we'd been out of control, but as the stone made the dark spirits beat a hasty retreat we realized that it wasn't our own minds. The influence of the evil craven sprites had possessed us, taken over our flesh. Kelly was concerned for Lexi, but was calm in her mind. Scared but not beset with guilt, or shame.

Lexi was calming down, once she had regained control over her body, she had started crying into Alyssa's neck. I knew that I never wanted to hear her cry like that again. She had been terribly frightened, and I was glad Alyssa had acted so quickly. 

Carmen looked at us like we'd all lost our minds. She was also worried about Lexi, but the small bite was easily cleaned and bandaged, and as Lexi calmed down Carmen relaxed. She sat beside Alyssa and rubbed Lexi's shoulders and kissed her neck.

Alyssa was frustrated with herself, "I should have been listening," she said, "I should have been back here."

"If you had been back here, then you too could have been influenced," I reasoned.

I sat on the edge of the bed, and started putting my clothes back on. I knew the drivers passing by couldn't see past the one-way glass and see three naked bodies, but the lights were a periodic reminder of where we were.

"Not if I had the stone with me," Alyssa said, still beating herself up.

"If you had the stone with you, Carmen could have been influenced," Kelly said, and looked back at the winding road we'd been traveling. The road clung along a tight cliff, that then plunged to the broad river on the other side of the four lane road. We all understood, that we were lucky to be alive, breathing and only a bit beat up.

"Paralysis sucks," Lexi said, her voice and reaction making the room a bit lighter, "I might get a kinky thrill from being restrained, but I can at least fight against the ropes. Feeling completely helpless and unable to move. Not. For. Me."

"I'm so sorry Lex," Kelly said, "Had I known how you felt I would have stopped immediately! ..." she paused remembering the dark whispers she'd been captured by, "Well if I could have" 

Kelly shivered again at the thought, and leaned to hug Lexi. The pair gripped each other for a few moments. They'd not gotten dressed, and Aly had let the stone slip and I felt my arousal start to edge up, my cock thickening along my pant leg. Alyssa noticed, and licked her lips, then caught herself and grabbed the stone beside her. She pushed it at Kelly.

"You'd better wear this," she said.

Kelly parted from the kiss she was giving Lexi, and nodded. "I need to do better, when I'm tired my control just evaporates."

Carmen sighed and stopped playing with her nipple, "Okay look, we need to be going down this road if we're going to help Jenn." she directed in her special way, "Y'all need to rest, and I'll need a break in a couple hours. So stop fucking around with 'special angel powers' and sleep. If you need me I'll be in the front."

She left and soon the cruiser rumbled to a start and slid smoothly onto the road. 

"Kelly can you stick with me?" Alyssa asked rising as Kelly finished dressing. "I want to read, and I want you to be touching me while I do."

"Can I sleep while you read?" Kelly asked following her out of the cabin, "demon possession is a lot more tiring than I thought!"

I slid onto the bed next to Lexi, and pulled her back into my chest, "You rest with me, little one."

She purred a bit, and relaxed as I held her naked body close, "I'm sorry, Lex," I whispered, "I never want you to feel so scared again."

She leaned her head down and kissed my arm, "I know, Master," she sighed, "I trust you, and I love you."

I looked forward and saw that Kelly was resting her head on Alyssa's thigh as she read on the sofa opposite of the driver's side. I could tell she was talking to Carmen, but I couldn't hear the words. I blinked my eyes and drifted to sleep, with Lexi's warm body in my arms.

Distant Past: Isaiah

When Isaiah pulled into his driveway, he was met by the three members of his family. Jeremiah was happy to see his father, and wanted to show him his new toy truck, which looked to be some sort of camper. Katie hugged her husband, then looked him in the eyes, as if she was looking into his soul, seeing if he was alright. Sammie clung to him, hugging him tightly.

"We missed you, a lot," Katie said, and hugged him again, "we both felt empty without you."

"I felt the same way," Isaiah said, once they untangled, grabbing his father's suitcase and his bag, "I got what I needed to, and came right back, I've been driving since 4 AM.

"Did you see your father?" Katie asked as she shivered remembering the few times she'd met him when she was first pregnant.

"I won't have to worry about him," Isaiah said, and then got lost in his thoughts as he walked into their house, "I hope to not think of him ever again."

Katie didn't quite know how to respond, was that a good thing? She loved her father deeply, respected him for his love and care. She hurt deeply knowing that her affair with Isaiah had bruised his soul. The last few years, her relationship with her father had morphed, and she always looked to him for guidance.

Sammie was just glad that she felt whole again. Isaiah's absence left a palpable ache in her inner being. She found some consolation in Jeremiah, who had so many of his father's mannerisms even at his young age. Late at night, Katie and her also found consolation in each other's arms. It wasn't the same, though they enjoyed the pleasure of their release, and were satisfied as they fell asleep, Isaiah was a part of both of them.

The next day, Isaiah got around to opening the briefcase, and sorting through it's contents. He still had time away from work, so he began the chore of investigating his father through the records and notebooks in the briefcase. He kept the breastplate in his pocket, he felt like it was a good talisman, he felt safe with it near.

His father's papers were sorted into three piles: Financial matters - receipts, accounting books, bank statements. Private journals - a leather bound diary that he kept in the lid, for example. Status reports - black and white photographs of many young women, profiles, and records of where the women had gone. After a few hours of sorting he came to two conclusions. First, his father was rich, richer than he'd ever imagined. Second, he was involved in the trafficking of young women into prostitution. The third conclusion he made wasn't from the evidence in the briefcase, but more a realization - his father used his powers to corrupt and manipulate the women he met.

He left the stack of books and papers on the living room coffee table, and went for a walk. He thought about what he knew of his powers. He'd stumbled upon them when he was intoxicated, then used them in small doses since then. He evaluated his use and he realized that he'd always used them to reinforce his own wishes. If he wanted one thing, and Katie another, just a push and Katie would agree with him. Same with Sammie. He needed to come clean with them and the thought of that scared him.

Then he thought about his father, who had clearly used his powers to seduce, lure, manipulate and corrupt young women. His father clearly had no regard for what the young women may have wanted, he'd simply molded their brains to become what he needed. So he could profit from them, and use the lust of men to make himself money. Himself and whoever this United Priesthood organization was that he communicated with. He knew he needed to reach out and try to help these women, were they torn from their families and friends?

He walked back to the house, and Katie was at the door looking at him. Her brow creased with shock and concern. She held a stack of photos, the girls his father enslaved. They were in all sorts of poses, some even nude. She was confused more than angry, and waited for Isaiah to climb the stairs.

"I know these are your father's, not yours," she said trying not to nag, "But we shouldn't leave them within reach of Jeremiah. He was playing with them, Isaiah."

Isaiah looked and saw the photos were now creased and wrinkled. He took the stack that Katie was holding and nodded, "You're right, honey."

He looked at her and the emotions he was feeling and the shame of his own actions with his wife, and the legacy of his father's corruption washed over him. He leaned into her shoulder and started crying deep body rending shakes. 

Katie was taken by surprise, she'd expected something completely different from her husband. A few words to show her how he was right, and she knew he always was, and she was wrong. The last thing she'd expected was that he would be sobbing. She hugged him tightly, kissing the back of his head as he cried on her shoulder.

"Honey," she cooed, "dearest, it's okay. Everything will be okay."

Isaiah doubted that would ever be true, but lifted his head looking at Katie, "I need to talk with you and Sammie," he said as he wiped his bloodshot eyes, "can your mother watch Jeremiah? It's important."

Distant Past - Deborah

My mind was clouded when I woke up in the forest. My clothes a mess of blood and gore. I got out of the car and stripped. I found a rag in the trunk and used it to clean the driver's seat. I tossed everything into some thick bushes and drove naked back home.

It was still dark, an hour or two before the sun would rise. My thoughts were dark, as I tried to recall what had happened. I reassured myself over and over that the girl wasn't my Elizabeth. I wasn't certain until I pulled up to the small house we shared. I could feel her presence as I slipped inside, closing the door quietly. I didn't need a neighbor seeing me enter my house completely naked at so early an hour. They already had enough bad thoughts about me, why add another.

I was still buzzing from what I'd done. The powers I used had energized me, but I gagged in the back of my throat as I remembered the young girls hollowed appearance. I slipped to Betsy's room and slowly pushed the door open, I needed to see for myself that she was still breathing.

Damn me, I never should have left. I knew it!

She was sleeping, not deeply, her body glowed with our power, as she rested. I could feel the passion seep into me and I felt their young lust. She rested her head on the boy's chest, her blonde mane tousled but framing her angelic face. She was alive. For that I was overjoyed. I only cursed myself, because she had awakened. Her power was like mine. 

I saw the brown stone pendant I forced her to wear. She'd left it on the dresser, "she wanted this," I thought to myself, "she loved the boy." 

I cursed myself, and the dark sprites that had had their way with me this night cackled in my head. They tormented me, reminding me I should have killed her in the womb. They danced around me, "she'll be ours soon, you wretched cunt," they sang as the rejoiced at my failure. My own selfish folly had doomed my beloved daughter.

"No!" I said quietly, and snatched the pendant from her dresser, "You can't have her," I swore darkly to the night. The spirits shrieked in my mind and fled from the pulsing golden light in the stone, as the sun rose from the horizon behind me. 

My daughter stirred, her eyes blinking as the light of the morning sun started to illuminate our house. She looked at me, for just a moment as the first rays struck her blue eyes. I remembered the joy I felt at her birth, her aura was beautiful as she leaned and kissed the boy's belly. She was content. I slid back and closed the door. I'd let her awaken, and make love to the boy. I would guide her from here, make her seek light and not the dark voices that had infected my thinking. 

She will never be me, I swore. She will be different, I need to break this chain of darkness. "Please God," I prayed, for the first time in my life, "Help me help her, damn me if you must, but don't let her fall to the darkness."

The stone pulsed in my hand at the sounds of my daughter and that boy, The stone's glow was different from when it helped me contain my power. The golden lines were thinner and the inner light of the brown stone flared in my hand. It wasn't warding off evil, the evil had fled. It wasn't limiting the use of her power, it was absorbing her power, and its fluorescence was beautiful as she worked her magic to please her first love. 

"Her only love," I swore as I understood more of the stone's singing to me, "Thank you..." I said and slipped to my room quietly. I'd not disturb the two lovebirds. This was a new day.

Past - Jeremiah

"Jeremiah," Alyssa said audibly, as my eyes blinked open.

"Wake up, love," she said, her fingers running along my scalp, "Carmen needs a break."

I stretched and Lexi's warm body shifted to her belly. Alyssa pulled covers over her naked flesh as I rolled out of the bed, and blinked blearily. 

"I made a pot of coffee," Alyssa whispered, "I'll bring you a cup, try not to wake Kelly."

Kelly was sleeping on the passenger side couch, her hand clutching the pendant. She was peaceful, and I slipped into the passenger seat. 

"Okay, what do I need to know?" I asked Carmen.

She stretched in the driver's seat and then blinked at me, "It's like a car really. The wind is rough, but it's lessened now that we're past the gorge. Follow the road directions here." 

She pointed to a list of roads and turns written in Alyssa's hand. I looked along the list, and at the small scale map that showed the southeastern corner of Washington, the roads marked in yellow highlighter.

"How long was I out?" I asked.

"About two hours," Carmen said looking at the glowing digital clock on the dash, "I started back up a bit after two, and it's close to five now, the sun will be up in an hour, if we keep on pace, we should be there by seven."

"You look beat," I said, "Pull over and let's change places."

"Climb behind me Papi," she said scooting to the front of the seat, "I don't want to stop, this is a straight stretch."

Hesitantly I slipped behind her, sinking into the tight spot she'd left between the back of the seat and her round ass. She leaned back into me, and paused. She relaxed as she sunk into my chest, my legs spread wide around her body. 

"I just wanted to feel you, for a moment Papi," she said, then reached and hit cruise control, locking in our speed, "Okay, take the wheel."

I reached around her, and grabbed the wheel, feeling how it handled as she steered with me for a second. The cruiser handled well for its bulk, but I could feel it tended to be blown by the wind, and had to steer to counter that force. 

"You got it, Papi," Carmen said letting go of the wheel and rolling towards the center of the carriage, "I'll be in the back." 

I glanced in the rearview, watching her move back as the coach shifted, and Alyssa passed her carrying a cup of coffee. I shifted in the seat, getting comfortable while focusing on the road. I felt for where the controls were, and tapped the brakes to disengage the cruise control. I pushed on the gas and the engine responded. After a few moments, I felt more at home.

"Here's your coffee," Alyssa said from the passenger seat.

"You need to sleep too," I said, stifling a yawn, and lifting the cup to inhale the steam of the brew.

"I've cat-napped," she said.

She pulled her knees up to her chest, and tugged her oversized sweater over her body. She pulled the seatbelt around her curled form and pushed her head against a pillow she'd placed between the window and her seat. I nodded and pulled my own seatbelt tight across my hips, stretching the shoulder belt to rest across my chest.

"I'll sleep here," she said, closing her eyes, "I want to be close to you."

"Okay, my love," I said, and focused on the road, as the radiance of the sun's approach lit up the dark sky to our right, the hills and mountains dark silhouettes in the morning dawn.

I drank my coffee, and drove the route. Aly's helpful notes made it easy to be in the correct lane and merge with the right highways. We'd crossed the Columbia into Washington shortly before Alyssa had woken me up. I drove the highways, and thought of Carmen, Kelly, and Lexi asleep in the back. The road signs had me heading towards their old school, and they had probably driven this stretch after I'd fixed them at that hotel. 

Alyssa stirred and I looked over at her, "You snoozed for about an hour, how are you feeling?"

She stretched and her legs slipped from beneath her sweater. The sun was just up and she smiled over at me, and unclipped her belt, slipping over to hug me, and kiss my cheek.

"That's enough for me," she said, "Do you need more coffee?"

I nodded. She grabbed my cup, and slipped past a slumbering Kelly to fill mine and pour herself a cup. She came back and put my cup in its holder, then sat in her chair. Her knees lifted again, her feet on the seat cushion as she held the warm cup in both hands.

"Were you awake when Carmen drove past the hotel?" I asked.

She looked at me quizzically, then smiled as she realized what I meant, "Yes, she pointed it out."

I nodded letting my memories of that weekend pass through my thoughts, "That was an interesting weekend, our birth as a family."

"Yeah," Alyssa smiled as she thought about it, "Carmen had good memories about that too, she said it was when she first felt whole. We had a nice conversation that helped her stay awake. I keep thinking how odd it is, now that we know more about us... How Kelly and I, and you share a history, even if we never knew it before. Isn't it strange that we'd meet up."

"I never really thought about it," I answered thinking about it, "There has been so much that has happened since we met. It feels like an accident that we got entangled, but it also feels... well, like fate, as Lexi would say."

We turned east towards their old school, heading directly into the morning sun, and squinted our eyes. Kelly stirred in the sudden brightness, and I heard a spanish curse, then the rear door slammed as Carmen blocked the glaring sunlight.

"Well good morning," Kelly laughed and slipped on her knees to hug me and kiss my cheek.

She knelt on the floor between our two chairs and leaned against Aly. Aly smiled and combed through the golden locks of our mutual love. We stayed silent as we absorbed the sun's morning rays, feeling a bit of energy return after the dark night.

"Are you rested?" I asked Kelly, "We're not far away."

"I am," she said smiling. "The sun is beautiful this morning, it makes me feel happy."




The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 13



"Soak it in," I said, "I have a feeling we'll need as much power as we can get for the next few days."

We talked about various mundane things. Kelly got to gush about her mother's plans for the wedding. Alyssa smiled, and said that she thought Kelly looked amazing in her mother's old dress. Kelly laughed, and she told the story about how Alyssa had first modeled it for her when she learned to shapeshift. Alyssa smiled at the memory, and then the topics shifted. We all avoided the elephant in the room, we never mentioned Jenn, or what we might find when we found the hotel in Pullman.

Lexi woke up next, her naked body looking lovely in the rearview mirror. She slipped on a new set of clothes, which helped me from getting too distracted with the rearview mirror. She came up and knelt beside Kelly as the road passed underneath us. 

"Good morning, Master," she said and leaned her head contentedly on my thigh. 

Kelly leaned and hugged her sister kissing her cheek, and stroking her hair.

"Did you sleep well, Lex?" she asked, some concern in her eyes.

Lexi nodded, "yes, I did," she looked at Kelly, then smiled, "I'm fine Kel, really, no damage."

I heard Alyssa sigh quietly in relief. I wondered if she'd tortured herself for not being more careful. I really didn't think there was anything she could have done. We didn't know much about the dark shadows or their influence. We'd be learning more, I figured, they were not happy with our quest. I could feel their unrest in my core. 

Carmen joined us cupping a cup of coffee her hands, "I made another pot, if anyone needs some," she offered.

She sat on the couch behind me, then leaned over kissed Kelly softly, "Good morning, sleepyhead," she said, "you dropped out like a stone. How are you feeling?"

"Wonderful," grinned Kelly, then she started to frown as we entered the quiet college town. 

Present - Jeremiah

Betsy looked at me, annoyed, "Jeremiah!" she huffed, "Do not worry that boy, I am fine. He did not do anything to me."

"But, Mom," I tried, "We talked last night..."

"Yes," she said, "I remember it well, and I thought about it when I went to bed. I have changed my mind."

"Well a little context before might help," I complained, taking another bite of breakfast.

"What's the fuss?" Kelly asked breezing into the room, "What did Zac do now?"

"Absolutely, nothing," Betsy said looking darkly at me, "Your husband must have a very low opinion of my only grandson."

I held up my hands in surrender, as Alyssa stood at the doorway, "Don't be unfair, Mom," she said, "I heard you talking down the hall, what you said out of context could have indicated a problem."

"Don't you start on me, Alyssa," Betsy said, working her way to full steam annoyance. We all throttled back, as we'd learned that Betsy could have a fiery temper. Lexi and Carmen traded looks as if to say, "Here they go again,"

"What's up Dad," Isaac said coming into the room, "It's not even a school day."

I chuckled to myself as I realized he was right, I was never a good morning person, and I often lost track of weekdays and weekends. Alyssa and Kelly had taken their plates from Carmen, and sat at the dinner table. Carmen brought out Zac's plate and he settled in next to his mother. Betsy and I moved to the table and we all looked at her.

"I'm sorry I was so heated," Betsy said, the break in the action to come together as a family had calmed her nerves, "But I have something to say, and all of you need to hear it."

We settled back, and Zac looked at his grandmother with respect, expecting one of her stories. He figured he'd later have to sort through fable and fact, but he always enjoyed the way she told her tales.

"First of all, Happy Birthday Isaac," she said, "how did you like your party?"

"It was great gramma," he smiled, "I guess I'm still processing what Dad had told me after the scene with Stacy. It is a little hard to accept."

"Accept it you must," she smiled, not realizing she sounded like a white haired Yoda, "We need to be plain about the powers your parents posses. I was telling your father, it's time we trusted you to be the man we have all raised you to be."

"What do you mean, grams?" he said, putting food in his mouth so he could listen, "He never was one to fill the silence with an excess of words."

"Well I was thinking last night, about when I was young, and I first found my powers," Betsy started.

"Mom, I'm not quite sure that Zac is old enough to hear this story," Kelly said with a blush.

Betsy cocked her head, "Oh? and how old were you when I had to explain things to you?"

Kelly blushed as she remembered her first use of her powers. I also blanched, even though I was older than Zac, I didn't know about my powers, and my first use was clumsy, activating Kelly's. I shook my head.

"Point made, Mother," I said, "You're right it is time we talked about this openly."

Betsy smiled and leaned back to tell her tale, "Well, my mother's stories of her powers were always present when I was young. But she always made it seem so unreal, and ugly, that I never really thought they were real. But they are, Isaac, they are."

"She had gone out for the night, and I knew she'd be gone at least until morning," Betsy recalled, smiling as she remembered. "I had planned a nice dinner for Bob, your grandfather, rest his soul."

Bob had passed away from a heart attack when Zac was thirteen. It was unexpected, he was driving down a country road, in the wine country of Oregon. His heart gave out, and his car slowed down then bumped against the tree. When the police found him it looked like he was sleeping. There was nothing we could do, but grieve, and honor the man we all loved, and who had loved us, even if he never fully believed who we were.

She turned at looked at Kelly, who was wearing the stone pendant again. She didn't always, her control was strong enough. The party had tired her out, when she was tired she welcomed the extra control the pendant afforded her. 

"Do you see that brown stone necklace your mother is wearing?" Betsy asked. 

Zac turned and looked. He blushed slightly as he noticed the innocuous stone nestled between the swell of his mother's breasts. He turned back to his grandmother, and nodded. 

"Sure, gram," he said, "She's worn it before."

"It's a protective stone, Zac," she said, "it prevents the wearer from projecting their powers, and it protects the bearer from evil spirits and other powers."

"My mother made me wear the pendant, especially around my friends," Betsy continued, "I had dinner all laid out, and I saw I was wearing my mother's stone pendant. I had no idea that it was a protective amulet, I just knew it was ugly. I took it off, and replaced it with a necklace. When Bob arrived, he hugged me, and I felt the first bloom of my power. We kissed passionately."

"Okay, gross, grandma," Zac said, "I don't want to hear about you and grandpa making out."

Betsy simpered, "Well, ... it was wonderful. Is that better Zac?"

"I can put together the pieces," Zac said with a shiver.

"I am a halfling, Isaac, same as your father, your mother and dear Alyssa. We come from different and very powerful lines. You have the blood of two lines and you need to know that."

"Halfling?" Zac asked, looking confused.

"Half watcher, fallen angel, really, and half human." Betsy said, "Your mother and I are of the line of Baraqiel, our powers are often compared with succubus, but we are not demons. Your father, is a Yeqon, he can mold people's thoughts and wills. Though, sometimes... he shows admirable restraint."

"Huh?" Zac said, thoughtfully, incredibly accepting Betsy's explanation, "Is that why Stacy couldn't stop kissing me, because I'm a sex demon, or because I changed her will?"

"Might be a bit of both, son," I said.

"Definitely both," Alyssa said with a blush, then found her plate of eggs more interesting.

"Let me finish my story!" Betsy said, gripping Isaac's hand, "It's important for you to hear."

"The next morning, I woke up," Betsy recalled, "My mother had returned, and I saw her at the door holding the pendant. I expected her to throw a fit, and toss Bob from the bed, and I'd never see him again. But she didn't, she closed the door, and left us alone. and then... "

She blushed, and continued, "well, I'll skip ahead. When Bob left, my mother called me to her room."

"'You love him, don't you my Elizabeth,' she said," Betsy recalled, "'I can tell in how you think of him.' She put the pendant on the bed between us, "The question you need to ask yourself, my love: Do you want him to love you, or love what you can do?' Then she got up and left me there with the pendant."

Zac looked at his grandmother and nodded, "I get it, thank you."

Zac pushed his plate away, and stood up, then looked around the table, "I know you all love me, for who I am. That is very important to me. You've raised me well, this house has always been full of love and light."

He paused, his eyes became a bit bright, and his voice choked, "I want you all to know, I will use whatever gift I have, the way you have taught me to live. To help others, not myself."

He sat back down, emotions running through his brain. I could feel him shape his own curve as he processed his emotions. I had come to understand that all humans could do that to themselves, it was best if I left them to their own wills. I helped with conflicts, but Zac had none of that. When he looked up he smiled at all of us, then back at Alyssa. "Will you help me, with your tests, to help me understand how it works."

Alyssa smiled at the boy she loved, as much as if it were her own son, "We all will, you will never be alone in this... unless you are ready to be."

With that came another voice, rushing into the kitchen, and running to squeeze Alyssa's calves. "Momma, can eat?" said Naomi, our surprise addition to our family. The precocious three year old climbed into her mother's lap and grabbed a fistful of eggs. 

"I'm sorry, ma'am," I lost hold of her, and she was here before I knew," said Leah, her nurse. 

"It's okay, Leah," said Alyssa, "I've got her now, thank you."

Alyssa smiled into the cherubic face of the chewing child, her eyes blue like her mother's, her brown hair in disarray. Alyssa pressed her forehead to the child's head and closed her eyes. Then she lifted up quickly and looked at me, "Um, how soon can our powers start?"

I shrugged, then did a double-take, and she nodded. I sighed and said, "I guess we'll figure it out."

Past - Jediah 

Jediah cruised through the small towns headed to the compound, the Priesthood wasn't always welcome in his area, the majority of the residents in surrounding towns belonged to a different sect. The Priesthood used to be extremely well funded, and bought enough good will that their compound was tolerated. Driving through the valley reminded Jediah of one of the meetings Deacon had taken him to with the locals.

"We just don't want no trouble," the local mayor of the neighboring town had said, "I seen that stuff on the news, raiding religious doomsday cults."

Deacon had given him his customary smile, "We're not like them, we plan to be around for a long time, We're not waiting for an imminent armageddon."

The area was rife with people that understood the biblical jargon, the high valley tucked in between two mountain ranges made the small towns feel more disconnected from the larger world. Missoula to the north was modern, and everything a modern person would want. It also hosted a University, one the Priesthood had stayed clear of. "Not good to shit in your own bed," Deacon had drawled, when some of the younger elders worried that the brothel talent the Priesthood was known for was drying up.

Often Deacon had complained, "I wish we'd found Zedekiah's boy, maybe he had a son, or maybe I could have turned Isaiah into our way of thinking." 

They never had, and the priesthood had to make do with human ways of manipulation and corruption of young female mores to keep their brothels in business. They had a lot fewer now than they did thirty years ago. The loss of Zedekiah had dried up their supply, and they had to consolidate. They owned three profitable cathouses now, when they used to run thirty. The numbers in the Priesthood had dropped when the money started drying up, it seemed people couldn't commit to religion anymore, if it didn't come along with material wealth.

They were not completely dry of halfling power, the lines remaining had much less power than the four powerful lines. All dead now except for the whisper of hope that Jenn represented. If they could find a Baraqiel succubus, that would change the equation drastically. Jediah thought about all of those needs as he let Jenn rest her head in his lap on the final drive to the compound.

Jediah was of the line Gadriel. He and his cousin Samuel carried the same blood. The line manifested powers in two ways. Jediah's power was more aligned with the warfare side of Gadriel's line. He fed on aggression and pain. Without a wise teacher to guide him, Jediah had turned sadistic in seeking ways to feed his power. When he used his power, it was in violence, and he had learned to use tight controls. Since he often was molding the young girls to accept pain. None would survive if he unleashed his full sadistic nature. He had taught himself self-control, feeding regularly, but only in small doses. Jediah was a very deadly halfling, despite being small of stature.

Samuel manifested the other part of Gadriel, which was contrary to his bulky size. He could manifest body molding, shaping the corrupted females into lovely creatures that fired the desires of men. He could also bind dark spells to their flesh with tattoos and other carvings. It wasn't always used, but such things could cover up the times when Jediah lets his control slip and the young girl would be scarred beyond what molding could repair. 

Since the loss of Zedekiah, and when Isaiah had been killed, Deacon began to think how they could specialize their cathouses to cater to darker needs. While not mainstream, creating masochists that could draw often affluent sadists. Deacon reasoned that it might fetch a higher price. The market for pain-seeking masochistic girls that could take punishment was rising. Jediah and Samuel began to mold the new whores into exotic painsluts, shaping their young nubile flesh into strong bodies that could withstand beatings, and training them to seek the endorphin rush. The results had seen small rise in profits, but with only two of them, and the re-molding such hard use required put a tax on their time.

Rolling up to the compound, Jediah woke Jenn, "Come meet my cousin, slut," and yanked her hair tugging her from the care in the cool morning air, "It's time you had a feeding."

Jenn's head swam and a dizzy grin passed across her lips as she was tugged down the path. She watched herself be steered roughly towards a small shack. Her disconnected thoughts wanting to run away from that dark place. She also was curious about what she'd feed on, her mind flashing between the aches of pain and the pull of addicted sexual desires.

Distant Past - Isaiah

Katie's mother had come and taken Jeremiah, a flash of worry when she saw her daughter's face. Katie smiled, "It's okay mother," she said, "We need to talk about things, we'll be fine." She put on a brave face and waved to Jeremiah as she drove away. 

She returned to the living room next to Isaiah, with Sammie on the other side of their man. The table was full of small stacks of paper and the disturbing photos of other women. Isaiah took a deep breath, and tried to start at the beginning, he had to confess and come clean. He needed their trust, not blind obedience.

"I will be straight," Isaiah said, "I am not like you, I'm different, I'm like a psychic. I think. My father is too. I think we can make people think different thoughts."

"Like hypnotism?" Sammie had said, having watched variety shows, where people were controlled by a charismatic performed.

"No, not exactly," he said, struggling to find a way to explain, "I can change what people believe is right or wrong. I can fix how well they can exercise self-control."

Katie looked at him, then blushed, "You've done that with us? Is that what you're saying."

Katie was happy living with Isaiah and Sammie, but she knew how they lived had brought curious stares. She was often questioned by classmates about her living arrangements. She knew that how they lived and loved wasn't normal. But she didn't understand exactly how it had come to be. It felt as if it was always normal to love two people. Her eyes widened a bit as she recalled the night she had caught Isaiah and Sammie.

"You did!" Katie gasped, and Isaiah nodded and bowed his head, her anger grew and Isaiah just sat there looking at her.

Katie's thoughts teemed as she thought more about it, what else had he changed. His look of guilt and shame soon cooled her thoughts. But she realized she was controlling them, he wasn't affecting her.

"You could change me now," she said quietly, if you wanted, "You could make me accept this news with a grin instead of a broken heart."

Sammie listened and was confused, as she also put the pieces together, then shrank away from Isaiah, and looked at Katie with tears in her eyes. Isaiah listened and clung to the breastplate, he knew this was painful for his loves, but he was tired of hiding. They needed to process this unbelievable information.

"Why?" Katie asked, "Why aren't you fixing me now? Oh Isaiah, I'm hurting."

Jeremiah showed her the bronze plate, that limited his powers. He explained how he'd gotten it from some man in the mountains. How he'd been tempted at the hotel, and how he was able to run away from his weakness. He told them he never meant to hurt them, he just was trapped by his own foolish actions.

"I love you Katie, I never meant to hurt you," he said, then turned to Sammie, "I love you too, in much the same way. I never realized what exactly I had done, until I read what my father did."

Slowly the trio came to grips of what Isaiah had done. They accepted it, their love had grown too much to try to undo the changes Isaiah had made. They started focusing on what Isaiah's father had done, and looked through the financial records and journals. They read sections to each other, and made connections. When they started to realize the web of corruption that Zedekiah was involved in, if not the master of, they blanched.

"Those poor women," Katie said aloud, "they are slaves and don't even know it."

That was a punch in the gut to Isaiah, but he nodded, "I feel horrible, I wish I could undo what he has done to them."

Sammie looked at Katie then Isaiah, "Can't you?" she asked, "You have the same powers."

Isaiah considered that, then looked at the stack of financial papers, totaling millions of dollars.

"If I did, they'd come after me," he said pointing to the stack of paper, "the criminals of that Priesthood make a lot of money from that trade."

"What about Jeremiah," Katie said, connecting their greed with her family, "he would be like you, right? same powers as you and your father? Would they want him? This Priesthood?"

Isaiah paled as he thought about it, "They probably would, since my father died, they might look for me, to force me to continue his ... and if they knew about Jeremiah..."

Isaiah knew his father left town before Jeremiah was born, he never knew his grandson. He recalled his father's words, "she is not like us, Jeremiah, she's not of pure blood." 

"I don't think my father thought my son would have any powers," he said, "but the Priesthood, they might be desperate. We've got to hide him from them."

"Hide him? How? He's three Isaiah." Katie said.




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"I need to leave, draw them away." Isaiah said, hating the words that came from his mouth, but also knowing it was the only course.

"Alone, what would you do?" Katie said and looked at Sammie who listened speechless, "And I love you Sammie, but two women can't live together, not in this town."

"What are you saying?" Sammie asked, face ashen. 

"You two go, you run, you never come back." Kaite said, "I'll stay here, my family will help me with Jeremiah, I'll protect him."

"No!" Sammie said crying and falling into Katie's arms, "No, I can't do that."

Katie's comforted Sammie, and Isaiah as he realized what she had proposed was the best way to keep Jeremiah safe. The three just held each other for long moments, not wanting to part. 

"What will we tell your parents?" Isaiah asked, "They can't know of this, my power. That has to be kept secret."

"I'll tell them we fought, that I was jealous of Sammie. That you doted on her and shunned me." Katie said forming the germ of a story.

"They'll hate me," Isaiah said, "They'll hate me for hurting you."

"I know," Katie said and hugged him tight, then kissed him tenderly, "For Jeremiah's sake we need to split up, break it so it can't be repaired."

Isaiah knew that was the only way, and he convinced Sammie of that too. It only took a few touches here and there, and she would see it that way. Even Katie was convinced of the cover story, as Isaiah's power sealed his own fate in her mind. Only Isaiah knew the full truth. Tears welling in his eyes as he drove away with Sammie, his father's cursed briefcase in the boot of the car, with all of his and Sammie's clothes.

"It was for the best, my love," Sammie said, "She never accepted that you loved me more, We can be free of her jealousy now." 

That only made Isaiah sob aloud, and the tears fell from his eyes. Sammie comforted him, curling closer across the front seat of his car trying to comfort him, "I'll miss Jeremiah too."

With the emotions that Isaiah was feeling, It was a miracle they made it to their hotel, in Portland. In the morning, they'd head east as the sun rose over the Columbia river gorge. They'd drive the road, passing through the shadows of the towering ridge through bright stretches as the sun warmed the asphalt highway. The pain of leaving his first-love steeled Isaiah to hate the Priesthood with every fiber of his being.

Past - Jeremiah 

Alyssa had studied the map during her vigil with Carmen, then with me. She found the hotel in the road atlas, and she directed me through the town. We turned away from the campus. Jenn's mysterious M didn't want her to be near where she could have been recognized, it seemed. As we pulled into the parking lot, I think all of us had knots in our stomach's.

Kelly was the first one out, followed quickly by Carmen and Lexi. Alyssa and I trailed behind, making sure the bus was off. She took my hand as I pocketed the key. 

"They best way we can help is to watch and listen to their thoughts," she said, "I have no idea what she looks like."

I pushed the faint image of the face I saw that first night, on the bright side of the door, her features indistinct from the shadows. It might help if Alyssa had an idea of her shape, who knows what the M might have done to her appearance. She nodded and accepted my help, then we stood behind as Kelly spoke with the desk clerk.

"Her name is Jenn, she's in trouble," she said, "Is there anyone checked in as Jennifer Miller?"

The desk clerk wanted to help, and I scanned his thoughts as he worked the terminal. He had just started his shift, his first shift this week. I doubted he might have seen her, or would even recognize her by Kelly's description. I nudged Alyssa and the gripped my hand, nudging me to look through a door in the back room behind the desk. There was an older man putting on a jacket, and heading back to the desk.

Kelly was frustrated as the active clerk looked at her blankly, "I'm sorry, Miss, there is no one by that name checked in." 

As the older man walked past, Kelly accepted Alyssa's suggestion, "Excuse me, Mister," she asked with a smile, though her thoughts were filled with worry and apprehension, "Did you work the night shift?"

"I did," the man paused and smiled at Kelly, then paused getting his eyeful, "Do you have a question."

I wanted to punch the man in the gut when his curve lit up watching Kelly, but restrained myself. He might be a pervert, but he might help if he had a eye for young girls. I felt a bit dirty as I pushed a thought at Kelly. 

I could feel her conflict and revulsion at first, but outwardly she blushed demurely, "I'm looking for my friend, I was told she was staying here."

She described Jenn's features and looks, "I was hoping we could meet up, she said this was a fun hotel, with lots of handsome older men, that knew how to treat women well."

She played the part well, though her thoughts were dark and twisted. She used a bit of her power, and Alyssa helped by having Carmen and Lexi show off a bit behind Kelly's body. 

"I even brought some friends," Kelly said as Alyssa's web of thoughts entwined in all the other's thoughts. 

Really, when you think about it, the older man didn't stand a chance. That he understood so quickly though, betrayed that he knew what went on in this outwardly pleasant hotel. Ah yes, " I do remember her, she checked in on my shift two days ago."

Alyssa fed me the highlights of his thoughts, as she filed through them; she showed up with a man her age, they checked into a double room, she came down to the bar shortly after, she left shortly after with a different man, she came down again alone a while later, and then again with a much older man.

The man had slid behind the desk, dismissing the clerk that had just started. he flipped through the registrations looking for a name. Then found it, "Michael Riggins, room 408." 

"Thank you so much," Kelly had said leaning against the counter and letting the man look down her top, "You've been such a help."

I had heard too much, and pushed the man to look away. He began to realize that young girls weren't as attractive as he used to think. Probably too high maintenance. He should remember how well his wife took care of him. He smiled politely at Kelly, then excused himself to go home.

The five of us headed to the elevator, "What did you do to him?" Alyssa asked curiously.

"He has come to appreciate the benefits of being married to a wife that loves him." I said, and she nodded and smiled.

"That's good, he deserved much worse," she said, "I only shared a small portion of that pervert's activities."

The threesome ignored us, frantic to get to the room number he had given us. When the door opened, they rushed down the hallway. Carmen knocked on the door, then Kelly and Lexi added their fists to the ruckus.

"Jenn!!" Kelly called out, "Jenn, we're here, come open the door."

They were on the border of panic, and then heard the door start to move and the door handle turn.

"What do you want?" Michael said, "There is no Jenn here, you have the wrong room."

"Wait," Kelly said, doing a double take, "Carl??! What are you doing here?"

The look on the boys face as he recognized Kelly betrayed who he was. I scanned him and read the mix of conflict coursing through his brains. Kelly's old boyfriend, the one who broke up with her the night I met her in the courtyard. Alyssa's eyes narrowed as she read his thoughts and felt him try to come up with a story, speechless in the face of Kelly.

She actually pulsed and tried to push her power at him, but it bounced off the pendant she wore. Carmen pushed him into the room, with Lexi right behind. We followed as Michael/Carl pinwheeled backwards into the room. The door clicking behind us, Lexi whipped around and knocked him flat with a roundhouse kick to his head.

Then things got a little out of control. Alyssa held Kelly's hand, pulling her backwards as Kelly wanted to scratch his eyes out. I grabbed Carmen who was ready to start kicking him in the gut. That left Lexi alone, and we saw in close quarters what her martial arts training could do. She was in control and Carl/Michael was subdued without too much destruction. As Carmen found the phone, it's line pulled from the wall, she grabbed the cord and pulled it from the receiver. She bound his hands behind him.

We sat him in a chair and waited for him to wake up. We hadn't ever had a captive before, and as he sat unconscious, we looked at each other wondering what we should do. In the surprise of Carl/Michael's presence we'd forgotten that we were here for Jenn. Carmen and Lexi looked around the room. It was a shambles, but Carmen dug through the mess of covers and found a little black dress, that had been ripped. Jenn may have been here, but she was here no longer.

Alyssa and I talked to one another, sometimes aloud, about how to interrogate him. Kelly looked ashen, she was filing through her memories of Carl. She realized that their 'relationship' was a sham, a way to make her feel comfortable with him. Why he always wanted to have sex with her, fell into place.

"He was trying to recruit me..." she said with a whisper, "He wanted to make me a..."

She reached out and slapped him across the face, and he started to awaken at the sting. She spat at him, "You BASTARD!" and started to pound her fists into him. Carmen had to use all her strength to haul her away. I pushed Lexi to help her restrain Kelly, then sat down in front of the man who looked at me with a tired resigned look in his eyes.

"What is your real name?" I asked, "and don't say Michael, or Carl, I'm not a fool."

"It's Benjamin," he said, and though his curve was alight with fear, the section that would betray any deception was clear.

"I'm Jeremiah, Benjamin," I said, smiling confidently, "I guess you already know Kelly, that's Lexi her roommate, and Carmen her neighbor, and my best friend Alyssa."

As I introduced him, I saw he only recognized Kelly. He never met her roommate. He was trying to isolate her, not woo her. He preyed on Kelly's naivety. Her only defense had been how strong of a moral structure her parents had developed in her. I silently thanked Betsy for that. I pushed the thoughts of what could have been from my brain, we had to think of the present.

"Where is Jenn?" I asked again, and felt Alyssa's influence drift along with mine inside his brain.

"I don't know?" Benjamin said, and his eyes looked frantically, "You've got to believe me."

I already did, that she was gone was a surprise to him, "What was supposed to happen this morning." 

I was surprised how little I had to mold him to get the full story. We were too late, Jenn had been taken by this Jediah person. I tried to focus on just things that would help us find her, but the rest of his story also disturbed me. I wanted to destroy him, and Alyssa had to put her hand on my shoulder to distract me. I stood up and looked at her. 

With a blink from Alyssa, Benjamin's head fell forward, "He's very tired, poor thing." she simpered.

The five of us huddled. Kelly wanted to go to the compound right away. Carmen wanted to hold Benjamin and let Lexi practice her tae-kwon-do on him. I wanted him to be punished for what he had almost done to Kelly, and had done to Jenn. Alyssa was the only one to put distance on the emotions and look at all our options. We finally let her talk.

"Unfortunately, we need him," she said, "He knows where the compound is, and can guide us. We can find out more about him along the way. I don't like it, but he needs to come with us. That will help us free Jenn the fastest."

"I don't know," I said, "I think we're over our heads. We don't know what kind of beehive we'll run into at the compound. This was easy, five of us, and one of him. What if the numbers went the other way? What if there were other halflings there, with powers we didn't know about."

"That's another reason to bring him along," Alyssa said, "I have many questions about that. With your father's photos and Deborah's diaries we can get a much better picture."

"We still need to get to the bank, and the safety deposit box," I said, "We don't even know where the bank is. There is so much we still don't know. I don't know if the best thing is to barrel into the center of Priesthood territory to try and rescue Jenn. Maybe we back off, circle the wagons, call the cops."

Alyssa shook her head, and I felt her thoughts, and even I knew my worries were empty fears. She smiled at me and stepped close to me, grabbing my hand and looking into my eyes. 

"The simple fact is you feel responsible for Jenn and you have a confidence problem,"Alyssa said with a glint in her eyes, continuing, "I'm not going to blow sunshine up your ass Jeremiah. A good person is compelled to evaluate what's happened so he can apply what he has learned,"

"Why are you quoting Top Gun to me?" I laughed as the mood lightened.

"Besides the fact that you've watched that movie on VHS so many times, it's engraved in my mind, it's something you need to hear," Alyssa said, "You ARE a good person, Jeremiah. When the time comes, you'll know what to do."

"I don't know," I said with a wink, "I never liked that Maverick guy, did you know he ran a brothel out of his parent's house to pay for repairs to his father's car that he dunked in a lake?"

Alyssa's eyes sparkled, "Sometimes you have to say, 'what the fuck,' J, saying 'what the fuck,' brings freedom. Freedom brings opportunity. Opportunity makes your future."

I laughed, "It's no fun playing pop-culture quotes with you," Jeremiah said and kissed her, "What the fuck, let's go to Pinebluff."

"What about him," Carmen said, kicking at Benjamin's chair.

"Alyssa is right," he needs to come with us. 

When the six of us left the hotel, Benjamin walked alongside us. He was glad to be with his old friends, he was looking forward to taking them to his home, and wanted to tell us all kind of stories along the way.

It was a bit of a chore. Benjamin's moral curse was very much different than what I had been used to, so many differences had been ingrained by the Priesthood. He saw females to be almost a lower life form. His morality thrived on lies, deception and half-truths. He preferred secrecy to being forthright. It was the first time I'd performed such extreme reversals, but Alyssa said it was good that I practice in a safe place. 

While she and I worked, Carmen led Lexi and Kelly in cleaning up the room. They swept the room clean where we had touched anything. They piled the bedsheets on the bed, bundling the bloody sheets in a separate pile. When we left, stuffing the stained sheets in a garbage chute along the hallway, the room didn't look much different than any other room.

In the lobby, with our new friend Benjamin following along, we saw a police officer to one side interviewing a woman. She was crying and looked shaken, her body bruised and holding a bag of ice to her cheek. Alyssa glanced over and concentrated, then wandered closer.

"Alyssa will meet us in the bus," I said, and we all headed to the cruiser.

Alyssa entered and closed the door. Carmen started the van up and Lexi gave her directions to head out of town. Kelly sat on the sofa opposite of Benjamin with a cold stare in her eyes. Alyssa sat beside her, while I sat next to Benjamin.

"Tell us about Jediah," Alyssa said, her blue eyes dark with anger.

It was hard not to waylay Ben with a punch to the head when Alyssa sent me a report of the women's report of rape to the police officer in the lobby.

Past: Jenn

Jenn's eyes opened and for the first time in days her head didn't ache. There were still parts that hurt but the feelings were ebbing. She blinked her eyes, and looked around. The detachment she had experienced made her memory spotty. There was that yummy older man, she seduced in the hotel bar. Then there was this much larger man, muscles rippling under his tight tee-shirt.

"How have I gotten so tall?" she wondered as she looked down at the pair of men.

She realized she was on a pedestal. Her hands lifted above her head, not stretched, but held in cuffs so that her whole body was exposed. She shivered as she realized she was totally naked before these two men. She tried to move her legs, that sent a labored moan of pain through her lips.

"That's still sore," her brain told her, and she tried to remember why. 

Regardless she realized her ankles we cuffed too, stretching her legs apart. Her cunt pulsed for a moment, as she felt the big man wave his hand over her sex. It felt different, cooler. She shifted her hips and she purred as she felt her labia shift against each other. More sensitive, a bit delicious. She wished she could see what he was doing. 

Her gaze shifted around the room, she noticed a young girl about her age through a window. The girl was strung up like her, arms reaching making her larger breasts lift from her nicely toned abdomen. She moved slightly, and the girl mirrored her movement, the large breasts bouncing. Her brain started to recognize it wasn't a window, but a mirror. 

"My breasts aren't that big," she thought, and tested this new theory by rotating her torso, her hips swaying nicely. Her flat stomach showing firm abdominal muscles that she'd always admired in more fit females. Her movement were matched exactly by the girl in the mirror.

"Stay still!" growled the man, and slapped her ass.

She yelped as she watched the man strike her in the mirror, and a purr of arousal at the feel of the warmth his hand left behind. 

"How could that shapely sexy women, be me?" she thought to herself focusing more on the girls young face, her tongue moving over her teeth as she smiled.

Her eyes were the right color, but slightly larger it seemed. Her hair, which had been a mish-mash of an array of highlights had evened into a dark auburn, not bright red like Lexi's but reddish amber. She loved it. Her facial features had smoothed out, less cherubic, more angular. Higher cheekbones and a nice set of dimples as she smiled. Her teeth, straight and even and a brilliant white. 

"Wasn't I missing a tooth," she thought to herself as she watched a cloud of confusion pass over her features, "I don't remember any braces."

The changes in her appearance would have taken many delicate surgeries, and months of recovery. She fought through her confusion as the man started working more delicately around the front of her abdomen. She inhaled sharply as she felt his fingers press into her belly button, then purred as he slid a pretty piece of jewelry into the fresh piercing in the middle of her sexy abdomen. 

Another press at the top of her mound, "when did I shave my pubic hair," she thought for a moment, then groaned at the pinch of pain, and another sparkle of silver at the top of her smooth naked cunt.

"No hair," she realized.

None under her arms, and no shadow on her calves or forearms. She didn't recall shaving, and her fractured memories weren't clear but she felt it had been a few days since she had groomed. The man blew across her bare cunt, and her knees buckled, and she hung from her wrists until another sting of his palm had her back on her feet. 

The soreness fled as she watched his hands move down her bruised and scratched legs, much paler than the rest of her flawless tanned flesh of her upper body. As his hands moved down her legs appeared darker, the muscle tone more defined. She shifted her gaze and the man circled around behind her. She saw another mirror in a mirror and watched as his hands waved and her ass lifted. No more cellulite and a nice round plumpness that didn't shift down when she failed to flex her gluteus muscles. 

She couldn't help herself, as the man scooted back to check his work. She rolled her hips, and wriggled her abdomen. She danced for herself in the mirror and drew some admiring whistles from the pair of men in the room.




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"Good work, cousin," said the smaller man, his name lost in the fog of her brain. She wanted to call him Daddy, and figured that would do as she felt her desire rise. 

"Pretty standard so far," the large man admitted standing and looking at her, and adjusting a substantial bulge in his jeans, "Now for the tats."

She'd call him, 'Big boy', if he ever let her show her appreciation when he released her from the restraints.

She watched him stand back behind her, and his voice lowers, growling some strange words as his hands slid over her hips, just above her perfectly round ass. She suddenly shrieked in pain as red fire seemed to pour into her tawny flesh from the tips of his fingers. As it cooled, his lowly uttered oaths seemed to stir patterns into the darkening design, a symmetrical web of dark lines and shapes connected at the center with a five-pointed star at the base of her spine.

She screamed, the pain felt like she'd been branded. Her thoughts flooding with dark images of females having all sorts of delicious looking pains inflicted on their flesh. Through her pain she also felt their projected need, they fed off their torture. She wanted to feel that hunger, and she began to as the brand turned a dark ebony. 

The man took his time, walking around spitting his dark curses as new marks appeared. An inviting flower at the top of her now dripping cunt made her want to feel that swelling tube of his manhood impale her there. She felt hopelessly empty, hanging from her wrists. Another star blazed on the inside cleavage of her huge firm breasts. She inhaled in fevered lust as she felt her nipples harden, knowing they'd stay that way permanently.

He stopped and stepped back, turning to say something to the man.

"Just fuck me," she cursed at them as lust filled her veins.

"In time," said the smaller man, unfurling a bull whip.

The mark on her ass burned as she realized his intention and licked her full lips, "Yes Daddy."

He knew what she craved, and she suddenly craved the bite of his whip.

"Well done," Jediah said to Samuel, "Do you want a turn with her?"

"I always test my work," Samuel said, and gripped his cock through his jeans, "How do you want to test her?"

Samuel listened and nodded, Jediah's brain was twisted, but he liked it that way.

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Author's Note: Thank you for reading, voting and commenting. I'm starting to worry more about Jenn, will she ever be the same? Maybe our trio of halflings will be too late? 

Editing props go out to mgenette who has been a great encouragement. His responsiveness to my questions has enhanced the story. His careful eye have fixed many of my mistakes. Any remaining are my fault alone.



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Author's Note: 

Thank you for continuing to read, vote and comment. I hope to enrich the main characters by showing their history through flashbacks and narratives. 

The main story thread follows along the Past story line, switching between Jeremiah's family of four beautiful women, and Jenn and her captors. The Distant Past stories give the context of what Jeremiah and company are up against, how the main characters families were already fighting the corruption of the Priesthood. The Present timeline is resting for this installment, but will make a return in later chapters.

I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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Past: Deacon

Deacon slowly opened his eyes, then his mouth. He looked at Rebekah as he held the straw to his lips. Her eyes watching his throat as he swallowed a few sips. He pushed the straw out with his tongue, and looked at his companion. 

"Jediah is back," she said with little emotion, "He brought that girl. He took her to Samuel. He said he would introduce you to her when she was done."

Deacon nodded at her report. She was always precise in what she said, and ready to serve his needs. She hardly ever smiled though, and the stiff way she moved her body was a bit off putting. Not that it mattered, he was too old and frail to enjoy her in other ways. He mostly enjoyed his own company. With a nod she left him with his thoughts.

The news of a possible Baraqiel had him in a reflective mood. He had spent the last couple days reliving the past, from the time Zedekiah was murdered to the present. 

Zedekiah had been the mastermind behind their vice and prostitution business. Not only finding the most amazing talent for their brothels, but negotiating incredible terms with oriental drugs cartels for their heroin. He also negotiated the transport of the drugs from the ports in northern california via biker gang to their brothels in Nevada. The money that was laundered through other Priesthood fronts had kept this small compound well funded. 

Zedekiah's sudden death, left the Priesthood scrambling. Deacon who had taken leadership of the cult compound after the disastrous awakening of the last Baraqiel, had allowed the younger Zedekiah to assume a great amount of control. The organization was running so well, he'd let Zedekiah have a very long leash. Zedekiah had moved with his wife and infant son away from the compound, moving frequently as he finalized the deals that made the Priesthood so profitable. 

When Zedekiah came back to the compound with only his wife, Deacon should have taken control of the business back from him. Delegated the different businesses to other leaders, diversifying. However, Zedekiah was always very persuasive, and while agreeing that Deacon was right, assured him that it would happen soon, just a few more trips. Deacon cursed at himself for allowing it. The lack of a present Yeqon heir was a deadly strike to much of their organization. 

Deacon had tried to pull together the pieces: traveling to the brothels, inviting the Chinese to taste their talents to bribe them with their greedy vices. He wasn't the same as Zedekiah, his line didn't have the same persuasive power. His self-imposed isolation at the compound had weakened his people skills. The people he needed to cooperate had their own agendas outside of Deacon's influence. The deals he did manage became less lucrative and the Priesthood organization shrunk.

The aftermath of Zedekiah's murder had another facet, thanks to the young girl that was found in his room. She was the granddaughter of an Idaho representative to Congress. While the murder was never solved, nor a killer found. The crime became a federal investigation. The congressman was convinced it was a foiled kidnapping attempt, and the bureau followed their leads. Tracking money associated with Zedekiah's name soon had them at the gates of the compound. The attention from the investigation brought in new federal agencies. Seems while mostly the government turned a blind eye to consensual plural marriages in some cult factions, the forced marriage of child brides was frowned upon.

Deacon cursed at that too, he'd never taken a wife. The fools that preyed on the cult's younger daughters and traded between themselves were few, but enough to draw the attention of the federal agencies. The scandal brought the blaring lights of television news, and soon there was footage of young children being taken away from their gates in State vans. Young mothers being taken to shelters, and elderly men shackled and frog marched across the screen. In the scandal and with less wealth the population of the cult plummeted. What was left were the hardened believers. Deacon drew the cult back into secrecy, and dialed back the vice outfits in Nevada. 

That was when he'd taken Rebekah under his wing. She was one of the few wives that were old enough to not have been seen as abused, but her husband had five other wives, underage, in his household. She was left behind, and now childless. Deacon brought her into his house, and she had served him well. Keeping his house and schedule. She never shared his bed. With what had happened with the Baraqiel, Deacon had decided celibacy was the safest path for his leadership. He would approve of each new whore that Jediah's organization brought to his door, but he never touched them. 

That thought reminded him that Jediah was back. His eyes scanned the compound through the windows in his room, and then closed his eyes. Rebekah would awaken him when Jediah was finished with his fun. He'd rest until then.

Past: Jeremiah

The more Benjamin told us about Jediah, the more angry Kelly became. Alyssa also was repulsed and angered by Benjamin's telling of Jediah's dark perversions. As descriptive as Benjamin's tale was, it soon became apparent that he was ignorant of the more supernatural side of Jediah. With a nod of Alyssa's head, Benjamin slumped back asleep. Kelly stood stiffly and walked to the bedroom in the back of the cab. 

Alyssa and Lexi followed her and I checked with in with Carmen.

"Where are we headed?" I asked dropping into the pilot seat.

"Well I figure Missoula is the best place to head," Carmen said, "Can you take a look at the map and tell me what you think."

I looked at the route, and was a bit disappointed the route to Missoula ran north towards Spokane then heading southeast into the small valley of our destination. I looked for a more direct route, but the road was very twisty, carving between some significant mountain peaks. The elevation changes would take their toll on our heavy camper, and there was nothing in the way of services along that path.

"Yeah," I finally allowed, "I think that's the best way. We should probably stop someplace for the night, how far til Missoula?"

"About three hours," Carmen said, the skies darkening as the sun was setting to our left, "I've been keeping my eye out for camping grounds. We need to empty some tanks and fill some others."

She waved her hands at the console and the maze of gauges and buttons. I took her word for it. Like with most things, if Carmen knew about something, it was best to leave her to her work. 

"The less populated the park, the better," I said, and she nodded, "I trust your intuition, Carmen."

I listened with my mind to the three girls in the back. Alyssa was talking with the pair. Benjamin's story was very troubling to them, Kelly especially. I pushed a question to Alyssa if I should come back. She sent back, she was handling it, but that she was hungry.

"I should make some food, we haven't eaten all day." I said to Carmen.

"No, Papi," she laughed, and smiled at me, "Swap out with me, and I'll make us something to eat. No offense."

"None taken," I said, truly I had no idea where anything was located in the kitchen, and the thought of Carmen's cooking made my mouth water.

We swapped out, and she headed to the kitchen. I drove down the road. I didn't scan the girls as they talked. I needed to concentrate on the road. I did enjoy watching Carmen make some sandwiches in the rear view mirror. Despite the foul mood everyone was in with the discovery of Benjamin, cooking seemed to be therapeutic to Carmen. Her graceful moves and soft singing voice soon soothed my mood. 

Past: Kelly

I wanted to puke. I wanted to scratch Carl's eyes out. The shock of seeing him again, in that setting, in that room. It took me awhile to really put the pieces together. I was wearing the pendant, which probably was a good idea. The rage I felt was beyond what I'd felt before. I began to understand how my mother felt when she would get wound up and angry over something. This was more than something. I wanted Carl-Michael-Benjamin to stop breathing.

Even in my rage, I was glad that Alyssa and Jeremiah were there when he opened the hotel room door. Though they had never seen him before, they did not know him. They had the emotional distance, that I lacked, and that was a good thing. Lexi and Carmen had jumped to my defense, they knew about my time with him, though they too had never met him. He always wanted me to be alone, I thought it was romantic. Now I realized it was sick way of control. A wave of nausea washed over me. I focused on cleaning the room up with Lexi and Carmen, while Alyssa and Jeremiah focused on whateverhisnameis.

I had to steel my nerves as we cleaned. The evidence of Jenn's torture was everywhere. Sheets stained with her blood. Other stains made me want to take a shower as we gathered up all the bed linens and discarded them in the hall chute. The hotel probably was used to this routine, based on what Alyssa had leaked to us about that pervert desk clerk's activity. 

I didn't like that Carl was coming with us, or Michael. I didn't know what to call him. That Jeremiah made him think we were all friends, made me sick to my stomach. He smiled and laughed with us, and I wanted to press my thumbs into his eye sockets. We all played the game, though. I understood why we needed to play the parts. In the van my cheeriness evaporated and I glared at him, my anger putting him back on his heels.

He avoided looking at me, and Alyssa sat beside me and held my hand. Carmen and Lexi had gone up front to drive us away from the hotel and leave this town. A town I used to love, but now I couldn't wait to be clear of it's borders. My emotions were frayed, but I stayed to listen to Benjamin, (I guess I'll call him that, as he was nothing like the boy that tried to seduce me). 

The stories he told of Jediah, of the recruiting process, of the training they gave their new recruits to endure and even crave pain. It sickened me, and even Lexi, who had come back to sit with me, growled several times in disgust. She might like the more edgy things, but she was always in control. The thought of corrupting a girl in such a way made my friend tense and angry.

When Alyssa finally made him go to sleep, I was past my limit. I stood up and walked to the back, closing the door before I let myself cry. I sobbed into the sheets. Lexi came behind me, and laid beside me, and just stroked my back. Alyssa's comforting presence was next, also just staying silent and letting me cry. The soft touch of her fingers on my head soothed me.

Soon I was ready to sit up and talk it out. The few times we'd done that as a family had always helped work through the strong feeling. I sat up and turned towards the front, and Lexi and Alyssa sat at the foot of the bed, and we all smiled remembering happier family councils.

"Honestly," I admitted, "I'm scared more than anything. What might have happened to me. It frightens me."

"Me too," Lexi said, "I never liked what you told me about Carl, he sounded like a douche. But, I was just your roommate, I didn't think I had a place telling you which boy to like."

"I think they use that to their advantage," Alyssa said, shaking her head, "First semester in college many young people haven't formed close friendships. They use that to their advantage, and cull the pretty ones from the herd. You must have captivated him though, because you don't fit the model."

"Oh?" I asked, "how so?"

"You have a strong connection with your family," Alyssa said, "Carmen, or Lexi would be better targets. Jenn fits their mark also, being without family."

"Yeah," I said remembering, "He tried to get between me and my mother too. When I'd feel he was getting too handsy, he'd blame her. Tell me she was too controlling. Tell me she was going to ruin my life."

Alyssa nodded, and let me work through my thoughts, as Lexi sat thoughtfully.

"I guess that is why Jeremiah is so different," I reasoned, "He never has tried to separate me from my family or my friends. The opposite really, he has adopted my friends, and respects my family."

Alyssa nodded, "Jeremiah is very different, a very special man. I knew that about him before he had met either of you. For all the things that have happened, that Jeremiah came into your life is a blessing."

She looked odd as she heard that word slip from her mouth, and smiled at me to cover her own surprise, "A blessing, hmmm?" I teased.

"Well..., a fortunate coincidence," Alyssa laughed, modifying her words, then explaining, "I've changed too, with everything we're discovering, I have to admit there are things that have me thinking more spiritual thoughts."

"I feel frightened," Lexi said, looking at Alyssa, "You said I fit their model, and I do, not having any family. I could have been in danger, I could be in Jenn's place," she hung her head as she drifted into silence.

"I think it's important to not dwell too much on what could have been," Alyssa said, "It didn't happen to you, and for a good reason. We are together for some purpose, we've all felt that. We can make a difference, we can end the influence of the Priesthood. We can choose to make the right decisions, instead of the easy darker path."

I nodded, "You're right," I said, "What could have been, didn't happen. We need to focus on what's next. I worry about Jenn with what we now know of this Jediah character."

"Well we know where he is going," Alyssa said, "With sleeping beauty in our hands, we know where we're going, we don't have to hunt for the compound. I think we need to get what's out of Jeremiah's safety deposit box and then go right for the compound."

The door opened, and in came Carmen with a plate of sandwiches, and a bowl of chips, "Are you guys hungry?" she asked putting the plate on the bed. 

Lexi's eyes got big and she smiled for the first time in a while. Snapping up a sandwich in one hand, and grabbing Carmen's hand with the other. She tugged Carmen closer and kissed her before taking a bite of the sandwich.

"Urghhf," she paused to chew and swallow, "You always take care of us Carmen, thank you."

She smiled and kissed Lexi's head, "I will always, little one," she smiled and headed back to the front. She smacked Benjamin across the cheek as she passed his sleeping form, he didn't even move.

My mood lightened at that sight, and I ate Carmen's food hungrily. The three of us moving back up to the front. Carmen hauled the sleeping man back, then got out her bag of tricks. She hog tied him with cuffs and ropes. She shoved a ball-gag in his mouth. Then when she was done, she told Alyssa to wake him up.

"He needs a taste of his own medicine," she said, a dark look in her eyes, she closed the door to the back room. When we were all in the front, we could hardly hear his sounds.

Distant Past: Isaiah and Sammie

Isaiah had left his home intending to go to Nevada and find work near the brothels in his father's papers. He had left Katie and Jeremiah half of his savings, promising to send her more as he travelled. He knew what savings he had wouldn't last long, and he'd need to find work. Small towns in Nevada were not the best place to make some money. He decided to go back to Rexburg, it was large enough that he could find work. It was also one of the Priesthood's main recruiting grounds.

When they got there, Sammie started to get depressed. She had nothing to do since she was no longer caring for Jeremiah and Isaiah was working longer hours to make money. She was lonely. She started volunteering at women's shelters caring for victims of abuse, rape and unwanted pregnancy. Her caregiving tendencies made her a natural for that work. The situations the women had found themselves in made her sad. She spoke of it to Isaiah, and encouraged him to do what he could to stop the abuse of the Priesthood.

A few months later the news of polygamy at the Priesthood compound broke. The local news in Rexburg ran regular coverage of the scandal. At work Sammie heard they were looking for volunteers to help triage the children and women that had been abused by the elders of the cult. She prodded Isaiah, and they moved closer to the compound. They both volunteered to help with the effort to find the misplaced children appropriate homes. 

"Can we apply to adopt one of the children?" Sammie had asked, missing Jeremiah's presence in her life.

"Sweetheart," Isaiah said, "We can't afford it, and I don't think we can do it, and fulfill our mission."

Sammie nodded, "I know, I just miss caring for Jeremiah."

Isaiah hadn't modified her, letting her feel that absence. Despite his modifications, she also had started to miss Katie too. He didn't want to keep fixing her, so they ended up having the same conversations often, as Sammie worked through her feelings of absence and withdrawals. It was good for Jeremiah too. He was hurting from his own guilt and shame. Talking about his feelings with Sammie was hard, but it brought them closer.

There were dozens of children misplaced. The federal agencies involved didn't think it was best to go to local area families. As they did more background checks, the families often had similar traits to the ones they were forced to leave. Too many young mothers and older fathers. Finally they decided after conferencing with neighboring state agencies to funnel the children into homes in Oregon, Washington and Idaho.

Isaiah worked in a section for sending children to Oregon families. It was largely administrative, he hardly had any contact with the children, seeing them for a brief moment before they were transported by bus. They were assigned a guide, and then transferred to their new family.

Part of his job was changing the children's names. The cult tended to name their children with names found in the bible, and the last names were often a mix of strange sounding aramaic or hebrew words. Foster organizations wanted easier names, so Isaiah took care in finding appropriate names. 

He saw the girl outside his window, she was roughly Jeremiah's age. Brown hair, blue eyes, and a quiet demeanor. Her given name was Adaliah Penemue. He was familiar with many of the surnames from studying his father's papers, a few notebooks were dedicated to genealogy, and Penemue was one of the prominent lines of the cult. He assumed females rarely manifested powers, as his father's work mostly focused on the younger boys in the lines. 

He looked at the child through his window, and wanted to think of a name that would capture her essence. He first thought of Alice, since she seemed curious and her blue eyes reminded him of the girl that followed the rabbit down the hole. He dismissed it because recently Alice had been associated with a housekeeper with a bunch of kids. He doodled on his scratch pad, trying variants of that name. Ally was too terse, Alicia didn't fit her. He wrote Alyssa on his pad, then said it aloud. The girl outside his window, waiting for her name turned and looked at him as he said it. She couldn't hear him, and the glass was one way. To the girl, she was looking in the mirror. But the coincidence and the sound of her name meshed. 




The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 14



'Alyssa Phillips', he wrote on her form, and collected her papers and went outside. He handed the papers to the guide and told her to head to dispersing for her funds. 

"Good bye, Alyssa," he said with a smile and a wave of his hand.

She waved back and smiled, then tucked her head of brown curls bashfully into her guides neck. He thought to himself, "wouldn't that be funny if she met his Jeremiah someday."

He laughed at himself and picked up the next packet from the next guide. Looking at the chunky two-year old girl with blonde hair. He'd take his time finding the right name for this girl too. They each deserved his full attention. Soon he'd forgotten Alyssa as his day drew longer.

A few weeks later, Sammie and he left Montana, and headed back towards Washington. There was a small college town there that Isaiah heard was attracting the attention of the Priesthood recruiters. He wanted to establish himself there, get a job and make some money. The small town, Pullman, was almost central to Priesthood influence. Sammie could live there and find her career and he could continue to help break the influence of his heritage.

Past: Jenn

She still hung from the cuffs, her new tattoos still burning into her flesh, and their dark influences sinking into her nerves. Her nipples were hard as rocks, and her cunt seemed to pulse with the need to be filled with something, anything. Her bottom rocked and gyrated, trying to attract the attention of the two men watching her.

The larger man went to a shelf and tossed a flogger to the shorter man. It had thin leather straps, not soft but stiff, like dozens of his leather belts attached to a handle. The shorter man stood behind her, and started flicking the flogger over her ass. She barked out a shout at the first sting, then hummed to herself as her nerves warmed to the sensation. The burn of the stroke soothed the fire from the brand and she pushed her bottom out, seeking another strike. 

Her body vibrated as she tried to lean over, stretching her arms to push her ass towards the man. The larger man climbed up on the pedestal, and reached up above her head. His dark eyes watching her as he unclipped her cuffs from the ropes. She smiled and leaned into him as she rocked her hips back. The small man smacked her ass again, harder and she yelped, then purred. She licked the large man's chest. He pulled her arms down, then rotated them back. She felt the stretch of her arms as he clipped her cuffs together. He clipped the end of a cable to her cuffs, and then jumped down off the pedestal. 

The small man took his time, as the larger man started to move her into the position he wanted. His strokes would sting with a flash of pain that made her mouth gasp and eyes close. She always rocked back, the last whip stroke not being enough. She felt her cunt moisten as she rolled her hips seeking another stroke.

The large man pulled on the end of the cable clipped to her wrists, and guided her arms up behind her back. The further her hands rose the more she bent over, trying to take the pressure off her shoulders. She struggled to adjust her balance with her ankles still bound and legs parted about shoulder width. She groaned as the pain from her strained arms sunk into her nerves. Her hips had to rock back and her cunt was more exposed.

"YEoohchhhh" she sang out as the short man whipped the flogger up between her thighs, slamming the leather into her mound, the tendrils sinking into the tattoo flower above her pouting cunt. She almost came right then, as the pain sank into a deep needful pulse of heat. 

"Oh Daddy, more" she pleaded as the large man stood at the edge of the pedestal. She was bent over from the strain of the rope lifting her wrists behind her back, and her head was right at his crotch, She smiled a feral grin as she saw the large bulge in his dirty jeans. He gripped her chin and pulled her mouth open. Then pushed a ring into her mouth, forcing her mouth to open wide, he fastened the strap behind her scalp. She felt her glands pour saliva into her mouth as her jaw spread open wide. She looked shocked for a moment a question in her eyes as she large man stepped back. 

*sssssCrack!* she jumped as a fire of pain stung her ass, she couldn't see the older man as she tried to look wildly to see what he hit her with. 

*sssssCrack!* another sting on her opposite cheek, and she screamed her hips rocking trying to anticipate and avoid the next blow. The man stepped into view and she saw him swing the bullwhip feeling the hard bite of the tip before the noise sank into her ears. She howled and gurgled, as the pain started to rise. Her nervous system started to work as she floated along a curve of pain.

Suddenly the large man was in front of her again, dirty trousers pushed down on his thighs. His huge cock rubbed against her face as he stepped next to the platform. He gripped her head and then his shaft and slapped her cheek with the thick hot column of flesh. He watched her wordlessly as she felt his cock, then she nuzzled into it turning her ring-gagged maw towards his meaty head.

Another crack of the whip made her knees shake, and the man fed her his cock. She realized why the gag was in her mouth as she was unable to close her mouth, lips or teeth around the invading column. The whipping started to increase as she used her tongue as best she could to suck on the cock in her mouth. 

Drool dripped from her mouth in streams as the man held her head in both hands and mouth fucked her hard. She groaned at the taste, and the whipping of her thighs and ass only made her want more. She felt the cock plunge into the back of her throat and she inhaled the manly scent of his pubic hair. She felt the flogger return and punish her dripping cunt. She rolled her hips seeking each strike. She wanted, no needed, more.

Her mouth emptied as the thick cock drew back, "Naaauhh I waaan mooah" she pleaded as he drew back, she inhaled and pushed her head forward. He laughed at her, then gripped her head and soon her mouth was filled with his cock again. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she tasted his musk 

The flogger stung her cunt again, and her body shook. Vision blurred as she felt an orgasm rip through her nerves. "More she thought, this isn't enough..."

Large hands gripped her breasts, sinking deep into the molded cups, squeezing hard into the base. She groaned and pressed her chest down, straining her arms more. Her permanently hard nipples pressed into the rough palms. She gurgled around the cock in her mouth, and growled as the flogger hammered into her cunt and inner thighs. 

Hands seared into her hips as the smaller man crawled behind her on the platform. She ground her sore ass into his crotch, and tried to smile as she felt his erect cock slip between her round cheeks. Her thighs and hips worked, moving her sore cunt over the stiff shaft, trying to get it inside. Then with a sharp sting from the flat of his hand she held still.

"Aauuuhhh eyyaaaaaahhh" she growled around the cock in her mouth, as he roughly sheathed his shaft into her hot slick cunt. 

She rolled her eyes back, and laid her tongue flat along the base of the invading thick shaft. Surrendering her mouth and cunt to the use of the men that had whipped her and branded her. They took her roughly. Hands slapping her ass and flanks as they pounded into her. Fingers gripping abraded flesh sending ripples of fire through her nerves. She danced as the orgasms started pounding together, then she floated. 

She watched from above as the two men used the trim girl between them, her body shaking from her own lust and deep need. They pulled out and sprayed her face and bottom with their spunk. She felt the hot spray hit her, even as she watched. Then they left her hanging from her cuffs, body limp as tremors coursed through her nerves. Then she let herself slip into the darkness, and rest.

"Clean her up," Jediah told Samuel as he tucked his cock back into his trousers. "Let her rest and recover, then clean her up. She meets Deacon tomorrow."

Past: Jeremiah

Carmen's sandwiches took the grumble out of our stomachs, but we needed more rest. Pushing down the road would get us very little benefit. We should be rested and energized before rolling into enemy territory. When the girls gathered back in the front cabin, and Carmen was busy with Michael in the back, I asked Alyssa to scout for a place to stop.

"There is a RV park," she said, "according to the map outside of Missoula, we can stay the night there."

She directed me to the right exit, and I pulled into the park. I chatted with the attendant, and paid for a remote slot with no neighbors. He showed me where to dump my tanks, and refill our water tank. I showed Carmen where to park it, and she drove off. I went inside the store to look for more detailed local maps of the area. I also bought a pen and paper, and wrote down an address from the yellow pages for a place in Missoula.

I struck out looking for the exact location for the bank, but the attendant told me, "There's only one bank in Pinebluff," with a scoff of laughter.

As I headed towards our camping spot, I saw Lexi and Kelly outside, putting up a small tent. Lexi was telling Kelly what to do, and it looked like Kelly was completely confused by the process. Seeing me they put down their work and walked to greet me.

"I don't want Michael to sleep in our home," Kelly said, and I nodded in agreement.

"None of us do," Lexi said, "but Carmen and Alyssa are making dinner, and ... well I could use your help. No offense Kel."

"None taken," Kelly said, "In my universe, roughing it is that," and she pointed to our luxury RV. I don't find the idea of living in the stone age appealing."

The look she gave the tent made me laugh. It was probably a small beginning of the punishment she wished for Benjamin. I had my own ideas about how to deal with him, but wanted to tell the group before I went on with any plans.

"Sure thing, little one," I said, and Kelly clapped and hurried back inside the RV.

Lexi smiled and hugged me, and together we got the tent up and slipped in a sleeping bag. Lexi hammered in another stake near the opening. I looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"You'll understand when you see what Carmen's done." Lexi said with a mischievous smile.

"Okay," I said , wondering what she was planning, "I think that does it then, should we see what's to eat."

We climbed back into the RV, and slid back against the cab as Carmen lead Michael out on leash. I had to do a double take, she had a training collar around his neck, and she held a chain connected to one of the d-rings. He was actually panting, and wanting to run out the door.

I looked at Alyssa with a raised brow, "He think's he's a dog," she said with a simpering grin, "he really needs to pee."

I pointed at her, "You did that?" I asked.

"Yeah," she nodded, "my telepathy can add some pretty extreme suggestions, much like hypnotic suggestions. I thought this will help to control him until we figure out what to do with him."

I scanned him, and while his moral curve showed the same changes I'd made, very different forms of activity were lighting up his emotions. Some very primal needs were his main focus; bodily functions, eating and sleeping.

"Seems to work well," I said 

I slid behind the table that had folded up from the floor. The driver's side wing wall was extended so the pathway along the middle of the cruiser was still clear. Three of us squeezed behind the table on one side, and Carmen brought two folding chair to set up in the aisle. We ate and enjoyed our meal, sharing some mundane thoughts.

As the meal ended, and Lexi helped Carmen clean up, Kelly leaned against me and closed her eyes. I thought back on how quickly things had changed. Alyssa curled her knees into her chest, and opened one of her books, (not one of the diaries, thankfully) settling against me as well. I sat and remembered our first morning in the house. How we'd all stood in a circle and I'd inventoried each one. 

Kelly rested her hand on my chest, wanting to feel my heart. She was the mother of my child, my new fiance. She had bloomed into her own powers, powers that we all felt. While I had a better understanding, and restraint in using my powers. She seemed more comfortable in experimenting with hers. Until last night when we'd been possessed while her power had paralyzed Lexi. Would she become hesitant to use it? She slowly turned the stone pendant in one hand watching it, while she thought. I let her have the privacy of her own thoughts, and shifted my attention to Alyssa.

She was reading, one of her normal psychology books, but with different flow of thoughts. She was trying to connect the supernatural things we had experienced with the popular theories of how the mind worked. I loved that she was always thinking. It was difficult to surprise her, and I found that strangely comforting. Her powers had also bloomed, and in many ways it bound us closer together. I realized that it was probably her telepathy that we'd felt in the hotel. While my own powers also played a role. Our powers combined made for an interesting web of intertwined thoughts. She nodded her head and looked up at me. 

"How can you do that?" I asked kissing the top of her head, "read and listen to me at the same time?"

"I'm finding it easier," she said, "but sometimes I wish I could turn it off, and let you have some privacy."

She turned towards me and kissed my lips softly, looking in my eyes, "You deserve to have your own thoughts, but it comforts me knowing how you're always thinking about us."

She turned back to her book, and my attention was shifted to Lexi. She stood in front of me and was washing down the table. Focusing on her task, made her happy. She really enjoyed that her labors helped her family. Learned from her time at her foster homes, the routine of service made her comfortable. When she finished, and folded the table away into the floor compartment, she knelt at my feet and laid her head on my thigh. I felt her relax, another comfort for her was just being near me, and near her sisters. 

She was becoming very alert to our thoughts, and was able to connect things, like with our dreams. How she found the silver briefcase was amazing, and how much it had helped us learn who we were. She was invaluable. Her takedown of Michael/Carl/Benjamin was surprisingly quick. She didn't boast about it, but felt it was something she needed to do for her family. Along the same lines as washing off the table where we had just eaten. Thinking of the meal had me move my attention to Carmen.

She had her back turned to us, which gave me a fantastic view of her round shapely ass. I flicked at my own thought to stay focused, which made Alyssa giggle beside me. Carmen was putting the last of the dishes away. Her service was special, not only sexually but she was an unspoken leader of our family, always keeping us on task. She had her plans, but she never forced her way. She'd go through me or Aly and take our advice. But once a plan was agreed on she made sure we all played our parts.

My family had become closer, despite some incredible discoveries. We were successful, mostly, because we all played a part and had a role. Carmen saw us all cuddling and slipped beside Lexi, her head on my other thigh, and closed her eyes. We all relaxed and took a collective breath. I was ready to move into the bedroom, but relented to one last piece of business to focus on before tomorrow came.

"We can't leave him thinking he's a dog," I said, "what do we do with him?"

"Well we don't need more than a few more things from him," Alyssa said, "The location of the bank and the compound on the map. After that I think we can do without him."

"I had a thought about what we should do about him," I said pulling out the page from the telephone directory for Missoula, "I think we can do something with him that will serve some justice."

The girls passed around the sheet as I continued, "I think I can mold him to be service minded. To be kind towards women. To serve at women's shelters doing menial work for room and board."

"Do you think that is safe?" Alyssa asked, "What if your adjustments don't hold."

"I think you and I can make such a change of mind permanent," I said, "It we set up his reward system to reinforce the adjustments."

She nodded thoughtfully, "Okay I see where you're going."

"He should be behind bars," Carmen said, "His kind are dangerous. He won't stop preying on women."

"We don't have a crime to charge him with, really" I said, "we sanitized the room, and I don't think we can convince a jury that Jenn was coerced. Even if we could, that trail might lead back to us. Additionally, even if he was convicted of a crime, more than likely he'd be back on the streets in a couple of years, only more angry."

"I still think putting him in a hole in the ground is too good for him," Carmen spat.

"I don't disagree, but I don't want his blood on my hands, either." I said, "this seems to serve a karmic balance, without entangling us further. As much as I hate that he basically abducted Jenn. We have done the same with him, and local law might be influenced by priesthood money. I think we change his mind, leave him to find his way with a different outlook."

"I agree with you Jeremiah," Alyssa said, "We can't become who they are, that doesn't break the cycle. We need to do something different."

Slowly the girls all nodded in agreement, and we formulated a plan. I sketched out a moral curve and Alyssa edited it with some remarks. Satisfied we filed the plans away and started to prepare the RV for sleep mode.

"Can he sleep outside as a dog for one night?" Carmen asked.

"Yeah, I think we can allow that, I certainly don't want him in here." I said as I pulled the curtains over the front windows.

I turned around and Carmen was ahead of me heading to the bedroom. Her sisters were already around the queen-sized bed in the back. I slipped in and we all looked at each other for a second.

"It's time to reconnect and recharge," Alyssa said, "We do that through talking, but I'm talked out... I want to touch you, all of you, and I want you to touch me."

All of us noded, though I worried it would be a tight fit on the smaller bed. Lexi and Carmen started undressing me, and then Kelly and Alyssa slipped out of their clothes. Kelly took off her pendant and hung it near the bed, then looked at all of us. She started glowing and the room brightened and warmed. I slid onto the bed as they shed what was left of their clothes.

We connected, and I lost track again. I opened my mind, and felt Alyssa slip into my thoughts. She opened her mind, then all of our thoughts tumbled together. Our warm bodies moving into each other. My cock was gripped, then licked, then sucked, perhaps by three different people. I touched a breast, then another of different shapes. My mouth kissing and gnawing on succulent flesh.

We made love to all of us, each of us touching and connecting. Kelly's power throbbed around us, keeping us aroused, and I found myself over her, looking into her brilliant blue eyes. Then a hand guided my cock and I felt my shaft cleave into her warm wet sheath. She exhaled with sweet sounds as I sunk my hips into hers, filling her completely. Two hands wrapped around my chest, playing with my nipples. A warm body pressed into my back, warm breasts pillowed along my spine, hard nipples pressing into my flesh. My body rode between the two warm bodies, and enjoyed the zen feeling it produced.

There was no urgency, we shared each other's passions and needs. Kelly slipped away and Carmen slid under me, I only lifted my hips as a hand reached and reinserted me. I rode her harder, rougher and she bucked up against me, I pushed her thighs back, holding her legs open, and she roared as an orgasm ripped through her. We all trembled at the feeling, then she slipped aside. 




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I slipped to the mattress and rolled over, then Lexi was over me. Her trim body crouched over my pelvis. Her hand gripped my turgid rod and slipped into her tight cunt. I felt her muscles ripple as she rolled her hips taking me deeply into her body. Then Alyssa was kissing me, her tongue tasted of Kelly. I reached to touch her jaw, and kiss her deeper, but instead I was holding the back of a blonde mane as she licked, nibbled and sucked my nipples. I was overwhelmed at the touches of my lovers.

My hips rolled and bucked upwards, as Lexi rode me, grinding me back down. I reached and pulled her down to my chest. She leaned and kissed Kelly as I wrapped my arms around her waist, and rolled my hips as my arms held her in one place. She groaned and whimpered as she neared her crest. Then threw her head back and screamed in delight as her orgasm ripped through her. 

I rolled over and gripped Alyssa and we rolled off the bed. I pushed her over so her thighs were pressed against the side. Then I entered her from the rear. She tossed her head and looked back at me as my hips slammed together. Then she turned and watched her three sisters entwined and watching. Her mouth opened wide as I fucked her harder than I ever had. I gripped her hips and pushed her against the bed. My hips hammered into her, in a fog of lust. 

She whipped her head around to watch me, her eyes ablaze in her own lust. Our three lovers watched, their hands and mouths engaged as I took Alyssa to the edge then rode her through her orgasm. She arched and froze, her hips shaking as her insides convulsed and I shot wad after wad into her convulsing womb. 

We stayed there as my head hung down and I panted for breath. I grabbed her, and we rolled back onto the bed, my arms holding her and keeping her close. Our entwined bodies were enveloped by our three lovers and we quieted. The warm glow of arousal from Kelly's power shimmered and she fed on our passions. Alyssa recycled that power through her telepathy and my own entanglements washed us all into a shared consciousness. We slowly fell asleep, and rested.

Past: Jenn

She was sprayed down with warm water, and left naked kneeling on the pedestal. Her hands still cuffed together behind her, though no longer raised in the hard strappado position, her ankles sore from the awkward position of kneeling. Her flesh was blushed a burnished red over her new tan complexion. Some marks from the whip were still visible. The big man returned and toweled the water from her off. Then with some motions the marks from the whip faded. The aches stayed. She slumped more, clearly exhausted. 

The big man wrapped a large leather collar around her neck, his hands roughly holding her chin up with his thumb as he buckled the stiff leather in place. He attached a lead to her collar, then unclipped her ankle cuffs, then her wrists. He tugged her collar and she bucked forward awkwardly. He caught her and helped her to her feet, otherwise she would have tripped and fallen onto the concrete floor. Once she got her weight under her, her guided her by a leash towards the back of the rundown building.

"That's what I am," Jenn told herself, "an animal, a dog, a fuck dog."

Her thoughts were slipping darker as her body slipped from the high of her orgasms, and the flooding of endorphin fueled pain relief. She ached. She swayed as the man drug her to the back, then opened up a door of steel bars set into a concrete block back wall. She felt his hand push on the back of her head, then push her through opening into the cage inside the wall. The room was warm, the concrete exposed the warmth of the sun during the day. She scrambled inside, then her head was tugged back. She had to twist her body around as the man tugged her head to the front of the cage, then disconnected her leash. The iron bars were slammed and locked into place.

She scrambled back into the far corner of the small cell. It was about half her height, and just long enough she could lay down flat if she kept her knees part way bent. She curled into a fetal position on the rough wool blanket on the floor. Her only piece of luxury was the old army blanket. The concrete on the floor was cooling and she made the blanket into a small folded slip. She felt the dark shadows, a heavy presence surrounded her. Their dark whispers invading her thoughts.

"More than I deserve," she said to herself, "I am lucky to have this scrap. I am nothing, nobody. Just three holes for men to use. They feed me so they can use me."

She wanted to cry, but her thoughts were too dark. She wanted to distance of the detachment she experienced when she was high on the pain they inflicted. In the absence of the pain, she felt numb, cold, and useless.

"You are a slut" the voices said, they clung to her in the bleak darkness of the hard cage of stone and metal.

"Cum guzzling whore," said another, "worthless cuntbag," another chimed in. The chorus grew and she believed every word. She curled into a tighter ball, and put her hands over her ears. That only made the voices laugh and sing out more curses and profanity. 

"I wanted this," she told herself, "I wanted to be used, I wanted their attentions, I wanted their cocks, their fists and their whips. I got everything I deserved."

She dropped further into depression on that cold night, feeling abandoned for the first time in her ordeal. The reality of her recruitment and corruption was her fault, she believed, and no one else's. The lies that the dark craven spirits sang in her ears left her nothing else to believe. She huddled in the darkness, and withdrew from the light. 

"It would expose me more, everyone would see" she thought, "I have to hide, I'm a creature of the night now."

Past: Jeremiah

I felt a tug on my arm, and look up sleepily into Alyssa's blue eyes, "Come on, Lover," she whispered leaning close and kissing me softly, "let them sleep, and you and I can take care of whathisname."

I slipped away, and closed the door to the room silently, peeking to see Carmen between Lexi and Kelly, holding them at her bosom. I turned around and saw Alyssa pulling on a pair of jeans, and opened my own cupboard to find a new set of clothes.

"What should we name him," I said with a soft whisper, "it seems he goes by so many."

"Let's keep that the same as he confessed to us," Alyssa said, pulling down a sweatshirt over her naked breasts. 

"So Benjamin," I said buttoning my jeans.

I was semi-erect, and needed to go pee. Alyssa smiled and took me by the hand. Together we went outside into the morning air. The ground was cold and slightly damp, and Benjamin was sleeping his head outside the tent. Alyssa looked at him, then pulled me around to the far side of the cruiser, then pushed her jeans down and squatted. I took the hint and pushed down my trousers. She started to piss about the same time I did. She watched as my stream hit the ground, and then giggled.

"It's steaming," she said watching the hot fluid turn to vapor.

"So is yours," I smiled shaking my cock and stuffing it back in my trousers. 

Alyssa stood up, and slipped her jeans up her thighs, "I guess we're both going commando," she said noticing I wasn't wearing underwear.

I nodded and smiled and we went around to talk with Benjamin. Alyssa concentrated and removed the suggestion that he was a dog. I shifted his moral curve the way we'd planned. He woke up quietly, rolling over and looking at us.

"Oh," he said softly, "Thanks for letting me use your tent for the night, and the ride."

"Where are you going today?" Alyssa asked while pushing another suggestion.

"I need to get into town, and look for a shelter," He said rising and neatly rolling the sleeping bag up.

"Oh?" Alyssa asked, "I know the address of a one, it's just a few miles away. Do you want a ride?"

"No, it's better if I walk", Benjamin said.

"Wait," Alyssa said as he turned towards the exit to the camp, "I wanted to know if you knew the directions to the bank in Pinebluff, can you look at our map?"

"Sure," said Benjamin, and then stood anxiously, like he was wasting time when he could be on his way.

Alyssa slipped back in and grabbed the road atlas, and put it on the picnic table outside. She pulled out a highlighter and gave it to Benjamin. He looked at the book, then flipped a few pages to where Pinebluff was, and ran his fingers along the highway. 

"It's right off the main road running through town," he said, marking the page, "You shouldn't have any trouble."

"How about the United Priesthood compound," I asked.

He looked at me strangely, "You're not going to take these girls there are you?" Benjamin asked a bit worried, "They don't belong there, they'd be safer at this shelter I'm going to, I can take them with me."

I looked at Alyssa with a raised brow, she smiled enigmatically, "scan him," she thought to me.

I scanned and perceived true worry in his thoughts. He was actually frightened for them, and that was a good sign. Alyssa and I traded some thoughts, then I sat down next to him.

"Thank you Benjamin, for thinking about them," I said, "I won't let any harm come to them, they will stay with me. I need to do something at the compound, can you show me where it is?"

With a blink, he nodded, marking the page again with the highlights, "It's just west of the main road, about a mile past the bank, then ride that road a few miles, it is a dead end at the gate."

"Is it guarded?" I asked.

He shook his head, "No, it's not. There aren't enough left to have good security."

"I need to talk to the leader," I said, can you draw a map of what you know of the compound.

Benjamin thought for a moment, then drew a series of squares, and a winding line that circled the squares. He explained where the leader, Deacon, lived. He also pointed out that women were usually held in one building.

"They have a set of cages," he said, looking at Alyssa and me, "like dog kennels. They keep the women there before they send them to their brothels. Please help anyone there to escape. Send them to a place they can get help. Like the shelter I need to find."

"We will Ben," I said, "thank you for helping us."

He nodded then looked around, "It's getting late, I need to go." 

We nodded and he rose up and started walking to the gate. His pace grew faster, until he was jogging by the time we lost sight of him. I looked at Alyssa and thought for a moment.

"Pretty strong suggestion," I said, "will it hold when you're not around."

"I don't know," Alyssa said, "your changes will help make his mission more permanent, but I don't know how long my suggestions will last. Probably need to experiment with that..."

"Okay, Focus!" I chuckled, "Bank first, then the compound."

"Right!" she said.

We slipped quietly back into the camper, but the girls were already up and moving. Carmen was up making a quick breakfast, passing out store-bought muffins and cutting up some fruit. Lexi brought me a cup of coffee, and I slid next to Kelly on one of the sofas. Carmen had brought in the wing, narrowing the aisle, while we were talking with Benjamin.

"How did everyone, sleep?" I asked, "Are you ready for today, it might be very challenging."

The girls all nodded somberly. I let them have their own thoughts, and studied their faces and bodies. Alyssa kept her mind to herself, and we all looked at each other, as we ate.

"I slept good, I feel rested," Lexi said, "What's the plan?"

"Well we got information from Benjamin about where the bank and compound are in Pinebluff," I started, "Pinebluff is about an hour away, and the bank should open in about an hour and a half. Our plan is to get to my father's safety deposit box, and whatever it holds. Then head to the compound to rescue Jenn."

"We might pause a bit," Alyssa allowed, "based on what's in the box, but I think we can get Jenn away from anyone if we all work together, unless there is something we don't know."

"That's a good question," Carmen asked, her eyes serious as she wanted to help her friend, "What don't we know?"

"That's unanswerable," Alyssa said, "But what I do know, from reading Kelly's grandmother's diaries and the financial papers from Jeremiah's father's estate, is that the Priesthood is very much weakened. The financial papers show an organization that went from thirty brothels twenty years ago, down to only five when Jeremiah's father was killed."

"That's a significant drop," I said, "I guess I had my father figured wrong, if he was able to reduce their influence that much."

"That's where Kelly's grandmother's journals fill the gaps," Alyssa added. "She recalls things from before she had a child, so her stories go back almost fifty years. We know when her power bloomed that she took down three of the powerful lines. The only one left was your grandfather, Zedekiah, Jeremiah. He was the one that kept things going, almost single handedly. After his death, the brothels decline really started to move."

"So what good does that do us?" I asked, "Betsy still thinks they have a body molder, and Jediah seems like a very dangerous man. We know nothing about this Deacon, who I assume is the leader of the cult."

"Yes," Alyssa added, "those are our concerns, but the angelic powers are mostly held in four different lines. We represent three of those, and Deborah thinks that the Samyaza line has ended at least at the Priesthood."

"What do you mean?" I asked, "You think there are others? Outside of the priesthood?"

"I can't discount it," Alyssa allowed, "but I also can't say for certain that other lines do exist. What I can say is that our powers are far more superior than theirs. They have no lines that can influence minds either through a power like yours or like my telepathy."

"If Deborah's notes are accurate," I added.

"True, if what she wrote was true," Alyssa admitted, "Given what we experienced, using her notes as a guide, I'd say she's at least seventy-five percent accurate."

"What are our weaknesses?" I asked, and looked around at the other girls. Kelly looked a bit frightened, but set her jaw. Lexi looked like she could chew nails, while Carmen's impassive look actually frightened me.

"We haven't worked much as a team," Alyssa said, "And we've never used our powers to combat other powers. We have one protective amulet, that can protect one person from any powers they might have. Since wearing it means our own power is nullified, I think we should have either Lexi or Carmen wear it."

"Give it to Carmen," Lexi said, "I can take care of myself."

"Let's get to the safety deposit box," I said, then we'll circle back to this.

Carmen started to head to the driver's seat and Lexi caught her arm, "You've been driving a lot," she said, "Can I give it a go?"

"You?" Carmen teased, "Can you touch the pedals?"

Lexi sprang up and swept her leg, and Carman fell laughing onto the opposite sofa, "I surrender, go drive!" then rolled onto her feet, and followed Lexi to the front.

They talked and Carmen pointed out some things, getting her familiar, while Kelly, Aly and I cleaned up the tent equipment and stowed it in the underneath compartments. Carmen had Lexi ease the coach to the refill station, and then we dumped tanks and replenished our water tanks. I paid our bill, and then Lexi headed south to the valley with Carmen in the co-pilot chair navigating.

"You should go in the bank alone," Alyssa said, "This tank will draw enough attention, we really don't want anyone to know that four young females are along on your ride. The more we can surprise them, the better."

I nodded, "I'll go in and get the contents, do we have a bag to put it in?"

Kelly went to her storage compartment and came back with a knapsack, "You guys didn't like me taking six bags," she smiled, "this is why I come prepared!"

We stopped talking for a bit, and the energy in the room felt a little nervous. I put my arms around both of them, and they leaned into me. We silently comforted them, and Alyssa let her mind free to sooth Kelly and my nerves. Before too long, Lexi made a left turn at a light, and pulled up alongside a curb and parked.

"The bank is back there, at the corner of the main street," Carmen said, "Parking back here won't draw as much attention."

I nodded and stepped out of the coach. Lexi and Carmen had slipped back, so that from the outside no one could see who was inside. Though innocuous would not be an adjective I would use to describe the huge bus parked on a side road of a small rural farming town. I just shook my head, and slung the knapsack over my shoulder, and shoved my hand in my pocket to grab my father's key.

The bank was small, two teller windows, and then a door. I went to the teller, and slid the key towards her. The older lady looked at the key, then up at me with an odd smile.

"George! someone has a safe deposit box key," she squalled behind her.

"Which one?" a man's voice asked coming nearer.

I showed her the number, and she nodded, "The one.. you know..."

The door opened beside the teller windows, "Oh that one," said the small unassuming man, "Come on back young fella."

He was small and well groomed, like you'd expect a banker. Choosing suspenders and bow tie, over a belt and necktie, even though he was rail thin. He was a bit older than middle age, and his hairline balding at his crown. I followed him up the hall to a smaller door, and he opened it to let me in. 

The room was small, a section of about a dozen smaller drawers were aligned in a four by three grid, then a section of eight larger boxes in two rows underneath. He put his key into one of the larger boxes. I checked the number, and it matched mine, and slid my key into the customer's side. He pulled out the box, and pushed it onto the counter along the other edge of the room.

"I'll let you be," he said, "if you empty it just leave the key in and I'll put it away after you've gone. There are some back payments on the box you'll need to settle before you leave with anything."

"That won't be a problem," I said and waited for him to leave.

Alone in the room I took a moment, and then lifted the lid. The first thing I saw was a hat, like I'd seen my uncle use for fishing. I lifted that, and there was a bronze plate, a bit worn and dusty. I picked it up and turned it over. Eleven stones were aligned on the face, and one of them glowed slightly at my touch. I'd seen this before, the drawing in Deborah's diary. I put the hat and the plate into the knapsack, then leafed through the rest of the papers. 

About twenty manilla folders were stacked neatly, some thin, some more substantial. The labels were of town names, some were familiar from road atlas maps of northern Nevada. I collected them and slipped them in the knapsack. I looked in the corners, and that was all the box contained. I flipped it over, making sure there was nothing taped to the bottom. Then placing it back right side up I exited the room.

I settled with the banker any remaining fees. I had to make a call to my uncle to make the bank draft, as they couldn't take my credit card, and I hadn't brought my checkbook. The wire fund process took longer than I would have hoped, but I wasn't in the bank more than a total of 15 minutes before I was walking back to the van.

"This yours," a young sandy haired teenage boy asked me, looking up at the behemoth. 

"Yep," I said as I pulled open the door, "Heading south to do some camping."

"Bitterroots?" He asked curiously.

"Yep," I said before disappearing inside, and closing the door. 

The girls were all on the driver's side couch, and I sat on the opposite side, and pulled up the side table. I pulled out the contents, and set them on the table top. The fishing hat looked like it had been used a lot, worn and faded from the sun. The brass plate clanged on the table, and Alyssa picked it up. A stone shone brightly, and I felt like a connection had been severed. She looked alarmed then let go of the plate. 




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"I guess I never realized how much I used my telepathy," she said, as she relaxed and our connection resumed. 

The rest of the girls showed some confusion, and Kelly leaned forward looking at the hole from the missing stone. 

"This was my grandmother's?" she asked, already knowing the answer. 

"Yes," Alyssa said, then recalling the drawing, "this is my line, Penemue, watch"

Again I felt the vacuum of her thoughts cut off as she touched the stone. The other girls also blinked strangely at the sudden silence. The stone she touched pulsed a deep red fed by her power, a golden web of lines danced under the surface as long as she touched it, then dimmed as she pulled her finger away.

"Tres weird," I heard her thought echo in my brain.

"This is Jeremiah's line, Yeqon," she said, and hesitated touching the deep Navy blue stone. She blinked and looked at me then pressed her finger to the stone. Her eyes watched me as she touched it, and I could hear her thoughts, but I couldn't read her curve or sense her emotions. She smiled and leaned to kiss me. Whenever I tried to scan her the golden lines would pulse brighter.

"Looks like what you changed stayed put," she said, still touching the stone, "because I still love you, and want you." 

She kissed me deeply to prove her point, then lifted her finger from the stone. In a flash I read what she meant, and it was only because her self-control was strong that we parted the kiss with a promise for more later.

"I loved how strongly you took me last night," she pushed at me with a smile then turned back to the bronze plate.

I smiled remembering how I had taken a more dominate position with her, edging more towards how Carmen enjoyed being handled. She smiled as she felt my thoughts. "Don't go crazy, but we can talk about this more later," she pushed to me. I nodded and had to adjust my trousers a bit.

"Then there were these," I said, pouring out the folders. The top few were labeled: Fernley, Lovelock, Winnemucca, Battle Mountain. 

"That's pretty much every major town along Interstate 80," Carmen said.

She picked up one, and the folder was filled with photos of young girls, and then more papers clipped to the photos. The papers included notes, and some sketches of curves in my father's hands. 

"This is a gold mine," Alyssa said as she poured over them, "We can use these, Jeremiah."

"This one dropped," Lexi said picking up a small folder, "Oh, it's for you Master."

It had my name labeled neatly, and the few pages inside were written in my father's hand. I took it and opened it up, reading the first page. It was dated a few days before my mother's death.

------

Jeremiah,

I'm being followed again. I don't know who they are, but they are on my tail. I'm driving to meet with your mother. If I can shake the tail, I hope to be able to convince her to let me talk with you. There is so much I need to tell you. 

I left you the second key to this safe deposit box the first time I wrote you. If you have gotten this, then you know I wasn't able to meet with your mother. Something must have happened.

I'm proud of you son, I know you'll graduate soon, and I hope I can be there. Your mother boasts about you whenever I am clear enough to give her a call. My work angers many people, and so I feel like I've been on the run for years. I'm tired.

You now have the record of what I've done. For all the things I did, I never regretted loving your mother. I only wish I was smart enough to have figured how to keep you safe and be the father you needed. I've managed to reverse much of what my father started, but even now, there is still work to do. 

Probably a pipe-dream to think you'd be interested in joining me. I'm sure you still think poorly of me. I hope I can see you soon, and we can talk about it. I don't want you to make the same mistakes I did.

I love you, son. I hope to see you soon.

Isaiah Jackson.

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I handed the paper to Alyssa and looked out the window. The young boy had found some friends, and they were all gawking at our cruiser. I slid into the driver's seat and started the engine. As much as I wanted to know more about my father, which was a change of heart for me, we needed to get to Jenn.

"Let's get this done," I said, and engaged the gear, heading off to the compound.

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Author's Note: Thank you for reading, commenting and voting. They are all encouraging as I tell this entangled tale. Do you think they're ready for what they'll find at the compound?

This chapter was edited by mgenette who continues to be a great encouragement. He volunteered to help from reading the story, and has been very responsive to my frequent updates. Any remaining errors are entirely mine.



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Author's Note: 

Thank you for continuing to read, vote and comment. I hope to enrich the main characters by showing their history through flashbacks and narratives. 

The main story thread follows along the Past story line, switching between Jeremiah's family of four beautiful women, and Jenn and her captors. The Distant Past stories give the context of what Jeremiah and company are up against, how the main characters families were already fighting the corruption of the Priesthood. The Present returns to the tale.

I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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Past: Jenn

The dawn brought some rays of light into the dark shadows of Jenn's cage. She had slept fitfully. Her body was exhausted, and she was hungry. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had a full meal. She did recall eating small snacks that she at in the car with Jediah. She smirked as she also remembered other snacks she'd coaxed from him with lips and tongue. 

That hunger had been sated when she'd first entered her dark hole. Her thoughts had darkened as the sprites teased her. As she slept, and her body recovered, the cursed tattoos that Samuel had branded her with began to itch. Her hands moved to scratch, and arousal bloomed. As she drifted along the edge between dream and awareness, her hands cupped her breasts, scratching at the stars. Her nipples hardened, and her fingers pulled as her arousal grew. Rubbing the flower at the top of her mound resulted in a deep hunger in her core, and her fingers soon found their way into her folds. The brand above her ass fed her need for pain.

As the sun came up she writhed on the floor of the cage. Her hips lifting and grinding onto her hand. Her free hand gripping and pulling her nipples roughly. Her back rolling as she tried to scratch the itch that only grew. By the time Samuel came to feed her breakfast, she needed more than the bowl of steamed oats he slipped between the bars.

"Let me out," she cooed, "I want to taste you, Big boy."

Samuel smiled as he remembered her mouth from the night before, "Finish your food slut, if you hurry you may have time."

She scooped up the gruel with her fingers, noisily slurping at the hot cereal. He mouth savoring the taste, her belly grumbling at how empty it was. Those were secondary to her growing carnal needs. She fantasized the hot gruel was shooting onto her face from that large man's cock. She wanted to suck that thick crown into her mouth and feed on his offering. She was soon licking the bowl clean, and wiping the stray blobs of gruel from her cheeks.

"I'm done," she said, tossing the bowl back through the bars, "Give me my treat."

Samuel unzipped and shoved his cock through the bars. She enveloped his meaty crown with her lips and purred at the hot mass in her mouth. She held herself up with one hand, while the other slid deeply into her cunt. Her hips rolling as she masturbated, her face pressed to the bars as she sucked the man's thick shaft. Her body shifting in the small cage.

"This is who I am," she echoed the dark thoughts that had screeched at her during the night, "A cum receptacle, a dirty cock sucking whore. I live for this, and revel in the feel of a cock in my mouth, cunt or ass."

She smiled a feral smile as her body responded to her own touch, and she craved a deeper touch, a smack on the ass, a hand at her throat. The cock through the bars lessened her hunger, but made her need grew.

"Will you fuck me?" she begged, "Please... Please fuck me."

"Turn around, slut," the man's deep voice commanded.

She wondered why she didn't think of that before, as she curled into a ball and reversed her body. Her lower legs slipping through the bars as she backed her ass against them. She felt the hot tube of his manhood slip along her thighs. Her hand lifted and guided the tip to her hungry opening. She groaned in feral need as she backed her ass up, filling her cunt with his girth. 

"Oh fuck, yesss..." she cried into the darkness in the rear of her jail, "Fuck me, use me."

His hand guided through the bars, and gripped her hips, his nails digging into her flesh.

"Oh god yes, do that, mark me..." she begged as her hips rolled.

He started thrusting into the cell. Her smooth round bum pressing through the bar balooned around the cold steel. His hard shaft slamming deep into her cunt. His size made her groan in deep need, stretching her and touching parts of her deeper than she'd felt before. Her brain fed on the arousal that coursed through her veins, she was getting the dose she needed. She worked her body, her inner muscles clamping and gripping as his thrusts grew harder. 

"Fill me, please.. fill my cunt.. fill my hole with your hot seed," she chanted, then lost herself in moans and screams as her body tripped into orgasm. His roar was muffled through the stone walls, and echoed past the bars. She pressed her hips back as she felt his cock pulse. The hot seed sending her into another quaking peak. 

"Now my ass, please." she said rolling her hips, "Someone, anyone fuck my ass."

A new laugh echoed behind her as she looked back and saw the big man's shadow move and a smaller shadow take her place. Her bottom suddenly felt a shock of pain, and she heard a smack of metal against her flesh. He's hit her with a small whippy shaft, and it stung hard. Which made her growl in pain, and then pant for more. 

"Yes, Daddy!" she cried looking behind her, "give me that, and fill your whore's ass with your cock!"

Jediah shook his head as she rolled her hips, her bottom rubbing against the bars. Her hands pulled her cheeks apart and her tight anus beckoned. He spat through the bars, then spat in his hand. Then pushed his spit slicked crown into the mess around her tight hole. He thrust hard, and she screamed at the sudden intrusion. She held still for a moment, then started to pull back from the bars, then push back against them. Jediah peppered her undulating ass with the little stick as she fucked his cock through the bars. She screamed at first, then her moans became deeper and needier. Then she couldn't help herself and she bucked against the bars, pleading for more. Orgasms bled together as her body crested.

"I am dirty slut," her thoughts echoed as she couldn't help feed her carnal needs, "a whore, I live to be filled, fucked, and hit. I am a fuck toy, a slave for men."

She cried out as lust overcame her body and she froze shaking against the bars of the cage. Jediah grunted as his balls tightened and he shot his hot load into her bowels. Then pulled out and pressed in a hard rubber plug in her gaping ass.

"She wears that all day," Jediah said to Samuel, "Wash her down again, and find some clothes. You know we'll catch hell if we march her across the compound naked. I want to get her in front of Deacon by noon."

Past: Jeremiah

I steered the big rig carefully back onto the main road, careful to watch for the curious boys that were gawking at our large RV. When we turned south, Lexi slipped into the co-pilot chair and helped guide me along the route that Benjamin had shown us.

"Carmen and Lexi should wear the stones," Alyssa said, "Lexi take Kelly's necklace, and Carmen take the plate, it needs to be touching your skin to block any attacks."

Carmen picked up the plate, and looked at it, "It has no chain," she complained.

The plate was about five inches by four inches, and didn't weigh much. She shrugged and slipped it inside one of the cups of her bra. She adjusted her breasts as she plate hung out of one side, and looked at Alyssa and Kelly.

"How about that?" Carmen asked.

"That will work," Alyssa said aloud, leaning to kiss her sister.

"I can't feel you in my head anymore," she said softly, "I miss it already."

"I'll have to communicate with Kelly," Alyssa said, "Kelly, I want you to take Lexi and Carmen and go here."

She pointed on the map where Benjamin said they kept girls imprisoned while on the compound. Kelly looked at the map over Alyssa's shoulder, noticing the gate and the other buildings. Carmen leaned over and also made herself familiar with the compound map.

"Jeremiah and I will go here," Alyssa pointed on the map, "This is where Deacon, the leader of the cult, lives."

"Okay," said Kelly, sounding a bit frightened, "What should I do?"

"You have to use your powers, Kel," Alyssa said, looking intensely at her eyes, "Don't hesitate, put anyone down, paralyze them and take them out. You have the power to do that, can you use it?"

"I'll try," Kelly said, and held Carmen's hand, "I'm glad I'll have Carmen and Lexi with me."

"There is no try, Kel," Alyssa said, leaning and kissing her softly, then more deeply, feeling Kelly's power swell under the arousal, then parting and adding breathlessly, "There is only do..."

I turned off the main road, and looked ahead. The road rose slightly, then entered through open gates to a collection of buildings and houses. Lexi swiveled her legs under her and knelt, gaining some height for a better view point.

"It's up ahead," I said, "Everyone ready?"

"Park there," Alyssa said pointing to a spot near an open clearing surrounded by houses and buildings, "That's nearest to the center and we can split up from there."

"I can hear you Alyssa," Kelly said letting Alyssa know that her telepathy was on.

I pulled the van to a halt, and Carmen sung the door open. I pocketed the keys, and slid out behind Alyssa, closing the door and locking it. I turned around and saw the four beautiful faces of the women I loved. I pulled them all close and hugged them.

"I love you all," I said, "Let's find Jenn and take care of her. Be careful, but kick some ass."

We split up. Carmen led Kelly towards the cinderblock building, with Lexi scanning the grounds tailing them both. Alyssa grabbed my hand and we jogged towards a large house at the apex of the clearing. It overlooked the compound. The area was quiet, not many people were around when we first parked. People started coming out from other houses, but our targets stayed quiet.

I went up the stairs first, the door opened and a woman, slightly older than Betsy, was at the door.

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice a bit dull and sounded automatic.

"We are here to see Deacon," Alyssa said and pushed her way past the lady.

I scanned the lady, and her curve was very different. Her emotions were repressed, and I felt another presence within her, like she wasn't alone with her thoughts. Her eyes got wide at Alyssa's intrusion and then tried to grab Alyssa and keep her away.

Alyssa pushed at the woman, and shoved her into a sofa in the sitting room. She paused and held her hand to her temple, "Upstairs, Jeremiah."

I turned and broke up the stairs uncertain what I would find. I scanned ahead and felt a mind, it felt oddly familiar. Alyssa was right behind me, and the woman had scrambled up and chased us both up the stairs. Her eyes dark as she frantically tried to stop us. I followed my scan to a room, that overlooked the common grounds. I pushed open the door and found a frail man in a hospital bed. Our bus was prominent in his view.

His eyes were barely open, and it felt like he was concentrating on something else. His moral curve was grotesque, and I hated feeling it, and sensing his emotions. He was a dark soul, but physically he was very sick. Alyssa screamed. She was yanked backwards away from me. I looked around and saw the lady had grabbed Alyssa by her hair and was tugging her away.

"Get away from me..." she said, "him! get away from him."

I looked at the frail man, and the furious woman, and suddenly I understood. The man, as frail as he was physically was mentally controlling the woman. He had her by puppet strings, and she did his bidding. In a fury at the confrontation, and appalled at his control and manipulation of the woman, I struck him - hard. My punch connected with his chin and his frail neck turned and then snapped grotesquely. His body stiffened then relaxed, and breathed no more.

The woman arched her back when I struck him, then heaved forward, eyes widening. Then she slumped forward to the floor. She released Alyssa's hair and then started crying.

"At last...," she said cryptically, "thank you, I'm finally free."

Alyssa looked at me, then her eyes grew wide, "Kelly!!"

Past: Kelly

Once we finished hugging Jeremiah and Alyssa, Carmen took the lead and I followed her to the low cinder-block building on the edge of the grassy clearing in the center of the compound. I saw some faces in the windows of some buildings as we passed, but they quickly hid themselves behind curtains. Carmen reached the door, and pulled it open, and I entered the darkened room. I felt Carmen and Lexi press against me from behind.

I felt the heat of what was happening, before I heard the sounds. The lust and sexual frenzy in the room was palpable, and it tasted bitter compared to anything I'd tasted before. It fed me though, and I felt my body warm and begin to glow. I inhaled deeply and focused my eyes on the scent. 

I felt Jenn's lust and unbridled need, and then I saw her. She was bent over on all fours, chained to a low table by a collar around her neck. The large man behind her was scrubbing her bare naked flesh. She was panting, looking back at him and begging with sexual need.

I felt my insides begin to liquefy at the unabated lust, and I must have moaned slightly. Carmen swept past me and tackled the man that was washing Jenn. Or at least she tried to, the man's bulk shuddered and he grabbed her, twisting her around with his arm around her neck. Her eyes were on mine, and widening, her mouth moved but I didn't hear her. It was like I was deafened by the intense sexual need that permeated the room.

I felt Lexi brush past me, her arm squeezing mine, and the feelings evaporated in a second. She looked at me.

"Do something!" she pleaded, "Paralyze him." 

Then she was pulled away from me, and I was back fighting the intense hunger of sexual frenzy. A small man had pulled her away from me, and she was trying to slip away, her legs kicking at his instep.

I felt a rush of anger, then pushed out with all of my power, focusing on the dark eyes of the two male captors. They stiffened as my aura bloomed, then they fell limp to the concrete floor. Carmen and Lexi fell tangled with them both. I stalked towards the man that had grabbed Carmen. My fangs drew from my jaw, and my claws lengthened. I inhaled and sucked in the sexual energy from the prone female on the pedestal. I feed deeply from the sexual energy that flowed from her. 

Her energy fed my blood lust, I lashed out with my claws and gutted the large man lying prone beneath me. Another female, darker flesh and not emitting any sexual energy scurried from my path. I ignored her, and focused my teeth and claws to rend his flesh from neck to groin. I breathed in the lust of the girl, and it fed me and bid me to continue. Then a small hand grabbed my shoulder.

The sudden vacuum of sexual energy felt like a cold splash of water. I blinked rapidly at it's absence and felt Lexi's hand on my shoulder. I wanted to rip her arm away, but she swiveled as I turned and kept her cold fingers on my shoulder. I felt my senses return, and I looked down at the bloody mass of the large man. Clearly dead. 

"Kelly," Lexi said, "Stop, we've got them."

"Did I do that?" I asked drawing back from the gore.

I looked around wildly and saw Carmen, tying the smaller man up with rope she had found. He was trussed up and breathing, but still paralyzed. My hate for him was palpable. I scanned and looked at Jenn, and then shrank back.

When we came in her flesh shone, her body was supple and full of energy. I remembered how she was begging for sexual attention from her captors. She was alive and vibrant. Now her cheeks were sunken in, and her ribs were showing through her flesh. Her body was visibly thinner as she gasped for breath on the pedestal.

"Oh Jenn," I cried, "Oh my god, what have I done!!?!?"

Lexi slipped behind me, her arm over my shoulder, her flesh touching mine. I felt the throb of the pendant's heat against my spine. She pulled me backwards, and turned me away from the two bodies, one clearly dead, and one a hollow shell. I cried into her shoulder, as I felt my senses return to normal.

"Shhh," Lexi said, "It's over Kel, it's over."

Past: Jeremiah

"Kelly!" Alyssa screamed at me, "Go help her, NOW!"

"Are you okay?" I asked, not willing to leave her alone in the strange house.

"Run, dammit, J!" she said, "I'll bring her along, we're right behind you."

She spoke the last of those words to my back, as I raced for the stairs and burst through the front door of the house. I sprinted across the grassy clearing, noticing that people had started to come out of their houses. I focused on the squat cinder-block building that Carmen was leading Kelly towards earlier. I burst through the doors and saw the bloody body and the hollow form of a girl on the pedestal.

I looked around wildly, looking for Kelly. I saw Carmen standing over a man, trussing him up tightly with rope. I reversed direction, turning wildly, and saw Lexi holding Kelly on the opposite wall. I rushed to Lexi and touched her.

"Is Kelly, okay?" I asked hoping she wasn't hurt badly. 

"Kelly is fine," Lexi said still comforting her sister, "It's Jenn, she's in bad shape, Kelly was ... I don't know how to describe it..."

Kelly pushed her hair back from her eyes, and looked up at me, "I was feeding on her, Jeremiah, I had no idea. I ..."

I looked back at the form on the pedestal, not recognizing it as a woman. I'd only glimpsed Jenn once before, and had no idea what she looked like. I approached the girl on the pedestal and glanced at the large dead man, that had been gutted with animal like claws. 

"He's beyond hope," I thought to myself, "Like the old man upstairs. We've killed two people today," I realized soberly. 

I reached out and scanned the girl who was breathing, but unable to move. Her moral graph was a shambles, it had morphed from a normal young female curve into something I didn't recognize, I had no idea where to start. First aid rushed back into my mind.

"Physical body first," I scolded myself, and sat beside the girl. 

She looked up at me gasping, looking like a fish trying to breath out of water. I carefully lifted her head, her flesh was cool to the touch. Her breasts enhanced to an almost grotesque size hung like deflated balloons from her chest. I stroked back her hair, and looked at her brown eyes. She locked her gaze on me, and mouthed words.

"Ffffaahhkkh maaah..." she groaned, and I couldn't understand what she said.

I scanned her curve again, and felt her sexual need. It sickened me at first, I was unable to reconcile here insatiable sexual need with her horrendous physical needs. I pushed at her curve, and adjusted it, shaping it into a more normal shape. It was rough work, almost a triage. It would take a lot more work to return her to normal.

She breathed, and relaxed against me, and I stroked her hair. Then she looked up at me again her eyes filled with a different need.

"Waaatah.." her lips dry and I understood. 

Carmen had stepped closer and handed me a glass she had filled from a hose that was lying on the ground. I realized the girl's flesh was wet, she was being cleaned, but like an animal. I swallowed the bile I felt at the thought. I carefully lifted the full cup to Jenn's lips and she drank slowly. Her eyes closed and she concentrated on breathing. Carmen refilled the cup, then wound up the hose and put it away. I combed through the girl's limp hair, wondering what to do next. Carmen scanned the front room, and saw the hallways the led to backrooms, she walked over to Lexi and Kelly.




The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 15



"Give Kelly the pendant," Carmen said to Lexi, "I need you to help me clear the back rooms, and find out if we're alone."

The front door opened, and she whipped around, ready to fight. Lexi pulled off the pendant and handed it to Kelly. Kelly gripped it firmly in her fist, unwilling to let it go. We all faced the bright doorway and the shapes there, tense with anticipation.

"It's me," came Alyssa's voice, "I brought Rebekah. That's your name, right?"

"Yes," said the quiet voice, "I am Rebekah, who are you?"

"I'm Alyssa," Aly said, looking at the woman with a glimmer of recognition, "We came to save Jenn."

I looked at Rebekah carefully, her voice was more warm, more human, than when we'd met her at the door to the house. The house with the dead man upstairs. The dead man that had mentally enslaved her for years. The man that I had killed.

"Is there anyone else?" I asked, I didn't need to add anything, she shook her head.

"No, those three were the only ones left here," she said pausing and hesitated to add, "with any powers. The others are in the field. The only ones left are human, not halfling."

"Why should we trust you," I asked.

"Well besides me hating all three of them," she said, "I think this is my daughter," she said hugging Alyssa then looking into her eyes, "but her name is Adaliah, not Alyssa."

"Adaliah," Alyssa said with a whisper, "I am Adaliah, Adaliah Penemue. I read that on my adoption papers. They changed my name to Alyssa Phillips." 

She looked at the older woman, and saw in her a mirror of her own brilliant blue eyes. Her own vision blurred as she hugged at her mother. All of us quieted as we watched. The older mother and the younger daughter embraced tightly. Then Rebekah scanned the room and saw me with Jenn resting on my thigh. She rushed over.

"This girl is in bad shape," she said, lifting her hair and looking in her eyes. 

She looked around, and evaluated us, her eyes sharp and clear. Her thoughts no longer deadened by the old man's possession. She looked at Kelly, still sitting shocked on the ground, horrified at what she had done.

"You there, the dear one with the blonde hair," she said coaxing at Kelly, "Come here, you need to help this one."

"That's Kelly," I said motioning to Kelly who looked back wide-eyed, "This is Jenn," I said stroking along her back, feeling her ribs through her thin flesh.

"Kelly," Alyssa said, "You need to let go of the stone, you need to revive her."

Kelly stood up and walked closer, turning her head to look at Alyssa, "I almost killed her," she said panic rising in her voice, "I ripped that poor man apart."

"That. 'poor man', had it coming," said Rebekah with acid in her voice, that softened seeing Kelly's fear, "Come here child, come kneel next to her."

All of us came closer, surrounding Jenn's frail form. She was curled on her side, her head on my lap. Her hair hung limply across a shoulder. Her body bare and naked. Carmen put a rough woolen blanket over her, and Lexi lightly touched her shoulder.

"Give the stone to Adaliah, dear," she said, then caught herself, "Alyssa, I'm sorry. Let her hold it for a moment."

Kelly hesitantly held out her hand, and Alyssa gripped the stone. Kelly pulled her hand back, holding onto the chain, then finally let it slip from her fingers. She froze, waiting for the beast to return. Then her eyes opened and she looked warmly at me. I pushed all my love to her, I pushed all the light I felt I could spare. She blinked and then nodded.

Past: Kelly

"I am a beast," my thoughts swam as the stone touched my flesh, "a killer. I am a demon and a craven spirit. I prey on people."

I fought these thoughts that surrounded me in the dark room. I was horrified at what I had done. The stone pulsed in my hand, trying to push away the voices. They were thick at first, the room felt like it swam with them. Lexi pressed her body to mine, pressing the stone into my back. I wilted and waited.

"No," I whispered, "Go away."

"I'm not going anywhere, Kel," Lexi said hugging me tightly.

"Not you," I said with a deep whisper, "Them.. leave us..."

The stone pulsed in my hand, I felt it's power bloom from it's core. The spirits had to obey, but they tarried as long as they could. The darkness swam. I felt Jeremiah's presence, but it was empty thanks to the stone. I clung to Lexi, her body warming me as I pushed the dark demons away from me.

The room lightened, and Alyssa was there, and another woman at her side. I didn't hear them, I was too overwhelmed by the dark voices cackling. They still thought they won. Alyssa's thoughts were also distant, but her presence and Jeremiah's soon had the room feeling warmer. The cold aura of the unconscious paralyzed man the only island of darkness. I breathed easier and looked up. 

Jenn was almost unrecognizable. Her body was different, and not just desiccated from my feeding on her life force. She'd been changed. Her breasts were larger, with tattoos of stars. Her backside was frail with another dark tattoo. She at first pleaded something at Jeremiah and she stared at her. 

"He'll fix her," I thought, "He'll make everything okay again."

Jenn suddenly relaxed, her body limp. It was almost soothing, apart for how horribly emaciated her body was. I felt horrible. I did this to her, I had come to save her, and I had destroyed her. How would she ever recover from the damage I had done.

Alyssa and the older woman were talking, then the woman went to Jenn's side. She evaluated her, then looked around, and focused on me. I hung my head.

"She knew that I did this," I thought to myself.

"Kelly," Alyssa said, "give me the stone."

"No!" I thought, "I will kill you, don't you understand that I'm a monster?!"

Reluctantly I held out the stone, but gripped the necklace. I was horrified, scared the beast inside me would return. I looked up at Alyssa and her warm blue eyes reassured me. I let go and froze, waiting for the feral need to feed to return. Nothing. I looked up at Jeremiah, and he smiled at me. His expression of love and care, melted into me. I looked at the woman, I didn't know her name. She beckoned me and I came and knelt at her side. Jeremiah touched me, held my shoulder.

"Breathe into her, child," the woman said, "breathe back the light. Everyone push out your light."

I took in a shallow breath, and then felt my power shimmy inside my core. I breathed out, focusing my love towards Jenn. I redirected what Jeremiah was pushing towards me, then felt Alyssa's thoughts return. Our connection filled me with light and love, and I breathed that out towards Jenn.

She inhaled, then her face started to brighten, her flesh began to swell and glow. She looked at me as her dim eyes focused and felt my power slip inside. I smiled as I felt this aspect of my power, and then pushed more. Her body blossomed, and filled out. It wasn't the same Jenn that I'd left behind at college. This was a sex-object, molded by the men lying prone around us. 

She smiled at me, "Kell," she whispered, "you are a beautiful angel."

I relaxed and pulled my energy back, letting it dwell inside me. I would use it as I needed, like I had since I first began to understand who I was. I wasn't a demon. I wasn't craven. I was an angel. I had a choice, and I would choose the light.

I looked up at Jeremiah, who looked down at me and kissed me, "He makes it so hard to control myself," I thought as I thrilled at his touch. 

I settled back, then stood up, "Okay, now what?"

Past: Alyssa

I slipped the pendant into my pocket as Kelly started to bloom. I wanted to feel her power. I was overwhelmed by what had happened since we had walked out of the cruiser. This woman at Jeremiah's feet was my mother. Jeremiah had killed an old helpless man with one punch. Kelly had apparently turned into a ravenous animal. Two men had died, and Jenn was ... I had never seen her before, but the creature whose head was on Jeremiah's lap hardly resembled human.

Kelly's aura warmed the room. The dark corners of the cinderblock tried to fight back, and I could feel their craven presence hovering out of range. I latched onto Jeremiah's and Kelly's thoughts when my powers returned. I pulled in the familiar warmth of Lexi and Carmen. Then I reached out and just touched my mother's thoughts. Just pushing lightly my love of my family, letting her feel that. I could see her posture straighten. Jenn's body pulsed then reanimated.

Kelly kissed Jeremiah, then rose, saying "Okay, now what?" 

"Now we get out of this building and put a torch to it," I said and pushed the thought to Lexi and Carmen.

They pulled the bound man out of the room, and I followed. Jeremiah carried Jenn's refreshed body out of the room followed by Kelly, then Rebekah. I was still reeling from that revelation, and though it was a shock, I knew it was also true. I remembered her eyes, especially after the dark presence released her when Jeremiah killed Deacon.

We gathered around in the middle of the grassy field. Our RV loomed on the edge, still there, still locked. Jenn was able to stand and then sit, naked under the woolen blanket Carmen had wrapped around her. We all sat, and soaked in the sun's rays. The trussed up man was still unconscious. He could wait. We were all safe, and we'd managed to not kill Jenn in the process. It was a good day.

Other women started to file from the houses. Their children ranging from babies in their mother's arms to young teenagers followed behind. They looked around curiously, but with a look at Rebekah they began to smile. They sat in groups around us, just wanting to be near I thought.

I looked at Rebekah, "Tell us what else you need." I offered, "We came here to help, we wanted to rescue our friend, but we want to help you."

"Dear child," she said, "come here," she spread her arms out and I fell into them, comforted by the arms of the mother I never knew I had.

I didn't realize I was crying until Jeremiah slid beside me and hugged me. Then Kelly was there, then Carmen and Lexi. We hugged as I felt at rest, like I was home. This place was strangely familiar, which seemed odd at first. Then I realized I lived here when I was a baby, until I was taken for my protection when I was four. My name changed, and I moved from house to house growing up. While my foster parents loved me as best they could. I was an orphan.

Now, I suddenly wasn't. I felt like my world shifted. Much like when Jeremiah fixed me and allowed me to fully love him as a man, as my lover. Something inside me fell into place. I lifted my tear streaked eyes and pressed a kiss to my mother's cheek. For some reason that set everyone off, and all of my family was crying.

Eventually we settled back, our emotions calmed. The sun warmed us, the sky was a brilliant blue. Jeremiah sat on one side of me, and my mother on the other. The families of the compound sat waiting patiently. My mother rose to her feet.

"Deacon is dead," she said flatly with no emotion, "So is Samuel. Jediah is restrained. We need to decide what to do with him."

"I'm pretty sure he's wanted for rape in Pullman," I offered, "We can induce him to turn himself in."

I scanned through the unconscious man's thoughts. It was a dark mess of anger and hatred. He'd need a dose of Jeremiah, and my own suggestions to get him to do that. But I think it was justice served, if not a bit of grace. For what he'd done to countless women, he should have been gutted like his friend.

"I'm sure it's not only in Pullman," Rebekah said with a frown, "but that might be the start, I think he deserves a life behind bars."

The other families nodded, and Rebekah asked, "Any opposed?"

She was met with silence.

"Where are the other men?" Jeremiah asked, "Were they the only three" 

I had counted the families, there were not a lot. Maybe six were represented, a total of twenty women and children. Jeremiah was right, there weren't a lot of men.

Two women stood up and looked darkly at the cinder block jail. They were attractive beyond their plain outfits, then they looked at Jeremiah. One began to speak.

"That one in there, he was our husband," she said nodding at her sister wife, and their collection of children, all girls, "We're better off without him, I reckon. So long as we have a garden and livestock, we can put food on the table."

Two more rose, their appearance was different, dark circles under their eyes. Their sleeves were pulled down to their wrists. The looked at the bound man and their eyes showed nothing but hate.

"If he's gone for good," one said linking arms with her sister wife, "we'll dance a jig. Just be sure he never returns. We can take care of ourselves, and our daughters."

The other two women had husbands, "They are off at work," one said, "They weren't like the others, they just wanted to live here. A simple life. They never liked the stories they heard. We stayed because we were afraid to leave."

"You said there were others?" I said, "In the field?"

"Nevada," my mother said, "roaming and fixing. Doing the work that Deacon sent them to do. They aren't that special, not like you three."

"We will go after them," Jeremiah said, "I want to finish my father's work."

"I'll help as best I can," Rebekah said, "Deacon had me doing the management of his damned work. We'll round 'em up."

"What will you do?" asked Lexi, "Do you want to stay here?"

"Nowhere else to go," Rebekah said quietly, "I want to stay here, I don't know anyplace else."

"I will help you," Jeremiah said, "we can help you with anything you need. I want to. I want to redeem my father's legacy. I need to make sure this never happens again."

"We'll talk then," Rebekah said, and looked around, "We need to eat, and bury the dead. We need to purge the evil from this place.

The families all nodded, and all of us got to work.

Present: Isaac

After eating breakfast with his family, Isaac headed into town for lunch with Beth. He needed to apologize to her for the previous night. Stacy's strange behavior had ticked Beth off, and by the end of the night she wanted little to do with Isaiah, even leaving earlier than he wished she would.

"Let's talk tomorrow, Zac," she had said as she left their house, "I can't think straight right now."

He wanted her to stay, but his brief talk with his father and Alyssa had filled him with second thoughts. It was better to give her the space she needed, than to push for his own way. Even if he did nothing wilfully to cause Stacy's preoccupation with kissing him. He agreed, though he was frustrated that the night had ended so abruptly.

His grandmother's story actually helped. He wasn't sure if he could control his powers the way his dad obviously could. He was willing to try to use them responsibly. He loved Beth, at least as much as an eighteen year old male could love someone. It was a mix of infatuation, and loyalty. First and foremost, Beth was his friend and confidant. He didn't want to lose that relationship, not over something as silly as meaningless and irritating kisses.

Isaac pulled up to the local coffee shop, and got out of his car. His father could have bought him any car he wanted, but it was Isaac's choice to earn money to buy his own first car. He bought a ten year old import economy car, and loved that he could tinker around with the engine. His father said that his grandfather was a mechanic. It made Isaac feel like he was honoring his grandfather's memory, as he had died years before Isaac was born. 

As quickly as those thoughts went through his brain, they vanished when he saw Beth sitting at a booth waiting for him. He smiled and slipped into the other side of the booth, and she slid over a cup of coffee.

"Mocha Latte," Beth said with a smile, "your regular."

"Thanks, Beth," Isaac said, "I love that you know what I like."

"I'm sorry I left in a huff last night," Beth said, smiling

She felt her attraction to Isaac grow as he came into the room. He was handsome, naturally. His manners and respect for her were unmatched. All those made him an attractive young man. But there was something else about him that struck a chord at a deeper, more primal level. She wanted him, craved him. Wanted him to touch her, kiss her... the thoughts could easily tumble out of control. She adored that he had no idea of his effect on her, or on other young women. Even her own mother, the few times she'd met Isaac had remarked how handsome he was.

"Stacy called me last night," Beth said, "later, after I had gone. She apologized, she didn't understand why she was so forceful."

"I'm glad she apologized," Zac said, then continued, "I need to as well, I should have said something to her sooner. I just didn't want to be rude and interrupt my father's party."

"I get it, Zac," Beth smiled and reached for his hand, "I just want you to know, I was jealous. I'm sorry that my jealousy made me angry at you."

"Beth," Zac said, "Thank you for telling me that. I just want to say, you are the only girl I'm interested in kissing. Or being kissed by."

She blushed and rubbed the back of his hand with her thumb. Then they started talking about other things. Their connection was more emotional and cerebral. They both wanted something more physical, but had agreed it was better to be the best of friends first. They were both a bit timid of getting too physical and ruining their friendship. 

That was before the previous night. Before Zac slipped and used his powers to push Stacy into kissing him. Before he understood the other facet of his powers, the one that made his physical attraction almost palpable. He had no idea that his incubus halfling side had a physical effect on Alyssa the previous night. His attraction to Beth, only made that power bloom the more they talked. It was that pull of attraction that induced Beth to lean over the table.

She kissed him, tentatively at first. Then at the touch of his lips and inhaling his scent. She kissed him deeper. She knew she loved him, and she mistook that emotional bond with the sudden influx of his pheromones. She now craved him, and as she drew back from that kiss, she looked at him.

"Can we go somewhere, just the two of us?" she asked with a blush, as she felt her body pulse with arousal.

"Are you sure," Zac asked, also trying to understand how wonderful she felt to him. 

The kiss feeding his other power, and making him crave more, he wanted to not force himself on Beth. If she chose of her own will to seek that next level of intimacy, he would go along with it. He reached out, trying to feel her thoughts. He felt her arousal, and that fed into his own arousal. He reasoned it was a natural response.

"Absolutely," Beth said, and bit her bottom lip.

Zac grabbed her hand, and together they got into his car. They headed out to the rural parts of town. The old roads where couples would make out in the moonlight. It was still a deserted stretch of land, and he pulled into the old Blueberry Hill, his was the only car on that day filled with sunshine. He got out a blanket from the trunk of his car, and they walked hand in hand towards a break in the bushes. 

By the time Zac had smoothed the blanket down, Beth was pressing into him. Kissing him deeply. They enjoyed kissing for a long time, then their hands started touching and petting each other. Then they found the buttons, zippers and snaps and shed their clothes. His mouth found one of her breasts, her hand dropped to his groin. They feasted on each other, and fed each other. Zac had no idea that his power was blooming in the sunlight. He was enjoying Beth's touch and her cries and pleas too much to worry. 

When they were finished, they lay naked on the blanket. A warm breeze cooling their overheated flesh. They hugged and enjoyed the afterglow, and kissed more as their bodies settled down. Then they dressed, and kissed again. Then the cycle started over, and they made love again, half dressed, then stripping to enjoy a third helping again naked under the sun. By the time they finally got dressed, the sun was sinking. Zac dropped her off at her car, six hours later. He would have to come up with a story to tell his father.




The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 15



As if he could lie to his father, or his mother, or Alyssa.

Past: Jeremiah

I gave Carmen the keys to the bus, and she and Lexi guided Jenn to the cruiser. Kelly said to find her clothes from her luggage. They appeared to be approximately the same size. Jenn's molded breasts were a cup or two larger. I could fix that later, they decided, she needed some rest first. 

Kelly and I turned to Rebekah, along with Alyssa. We needed to figure out how to take care of the two dead men. We did not want to draw attention to the bound man that was starting to wake up. Alyssa nodded towards him, and his head relaxed back to the grassy earth.

"He's so tired," she explained, "He'll be glad to sleep until we figure that out."

"Well," Rebekah said, "Deacon was very sick, I can call the hospice care, and tell them he passed away this morning. They won't ask any questions, they knew he was dying. They were surprised he lasted as long as he did."

"Was it because of you?" I asked, and she nodded.

"He was feeding from me," she said, "I felt the energy slowly ebb. I was a host for him for the last couple of years. He was too suspicious a man to allow anyone else near. Since he controlled me, he let his body have what he needed. For all the horrible things he's done, he was also very disciplined."

"What about ... " Kelly started, "That man in the cinderblock."

"I think if we burned that down, we can explain that he was lost in the fire" Rebekah said, " The locals put up with us, they aren't beholden to the Priesthood like they used to be. We haven't had the money to buy favor in a long while. I think they'll be glad that he's gone. But they can't see how he looks now, that will raise eyebrows."

Kelly looked ashen, "I lost control, I didn't mean to..."

Rebekah hugged Kelly close, "Dear girl, his end was much quicker than he deserved. Between him and that one," she said nodding towards the sleeping man, "they have tortured countless young women for hours at a time."

"That doesn't make it less disturbing for me," Kelly said, "I don't want to feel like that ever again."

"I can relate," I said, rubbing my knuckles that were sore from the single punch I had thrown, "I killed Deacon with a single punch. I can still hear the sound of his spine twisting. His last breath, the way his ..."

I trailed off as Alyssa hugged me, joined by Rebekah and Kelly. We all sat in the grass and had a moment of sadness. When we parted the ache of our own actions was less, but we'd continue to feel a bit shocked and saddened by our actions. It isn't an easy thing to take another person's life. 

"So we need to get a fire started in that hut," I said, "I'll go get Carmen she can help with that probably."

"Kelly," Alyssa said, "Come with me, you can help us in the house. I'm sure Rebekah would enjoy your company."

"I do have a call to make," Rebekah said, "The fire can be started after dark, let's get Deacon's body carted off first."

We parted and I headed to the van to find Carmen. I opened the door and heard noises coming from the backroom. I headed towards the back, and opened the door. I was shocked at what I found. I stood at the door and watched, captivated.

Jenn was on her back and Lexi was kneeling between her legs. Their legs were scissored and Lexi was grinding her pelvis into Jenn's bare cunt. Lexi was gripping Jenn's hip to pull herself tightly against her. Jenn was writhing her hips grinding back. Lexi was moaning, her small body rolling and I could feel her pushing towards her peak.

Carmen was at Jenn's side. Her hand was gripping a handful of the girl's hair. She was pushing Jenn's mouth and nose into her own cunt, grinding into her face. Her other hand was slapping at Jenn's overlarge breasts, smacking into the flesh making her flesh reddened from the blow.

"Oh gawd, More," Jenn was saying at the contact, "Harder, please.. oh fuck."

I felt myself get aroused at the frantic and lustful scene, the sexual energy was palpable even without Kelly near. I scanned the trio as my cock made my jeans tight. Lexi was enthralled, but normal, nothing external was influencing her. Carmen was the same way, seeking a physical outlet for the intense experience we'd gone through. Jenn was different. She was craving this, needing more. Her curve had shifted from my first adjustment. She was reverting to how Jediah had influenced her. 

Lexi came with a keening moan and kept grinding her cunt into Jenn's but her body soon slipped to the side. Jenn looked around, wanting more, and saw me standing there. I felt her eyes drop to my bulge, and then she looked into my eyes.

"Please, fuck me," she said, "My cunt, my ass.. where ever, just .. please I need it."

Carmen looked at me her eyes ablaze with lust, "Just keep licking, slut," she ordered Jenn and swatted her breast again, then gripping and squeezing the bulbous orb. 

Jenn turned to her belly, and her ass rose, waving at me, A black plug of rubber in her anus. My own feeling were raw from the events. The frantic lustful scene playing out made my cock pulse. The raw lust of the scene engaging the primal part of my brain. I pushed my trousers down, and willed my cock to full hardness. Crawling behind Jenn, I pushed my cock into her cunt, she was very tight from the plug in her ass. She groaned into Carmen's cunt as I filled her with my engorged shaft. 

Carmen slipped onto her back, her hands grabbing both sides of Jenn's head as she pulled her down into her rolling cunt. Lexi rose beside me and kissed me, feeling my own lust and I kissed her back. 

"Spank me," Jenn pleaded between laps of Carmen's quim, "I need it, spank my ass."

I looked down and saw the black tattoo branded into her flesh. It pulsed with a dark light. Her hips pushed back and she rolled her abdomen along with my thrusts. The black web of lines across the base of her spine seemed to boil with glowing lines as her cries increased.

"Please.. hit me... beat me..." Jenn wailed, "Fuck me, use me.."

I drew back and swatted her ass hard. Lexi reached down and spanked her other cheek, then grabbed the black plug and wriggled it inside Jenn's tight ass. Jenn grunted like an animal her cunt clenching at my driving cock. I gripped her ass, using my nails to grind into her flesh. She crooned and pushed back into my pounding thrusts. The star in the center of the tattoo glowed a deeper black as I inflicted bites of pain into her flesh. I spaced for a moment, and lost myself in the hard scene. Spanking and pulling at Jenn's flesh.

Lexi slipped on her back, and got under Jenn's rolling abdomen. Then used her hand to spank at Jenn's clitoris, swapping between a smack, then a lick of her tongue. I pulled out, feeling Lexi's mouth suck my flared head. I finished pulling the plug from Jenn's ass, then grabbed my shaft. Lexi spat onto the head and I pushed it into Jenn's gaping anus, then thrust savagely forward. 

Jenn grunted into Carmen's cunt, and Carmen tossed her head back. Her dark eyes watching me as I slammed deeper and deeper into Jenn's ass. Carmen's hips rose and ground her leaking cunt into Jenn's lapping tongue. I felt Lexi's fingers slide deep into Jenn's cunt, pressing into the underside of my shaft. The three of us used Jenn's hard supple body, and sparked her lust and need. Carmen's eyes locked into mine as she pushed Jenn's head down, and lifted her hips. Carmen came with a loud squawk and I felt her tremors transmit through Jenn's flesh trapped between us. 

As I savagely fucked Jenn's ass, she froze then trembled. I felt her cunt convulse around Lexi's probing fingers. I felt her cum jet into Lexi's face and splash into my thighs and balls. Her ass tightened around my cock, pushing me over the edge, and I rammed in deep. My cock pulsing as I jetted my load into her bowels. The room spun and I slipped to the side, lying on Carmen's thigh as I caught my breath.

"What the fuck?" I asked, "How did this happen."

Carmen chuckled, in the afterglow of bliss, "Jenn's an insatiable slut," she said.

"I am," she said quietly, "I need it, it's all that I'm good for. Please use me..."

Her words drifted off as she rolled to her side and looked at me. Her gaze shifting between my eyes, up at Carmen and then down to Lexi's. Her face was a mass of confusion, and also satisfaction. I scanned her, and saw that her curve had normalized, but was still different than my last adjustment. 

"You are our friend," I said carefully, "We don't want to use you. You are special to us."

Her curve buzzed as she tried to place my words, she had no logical place to connect that with her own needs, she looked more confused.

"I'm a slut now," she said, "I'm only good as a whore, a sex toy. Just fuck me again, or find me someone who will."

Her words didn't make any logical sense to me, and I looked at Carmen and Lexi. They also looked confused, at Jenn's words. To them it was just a physical and passionate outpouring of emotional state in the aftermath of our confrontation. They didn't identify their lust with who they really were. They were whole, Jenn was fractured. 

I tried to make out what I should do, observing her as I lay naked in the bed with three women. Jenn groaned, then started scratching at the black stars on her breasts. I saw her nipples harden. Her curse shifted then, as if it had a life of it's own. Curving to a need for more stimulation. Her other hand rubbed at the darkening flower above her cunt, and I scanned her to see what she was feeling. Her graph had shifted, her lust and need were rising on their own. I tried to counter, adjusting her as the tattoos influenced her, but it was like nailing jello to a wall. I'd push down in one place and another would bloom.

I looked at Carmen, feeling helpless, "I think we need to bind her, so she can't touch her tattoos."

Carmen nodded and slid out of the bed and into her closet looking for some restraints. 

"Did she have those before?" I asked Lexi.

"No Master," she said, "those are new. She is also different, when we ... well, at the dorm she wasn't nearly as aggressive."

Lexi slipped out of the bed, and pulled up her shorts. Carmen tossed her a cuff, and together they bound her spread eagle on the bed. Her body still rocked as the tattoos glowed darker. It was an obvious influence. I needed to talk to the survivor, and I needed Alyssa's help.

"I'm here," Alyssa said, coming in the door, "Kelly is helping in the house. She has on the stone. I could feel you three, what happened."

I nodded towards Jenn who was almost rabidly cursing, "fuck me, fuck this slut. use my holes, spank my ass, feed me..." she rambled incoherently in a constant stream of curses.

"I can't push her a change that is permanent," I explained, every time I do, it morphs. I think the tattoos are influencing her, and shifting her self-control and curve automatically."

Alyssa watched thoughtfully, then concentrated. Jenn's body slowed then she slept. Her body finally relaxing. Though periodic tremors coursed through her flesh as the tattoos flared.

"I think I can keep her asleep," Alyssa said, "I don't think we want Kelly to see her like this. I need to stay here. Can you go get the man, Jediah? Maybe I can get what we need from him."

"If he wakes up," I started, and Alyssa held up a hand stopping me mid-sentence

"He should be waking up now," she smiled. 

After we dressed, Carmen and Lexi trailed me as I walked to where the man started to move in the field. He was strong, and tested the constraining ropes, but Carmen's knots held. I walked up and scanned him, and again was disturbed by his moral graph. I grabbed his shoulders, and he looked up at me with fire in his eyes.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked, trying to struggle, "and who are these bitches?"

"I'm your worst nightmare," I said quietly, then nodded at Carmen. She untied his ankles and I lifted him up, "You've managed to capture one of my friends. What you've done to her doesn't have me thinking pleasant thoughts."

"Is that right?" Jediah scoffed, "I'm not crying any tears, you don't scare me."

I stopped and looked at him, and pushed at his curve as his eyes concentrated on me. Then he shrunk back, fear lighting his features. He tried to pull away from me, but I tugged at the leather collar Carmen had buckled around his neck, pulling him forward towards the cruiser.

By the time I shoved him inside, he was screaming in terror. It was like music to my ears.

Past: Isaiah and Sammie

Isaiah came into his apartment in a rush. Sammie came out of the kitchen at the sound of the door closing, and saw Isaiah hurry down the hallway. He usually always greeted her in the kitchen. She looked concerned. She turned off the burner then follow Isaiah down the hall.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

Isaiah was looking through old boxes, lifting out folders of papers, and fingering through them. He tossed one pile back down, then pulled out another, ruffling through the pages. His entire posture was frantic, and he looked up and saw Sammie's concern.

"Something has changed," he said, "I can't fix something, they've changed how they are molding them."

"Molding who?" Sammie asked, confused without more context.

"The Priesthood, they've made tattoos on the newer girls, They work against my adjustments." Isaiah explained, tossing down another bundle and picking up a different stack.

"Slow down," Sammie said, "We can figure this out, rushing in like a mad man won't help those women any faster."

Isaiah looked up at her, and she saw his frustration. She pulled him close and hugged him, and he relaxed. He put down the stack of papers and held her in his arms. Her thoughts comforted him. In the past ten years, they had become partners. He shared everything with her. She knew he visited the brothels to start the process. Changing the enslaved women to seek help, then continuing his work through a women's shelter.

Sammie pulled him back to the living room, and sat down, helping him to sit. She knew this was hard for him. Going to the cathouses was a temptation, for anyone, and Isaiah was worried that he could be influenced and his own weakness give into that temptation. His wild eyes and shifting gaze told her something had him spooked.

"Tell me what happened, Isaiah," she said slowly, "I promise to listen, just tell me what has you so frantic."

"I ... it was strange ... it wasn't my fault," Isaiah started.

"Honey," Sammie said, "what happened."

"I had sex with one," he said, his shoulders slumping, "I couldn't help myself, she was too strong, too aggressive and I am weak."

"Isaiah," Sammie said, letting his infidelity slide, one of the hazards of his work, "Thank you for telling me the truth, hiding that wouldn't be helpful. You are a strong man, tell me what was different this time."

"Well, it was going like normal," he stated, then seeing her concern and love felt secure enough to continue, "I talked with her, paid her fare, told her I just wanted company. She looked disappointed, and I felt her think she could change my mind. I adjusted her curve, and she relaxed. I talked about her memories. All the things I usually do, to help them rediscover themselves."

"Okay," Sammie said, "I understand, go on."

"Well, I noticed that if I stopped adjusting her, her curve would revert. She had a tattoo on one breast that seemed to grow darker. It was like it was affecting her. She drew closer and started kissing me."

Sammie nodded, and willed him to tell the whole story.

"I was still trying to figure out what was going on," Isaiah continued, "and she kept kissing me, I felt whispers in my mind. Dark voices, swimming in my thoughts. I kissed her back. She pulled off her top, and I saw the tattoo darken a shade. I had to taste it. Then one thing..."

Sammie felt his panic rise as he recalled the events, and squeezed his hands.

"The tattoo is Preisthood," he said, "It's something new, something they've added. Something that changes the women, enslaves them beyond just pushing them into the trade. By her curve, she seeks out the sex, and even more. It's disturbing."

"Okay," Sammie said, "I understand. What are you looking for? How can I help?"

"I was looking for the charts," Isaiah said, "The photos of the genealogy lines from the temple. I need to find someone to help me. I don't think I can work alone in this anymore. I think I need to see if Jeremiah's ready."

Sammie nodded, then smiled at Jeremiah's name. She soon frowned, and looked at Isaiah.

"Katie won't like that," she said, "I know I'm glad that we're visiting her. Our meetings fill up the hole in my soul. But she will protect Jeremiah. He is still so young."

"We need to meet her," Isaiah said, "It's too important, I'll convince her."

"Isaiah," Sammie said drawing back shocked, "You wouldn't..."

"No," Isaiah said, "I won't adjust her, I'll need to show her proof. That's why I need those photos."

"We left them in the box in the bank," Sammie said.

"Right!" Isaiah said, "Okay, we'll go get those, and I'll update the file for when ... and if ... Jeremiah ever discovers his power. Then we'll drive down to meet with Katie. She can help sort this out too."

"So we're leaving?" Sammie asked, and swallowed to keep herself from adding, "Again?"

"Yes," Isaiah nodded, "I'm sorry, but we need to move to a different town. I can't do any good here, until I figure out how to counter the tattoos."

By the next morning the pair was heading north towards Idaho. They would be in Pinebluff by the next day. If the timing worked out they'd be back in Oregon before Jeremiah's graduation in a few weeks. Sammie smiled, she looked forward to seeing Katie. Hopefully she'd be able to see Jeremiah, and marvel at what a handsome young man he'd become.

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Author's Note: Thank you for reading, commenting and voting. I hope you enjoyed this chapter of the story. 

Editing props go out to mgenette again, who helps me use the right words correctly. His help and encouragement have been invaluable. Any remaining errors are totally my fault.

I have a few more chapters planned for this story, need to see how Jenn can return to normal, and how the family of five finishes their vacation. A wedding is just around the corner. Hope you keep coming back and reading more.



The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 16



Author's Note:

Thank you for continuing to read, vote and comment. I hope to enrich the main characters by showing their history through flashbacks and narratives. 

The main story thread follows along the Past story line, switching between Jeremiah's family of four beautiful women, and Jenn in the aftermath of her rescue. The Present returns to the tale, and focuses on Isaac's awakening of his powers and its effects.

I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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Past: Jeremiah

Once I got Jediah into the RV, I dialed back on the terror. Alyssa was not amused, it is really hard to interrogate someone while they are terrorized. I didn't like the man, none of us did. Alyssa pushed a thought, and while I didn't like the thought, I made an adjustment. Jediah was wildly looking around, his emotions still on edge from my hasty adjustment. When his eyes finally found Alyssa, he didn't recognize her. I pushed another adjustment as he was trying to place her, making it seem she was a close friend.

"What are you doing here?" Jediah said, slipping closer to Alyssa, "That man is trouble, you need to be careful."

Alyssa smiled an indulgent smile, and asked, "I need some information from you, can you help me?"

"Anything," Jediah said, then searched for a name, a wave of concentration from Alyssa gave him his answer, "Mary... it's Mary right? It's been so long since I've seen you."

"Yes, I'm Mary," Alyssa said, "It has been so long, hasn't it. I see you have been busy," Alyssa nodded towards the back room.

Jenn was sleeping, her arms and legs bound spread-eagled, Lexi had crawled onto the bed beside her, and was watching over her protectively. She was naked, but she was relaxed. Carmen saw that Jediah was enjoying the view a bit too much, and walked back to cover her up. I decided to follow, and listen. Jediah kept looking back at me, still wary of my presence. 

"She needs to eat," Carmen said, after she tucked a blanket over Jenn, "She needs good food, maybe some chocolate. She also should have these restraints taken off, if she's asleep now. She needs to not feel captive."

"Why do you think that?" I asked Carmen, keeping my voice low to hear Alyssa's interrogating in the other room.

"Unbind her, Papi," Carmen said, "I'll make her something to eat, then I'll come tell you about it. Just hold her and hug her, you and Lexi. You know what to do Lex?"

Lexi nodded, and Carmen went back into the kitchen. Lexi and I removed all of Jenn's cuffs. Jenn curled onto her side, and I slipped beside her resting my back against the rear bulkhead. I pulled her up and let her head rest on my chest. Her hands felt my chest and shoulders, then she relaxed again. She stayed asleep, and I just held her snugly. Lexi slipped against me, and gently caressed Jenn with her hands outside of the blanket.

"So, what did you do to her?" Alyssa was asking, "She should work very well in my house, but I need to know what you've done."

Alyssa was obviously playing a part to get Jediah to talk more. I'd rather have his words come gasping between screams of pain, but Alyssa was an expert at getting people to open up. Jediah was more focused on her than on Jenn and I. Carmen's cooking kept me out of Jediah's line of sight, so he relaxed even more.

"Well, when we found her, she was already very sexualized," Jediah said almost clinically, "A very high sex drive, and very few inhibitions. So she'd work well in any cathouse. We've been training newer girls to be painsluts too. That was the work I did before we brought her here for the final adjustments."

"I see," Alyssa said, and her thoughts to me were filled with rage, but outwardly she was composed. "What were the final adjustments?"

"Samuel prettied her up, like he usually does," Jediah said, "You know how well his methods work for making sexy little whores. Then he added those tattoos. Have you seen them?"

"I have, they are well done," Alyssa said, "What's so special about them?"

"They are charmed," Jediah said almost nonchalantly, "They are tied into her sex and pain systems. The tit and cunt tats activate her sex drive, and the tramp stamp activates her pain response. Right now they are raw, and tender. Any stimulation of the tats will push her into seeking more arousal. That's why we keep them here for a few days. Once they heal they aren't as sensitive."

"I'm not sure they are at all necessary for my house," Alyssa said, playing the part of a cathouse madam, "I like all the rest you have done, can you remove the tattoos?"

"Samuel can do that," Jediah said, "I think. I'm not sure. Maybe we should go talk to him."

"In a little bit," Alyssa said, "I have some more questions about your outfit. If I like what I hear, I'm sure I will want a larger supply."

Carmen came back in and brought a cup of milk, some small squares of dark chocolate, some cheese and a small sandwich. Lexi softly spoke in her ear, and Jenn began to stir. Carmen combed her hair from her face, and carefully helped her wake up. I focused on Jenn, and let Alyssa's thoughts keep me updated. Her interrogations were mostly clarifying things, rather than seeking immediate answers.

"Don't let her touch the tattoos," Carmen said quietly to Lexi, "I don't want to her trip back into arousal. We need to treat her drop."

"Her drop?" I asked, looking at Carmen.

"Yes, Papi," Carmen nodded, handing Lexi a square of chocolate, "Give her a bit of this and a little milk, little one."

"Okay, what does that mean?" I asked again.

Satisfied that Lexi knew what to do, Carmen turned to me, "It's called sub-drop, it is somewhat like narcotic withdrawal. Listening to Senor Asshole brag about what he's done to her. She's got to be feeling a bit detached. He pushed her hard, and pain training can push her into sub-space. That's got to be handled with care."

"Okay, slow down," I said, "New terms and things I know nothing about."

"Okay, Papi," You know sex and arousal basically make our minds produce chemicals, right?"

I nodded, "Yeah, I read something about that once."

"Okay, well playing with pain and pleasure, that's like giving someone an overdose of those drugs," Carmen said, "Pain triggers the body's natural painkillers, and pleasure pushes more of the bliss feelings. A seasoned dominant can push those natural responses of the body to push a submissive into sub-space. They might feel like they're flying, feeling detached. They aren't feeling much pain, it's a natural high."

"Okay," I said, trying to process her words into Jenn's condition, "Then what is drop?"

"Well first, subspace can be a bit dangerous, since they enjoy the bliss and can't feel much if any pain, they can be seriously injured. A good dominant see's the signs of subspace, and starts to prepare the submissive for coming down from their feeling of bliss. They slow down their interactions, start bringing the submissive down for a cozy landing. These assholes threw her in a cage."

"Doesn't sound like you approve?" I questioned.

"Well, it's a shitty thing to do, and shows they don't care for the women they enslave. They want them hooked on that feeling. It also plays into an addictive cycle. Everyone loves the highs, but the lows can be self-destructive. When the submissive drops, they need to be looked after and shown love and care. It's important."

"So is that why she's ... insatiable?" I asked. 

"I don't know," Carmen admitted, "but I've seen submissives that come down hard from subspace crave that feeling again. I'm trying to treat what I can. You and Alyssa can see deeper, maybe with your special angel powers."

Carmen smirked at the last remark, causing me to chuckle. Lexi was making eye contact with Jenn. She smiled and offered Jenn some chocolate. I decided that Jenn was in good hands. Closing the door behind me to go back and deal with Jediah.

Past: Kelly

I was starting to feel normal again as I walked with Alyssa and Rebekah towards the large house on the edge of the grassy commons. I watched Jeremiah as he walked back and entered the bus. I didn't like wearing the necklace, it made me feel separate from him, and all the rest of my family. I also understood that I had lost control of my power earlier and it cost one man his life, and almost killed Jenn. 

"Who am I really?" I asked myself, "an angel or a demon."

I wished I'd have asked Alyssa more about how she understood things. I wanted to talk to my mother, and I wished my grandmother was alive. I needed to know more about who or what I was. I tagged along with Alyssa and her mother, as we entered the house.

"Is that really her mother?" I wondered to myself.

"So, .. um, Rebekah," I started tired of being alone in my thoughts, "How did you become Alyssa's mom?"

Alyssa chuckled, "I think you should know about how the birds and the bees work, Kel. Though it seems the morning sickness has gotten better."

"Ha!" I laughed at myself, and realized that I was feeling better. "Yeah, I do feel better. I wonder why?"

"If you mean," Rebekah interrupted gracefully, "How did I lose Alyssa to foster care, I can answer that."

"If you don't mind," I answered, "If the story isn't too painful to recount."

"To me sometimes, it feels like only yesterday," Rebekah said, we had reached the second floor, and she paused outside the door to a bedroom, "When my husband was arrested, the state took custody of all of our children. Mine and my sister wives. Two of my sisters were too young to have babies. The other two each had a baby girl. Alyssa was the oldest, about four years old."

I nodded, trying to put myself in her shoes. I knew that I loved my sisters as much as I loved Jeremiah. I wondered if she had the same attachment to her family.

"My husband was a halfling, I am just a human," she went on, content with talking in the hallway, "He was a good husband, he took the younger wives more to protect them, than to use them. The other men, still imprisoned, or dead, they were abusive. To the state though it was all abuse, and they were all guilty. The trials were easily won, once they changed venue to a different county."

"It must have been horrible to lose your family," I said, "I can't imagine being apart from my loves."

"Are all of you a family?" Rebekah asked, "All five? It's strange to have all of you so close in age."

"Well, we met a bit differently," Alyssa said, "It is a long story. What do we need to do here? I'm sorry to interrupt, but I think we need to take care of some business."

I was a bit shocked at how abrupt Alyssa was, but Rebekah nodded, "You're right, let me call the hospice. I don't think I'm quite ready to go back into that room."

She called the hospice and had a conversation. Alyssa was deep in her thoughts, like she often was when the five of us weren't in the same room. Her face clouded with some confusion, and kept flicking her eyes to look at me.

"What is it?" I asked, "is something wrong?"

"Nothing," Alyssa smiled at me, "I'm just keeping track of things, it's hard to be in two places at once. I'm sorry, I should stay present here."

"They'll be along in about an hour. They've called a hearse, and they'll pick up the body when they come, and take it to the mortuary," Rebekah said, hanging up the extension, "We can go talk more downstairs."

We followed her downstairs, and I was relieved. I really didn't want to see a dead body, not another one. She set us down on a sofa, and went to go retrieve a tray from the kitchen. Alyssa again looked distant, and fidgeted restlessly tuned into the trio in the RV. I was a little irritated, being disconnected by the pendant. I reached to pull it off.

"No, Kel," Alyssa said, "Net yet, I'm sorry. I need to go down and help with something. I'll send someone to get you when I'm ready. Can you please keep my mother company?"

"Ummm," I said, even more irritated, but I plastered a smile on my face, "Okay, Aly, if you think it's best."

"I'll be back as soon as I can," Alyssa said then turned to her mother, "I'll be back up in a few, I want to introduce you to Jeremiah. I need to take care of something in our camper."

"Okay," Rebekah said with a cloud of concern on her face, "Is everything alright?"

"It's fine, really," Alyssa said, excusing herself and leaving me alone with her mother.

"So..." I said, not really knowing where to start.

"You have a wonderful gift," Rebekah said, "Your ability saved that poor girl's life."

"Well," I said, feeling guilt rise up in my gut, "I was the one that almost killed her too."

She nodded and looked towards the ceilings, "Yes, I've heard stories. Deacon witnessed one of your kind, the story wasn't pleasant. As horrible as it was though, it served a greater good."

"What do you mean?" I asked, "I killed a man, and almost killed my friend. I don't see much good coming from anything I've done."

"I suppose it will take time to see the good that comes from this dark day," Rebekah said thoughtfully, "In the story Deacon related, the deaths of the other halflings by the last Baraqiel crippled the corruption in our community. It didn't end it, but it was the beginning of the end."

"I think she was my grandmother," I said, "Alyssa told me her story, how she killed three men here. It seemed to be an incredible story. Many of my grandmother's stories I thought were like fairy tales. I didn't believe they could be true."

I thought about my grandmother. She could be so loving in many things, but if she got angry her temper was legendary. She always ended up telling us a story to prove her point. Trying to scare us into obedience. I knew she loved me, and my mother. She tolerated my father, and when she died, she was ... tired. Tired of life.

"Much of what I've seen and experienced here is hard to believe," Rebekah said, also growing quiet. "I spent the last 15 years basically being a puppet to the man up there. He never touched me, physically. But his mind kept my body captive. I did his bidding, took care of his house, then took care of his physical health when he became sick."

"That must have been horrible," I said, "Did you have any privacy, could you do anything for yourself."

"He let me have my own thoughts," she said, "He had to, because I hated him for his control. But physically, I couldn't do anything to him. It became easier not to fight him. It is a bit of a vacuum now. Which is frustrating, I don't want to miss it, but I do."

I nodded, "I can understand that,"

I felt more isolated and alone with the pendant on. I needed to find control, and become stronger. I needed the link to Alyssa and Jeremiah. I needed to feel them even though they were only a short walk away. I touched the stone on my chest, then lifted it off, and tucked it into the pocket of my jeans.

Past: Alyssa

Interrogating this corrupt man was like plunging a toilet with a stopped up pipe. Each time I'd ask for something new, a new slice of horribleness would come out of his mouth. He had a distaste for women, of all kinds. He only had a wife to try and produce an heir, there was no love in that relationship. He recruited college freshman into a life of prostitution and drug addiction. He profited from the sale of females as sex objects. He raped women with regularity. He was a horrid man, and I couldn't wait to be free from him.

Unfortunately he had no idea how to fix Jenn. The only person he thought could help was, unbeknownst to him, dead in the cinder block building. The only good news is that the tattoos presently were new and raw, once they healed they wouldn't be so acute in stimulating their craven responses. Perhaps Jeremiah could condition Jenn to be able to resist the urges the tattoos initiated. 

"I think you need to sleep now," I said to Jediah.

Immediately his head slumped to his chest and he slid to his side on the sofa. His hands were still cuffed behind his back. I looked around and Jeremiah was just coming out of the back room. He look concerned but peaceful, we needed to talk. Almost at the same time I felt Kelly's mind link into mine. I welcomed her back, and suggested that she come back to the bus.

"Can you help me haul him off the bus, please," I implored Jeremiah. 

He nodded and we took him out the door and laid him on the gravel of the drive the cruiser was parked upon. Kelly was coming down from the house. Rebekah stayed at the door, waiting for the hospice care that would take care of Deacon's remains. I waited until Kelly got to us, then the three of us went back inside the cruiser, and sat on one of the sofas.

"How is Jenn?" asked Kelly.

"She's okay..." Jeremiah allowed, "the tattoos apparently are charmed to provoke arousal or something when touched. She can cycle into a needful state rather quickly."

Jeremiah looked a bit guilty, and I knew he, Carmen and Lexi had sex with her. Perhaps he felt that he'd violated her. Kelly had no idea of the threesome's actions as she was wearing the stone, while I had felt all of their emotions and feelings. I was still feeling the after effects of the arousal. I wanted to probe Jeremiah so there would be no secrets.

"You had sex with her," I reminded him, "Was it something you couldn't resist? Did it seem to have any supernatural pull to engage?"

"You what?" Kelly said, her eyes widening.

"Let me explain, Kel," Jeremiah said.

As he explained what he'd walked in on when we separated earlier, Carmen and Lexi came and joined us sitting on the opposite couch. They nodded as Jeremiah said they were just acting on the feelings of their aggression from our encounter. Jenn was an active participant, even initiating things by kissing Carmen. Carmen had reattached Jenn's restraints when they left her alone so that she would not hurt herself.

"It reminded me of when I caught you two having sex with her back in school," Carmen said, "I have a visceral attraction to that girl, and her responses to my kissing her just sort of grew. By the time Jeremiah was there we were all involved."

"Yeah," Lexi said, "It just sort of happened, I didn't feel any weird suggestions or impulses until after we stopped. Jenn just wanted to keep going, said she needed it."

"She's been mistreated," Carmen said, "Badly. We need to be careful, and at the same time we need to support her. She's in bad shape."

"Yes," I said, "I questioned that man, Jediah, that's tied up outside. He said the tattoos are permanent. The only person that could remove them, as far as he knows was Samuel. Samuel is apparently the dead guy in the workshop."

Kelly dropped her head at that, and I pulled her close. Jeremiah hugged her too.

"I didn't know what I was doing," Kelly said, "I became this ... animal. I felt fangs and claws grow, it all felt like it was part of me. That scares me, that side of my powers is frightening. I became a demon."

"You did change," Lexi said, "but we were all there, and we helped you. I didn't understand what had happened, but the stone helped control you. If we didn't have the stone, I'm not sure I could have stopped you."

"The stone!" Carmen said and felt around her waist, "Where did that plate go? I had it when we went into the shop, but I don't remember what happened to it."

She disappeared into the back room, and looked around the bed, where she and Lexi had stripped earlier. Then she came back in, and grabbed Lexi.

"Come on, Lex," Carmen said, "Help me retrace my steps."

"We'll all help you," Jeremiah said, "I think we all need to stay together now. I don't trust this place."

"What about Jenn?" Kelly asked, "She'll be alone."

"Dammit, that's right," Jeremiah said, "Okay, Kel you and Alyssa stay with Jenn, I'll go with Carmen and Lexi."

They filed out of the cruiser and I sat with Kelly. She was deep in thought, her friend was rescued, and she reached into her pocket. Her thoughts rambled as she touched the stone, and pulled it from her jeans. 




The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 16



"Maybe this can help Jenn?" she asked aloud, looking up to me, "I feel like I need to do something to help her. She seems so desperate, and so different than the fun friend I knew at school."

"We can try," I said.

I took her hand, and at contact, her thoughts returned. It's odd to describe the telepathic link I shared with each of them. We didn't communicate in words, but more feelings and emotions. I could send a suggestion, and I could feel a response. The absence of that connection with any of my family felt like an odd ringing in my brain. With other people, I had to push my telepathy, actively work at understanding their connection, or pushing a suggestion. With family though it was effortless. I began to understand how Rebekah had been controlled by Deacon.

Kelly and I walked on either side of Jenn. She was covered by a blanket and resting, but she was still naked. Her wrists and ankles spread wide making the shape of an X on the bed. Kelly leaned over and placed the necklace on Jenn's chest, then her hand drug across her friend's enlarged breast. The star tattoos darkened as she inadvertently touched it.

It was as if a match ignited, Jenn's nipple hardened rapidly. She took in a deep breath and moaned in arousal. Kelly looked shocked as her friend's eyes open and she tried to move her arms. The arousal from the touch sparked the other tattoo on her chest, which darkened as the nipple hardened. It felt like the room was suddenly warmer. Kelly feeling the arousal, and unprotected by the stone began to glow. She looked at her friend, and lowered her mouth and kissed her deeply. 

"Um, Kel," I started to say. 

But her powers were blossoming, and the arousal poured off of her and her friend in a wave. I was still feeling the arousal of the other three's encounter with Jenn. As much as I tried to fight it, I was compelled to reach out and touch Jenn's thigh. I licked my lips at the feel of her warm flesh, and moved my hand upwards.

Kelly's kiss deepened, and she started pulling her blouse off her chest. Giving into to the arousal that suddenly flooded the room. Jenn's body pulsed as she struggled in her restraints. My fingers ran lightly over her bare labia then traced the edge of the flower above her mound. The tattoo darkened and Jenn's hips rolled. I watched her labia engorged at the supernatural stimulation. Leaned over and kissed that dark flower and inhaled the scent of her arousal. 

Kelly was pushing off her jeans and panties. I tugged off my tee-shirt and stood up to push my jeans down. For a moment, I breathed the cool air just outside the aura of the pair on the bed. I had a moment to turn away, but I the arousal in my body was too much. I slid onto the bed, and unbuckled Jenn's ankles.

Kelly was kissing, licking and sucking on Jenn's rock hard nipples, her bare chest pushing against her friend's tan side. I lowered my mouth, my fingers spreading Jenn's labia and kissed the wet folds. I licked and sucked the succulent emissions flowing from her core. The small room began to fill with her moans.

"Oh yes," Jenn sighed " God your tongue, lick deeper. Kel, I want to feel you, uncuff me."

Kelly spread her arms and faced her friend, kissing her lips as her hands worked at the cuff's buckles. When Jenn's arms came free, she embraced Kelly fully. They kissed as their breasts mashed together. Kelly lifted her legs and straddled Jenn's prone body. I lifted my head and licked at Kelly's exposed cunt. Her taste was sweeter, and the glow she was putting off only intoxicated me more.

My sexual need grew, and I shifted up, and scissored one of my legs, under Jenn's thigh. I leaned forward and ground my own aroused cunt against Jenn's mound. My fingers digging into her hip to pull her closer, and ground my hips to crush our mounds together. Kelly ground her pelvis into Jenn's firm abdomen, her cunt slipping over her belly, running the ring Jeremiah had pierced her clit hood with against Jenn's belly piercing. 

I cupped my hand over Kelly's sex, "Lift your hips up, Kell," I moaned grinding into Jenn's active thrusts, "I want to lick you more."

Kelly pressed up on her thighs, and lifted her hips. My hand rubbing and helping her as I lowered my mouth to her sex. She moaned into Jenn's mouth as my tongue lapped between her fragrant folds. Then our bodies shifted and moved. I ground into Jenn and she humped up to add friction to our tribbing, driving my arousal sky high. I lapped at Kelly's open folds, sucking her juices, then licking up and circling her anus.

She moaned at the new sensation, and my tongue pressed into the tight ring. I spat and licked at her nether opening. My hand moved to rub that delicate ring over her clit. With my other hand I pressed a finger into Kelly's ass. My mouth moved freely from her anus to her lower labia, coating her flesh with my saliva and her own arousal. Her body rolled trying to get more. 

Jenn was panting, her moans keening as my hips ground harder. I pulled back and thrust, pounding my sex into hers. Our bodies folded into each other, with Jenn trapped between us. The sapphic movement of our flesh in that small bed only fueling the heated lust we felt. Kelly's aura bloomed and I felt my peak coming. I felt Jenn's thoughts invade my brain. I was overcome at how frantic her sexual need was, and sought only to fill it. 

I came as I felt a new connection to Jenn's mind form with our hive mind, my body shaking in response to my orgasm. My web of thoughts pushed out and Kelly started convulsing, flooding my mouth with her orgamic spending. I felt Jenn freeze up and then her spasming cunt was flooded by my hot fluids as our hips ground together to prolong the bliss we all felt. We all stiffened, then relaxed. Our bodies feeling like gelatin as we sprawled entwined together on the bad.

Past: Jeremiah 

Carmen led the way, hurrying back to the cinder block hut. Lexi and I followed belong, knowing the jeweled plate was something we didn't want to lose. We entered the dark room, and I searched for a light along the wall. Lexi slipped past me and helped Carmen look near the center pedestal where Jenn had been chained. I found a switch, and the room brightened. I watched as Carmen and Lexi looked around the table, avoiding the bloody mass of the dead man. 

Carmen got on her hands and knees, and finally, in the brighter light, saw the edge of the plate just under the shoulder of the dead man. She grabbed the edge and pulled it from under his bulk. She looked at me and waved the plate. I felt a sudden surge of lust, and looked at Lexi. She must have felt it too, because her body grew suddenly fluid as she looked at Carmen kneeling on the floor with the plate.

I didn't place where the wave of lust came from, then it felt normal. It felt more like it normally did, and I realized it was coming from Alyssa, and then supercharged by Kelly. I tried to shake my head to stay on task. Carmen looked confusedly at both of us. But Lexi leapt at her and the plate clattered to the ground. Lexi was kissing her deeply and pulling Carmen's top off. I opened my mouth to try to gain control walking towards the pair.

The closer I got to them, the more they deepened their kiss and more frantic their embrace. Carmen's face revealed that now she felt the telepathic waves emanating from the cruiser. She pulled off Lexi's top and lowered her mouth to the small redhead's perky breasts. I reached out to break up the pair. When I touched Lexi, I leaned forward. My hands gripped the back of her head, tugging a handful of her amber mane then kissed her deeply.

She responded by turning her torso towards me. Carmen shifted to Lexi's other breast, sucking deeply. Lexi stroked my thickening cock through my trousers and then unbuckled my belt. I parted the kiss and pushed down my trousers. Her mouth twisted and she reached her hand to my shaft, then hungrily sucked the head into her mouth. 

I gave into the passion and lust that had overwhelmed us. Fueled by Kelly's powers and flowing into us through Alyssa's links to our collective hive mind. We moved away from the gruesome dead body, and I tossed Lexi over the edge of the pedestal. My hands pressing her frame into the rough wood. Carmen shed the rest of her clothes and pulled up onto the pedestal opposite Lexi. Lexi tossed her head looking back at me as her thighs parted, her stance widening.

"FUCK ME, MASTER!" she pleaded her ass grinding back at me.

Carmen slapped Lexi across the face, make her head spin, as she looked at the dark eyes of her lover. I gripped her ass, holding her still, my cock poised at her entrance.

"You slut," Carmen said, "use your fucking manners."

Lexi turned her head back towards me, "Please, master, use me, fuck this one hard, please."

I thrust at her first, "please," which made the rest of her pleadings dissolve into a satisfied mumble. Carmen gripped her head, and dragged her open mouth between her spread legs.

"Better," Carmen spat, "Now eat my fucking cunt, fucktoy."

The whole interlude had turned hard and violent. I wasn't gentle in my thrusts, pounding into Lexi's small body that was bent over the wooden pedestal. I held her torso down, as my hips drove my thick shaft into her cunt. Her body ground into the platform, my weight pressing her tits into the rough wood. She growled at the hard fucking, and possessive use of her body.

Carmen had shifted, one hand gripping Lexi's red mane, holding her down as she ground her hips up into Lexi's open mouth. Carmen's back arched and she gripped a full breast with her other hand. I watched Carmen's face, her eyes lifting to mine, her passionate need painting her features.

"Save some of that cock for me, please Master," she panted, "I need to feel you slam into my cunt."

I grunted, and hammered harder. Slapping Lexi's ass she she pushed back to meet my thrusts. My hand pressing her down, holding her body trapped against the platform. Lexi was overwhelmed and tripped off into orgasm. Her small body seizing as her nerves overloaded. I pulled out and pushed Lexi to the side. 

Lexi rolled to the side and faced Carmen and I. Magnetically we moved together. I reached and grabbed Carmen's ankles and pulled. She lifted her ass from the platform and crabbed with her arms. I shifted my hands to her thighs and yanked her to the edge, then with a rotation of my hips, felt my hooded crown engage her well lubricated lips. I thrust deeply, groaning as I watched Carmen's eyes roll back into her sockets. 

I leaned forward and gripped both of her breasts, pushing her down into the table. She wrapped her ankles around my thighs, and held me to her as I fucked her hard. My hands clamping into her breast flesh, I used them like handles. Tugging at them, then pushing her into the rough wood. 

Lexi recovered and crawled back onto the platform, looking at me with lust glazed eyes as she faced me above Carmen's head. She rose up and lifted her knees, as Carmen lifted her arms. Lexi straddled Carmen's head and ground her cunt against Carmen's mouth. Carmen groaned as she tasted Lexi's spendings and bucked her hips up at my hard thrusts. 

I leaned forward, pulling one hand from Carmen's firm breast and reached behind Lexi's head. I gripped her mane of red and tugged her closer, then kissed her deeply. The three of us roiling in our maddened haze of lust and passion. We fucked hard our bodies gleaming with sweat in the tight space of the warming hut. Together we raced to our peaks, then exploded as we felt the seismic waves of the orgasms of the trio in the cruiser flow through our brains.

Crashing through into the bliss afterwards, I rolled beside Carmen. Together we leaned into Lexi between us and panted as we recovered from our frantic fucking. Our thoughts a cloud of confusion as we waited for our bodies to relax and our senses return.

Present: Beth

I couldn't take my mind off what happened after we'd left the coffee shop. I had gone to the coffee shop wanting an apology from Zac. However, I also intended to distance myself from him. We were getting close, and I had felt maybe too close. I'd turned 18 three months ago. I was graduating high in my class. I wanted to go to college. I didn't need the complications of a teenage romance.

Zac was incredibly handsome. His smile always lit up any room he was in. His character was even more attractive. I recognized I was jealous over Stacy's fawning over him. He and I had never had that much intimacy. I had reasoned in my mind that was another reason I should take a stand and remain friends.

Until I saw him smile. He seemed to glow as he walked into the coffee shop, and I slid his customary Mocha Java across the table to him. He was apologetic about the previous night. I barely heard much of his words. I tried to steel myself to go forward, to stay friends. I tried to talk about mundane things. But every time I looked at him I remembered Stacy kissing him. The jealousy I felt overwhelmed me.

"His lips are for me," I thought, "I need to find out if that is true. If they are truly mine."

I leaned over the table and kissed him there in the coffee shop. The effect of that kiss, in that moment was like nothing I'd ever felt. I knew about sex, though still a virgin. I knew how my body responded to arousal. I masturbated, not daily, but enough to know I enjoyed the feelings. The light touches, the teasing of fingers over my breasts and then lower. The weight in my core that grew until I had to find release. That kiss was like a thousand dark nights of me slipping a finger inside my pussy. It made me crave more. 

Now, I wondered, "what was different"?

I had driven home from the coffee shop, where Zac had dropped me off after Blueberry Hill, in a blissful daze. Even now hours later, I still felt light on my feet. It was different than the friendly love I knew I had for him. Our friendship had shifted in the last few hours. 

"Is it love?" I wondered, "Or just hormonal lust?"

Regardless, I couldn't go back to the affectionate love, now my love had a physical component. 

"Why was I aching to feel his touch again?" I wondered, "Am I addicted to him." 

That feeling scared me, and aroused me simultaneously. I looked at the phone, and then away. I looked at my alarm clock. Ten thirty. I could wait until morning. Tomorrow was Sunday, I'd sleep in late, then call him.

I dialed his number automatically, "Zac," I asked in a whisper, "Can I come over?"

"Beth?" Zac answered, "Ummm... yeah. You know how to come in the sideway?"

"Uh huh," I answered, "Behind the garage, turn left, your room is on the right."

"Yeah," Zac said, then paused, "Ummm... how long?"

"I need to wait until my parents are asleep," I schemed, "then I'll be over... an hour? I hope less. I want to kiss you more."

I could feel him smile, even through the phone, "Just kiss?"

"And other things..." I drifted off, and imagined his fingers were mine as I lightly brushed over my nipples, as soft moan escaping my lips.

"Mmm.. I like the way you sound when you moan," he said, catching me, "I'm already hard thinking about you."

We talked more, teased more. Quietly, into the phone. His words working like a physical touch. He directed me, told me where to touch. What he would do. My fingers obeyed his bidding, and then were plunging into my pussy. My back arched as he talked me through what he would be doing to me. I came with a shudder, a quiet gasp into the phone. 

"Hurry Beth," he said, "I want to do all that for real."

I clicked my cell phone off. I flipped the camera on, and took my picture. Just my breasts with my nipples still achingly hard down to where my hand covered my mound. I sent that to him with a text.

"Thank you, lover," it read.

I looked at my clock. Eleven fifteen. I could sneak out safely in fifteen minutes. But if I was really quiet, I could make my escape now. I grabbed my car keys, and slipped from my room. The halls were dark, as I crept along the floor. I remembered where the one squeaky floorboard was and avoided it. Taking the long way to the door in the laundry room that didn't squeal like the one in the kitchen.

When I started my car, and the radio dials glowed the deep blue. The numbers read 11:25. The blue hue reminding me of Isaac's eyes. I drove off quietly. I wondered how it would feel to wake up with his flesh against mine. Could we sleep and make love at dawn?

Past: Alyssa

In the lull of arousal, I tried to rearrange my thoughts. The bliss of the Kelly's afterglow felt like a warm blanket as I snuggled with my two lovers. I could easily sink back into the throes of passion, the taste of the climax of Jeremiah's threesome was like a bite of good dark chocolate. I shook my head slowly, rising from Jenn's breast.

"Focus," I sent to my family, and rose to get dressed.

"What?" Jenn asked, looking at me.

I hadn't said anything aloud, and I looked back at her with confusion, then shock, then understanding.

"We need to focus," I said, "We need to get you away from here, and take care of you."

"Who are you?" she asked softly.

"She's Alyssa," Kelly said kissing Jenn's cheek. "She's our sister."

Kelly slipped up and started dressing too, resignedly putting on the pendant that had fallen to the side of the bed. 

"I guess this doesn't work with the tattoos," she said, but smiled, "I'm glad we found you Jenn."

Jenn blinked, as she felt the absence of Kelly's aura get sucked out of the room. I also felt a pang of withdrawal as her mind drew away. I didn't know the answer to how we could stay focused. I'd need Jeremiah's help.

"On our way," I felt him echo.

Jenn struggled, her thoughts now linked with mine were a jumble. Her arousal was almost a constant pang of need. It almost throbbed to feel it, and I wanted to distance myself from her. I also wanted to care for this new sister. I didn't understand exactly how she had been assimilated into our web of thoughts. I didn't understand how the five of us did at first either. I did a mental role call, and with the exception of Kelly everyone reported in.

I felt Lexi and Carmen's thoughts welcome Jenn. This seemed to have a soothing effect on her thoughts, although her flesh was still aroused, her nipples looked achingly hard. I pushed a thought, then laughed at myself.

"Let's find her some clothes, Kelly," I said aloud, with a smile, "When you feel you're strong enough, you need to take that pendant off, I miss you when you wear it."

"Okay, Aly," she said.

Jenn sat up in the bed, and for the first time almost looked normal. Jeremiah, Lexi and Carmen entered in the front and headed towards us. Kelly was searching through her drawers.

"I'm not sure I have any bras that will fit," she said.

"Jeremiah," I said aloud, while sending a thought, "We need to adjust some things. We all need a bit more self-control. Jenn's body can also be shaped to be more.. her?"

Jeremiah nodded, and then I felt him scan and adjust each of the girls starting with Kelly. I couldn't sense their moral curves, but I could feel how delicate his adjustments were. It felt like a surgeon doing a small suture. I felt myself feel more normal, less tempted by Jenn's naked presence.

Jenn's posture returned as he reached into her mind again. In the aftermath of Kelly's aura, her tattoos seemed to be less fresh, more healed. That was a good sign. She slipped to the edge of the bed under her own power. 

"Can someone explain to me why I feel you in my brain," she asked, holding her head, "I don't know what any of this means."

Jeremiah knelt and looked into her eyes, his features softened as he felt along her curve. She looked at him, as he made more adjustments to her curve. He smiled as he performed her surgery, he was relieved his changes were working.




The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 16



"We are special," he said, "I'm Jeremiah, and this is Alyssa. You know Kelly. We are special and can do special things."

She nodded, and I pushed more thoughts and feelings towards her to help her understand. Jeremiah pulled her to standing. The four of us surrounded her, I slipped back, letting Carmen and Lexi get closer.

"Can I help you return to your real shape, Jenn," Jeremiah asked, "I want you to be yourself, not what they have changed you into."

Jenn looked confused, then worried. I pushed more comfort and I felt a flood of the same from the other girls. Jenn smiled shyly, finally coming to and understanding. 

"Okay," she said, "These boobs are horrible on my back, but please don't put back the cellulite."

Her smile lit up the room. Jeremiah was careful and tender with his touches. She accepted the changes with a few tremors of arousal. His self-control adjustments helped us all to focus. Jenn grimaced as her breasts shrank to her normal cup size. Carmen and Lexi helped Jeremiah to mold them and improve their appearance. The tattoos there darkened and her nipples engorged.

"mmmnnfff," Jenn complained, at the uncomfortable arousal. "too much, that's good, please."

Jeremiah backed off and just made minor adjustments. Her shape changing from a pure sexual object to a beautiful young woman. Her appearance less private dancer and more more ingenue. Kelly carefully pulled off her pendant, and concentrated on Jenn. She projected her glow, and her body seemed to heal. The tattoos faded from the angry black to a more subdued color. Jenn was able to relax.

"I can't make the tattoos go away," Jeremiah said, "I think we can help you to control yourself. But they'll always be a bit sensitive."

"Well," Jenn said with a smile, accepting Kelly's offer of a bra, "I kind of like them. They can be hidden under clothes. I like the way they look when I'm naked."

Satisfied, Jeremiah nodded at me. We both walked towards the front, and the four girls stayed behind and helped Jenn get dressed. With Jeremiah's adjustment to Kelly's self control she was able to keep her influence in check. As we walked to the front, Jeremiah pulled me to a seat.

"How did we add her?" he asked.

"I don't know," I said, "It just happened. I don't fault you for earlier, I fell under the spell pretty easily. Together though, with her inside with us, we can fight the influence together."

Jeremiah nodded, in deep thought, "I can't keep adding more women," he said with some resignation, "I feel for Jenn now like I do any of you. Connected, entangled. I hardly know her though."

"You hardly knew Kelly, Lexi and Carmen too," I reminded him, "We'll figure this out."

We were interrupted by the sound of cars coming up the drive. We looked out the side windows and saw a large Hearse drive up to the main house. The four girls joined us, and we all went out to help Rebekah in anyway we could.

Past: Rebekah

Being alone in one's mind is fairly liberating, I must admit. It is hard to describe the number of manipulations that I had suffered being under the influence of Deacon's evil mind for so long. This day had started out so drearily normal. Giving Deacon the sustenance he needed so he could continue to dominate my mind and body. A chore I wish I could have sabotaged a million times, but he was always present and if I tried to poison him... 

For a man that had declined so drastically in his physical form, his evil machinations seemed to grow more corrupt. I could never escape his presence, and if I did disobey, he treated my body like a toy. I couldn't fight it. He would make me call one of the normal men, have them come over. They would rape me. Though to be fair to them, it must have seemed consensual. I didn't know if Deacon could feel what I felt. I did hear him laughing inside my head as my suitors had their way with me. 

I was an unwilling participant, and Deacon knew that. His mental control over me made me act like a starving sexpot, something he learned how to emulate watching all the girls in the whorehouses when he was younger, no doubt. The worst was when he'd make me call Jediah. The man was a maniac, a sadist, and inherently evil.

The appearance of the two young people at my door had truly frightened me, and Deacon's response in trying to keep them away from his physical form by taking over my body was terrorizing. The feel of release when the young man snapped Deacon's frail neck was like a breath of fresh air.

Now I was alone with this beautiful young girl. A friend of my daughters, how did that ever come to be? Carrying the young man, Jeremiah's, child. She was curious, of course. Who wouldn't be, I'd been around people with special powers all my life. So many of them used them to control other people. To manipulate and corrupt, to destroy. These three seemed to be so opposite. It made my heart swell.

Then she took off that necklace, and put it in her pocket. She seemed to glow, and I felt...

Pleasure?

Arousal?

Need?

Feelings so foreign and ancient that I thought I must be going crazy.

She smiled at me, seemingly unaware of the effect she had on my physical presence. In all of my time on this earth, I'd never felt so good in my own skin. I smiled back and decided to not mention the difference I felt. I was glad to have her company. She faded into a deep thought, then looked up at me.

"I need to get back to the cruiser," she said, "Please excuse me, Rebekah."

"Of course, dear," I'd said and walked her back to the door.

She left and I waited on the porch. I was of two minds: I didn't want to go back inside, and I didn't want to be far away from that bewitching girl.

As she entered the bus, Miriam, one of the way's members approached me. She was the mother to two of the older daughters, teenagers almost old enough to marry. They would be busy with their chores. She slid beside me, and looked over at the bus.

"A beautiful girl," she remarked, then turned to me, "Can I help you, Rebekah?"

"I do need to clean up for the hospice folk," I said, and together we went upstairs.

The ruckus of the morning had turned over tables, and there were still signs of struggle. Miriam helped me to put things straight. To every appearance it looked as if Deacon had slipped to the next plane in his sleep. I felt almost guilty at the joy I felt with that. With the task done, Miriam and I went back down stairs.

The feeling of bliss that I felt when the blonde girl removed her necklace seemed to return as we sat on the sofa. The air seemed a bit warmer, and the lights brighter. I felt the same oddly different arousal I had felt earlier. That arousal only grew, to the point where I felt a need. My nipple grew erect under my blouse, and my thighs felt moist. I felt shocked at the palpable arousal I felt.

I looked at Miriam, and she too had a shocked look on her face. Her large bosom had already stretched her blouse to the point the buttons strained. Now her nipples had engorged where I could see their outlines. Breathlessly I reached out and she shivered at my light touch. Then she turned to me, and pressed her torso into my palm. I gasped feeling a pulse of arousal as the room seemed to shimmer in a glowing aura.

Miriam leaned closer, and then we were kissing. We'd both been indoctrinated that pleasures were meant for a marriage bed, but that thought fled at the feel of her soft lips against mine. I kissed her back and cupped her breasts. Her tongue snaked along my lips and my mouth opened. I only wanted to prolong the feeling of bliss. 

I needed to feel her flesh, I worked at the strained buttons of her blouse, getting four unbuttoned before ripping the remaining three from her blouse. She had mirrored my motions, without a word being said. She pushed my blouse away, then pulling me close unsnapped my bra. I tugged at hers, and suddenly we were topless. Our shirts and bras were tossed aside and I leaned into her, kissing. She reclined under me, and our breasts pressed as I kissed her deeply.

The thrill of the passion I felt rushed through my nerves. The room seemed thick with it, as I pushed my hand down her torso and under her skirts. I wormed my hand under her undergarment, and then was cupping her full mound covered with fine silky hair. She moaned into my mouth as my fingers pressed into her flesh.

I groaned at the feeling of moisture as I my fingers wormed between her folds. Her own hand was cupping and lifting my breasts. I parted the kiss and her mouth enveloped a nipple. It felt so divine to have her lips and tongue caress that nub with love. My hip ground into her thigh through our skirts. Had I been in my right mind, I would've blushed at my wanton acts. As it was, I rutted into my friends body. She rolled her hips and I felt my finger delve into her womb. I wanted more, and I lifted from her with my eyes lidded from the lust coursing through my veins.

She looked up at me, troubled, like I would leave her in such a state. She smiled though when I pushed down my skirts and stood before her naked as the day I was born. My body was firm, I was a hard worker. My breasts, though not large, were still well shaped, for a woman nearly sixty. Miriam giggled lightly as she also scrambled to peel away her skirt and toss her undergarment away.

Miriam was pleasantly round, her figure very womanly, curvy to my more stick like form. She reclined back against the sofa, and I knelt at her feet. I lifted her large breasts, her nipples pink with wide areolas. I filled my mouth with one peach shaped orb and she groaned and combed her fingers through my hair. I loved the taste of her flesh and her response only egged me on.

I kissed my way down her warm abdomen, my hands sliding along her thighs and opening her legs as I kissed the top of her downy mound. Her hair was fine, and her labia were deliciously pink. Something that I would never have found arousing only a few minutes before had me now panting with desire. I kissed her full lips and licked her damp flesh. She slid forward, along the edge of the sofa granting me full access to her sex.

I loved the strange taste on my tongue and licked along the edges. I sucked in her lips and slid my tongue up between them as I sucked. Then I found the top and she gripped my head in her hand and rolled her hips. I lapped at the firm bud hidden there in the soft down curls. One of my hands found it's way to my own sex, and I explored with my fingertips. I found the right spots and I moaned into Miriam's open and randy sex. My other hand slid up and petted at her lips worming into her folds.

"Oh yes, please.. push a finger in there..." Miriam coaxed as I lapped at her clit.

I pushed deeper and found her opening, it was slick with her arousal. I pressed deeper and felt her tight flesh surround my finger. I huffed in a deep exhale as my own finger penetrated my own entrance. I'd never felt such divine pleasure, I was drunk on her scent and taste. She groaned and encouraged me on with her hand. Her other hand was clutching at her breast, tugging at her nipple. 

I felt a peak coming and I drove us both towards it. My mouth and fingers driving her to the edge. Her scent and taste driving my own fingers to edge me closer. Then she shrieked and I joined her. My mouth suddenly lapping at her spendings, and my finger deep in my own clutching vagina. We relaxed after the crest, and I rose up to kiss her. My face glazed with her spendings.

She smiled and kissed me, then kissed and licked at her own juices, cleaning me like she were a kitten. I leaned into her warm body. My body felt alive. My mind felt free! I was abuzz with new sensations. It was a new day.

The glow and warmth faded, but our bliss in our new embrace faded slower. I knew there was something more to do, and with much resignation rose and started dressing. As clarity returned to my mind, I remembered.

"The hospice will be here shortly," I said, "can you stay to help?"

"Of course, Rebekah," Miriam said with a smile, finding where she'd tossed her clothes, "I am at your beck and call. Anything you need."

I looked at her with a broad smile, "I think I may need more of that, later tonight."

Miriam blushed and nodded, "I was hoping you'd say that."

Present: Kelly

It was after midnight when I felt it. 

The five of us had already had our nightly lovemaking. It was one of the softer romantic explorations that left us all feeling blissful, content and satisfied. It was always a wonderful way to fall asleep. I was happy to help provide that feeling in the ones that I loved.

This was different. It felt raw, and unformed. It was primal, and at first it scared me.

I retraced the day. Isaac had left after breakfast, and had spent the day with Beth. The rest of us had our own time, for a weekend that meant different things.

Lexi had taken Jeremiah out to rock climb. Which usually meant she climbed, and Jeremiah helped with the ropes and kept his eye on safety. He was an easy person to be with, and he was trustworthy on belay.

Carmen had her weekly shopping. Although we had staff to do most of the things, her gift was caring for us domestically. She was fiercely protective of that, though she had softened and delegated some of the shopping to Leah, Naomi's nanny. 

Alyssa and I took Naomi to the zoo. The five year old loved the animals, and though the drive to Portland was long, Naomi asked question most of the way there but slept most of the way back. We got back as the sun was going down, for the summer time it was almost 10 o'clock. Leah took Naomi for her nightly bath, and settled her off to sleep.

Nothing out of the norm, but I felt an echo of my power and it was expanding. I wasn't doing anything, I'd long ago learned fine control of my effect. I did remember how, when I was younger, I didn't have control. I was usually lost in my own world exploring the wonders of how my effect treated the ones I was with. I didn't realize how far my power could expand. It hit me about then.

"Oh Zac..." I thought quietly, "I hope you are careful."

His power though was strong, and it even affected me. My nipples went rigid and I felt the molten heat in my core. I rolled over to kiss Jeremiah softly, slipping over his body and straddling him. Though asleep the powerful aura from across the house had him fully erect. I groaned selfishly as I grabbed his root and rolled my hips sinking onto him. 

"Um," Jeremiah whispered, "Can't get enough of me?"

His smile always warmed my soul as I rolled my hips, gently riding his cock.

"Your son," I said, "I think he has a visitor."

Jeremiah arched under me, his hips lifting to drive deeper inside me. I groaned as he hit that spot deep inside. I responded by gripping his shaft with my inner muscles and rolling my hips. 

"That's not you?" he said, awake enough now to feel the effect of the different aura seeping into our room.

I looked around and saw our three loves shift but stay sleeping. They were having marvelous dreams, probably. Then I pushed my own powers out, to envelop Jeremiah and I. His cock throbbed and I almost moaned loudly, I had to bite my lip to keep from making too much noise.

"No, that was you," he said, his stroke becoming longer, holding my hips as we parted then ground back together.

"Beth?" he asked, and I nodded, then looked at him.

"Just fuck me, J." I said, and pushed any thought of what our son was doing from my mind.

Jeremiah took the hint and we rode to ecstasy in our own private bubble, and then relaxed in the web of bliss that came after. He fell asleep still deep in me, and I soon followed. 

Author's Note:

Thank you for reading, commenting and voting. I hope you enjoyed this chapter of the story. 

Editing props go out to mgenette again, who helps me use the right words correctly. His help and encouragement have been invaluable. Any remaining errors are totally my fault.

Life had caught up to me, and my writing time has become a bit limited. I have the outline of the final chapter and hope to have it out sometime next week. After that, I'll entertain the possibility of a Part 3 - things that happen in threes seem more whole. I'd love to hear your thoughts, are you interested in more of the storY?

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, thanks for reading!



The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 17



Author's Note

Thank you for continuing to read, vote and comment. The focus of the story is shifting. The Distant Past has faded into the mists of time. The main story takes place in the Past and explores the addition of Jenn to the family. The Present story line follows our familiar family and their oldest child, Isaac as he discovers his powers.

I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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Past: Jeremiah

The six of us filed out of the RV. That was a number I'd have to get used to, the sudden addition of Jenn into our joined psyches was a surprise. The four other girls seemed to accept her willingly, and it seemed that Jenn and I were the only ones taken aback. I was pleased that my four lovers were eager to help Jenn adjust to our shared thoughts. They were always encouraging her in the odd way our minds merged.

Jenn was actually moving and acting like a normal girl. She'd been through the ringer the last few days. Truly, her world changed when she was first exposed to Kelly, Lexi and Carmen before I had fixed them at the hotel. The rush of our own life changes had left her behind. She was left with a hyper-charged libido and was trying to figure out what that meant for herself. That made her easy prey for predators like Benjamin and Jediah. I was glad we could help her. Like Alyssa said, "we'd figure it out," it seemed we always did.

Outside of the camper I almost tripped over Jediah. He was sound asleep on the ground. Alyssa looked at me, and with a nod of her head, Kelly led Lexi, Carmen and Jenn towards the house. Jediah started to wake up, and looked up to see me. I was tired of seeing his face. The last time I wanted to see it was on the six o'clock news in a mug shot. He shrank back from my grim visage.

"You are a worm." I said, and with Alyssa's help he repeated it back.

"I am a worthless worm," he agreed.

"You are a rapist, aren't you?" I questioned, as I adjusted his curve. His mind shifted as I addressed different aspects, and my modifications changed his moral curve. 

"I am," he said, suddenly chastened, "I raped many women."

He face showed the struggled with his new morals, he was filled with shame and remorse. He almost couldn't stand to breath. I could make that happen, I realized. It wouldn't take much, and a person could just stop taking breaths. I drew back from that edge, a quick end would be too easy for this monster. Alyssa pushed a thought to me, and I nodded.

"You need do the right thing, turn yourself in," I suggested.

His face brightened, "Yes, that would be the right thing to do," he agreed.

"Walk to Pullman, go to the police station," I commanded. 

Adjusting his curve to how his mind responded, and buttressing his will power to make him able to carry it out. Simultaneously, Alyssa push a strong suggestion willing him to do the same thing. His face softened, and then his jaw set.

"I need to report myself to the Pullman police," Jediah said, "confess to my crimes, not just the last woman, but all of them. I'll start walking now and I'll won't stop until I have confessed."

I waited monitoring his thoughts, his curve, his will-power. The changes were locked in, and I could tell he would do exactly that. I pushed some more things around, removing any memory of us or Jenn, the compound and the Priesthood. The holes might show up in police interrogation. I figured the ordeal of a 250 mile hike through the mountains might be a traumatic enough experience the police wouldn't press to find out more.

When I was done he looked at me, his eyes dull and without any recognition. Alyssa freed his hands, and he rubbed where the rope had chafed his skin. He wore a simple suit, that was wrinkled and stained. His shoes were fairly sturdy, I thought they might make most of his hike.

"Excuse me," he said, "Can you point me to where to go to get to Pullman, Washington?"

I laid out the directions, taking him through the long winding highway through the bitterroot range. Alyssa came out and gave him a bag of food, granola bars, fruit. It might last him a day or two. If he hiked continuously, he might get there in a week. Or he might get eaten by a bear. I no longer cared.

He set out, turning his back to us and walked out of the compound at a fairly brisk pace. I was glad to have him out of our care. Alyssa pulled up beside me, and hugged me. It was a hard thing to do, pushing around his craven mind. Her hug comforted me, centered me. We turned and walked hand in hand to the big house.

Rebekah was at the door of the house along with another woman from the compound. She introduced us to her as Miriam. They both looked much happier than when I last saw them during our ad hoc meeting in the meadow. I was a bit on edge then, so I didn't fully trust my own recollections. While they outwardly showed the proper remorse as the hospice people wheeled out a gurney and the bodybag, I could tell they both were feeling a sense of relief.

After the hearse left, Miriam whispered into Rebekah's ear. Rebekah held her hand and led her to me. I could feel they were both nervous about asking me a question. Kelly and Alyssa were standing nearby and they joined our little circle. Carmen was talking to Jenn and Lexi further down the porch. 

"Excuse me, Jeremiah," Rebekah asked, "Miriam noticed you talking to Jediah a bit ago, then saw his walk off. Are you letting him go free?"

"Well," I offered, "Not exactly. He's come to the understanding that he needs to confess to the police about a rape he committed a few days ago in Pullman, Washington."

"He's going to walk to Pullman?" Miriam asked suddenly, surprised at the outlandish statement.

"Yes," I said, " He won't stop until he gets there, I expect it will take him a few days."

"That's over two hundred miles," Rebekah said, "He won't make it by himself."

"That's possible," I said, "but the only thing that will stop him is death. He feels he must do this. He'll refuse any ride, or any assistance."

"You did this?" Rebekah asked, her eyes showing her trying to connect a few things, "You have that kind of power?"

I nodded, "My father, Isaiah, passed it on to me. He said he got it from my grandfather. I never knew my grandfather."

"Isaiah..." Rebekah repeated, ... Miriam, who in the lineages had a boy named Isaiah, "it rings a bell."

"We should go look," Miriam said, "With all the men gone, we need to torch that place and burn what it contains, cleanse what it represents," then she looked back at me, "Are you sure Jediah won't be back?"

"I'm positive," I said.

She lowered her head and I could see her lips move then she looked up and smiled at me, "Then I guess I'm free, finally. He was my husband, and I was worried for my daughters. He was telling me they wouldn't be married. He said he needed them for the houses. We're all free of him. That's a blessing to us young man."

I didn't know what to say, "Well, I'm glad your happy. I don't think being with a man like that for a husband was a very happy life."

"No, but it wasn't horrible," she continued, "He was often gone, and me and girls got along fine without him. The days he came back from trips were the worst."

Alyssa interrupted, "Did you say we could check the lineages?"

Miriam nodded, "Yes, the lines are recorded on plates in the ward's meeting room's cellar."

"The ward?" Kelly asked, "The building over there is the meeting room?"

"Yes," Miriam said, "I'll show you where they are."

Miriam led all of us across the grassy commons to the lower built cinder block building. I had no idea what a ward was, but Kelly seemed to know. The knowledge that the building where Jenn was jailed also was a ward seemed to anger her.

"What's a ward?" I asked quietly.

"It's a small congregation in the Mormon church," she replied, "This compound would probably be referred to as a ward if they were part of a larger community. A stake might have several wards. It's how they call a collection of people in the faith. If that building is where the ward meets, what they were doing in there is unholy, a sacrilege."

My stomach turned inside me. I didn't know or practice much religion, but what I did know from attending church with my mother is that a meeting house was someplace special. It should be respected and venerated. Not used to indoctrinate young females into sex slavery. I could feel the bile in the back of my throat the more I thought about it.

Miriam opened the door and saw the bloody mess that used to be Samuel. She drew back from the sight, and buried her head into Rebekah's shoulder. Rebekah hugged her friend. I went inside, and looked around, the light I had found was still lit. Kelly came in tentatively looking away from the horrible sight. She looked closer at the rest of the room and took in a deep breath.

We all finally looked at the room differently. Near the pedestal that Jenn had been bound too was a strong wooden table. It had religious carvings along the side. It was centered in a room that had marks where rows of benches could be lined up. The benches were stacked neatly along the walls. Dark curtains had lined the back wall behind the table, and drawing the curtains opened revealed a painting of a river, a baptism scene. 

I think all of us drew back at the revelation of what this building truly was. We killed people here, in this place of worship. It felt like a hard punch in the gut. Carmen, Lexi and I looked ashen as we realized what we'd last done in here. The room felt dark, I could imagine dark spirits laughing at us. I felt sick to my stomach.

"We haven't met here for a meeting in years," Rebekah said, noticing our concerns. "Any holiness this place had has long been erased. Miriam is right we should burn this place down. The darkness in here needs to leave if we are to recover as a community." 

"Do you still meet?" Kelly asked, the only one of us that had any idea of what that meant.

"Yes, a few of us do," Miriam said, "Deacon wouldn't let Rebekah join us, but the women meet at one of our houses to study and pray. We've long prayed for this deliverance you've brought us today."

"We will have to do some more praying," Rebekah said, "but we'll find our way. Let me show you down to the cellar. I think you need to see what's down there, and I need to remember who Isaiah is."

Rebekah lead us back along the wall of cage bars. Jenn shrank back, remembering the night she spent there. I felt her horror at her memories, and the four girls pushed their comforting thoughts. She straightened her posture once we'd passed them. Rebekah turned a corner and then went down a flight of stairs. 

The stairs emptied into a large room. Perhaps, at one time, it had been a place of quiet solitude. An alcove for deep religious rites. But now it was a storeroom for garish women's clothes, dusty old boxes and other detritus. Rebekah led us back single file through a wall of neatly stacked boxes to an opening. There was a hexagonal column, each of the six sides had two stone plaques neatly aligned. At the top each of the twelve plaques there were names printed. 

The photos in the silver briefcase were of this column. The tablets were filled with a line of names showing lineages that went back many generations. Rebekah scanned the list, then stopped at one. The name at the top was Yeqon, and she knelt to look at the last name - Isaiah.

She pointed and asked, "Your father?" 

I nodded, and she lifted her finger the name above my fathers - Jedekiah, "Your grandfather."

I nodded as she spit at his name, the stone growing black as it sucked up the wetness of her spit. I was shocked at how angry she'd become, and she looked at me with dark eyes.

"He was a very bad, evil man," she said, "and after being held mentally captive by that other man, I don't use those words lightly."

I shrunk back, "I never knew him. I barely knew my father."

Alyssa was running her hands down the tablets, and Kelly was too. Jenn looked confused, and was grateful to be pulled into a comforting hug by Carmen and Lexi. I looked back up the list of names, so many more before my grandfather. All the twelve lines descended from fallen angels.

"I know," Rebekah said and nodded, she looked back up at me, "You should be glad you're nothing like your grandfather. A selfish man, he was."

Kelly looked at the bottom her chart, it stopped a bit higher than mine. She looked at the names and they were all male. 

"There are no females listed?" she asked, "So this name, it's my great grandfather?"

"And this," Alyssa added, pointing to the last name on the line of Penemue, "This was my father, your husband?"

"Yes," Rebekah said, "I suppose that's right."

She stood up and gripped one of the tablets, and pulled it up then back, Lifting it from the hooks that held it. 

"I wouldn't trust anything more than the last few lines, though." she said, turning the tablet around and showing us the back side. 

I looked in the dim light, and saw it was marked: THOMSON STONE FOUNDRY, MISSOULA MT, 1928

I looked back up at her confused, "Fakes?"

"Fabrications," she said, "A story of fantastic lineages told to us to keep us in line. We were special. We were a remnant. A tale sold to us to control us."

"Why didn't you say anything before now?" Alyssa said, the anger in her face palpable, "This is outrageous."

"I only knew because Deacon was lazy, and I searched his memories while he slept," Rebekah confessed. 

"I'm confused," Kelly said, "If this is all made up, then how come we have powers?"

"I don't know why you have powers, or where they come from," Rebekah said, "It's possible that these plates were made to tell a story. To bring together myth and reality. I don't doubt your powers, I've seen and felt all of them. These plates aren't historical though."

She tossed it down on the ground and it shattered into many pebble sized shards. The loud noise made the silence afterwards seem more deafening. 

"We need to burn this place down," Rebekah said, "End all of the lies."

"We can do that," Carmen said, her face determined, "I don't know much about all of what y'all are talking about. But this room? Filled with all this junk? It should go up pretty fast."

"I'll help you, Carmen," Lexi said.

"Me too," Jenn echoed, almost with a stronger determination.

"Okay, everybody out, all the way out," Carmen said, "This place will start smoking in about five minutes."

Rebekah lead us back up the stairs, along with Miriam. Soon the five of us were standing on the edge of the field, watching the door. We waited for the three girls to come out behind us. It was a long wait. 

Alyssa's thoughts were dark and angry. She felt she'd been deceived. Kelly's mind was confused. I was somewhere in the middle. That each of us had powers was something we knew, but we couldn't explain how we'd gained them. My family line, along with Kelly's had the most evidence that it was somehow genetic. Alyssa was different, her mother had no powers, her father was dead. Any siblings she had were scattered. She felt alone. Kelly and I hugged her closely and she leaned into us, welcoming our embrace.

I was starting to get worried when smoke started escaping along the top of the door. I was about to rush in to find the three girls, when Lexi rushed out followed closely by Jenn then Carmen. The flames started to dance behind them as we pulled them close and hugged them all. 

As the building burned we watched, standing a quiet vigil. The other families, started to form around our group. Children sat at their mother's feet. Older children grouped together. I wondered how their lives would change. Two cars pulled in as the ceiling fell in and the flames danced higher. The evening had started to wane, as two men walked over to join us.

They drew up and hugged their wives, and kissed the tops of their children's head. They looked at the bus, then over at us. Their wives telling them the story. Their faces were first dark with concern. A fire near one's home was never a welcome thing. They both started to smile as the women told them the story of the day. As the fire quieted down, one of the men approached me.

"So," he said extending his hand, "I'm Caleb. You chased away Jediah?"

"Jeremiah," I said shaking his hand, "Yes, he needed to walk to Pullman."

"And the others, Deacon? Samuel?" he continued.

"Dead." I answered, not sure what to say.

He spat at the ground, then looked at my face, "Good." was all that he said, as he turned and walked back to his home with his family.

Miriam went back to fix her children supper, and we offered to have Rebekah join us. 

"I think I'll dine with Miriam," she said, "You six should have some time to yourselves. Are you staying the night here?"

"Yeah," I said, "I don't know what's next for us, now that Jenn's safe."

"I'll see you in the morning, then," Rebekah said, "We might talk about what's next then."

I parted and rejoined my family of six in the RV. Lexi and Jenn were extending the wings, while Carmen was cooking dinner. Alyssa was sorting through her box of books, and the diaries. Kelly sat next to her, and I sat on the other side. 

"I don't know if these are even important anymore?" Alyssa questioned, "I was hoping for some kind of revelation around those damn stone plates. I feel more confused now than ever."

"My grandmother's stories were always wild," Kelly said, "a mix of truth and fiction, I've discovered. I guess that is what those tablets were, a mix of things. It was used to control others, and that was bad. But it doesn't mean they were totally false, does it?"

"I tend to agree with Kelly," I said, "That the stone plates were manufactured is a fact. But what did they use to make them? Was there a different source? Was it a way for them to record an old story more permanently? We don't know. If there was anything more, it's truly ashes now."

Alyssa nodded and pulled us close, "For now, I think we can store these under the main cabin. I'm tired of reading their dark tales. I want to spend the next few weeks having fun with you, and all of our family. Jenn is safe, and we are all okay. Can we just have fun?"

I nodded, "I think that's what we'll do," I offered, "Let's just make sure Rebekah is taken care of in the morning, we owe it to her to make sure they have everything they need to restart their lives."

"Yes," Alyssa said, "Of course. I just don't want another mystery to solve. Taking care of family is what I want. She is truly family. That is a miracle, when I think about it. I have a family!"

The three of us hugged, then were joined by three more sets of arms and hands. Then we ate dinner and relaxed. It was strange, to not have anything pressing to do, someplace to go. The last week it had seemed was a rush of one thing after another. We had no home for another few weeks, and a wedding planned to happen in ten days back in Oregon. We could just enjoy ourselves, and discover more about who we all were. Jenn was happy to be included in our family. I was content. 

That night our lovemaking was slow and sensual. Kelly constrained her aura, and nothing felt frantic. Jenn's body was a welcome addition, and added spice to our familiar movements. Our bodies flowed as we touched and explored. I lost track of who was who, in the mass of warm women flesh. I lost track of how many times I ejaculated, my molding power apparently could turn inward and magically made my recovery time almost instantaneous. We finally slipped into a restful sleep cozy in the tight confines of the rear cabin.

Present: Isaac

The morning light came through my window, and I blinked my eyes open. I was warm, warmer than usual, and I slowly realized it was from Beth's body lying beside me, her blond head pressed against my chest. I smiled remembering her sneaking into my room last night. Then I frowned, was it going to cause trouble, her having spent the night?




The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 17



She stirred and looked up at me, then kissed my chest, "Good morning," she said. Her hands traced along my side, then she pushed herself up quickly, her head darting around, "Oh my god, what time is it?"

"I think around 8 o'clock," I guessed, trying to get my eyes to focus on my clock across the room. 

"Shit," she said, "My parents will be worried."

With that I heard Carmen call from the kitchen, "Zac?! is Beth with you?"

Beth blushed and then pulled the blanket up to her chin to cover her bare breasts. That was a bit silly, because my door was closed, and Carmen would knock first. I smiled at her and tried to calm her down. She put her finger to her mouth, signaling for me to be quiet. 

"Yes," I shouted, "She is with me?"

Carmen started talking to someone on the phone, I couldn't hear what she was saying. Beth swatted at me, and then laughed. I pulled her down to my chest, then kissed her deeply.

"I'm not going to lie to anyone," I said, "Not my family or yours. I love you, Beth. I'm not going to hide that."

"I love you too, Zac," she said softly, then kissed me again, "I was just frightened, but you're right, I'm not a child anymore."

"Tell Beth to call her parents when she wakes up," Carmen called, "And I'll make more breakfast too, I wish you'd tell me when you have company..."

Her voice drifted off back to the kitchen. I loved Carmen but she could get really mother hen really fast. Beth chuckled then wrapping the blanket around herself slipped off the bed and looked for her clothes. That left me completely naked, and with a morning hard on.

"Wait," Beth said, "Is that for me?"

"Actually, I need to pee," I said and found some gym shorts to put on and headed to the bathroom.

"Umm," Beth said, "Hurry, I need to pee too." then laughed at the whole situation.

After we'd both taken care of our morning routines, we dressed and went to the kitchen to see what Carmen made for breakfast. This morning it was a waffle bar, and we started to help ourselves.

"Call your mother first, child," Carmen said, "They sounded worried sick."

Beth nodded and pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, "I turned it off last night," she explained, "my folks like to see where I am by tracking my phone."

She wandered out to the back porch to talk in privacy, and I started making two plates of waffles. I had known Beth long enough to know what she liked, and I started making a plate for me and her.

My mother came down from the upstairs first. How she always looked beautiful even in the morning was a mystery. She saw me and made a bee-line towards me. My eyes must have gotten wide, because she hurried.

"Don't run away," she said, "I just need to talk with you. I"m not angry."

"Why?" I asked, "because Beth stayed the night? Mom, we're both adults now."

"Yes," she said, "I understand that, I want to talk to you about something else, about how my side of your genes work."

"Your side?" I asked, "Dad just told me about how I can mold people's morals and self-control. I didn't do anything to Beth, I promise."

"Yes," My mother nodded, "Your father was right about that, and I trust you when you tell me you've not used that power. My power is a bit more subtle. I'm like a succubus."

"A sex demon?" I asked confused.

"Well, I prefer sex angel," she said with a smile, "and I think you have the same power. I can generate sexual energy, and I can feed from the sexual power, and regenerate it to those near me."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"She means, she can make sex feel really really good," Carmen said, then winked at me.

My mother blushed, it was an unspoken knowledge that my father shared his bed with the four women that lived upstairs. Everyone knew it, but we never talked about it. Outside of the house, people just didn't seem to notice. I thought it was kinda cool, and I loved each of the women that looked after me.

"Well, yes," mother said, "I guess that sums it up. Carmen do you think Zac has the same ability?"

Carmen blushed, then nodded, "I have to watch myself when he's around, and last night I had a really nice dream. Knowing Beth stayed over explains it."

I was struck dumb, and my mouth hung open, my mother chucked her finger under my chin, "You'll catch flies, dear."

"So, what can I do about this? Does that mean Beth only likes me for that power?" I asked as I watched her talking to her parents out on the porch.

"No, I'm positive she genuinely loves you," Alyssa said sliding past me from behind coming in from the gym, "I know these things, Zac."

"How do you know? Don't tell me.. I suppose you have special angel powers too?" I asked a bit sarcastically.

"Yes, I do" she thought and her lips didn't move, as she looked back and lifted a brow.

My mom tapped my chin again, and I closed my mouth. I really didn't want to catch flies, but I was shocked about what all this meant. Beth was talking excitedly on the phone, and rubbing her eyes. She looked sad, and I felt my mind reach out to her. I felt her emotions on edge, and her moral graph sparked with activity as she talked with her parents. I couldn't tell what she was saying, but she was upset. Her parents were mad, but she felt she was old enough to make her own decisions. 

Finally she hung up and I felt her graph shift slightly, she'd made a decision. She wiped her eyes then looked inside, stood straighter then walked back inside. I walked over to her, whatever my mother needed to tell me could wait. I wanted to comfort her. I hugged her, and she looked up at me.

"Do you think your parents will let me stay with you?" she asked, her voice cracking.

"Why? Can I ask," I started, "what happened?"

Alyssa had a distant look in her eyes, then nodded at my mother. My mother came and wrapped us both up in a hug.

"Of course," she said, "We have a spare room, you can use as long as you need to."

"We need to discuss how your powers work," Alyssa's thoughts pushed into mine, "before we make a habit of sleepovers. Just because we love you, Zac.

Beth turned to my mother, "Thank you Mrs. Jackson, I really appreciate it. My parents think if I'm an adult I should live like one. They want me out by the end of the day."

"Please, call me Kelly," she said, "We can help you with anything you need, sweetheart."

I felt the room shimmer and a wave of light seemed to flow from my mother. Beth's mood lightened slightly. My mother squeezed me and Beth, then went to the kitchen counter to fix her waffles.

"Let's eat first," she said, "I would like to speak to your parents, but not on an empty stomach."

My father came into the room, and looked at me. He came and hugged me tightly, "We've got your back, son. We'll always love you." He always seemed to know what was going on, even when he wasn't in the room. I looked over at Alyssa and she smiled at me, and silently ate her waffles.

Clearly, my family had more secrets than just the number of women in my father's bed.

Past: Jeremiah

I opened my eyes to the light of the morning. The face beside me was foreign before my thoughts returned. It was Jenn, still sleeping. The rest of the bed was empty, and I felt my lovers suggest I spend some with with our new member. They would check on Rebekah and come back soon. 

I smiled, and brushed Jenn's amber locks from her face. She seemed to be content to sleep. I smiled at leaned over and kissed her gently on the forehead. Her brown eyes fluttered open, then focused on me, and slowly smiled.

"So yesterday wasn't a dream," she said quietly, "I'm still safe."

"You'll always be safe, now." I said, and let her wake up.

She was naked, as was I, under the warm blanket we shared. She pressed closer, her full breasts pushing against my chest. She looked up at me, and kissed my lips softly. Then pressed her mouth more firmly against mine. I enjoyed her kiss, returning her gentle probe. She pulled back and looked at me.

"It was you with Kelly," she said, "That night in the dorm?"

I nodded, "Yes, you were checking on her, after her break up."

She nodded remembering, "Then you left, and Kelly was suddenly very sexual. I had a crush on her, I used to think I was a lesbian."

"What made you change your mind?" I asked softly caressing her shoulder. 

Her near presence was having a slow effect on my cock, it wasn't urgent. I was curious to find out more about Jenn. She had slipped into our ring almost by accident. When I thought about it though, Alyssa was right, everything that had happened to us was almost by accident. Or fate, as Lexi liked to say. Why couldn't Jenn's presence also be fate.

"I'm not fully sure I'm not still," she smiled, "I'm attracted to men and women, almost equally. I just never had any sex until Kelly and Lexi. Then Carmen joined us."

She laughed, slightly, "Carmen was the first person to fuck me," she remembered, "it was her strap-on, but the shape made me reconsider men."

I felt her hand drift down my chest, then touch my thickening member, "Yes, I do like that shape." she smiled, and started tugging gently on my thickening shaft.

I leaned into her, and she rolled onto her back. I kissed her and my hand lifted to cup a breast. As my thumb pressed into the star along the curve of her breast her nipple hardened and she drew in a deep breath.

"Those are like turn-me-on buttons," she groaned. 

I leaned down and kissed the other star, and she arched her back as her other nipple went rigid. I sucked on the hard buds one at a time and she lifted her hands to my head, and combed through my hair. 

I rolled over her, and she spread her legs. I didn't want to enter her yet, I wanted to take my time and explore. I leisurely sucked and licked her breasts, their shape and feel were lovely. They were warm in my hands and chewing lightly on her nipples seemed to bring her to the edge. She lifted her hips her mound pressing into my abdomen. 

"Oh god, my pussy is molten," she said.

"Mmm, I want to taste that," I growled and kissed my way down her firm abdomen. 

I could feel her supple muscles squirm under my lips. I kissed the flower at the crest of her mound, and her hips bucked. I slid my hands up her thighs, and she lifted her legs up as I spread them apart. He pussy glistened in the morning light. 

"Oh gawd, just fuck me, please," she pleaded.

I took my time, and tasted each of her swollen lips, I licked in slow circles, tasting the tangy dew that seeped from between her inner lips. I stiffened my tongue and cleaved between them and was rewarded with a sweet tangy mouthful of her musky fluid. I wasn't sure if I had tasted it before, last night's lovemaking wasn't clear who's was who's. But this morning, I loved her taste. 

I felt her thoughts fill with her need. Her emotions sparking, she wanted it harder faster. She also was thrilled that I was taking my time and wasn't in a hurry. She curled her fingers in my hair, and steered my mouth to where she wanted it. I lifted my hands up and cupped and squeezed her breasts. Her legs spread wider as I discovered what spots made her squeak and moan.

She was trembling and on edge when I rose up, and then pressed a finger into the rose.

"Cum for me," I commanded tracing the petals with my fingers.

Her body stiffened then shook, involuntary tremors racing through her thighs as her core convulsed. She looked at me wide-eyed as her body shook. I kneed forward and pulling my foreskin back pressed my sensitive crown against her pulsing open lips. She lifted her hips and I slowly thrust my hips forward. 

She shook as I slowly filled her, her canal clenching and milking my shaft as it invaded her inner depths. She arched her back and lifted her hands gripping my shoulders and pulling me down. I kissed her deeply, as my hips drew back then slipped back down. I was in no hurry. I wanted to make love to her, I knew I could fuck her hard, and she'd love it. I wanted to take her my way, selfishly, I wanted to be her first real lover.

"Oh Jeremiah," she cooed as I parted the kiss, "Keep doing that, oh please don't stop."

I had no intention of stopping. I lowered my mouth to her breasts. My back curling as I bowed over her. She arched her back, lifting her breasts for me to worship. I kissed her stars and ground my hips into her flower. Her body shivered under me, as I steered her body and soul to the heights of ecstasy. She came again, then it crashed into another peak. My thrusts grew faster as I pulled my mouth from a firm nipple, and rose up on my knees. My hands gripping her hips as she wound her ankles behind my back. I drove into her, my cock like a piston endlessly pounding into her core. Her body lost in wave after wave of orgasmic bliss. Her eyes rolled back as her breathing keened into a series of moans. Then I stiffened and slammed forward, locking my hips and grinding as my cock pulsed, pouring a load of my cream into her womb.

I stayed pressed into her, looking down at her. Her body twitching randomly, then slowing. Her eyes fluttered open, and her focus returned. I leaned back down and kissed her, my legs slipping from under me as I rested my body on her smaller frame. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and then she started to cry happily.

"oh this..." she said, "this is what I always wanted..."

We rested with my cock inside of her. She slowly clenched her muscles, feeling me slip slowly in and out as I moved. Her hips rolled slowly, not slipping back into arousal, but just languishing in the bliss of our coupling. Her curves shimmed as I scanned her, shifting into a more normal shape.

Present: Jenn

I impatiently tapped my fingers on the steering wheel of my car. Why the light was red was irritating me. It was Sunday morning for God's sake, people were either in church or asleep. I couldn't stand to wait at a fucking stop light. My eyes blazed in frustration as I looked at myself in the mirror and checked my makeup.

Yesterday had been hell. It wasn't that I had to stay home with my sick daughter Sophie, Friday night. The girl was a gift, and a joy. I hated seeing her sick. It was more that I missed being at Jeremiah's party. I missed being near Kelly, and Lexi, and Carmen, and Alyssa. We saw each other regularly, but it was rarely all of us at the same time. Jeremiah's birthday party had been circled on the calendar for months. That I had to miss it was still a bit of a heartache. 

I took out my frustrations on Jerry. Why he puts up with me I don't know. He said the party was fun, but that Jeremiah seemed distracted, and Kelly was worried about something all night. I tried to get more information from him. Without me there, I'm sure he didn't enjoy himself. For all the amazing qualities the man had, social butterfly just wasn't in his DNA. He knew I was best friends with all of them, but he didn't realize how deep our connection was. It pissed me off that he thought I wouldn't have enjoyed myself at his party.

I was hungry, I knew it. It had been too long, I felt it. I tried to let Jerry soothe the itch, after he got back from the party. I had waited up, long after Sophie had gone to sleep. I dressed up in Jerry's favorite sexy lingerie. I had used my toys, though I didn't need to, I was already aroused. I had been for days. When Jerry came into the bedroom, I practically attacked him. I was on my knees pulling his pants down before he had closed the door to our bedroom.

He was surprised, but not shocked. He had a bit too much to drink, so getting him ready was a little more difficult than I was expecting. He gripped my head, the way I told him to, the way he'd grown to like. But his cock wasn't getting hard, and that pissed me off. I stroked him, sucked on his balls, let my finger press into his tight anus. 

Finally he responded, and I licked my lips and looked up at him. He had managed to get undressed as I hungrily worked at his manhood. So I scampered up to the bed, and got on all fours. He wobbled his way onto the bed, and I realized he was still a bit tipsy. I might need to take things into my own hands. God, I needed a good fucking, why couldn't he see that. 

I turned and tugged him down, and he rolled onto his back. His cock stiff, and raised up to his belly. He smiled as I straddled him, and then grabbed his cock and pushed into my needy cunt. He groaned as my hips circled and I worked on his shaft. I twerked, that's what the young people call it, on his manhood, loving the feel of how he just fit inside me so perfectly. I looked down at him and his eyes were closed and his breathing regular.

"NOoooo," I screamed, and in my frustration slapped him across the face, "Fuck me dammit, don't go to sleep."

"Okay baahby," he slurred, but it was a losing battle, the alcohol had won. I tried to work through it, at least his cock was still hard. That was even more frustrating as it began to wilt. That was a shot to my ego, though my brain knew he was just drunk, my emotions had me on the edge. I was nowhere near any sort of orgasm. 

"FUUUCK!" I roared in frustration, and rolled off my loving husband. 

I reached under the bed and went for the emergency kit. The Japanese made, electrically powered, plugged into the power grid, wand of magic. I spread my legs and pressed the ball of joy to my clit and groaned as it sang my favorite song. I think the street lights outside dimmed as I worked it feverishly up and down my engorged lips. 

Finally some arousal, and I used one hand to pinch my nipples hard. I rubbed at my stars and that helped, those fucking tats could be irritating in the wrong setting, but now I was thankful for their curse. I let my thumb run up and down my flower, and groaned as my cunt convulsed. I needed a cock, dammit, something deep in me. I almost cried as I realized the hitachi wasn't going to get me there. 

It was okay, I had another trick up my sleeve. The rabbit! I turned and grabbed that thick vibrating wand of joy, and pulled the ball of the wand up and shoved that stick up my needy cunt. I needed four hands, and two wasn't getting me there as quickly as I wanted. It was slow, and frustrating. By the time I finally came, I was crying. It wasn't enough.

I am woman enough to admit I was a bitch to Jerry the next morning and all day. He tried to make it up to me in the morning. But his breath still reeked of alcohol, and I was still pissed at my failure to self-please myself to sanity. Even hung over, he understood I was past the point where he could really satisfy me. He also knew I'd be a vicious bitch until I was satisfied. 

"Baby," he said, "Why don't I take Sophie to OMSI Sunday, and you can have a spa day."

That man loves me! He knew exactly what I needed. I made a phone call and was relieved to know that they had time to fit me in. That's a bit of an overstatement, they always had time for me. I felt a little guilty that I was so needy. I should be able to handle my own needs after all this time. At least by Saturday night, and another try with Jerry (somewhat satisfying), I had something to look forward too.

But then this fucking light!

Looking both ways, I checked carefully for any cars. Satisfied, I floored it, and passed through the red light. The flashing red and blue lights in my rearview window made me cry out in rage. I was close to losing my shit, and I barely held it together while the mousy brunette cop wrote me out a ticket. Fucking bitch, what the hell is she doing writing me a ticket when there was no traffic.

Finally I was on my way, and I could feel my insides clench as I drove up the long driveway to the house. I parked and put my keys in my purse, and slipped out of my car. I walked up and knocked, feeling antsy. I was almost doing the I-need-to-pee dance I was in such a state. Finally the door opened.

"Oh! Hi Jenn," said Lexi with a smile, "Come in, we're just finishing breakfast."




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I just leaned into her and kissed her deeply. She cooed and pulled me closer. This girl got me, as she grabbed my ass and squeezed hard, then swatted my cheek with her other hand.

"It's been too long," she smiled as I finally broke the kiss, "I missed you Friday night."

"I know," I said shortly, realizing she'd forgive my rudeness, in my state. I knew she felt my frazzled mind, and I almost welled up in tears as I reconnected to the mesh of my soul lovers. She let me pass by her, and I walked through to the kitchen. Some young girl was with Zac, and Everyone else was huddled around the kitchen table talking.

I probably could have figured things out if I was in the right state to tune into everyone's thoughts. They always included me in their broadcasts, but in my state I was focused on one thing. I made a bee-line to Jeremiah, and gripped his head. I didn't care that Zac's friend was staring at me like I had three breasts, I kissed him deeply. God, I loved the way Jeremiah could change his focus, his kiss was what the doctor ordered. Then he broke it off, and I remembered they had company. 

Suddenly, Carmen was at my side. I turned and kissed her, and she hastily pecked at my lips, then steered me away from the kitchen. I was confused as she led me away. We were going where I wanted to go but she wasn't usually so rude.

She pushed me downstairs, "Fucking needy slut," she swore at me, "You get so fucking impatient when you let it go too long."

She steered me through the basement gym, and then fingered the electronic combo lock on the door on the opposite side. I was almost dancing with excitement. She reached up and grabbed a handful of hair at the nape of my neck, then tossed me in the room. It was a large spacious room filled with dark leather furniture, and other equipment. Oh God, how I loved Jeremiah's spa-slash-dungeon.

"Strip, slut," Carmen ordered, "Wait for us on your knees, and don't you dare touch my cunt between your legs."

She got me, that girl, "Yes, Mistress," I said and started peeling of my clothes.

She closed the door leaving me locked in the dungeon. She knew I was on edge. She knew I was a needy slut. She knew I needed to be put in my place. She knew until I was centered I would be a danger to myself.

I smiled for the first time since Friday. I knelt naked in front of the door, bowed my head, and waited. I was home, I could wait. I concentrated on slowing my breathing, and finding my center.

Past: Jeremiah

It was a short nap. Waking up to a nubile female undulating under you, whining with sexual need is something every red-blooded male should do at least once. It made me feel a bit powerful, and my cock was already hard. I pressed my hands into the mattress and rose up.

"Fuck," Jenn said, with a tinge of frustration, "took you long enough."

I started to thrust into her, and she wrapped her limber legs around my waist. She let her body fall as I drew back, and then humped her hips as I thrust back into her. It was delicious, but something seemed off. She seemed frantic, needing more. I pulled back from her.

She looked wildly up at me as I disengaged, almost in a panic, "Nooo fuck, I need it, Jeremiah, fuck me," she hissed.

"On your knees," I commanded in a gruff growl, putting together the pieces in my mind, "Ass up head down."

She scrambled onto her knees, twisting. Her breasts pressed into the mattress as she laid her head down. Her hips danced enticingly as she spread her thighs. The one thing that drew my eye was the tattoo at the base of her spine, it was an angry shade of black. I had noticed the tattoos on her breast and mound had faded to a more natural color. I swung my hand back and spanked her ass hard, so hard my hand stung.

"Owwwuch, FUCK," she cried, then moaned, "Yes, that's it.. .spank me, spank me please."

I turned to the side, my cock bobbing as I lined up and swatted her ass again, hard as the first time. She took the strike wordlessly, and then pressed back. She twisted her head and looked up at me with a deep need in her eyes. A need I'd seen before in Lexi, when Carmen first showed me how to flog her.

I spanked her again, and again. Her ass turning a rose color. I turned and spanked between her thighs, my palm flattening into her soaked folds, and she bucked and ground into my fingers. I moved so I could finger her with one hand and spank her with my other hand. The tattoo pulsed each time I struck her, and her body vibrated as the pain-pleasure response cycled and filled her blood with endorphins. The whole scene made my erection strain with need.

I shifted behind her, and lined up my head. I thrust into her swollen cunt with a hard thrust. She keened in lust, looking over her shoulder at me. I gripped her reddened ass cheeks and spread them apart. Her anus danced as she rolled her hips to my steady strokes. I spit on my fingers then spread my saliva over the tight opening.

"Oh fuck," Jenn spat, looking back at me, her eyes on fire with lust, "Yes, fuck my ass. Make me your ass slut. Own it..."

I swatted at her ass cheek, then again, steady hard strokes over her round firm bottom. Between slaps I worked a finger into her tight anus, spitting on my fingers to lubricate the small opening. I was two knuckles deep when she cursed at me.

"Fuck it," she spat, "Fuck my ass, make it hurt, I need it to hurt. Just put that fat dick up my ass!"

I pulled my cock from her cunt and spit another wad of goo into my hand, spreading over my crown. I pressed the thick head into her anus and leaned into her. I felt her relax and the head slid in, then past the opening. I felt my hips drop and my thighs press into her bottom. She groaned at the simultaneous pain and pleasure that coursed through her nerves.

"That's it, take my ass, Daddy," she sang.

I was fired up now, and I pulled out then slammed back in. I used my hands to swat and spank her ass and thighs as I rode her hard. She rolled her hips and tossed her head. I leaned forward, and she followed, her ass rising to meet my angled thrusts. I pressed my hand into her head and shoved her cheek into the mattress.

I was overwhelmed with a surge of power as my body, hands and fingers dominated Jenn. I pushed her into the position I wanted. I grabbed her head and tugged her chin up by yanking on her hair. She arched her back, rolling her hips as I fucked her ass feverishly. My free hand stung her flesh with slaps and spanks. I reached under her folded body and gripped one of her breasts hard, then pinched her rock hard nipple tight and twisted.

She screamed as she came, her body shaking with intensity. I hammered into her ass repeatedly fucking through the first wave. I pressed my chest into the small of her back. My hand crushing her head into the bed. My hand reached around her thigh and wormed into her spasming folds. My lower back rolled as my cock stretched her ass. My fingers drove into her convulsing cunt, and her orgasm hit another peak, then just vibrated as I clung to her flesh. 

I roared as I felt my peak rush and collect at the base of my spine. I arched my back and thrust my cock in deep, feeling my balls tighten then pulse spurting jets of hot cum into her bowels. My hands grabbed her ass and pulled at it, wanting to go as deep as possible. her head flew back and she screamed then her head flopped into the mattress. I froze, my breathing ragged as I blinked and fought for a conscious thought.

I looked down and where before her ass tattoo was an angry black, had fated to a muted dark grey. Jenn relaxed into the mattress, and I pulled out. She curled into a ball, seeking her own comfort. I remembered Carmen's lesson on aftercare, and pulled her close, my arms wrapping around her sides, her back against my chest. I pulled the covers over us to keep us warm. I spoke softly to her, "You're mine, now.. My little ass slut. I've got you, you're safe."

She was speechless, but turned her head to look at me. I kissed her gently, pressing my lips to hers. She responded softly, her tongue softly running over my lips. I just held her, making her feel my presence wrap around her. 

More hands touched my back through the sheet. Carmen curled behind me, and kissed behind my ear. Lexi slipped onto the opposite side of the bed, facing Jenn and smiling at me. She fed Jenn a small square of chocolate. Then kissed her forehead.

"Good job, Papi," Carmen cooed into my ear, "You remembered everything I taught you."

I smiled and sighed, "So three? three submissives," I questioned with a chuckle.

"Oh, at least three now," Carmen said and was content to just hug me as we rested.

Present: Jeremiah

Well, it's an old blessing to wish that one lives in interesting times. The look on Beth's face when Jenn entered and kissed me only made the interesting morning more fascinating. Alyssa knew what was going on, and so did Kelly. Jenn had been away too long, and she was in bad shape.

I blamed myself, I was supposed to be her Dominant, her Master. Her husband, Jerry, knew of our relationship, because he couldn't put his own mind into the place she needed it to be. I could have adjusted him to take that role. But I was a bit nervous about making wholesale changes to people's moral curves. Selfishly, the easier role was to play the role of Master. That was an easier fix to Jerry. It had the added benefit of keeping Jenn in our mental web. All of us enjoyed when she visited for her deeper needs.

I should have had the girls check up on her, evaluate her. She was always thinking she could manage her needs on her own. I was wrapped up with my work, and my memories surrounding my birthday. The birthday party had pre-occupied everyone, and Jenn had slipped from our thoughts. Isaac's awakening had further distracted us.

Beth looked a bit wild-eyed at the new sexy woman that had come in and kissed me. She didn't understand the context. She was already in a state because of her parents attempt to control her, by kicking her out of the house. I could fix that in an instant, but I didn't want to wade into another family. If anything, this was Zac's responsibility to manage. I wanted to mentor him, and guide him, but he needed to take that step on his own.

Alyssa watched all this silently, then with a flow of thoughts, Carmen had swept in and steered Jenn to the basement. Lexi followed behind. I knew they could help Jenn unattended for a while. Kelly took Beth's arm and led her to the table and sat her next to Alyssa. Zac sat down beside her, and then Kelly took a seat. I sat on the far side between Alyssa and Kelly. I looked at Zac and Beth.

"Zac, you know I love you and support anything you do. Beth, you are a wonderful girl, and i can tell you love Zac, and he loves you." I began, taking the lead in the conversation. 

"I'm just lost," Beth said on the verge of tears, "I never expected my parents to kick me out. I shouldn't have snuck out, I should have told them I was leaving. They must think I'm a horrible person."

"It sounds like an over-reaction for sure," I said, "These things can usually blow over quickly. You both need to talk with Beth's parents."

"Both of us?" Zac asked quietly.

I knew he was frightened, scared of a confrontation. If there was anything we had tried to teach him was it was better to talk out a problem than to hide from one. This was with other people though, not his supernaturally patient parents. 

I smiled, at him, "You know you need to, Zac," I said.

I felt Alyssa push her own thoughts towards him. He nodded as he took both of our meanings. Beth looked at me and then at Kelly. 

"Can you come with us?" she asked, also frightened and scared.

"It's something you need to do," Kelly said, "for yourselves. Regardless, we will support the both of you. You'll always have a place to call home here."

"What do I say?" Zac asked.

"The truth," I said, "I don't need to tell you what that is. Then you listen and observe."

"Sense their conflict," Alyssa pushed a thought, "there is an opportunity to fix things."

"Is he ready?" I wondered, "He hasn't been trained, maybe we should hold off a day."

"Talk to Beth's parents," Alyssa said, picking up on my concern, "Listen to their concerns and observe their fears. Then promise to come back and talk again tomorrow. You can't put this off. We can talk more after you've spoken with them."

Zac nodded, and looked at Beth, "Beth, I love you. I want you to be happy, and I want your parents to support us. Let's go talk with them in person."

Beth nodded, "Yes, I think you're right. I love you Zac, you're always so brave."

I smiled and felt pride in my son's maturity. The three of us followed the youngsters to the door, and bid them farewell. Then we took a collective deep breath, and looked at each other.

"Now to take care of Jenn." we all said at once.

We filed downstairs and into the gym. I had spent too much money on all the equipment. It got good use, though, Lexi was always pushing us to stay in shape. I also made a shower and dressing room (co-ed of course, no need for separate dressing rooms). Carmen and Lexi had persuaded me to make a dungeon too. The three of us went to the dressing room to shed our clothes. 

Each of us had a locker, and Carmen kept it supplied with each of our preferred outfits. I don't have much of a taste for fetish wear, I just don't want to be flopping around while doing my work. So a pair of leather shorts was mine (Apparently, it had to be leather according to Carmen, don't ask me why). Alyssa had a selection of tight leather bodices, leather thongs, and had grown fond of thigh high boots. Today's color was red, a deep red that looked amazing against her lightly tanned skin. Kelly, had similar tastes, and our roles had them both more dominatrix than submissive slave. Her white leather bra and thong made her look brilliant.

Suitably attired we entered the dungeon, again I'd have rather called it something different, playroom, adult lounge, but given this was a treat more for Carmen and Lexi, I allowed them to name it. It stuck, especially once Carmen procured all the different apparatus she wanted. Leather and dark wood dominated the room. The walls were a dark shade of grey, with perimeter lights around the edge. The room wasn't dim, but it wasn't bright either. 

Watching Alyssa and Kelly dress up had made my shorts tight already, our three submissives only made them tighter. They all had on leather collars, their permanent silver chokers for which I had the only key glimmered under the black leather. They also all wore leather cuffs on their wrists and ankles. I couldn't see, but I knew Carmen's protocols, they were all plugged as well. Other than that, they were all naked, and aroused.

Carmen was finishing trussing Jenn to a X-shaped cross. It had been custom made and cost a pretty penny. The cross was made of carbon fiber, not wood, so it was much thinner. the cross shape was really two deltas inverted and pointing to each other and connected by a carbon fiber beam. The vertical axis had an adjustable joint, once attached the cross could be spun, and even titled almost horizontal. 

Jenn was facing the cross, so her back was to me, as Carmen secured her wrists to the clips at the tops of the upper vee. Her ankles were already secured to the base. Lexi was laying out lengths of rope. I had found I enjoyed the intimacy that rope bondage presented, but I wasn't sure about this morning. It was a lengthy process to bind and unbind, and Jenn was already frazzled.

Alyssa and Kelly went and sat themselves at a overstuffed loveseat facing the cross. They were both more observers, voyeurs really. Besides using their powers to amplify the responses, they were also safety observers. They also loved to play with each other, so the ordeal wasn't like chewing sand for them. I they needed more stimulation, Carmen or Lexi were always a finger snap away.

I decided to forego the ropes, and walked to find some leather straps. The cross was sturdy, but I wanted to keep Jenn's body tight against the frame. I gave them to Lexi and she and Carmen strapped Jenn's waist, lower thighs and upper arms to the frame I walked around the other side and Jenn's full breasts were exposed on either side of the thin carbon beam that bisected her torso. Her neck collar was clipped to the apex of the top vee, so she had limited movement of her head, but an unobstructed sight line. She caught sight of me walking around and watched as I stalked closer.

"Took you long enough," she sassed, as she watched me with humid eyes.

I was patient, I knew what she needed, but I wasn't going to be rushed. Part of the journey was the anticipation. That she was helpless added to her stress, but she also knew this was safe. I stepped closer, and looked deadpan into her eyes. I didn't need to, because her nipples were already hard, but I pressed on her stars with each thumb. My fingers gripped her full breasts and squeezed hard at the base. 

She groaned as her nipples engorged further, and her supple breast tissue ballooned between my fingers. Her eyes blazed at the rough contact, and I just watched impassively.

"Watch your tone with me, slut," I said in a low growl, "Or I'll gag you. I like your filthy whore mouth, and I'd hate to take it out of play."

She lowered her eyes as my fingers dug deeper into her flesh, milking the flesh until I had just the base of her nipples grasped between a finger and thumb. 

"Yes, Master," she said, her tone expressing more relief than acquiescence. 

I stepped back from her and grabbed two nipple clips attached to a chain, and walked around behind Jenn so I could watch the girls on the loveseat. I pressed my chest against Jenn's body, and reached around to grab one breast, and then pressed the star again. I waited for the nipple to engorge, then pressed the clip into the base of her nipple. 

Jenn hissed at the pain, but tossed her head as her body started to respond to the feeling. I nodded my head and Carmen and Lexi drew back, kneeling beside Aly and Kelly. Carmen kissed Alyssa's thigh, and Alyssa spread her leg open and then grabbing a handful of Carmen's black mane tugged her mouth to her exposed pussy. Kelly was watching captivated and reached around to unclasp her bra, then pulled Lexi's mouth to her own hard nipple.

The room started to shimmer as Kelly's power permeated the space. We all took a collective breath at the feeling. I pulled back and selected a flogger from the bench near the cross. I swished it to get a feel for it's heft, then bending over started to paint the traces along the bottom of Jenn's calves. My strokes weren't heavy, yet. I just wanted to blush her skin. By the time I was swinging the flogger at her shoulders, her whole back side glowed a nice hue of pink.

I watched her, and listened to her breaths. I like to rely on physical cues when I worked, though in this setting our mental web was also helpful. She was shivering in arousal, her tattoos across her ass pulsed a dark angry black. The foursome at the sofa were becoming more animated as the sound of the flogger smacking willing flesh faded. 

The foursome had swapped positions. Kelly was on the floor her bare chest rising and falling as she played with her nipples. Kelly leaned against the sofa while Lexi's red mane was between her spread legs, her pert bottom facing me and her jeweled butt plug dancing as she orally pleased Kelly. Carmen was on her back on the sofa, her head just behind Kelly's blonde mane. Alyssa was on her knees, her legs scissored between Carmen's the pair caught up in the act of tribadism as they rolled their hips and ground their cunts against each other.

That was the scene that was playing out in front of Jenn's eyes as I had warmed her flesh. I cupped my hand between her spread thighs and wormed my finger into her soaked folds. She gasped and tried to grind into my fingers. Her body had limited range of movement and she whined in frustration.




The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 18



Author's Note

Thank you for continuing to read, vote and comment. The main story takes place in the Past and explores the addition of Jenn to the family, will their dynamic change dynamic? The Present story line follows our familiar family and their oldest child, Zac as he discovers his powers. The family business is explored more.

I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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Past: Jeremiah

I was resting between Jenn, Carmen and Lexi when I heard Alyssa pull the RV's door open. I blinked and tried to focus, I felt something was wrong, shouldn't I have heard Alyssa's thoughts before she was so close? As she came in, I rose up a bit worried.

"Jeremiah?" she called, "are you done?"

Then my mind plugged back in, or she opened up the connection, because I was flooded with her thoughts. Thoughts of concern, arousal, and a little bit of impatience. I was a bit embarrassed, when I looked at my watch and saw that it was after noon.

"Back here," I called, as Jenn stirred next to me.

Lexi and Carmen slipped off the bed, and they blew me a kiss.

"Gotta start fixing lunch, Papi," Carmen said as she led Lexi into the main cabin. Alyssa slipped in after they passed, and sat on the edge of the bed. She smiled at Jenn, and combed her hair back, then leaned and kissed me tenderly.

"I had to turn you off," she confessed, "Trying to talk with my mother, while feeling what you were doing to each other was troublesome."

"I'm sorry," I said, "I might have..."

"Don't be," she smiled and then kissed Jenn, "You two needed the time, alone. To connect. It looks like you did?"

"Yeah," I said and blushed a bit, my cock twitched a bit at the sight. I had to concentrate on my own self-control, or I'd never get out of bed.

"Yes, we did," Jenn said and stretched to kiss me again promisingly, "I needed it, I can feel when I'm getting on edge. It's not as frantic as when you found me, but it always under the surface. Jeremiah was very good to me."

"He is good to all of us," Alyssa smiled, then asked Jenn, "We have to make sure he is rested enough to care for us too. Are you up to that challenge?"

"I'm up for anything," Jenn said, "I need to figure out school though, I'm pretty sure I'm fucked for my summer classes."

Alyssa nodded, and added another folder to her mental notes. She seemed to have something planned for everyone. Between her and Carmen, our family ran a tight ship. I understood what Alyssa was saying; if I tried to manage everything, and please all of my lovers, I'd be run down quickly. By taking over many of the detailed tasks, the family worked better, and no one was over taxed. It made me appreciate all my loves even more.

"Well, first things first," Alyssa said, "Get dressed, then join us for lunch, Kelly and I can fill you in on what's going on here. Then we can discuss what we need to do to get you back home Jenn."

"Oh," she sighed with a questioning tone, "Where is home, exactly?"

Alyssa smiled, "Get dressed, and come to lunch, we'll tell you all the details. I'm glad you've taken the edge off, you look marvelous."

Alyssa slipped out, and Jenn looked around and found her clothes from the previous day. I pushed a thought to Alyssa that we needed to get her clothes and supplies, she echoed that it was already on the list. I found a new pair of shorts and a baseball style tee-shirt. I laced up my sneakers, then we joined the other four around our expanded dining area.

With a nod to Alyssa, Kelly started, "I borrowed Rebekah's phone to call my mother. I told her where we were and that we were safe. She wasn't happy that we were still at the compound, but she came around when I told her that we'd chased the Priesthood away."

I opened my mouth to say something, but she put up a finger, "I didn't tell her about the deaths, she didn't need to know the details. Anyway, I started looking around the house while I was talking to her."

"And..." I managed to say quickly between her short pauses, trying to keep her on track.

"Well, to put it shortly, this place has nice bones." Kelly said, then continued in a stream of words," The location, it turns out is excellent, close to skiing in the winter, and nice places during the summer. My mother is doing more research, but I think we can turn this into another Bed & Breakfast."

"What does Rebekah think about that?" I asked, looking over at Alyssa.

"Well, at first she was a bit taken aback," Kelly said, "They've lived in a little bubble for so long, she didn't know what B&B meant. I hung up with my mother, and explained the concept. She thought for a while, then brought it back up later. They don't have much income coming in, they'll need some help getting things going. But they are happy to have guests. She said the other families could help out with preparing dinners and doing the maintenance. She's going to talk and spread the word."

"Interesting," I said, then turned to Alyssa, "What's your take?"

"I'd love for it to happen," she said, "I never knew I had a mother, so being in contact with her regularly would be a nice thing. I know you have the resources to help make it a success. Between Kelly's family and you, this could be a good business opportunity."

She paused, and I waited for the next sentence.

"If we can be sure the influence of the Priesthood stays away," she finished, then tacked on, "Making this work, means none of the old business. Rebekah thinks she can clear the books of the corrupt organizations. Deacon had her keeping all the books. It might cause some ruffled feathers in Nevada though."

"We can figure that out," I said, not having any idea how. 

Still it was an intriguing proposition. To redeem this place and make it part of our new family, and under our protection seemed like the right thing to do. It might be a good base for taking care of others that had gotten into the sex trade, like Jenn, and wanted a way out. I was interested, and thankful for the opportunity to help Rebekah and the other families remaining.

"What do we need to do before we leave?" I asked.

"Nothing," Alyssa said, "Kelly called her mother back, and introduced her to Rebekah. They chatted for a while. Betsy agreed to run point on this, and has some contacts in Missoula that can help get things started. Funding is an issue, but she didn't think it would be a problem. She doesn't even know the resources you have available." 

"So we can leave whenever we want to?" I asked, and looked around.

"Yes," Alyssa said, "Rebekah has our contact information, and can call Betsy if she needs anything. In about a week, if everything works out, Betsy can have a full-time contractor onsite that can oversee construction. He's a close friend, so he can also be available to help. There is nothing keeping us here."

"Okay, then where to?" I asked, and looked around, the table.

Jenn was looking around, confused by everything we'd just talked about. I chuckled to myself, even being plugged into our mental web, the background just was missing. 

"Jenn," I said, and she looked up at me, "I think we need to get you upto date with our family and our business."

Alyssa took the lead, and started explaining things. I sat back and observed. The other girls chimed in with their perspectives. Soon Jenn's face brightened as she understood where everyone fit. She nodded when Kelly told her about our house project and repurposing a college apartment house to a Bed & Breakfast. She listened attentively to each of the others tell how they fit into our family and our start-up business. I realized listening to them talk, how serious they all had taken to the challenge of starting a Bed & Breakfast. Their ability to self-manage things amazed me. 

Then Jenn looked at me, and bashfully asked, "Where do I fit into all of that?"

"Where do you want to fit?" I parried, "We don't want to pull you into something that might be too much for you. What are you worried about?"

"Well first off," Jenn said, "This past couple of weeks has been ruinous to my classes at college. Getting hospitalized after you met Kelly put a damper on my grades for first term. One of the reasons I hooked up with Michael, or Carl, or whatever... was he could distract me from how messed up my school life had become."

"I can help you through that," Alyssa said, "Do you want to stay at your school?"

"No," Jenn said flatly, "Even before this all happened, I wasn't happy there. Like Lexi, I came from the foster system. I don't really answer to a mother or a father. I was making okay grades, but I think I need a fresh start."

"So," Kelly asked, a bit surprised, "You're quitting school?" 

"Yeah," Jenn said, "At least for a while. I need to figure out what I want to do. What I want most is to stay with you guys. I don't know how to do that, though."

"You stay with us," I said, "It's pretty simple. We have to drive back the way we came, We can stop by and pick up anything you need from your dorm room. Where is the rest of your stuff?"

"That's pretty much it," Jenn said, her face brightening, "My clothes and books, and things in my dorm. I've learned to travel light. Are you sure you want to bring me along? Sounds like you have your hands full, a wedding in a little over two weeks?"

I looked around, and the four other girls nodded, "You are one of us," I said, "I don't know how, really. It just happened, just like everyone else here. We're connected. It would hurt to separate from you now. Like it or not, you're attached to us."

"I think I like it," she smiled, "For as much as I thought I liked what the shit head was selling, in the back of my mind it always felt wrong. I was in a bad place. Since I've been with you all, that feeling hasn't entered my mind once. I can't explain it, but I feel whole..."

She smiled and her eyes filled a bit with tears. Over on her side of the cabin, Lexi leaned over and hugged her, and Carmen kissed her forehead. On our side, Kelly and Alyssa leaned into me and we just pushed as much love as we could across the table. After a moment, Kelly leaned towards Jenn.

"Jenn," she said, softly, "I remember talking a lot with you, when I lived in the dorms. How you listened to me go on and on about my dream wedding. I was a bit naive back then, I had no idea you were attracted to me. My eyes have opened to many new thoughts and feelings. My friendship with you has changed, and I love you as much as I love my other sisters. I want you to be a bridesmaid, will you do me the honor?"

Jenn just started crying at that, nodding, and pushing her way past Lexi to hug Kelly tightly, "Of course, oh yes!!"

I smiled at the thought, then started doing the math. That was now four bridesmaids, and ... I didn't have any groomsman. Alyssa and Kelly pushed some comforting thoughts as I stewed over the problem. Jerry would be a natural fit, as would Ron. The other two, I'd have to check with my other friends from my team at school. I could find two, but were they in town over the summer. The small civil ceremony that I had originally planned for Alyssa and me had morphed into a large production. I didn't even know who to invite. The four girls sent humorous thoughts my way.

"Don't worry, Papi," Carmen said, "We'll help you out."

"Mom's already invited a ton of people," Kelly said, "She's talked with Uncle Tommy and he got a list together for your family friends. You worry about some silly things, Love."

"So you're really going to marry, Jeremiah?" Jenn asked, "and all of us will be right at your side?"

Kelly nodded, "I know it's weird, but I wouldn't want it any other way."

"What I'm saying and committing to Kelly," I said, reminding them, "I'm committing to each of you. As long as everyone is happy with it."

In the back of my mind, I tried to sequester a private thought, "Wasn't this all a bit fast, four months ago I knew none of these women. Now, I'm committing myself to a lifelong relationship, formally to one, and echoing that same commitment to four others."

Alyssa leaned close to me, whispering, "You're leaking, lover," she smiled and kissed my cheek, "We'll figure it out. We always do."

"I'll admit," I confessed loud enough for everyone to hear, "I have my worries. I'm as new to this as all of you. I feel responsible for all of you. Sometimes I think too much inside my own mind, when I should be talking out loud to all of you. I'll need all of you to continue to talk with me about your troubles too."

They all nodded, understanding. Our mental matrix was helpful for many things, but it wasn't the same as working an issue out by talking about it. We needed to continue to do that to be healthy, even while being connected emotionally. 

"Okay," I said, "Is there anything else we need to talk about?"

The girls looked at each other, then back to me. Each one quietly shook their head, but Carmen spoke first.

"The RV park back in Missoula is a good first start," Carmen said, "We will need to dump tanks again. They have a pool, and I don't know about you, but I'd love to have a nice swim."

Alyssa and Kelly nodded at each of the comments, then looked at me with nothing to add.

"Okay," I said, "Let's go say a formal goodbye to Rebekah and head back to Missoula."

It didn't take long to say good bye. Although Rebekah appeared completely different than when we met her, she was ready to start the next chapter. She welcomed our assistance, and assured me that she'd be in contact with Betsy. I gave her Uncle Thomas' number too, if she had any thing she needed to call him directly. I made a mental note to give Thomas a call when we stopped to camp.

Within thirty minutes we were pulling out of the compound, past the still smoldering remains of the meeting hall. I wondered what this place would look like in a year. We cruised down the country road, and then through the small town of Pinebluff, headed north to Missoula.

Present: Jeremiah

"Dad!?" came Zac's voice, "Beth's parents are here, they want to talk with you and Mom."

It took a moment for the words to register fully in our post-coital bliss. Then one by one we all hurriedly sat up and slid off the bed. Each heading to find their discarded clothes. The only one with the proper clothes to wear was Jenn, the rest of us had dressed in the dressing room. We couldn't just saunter out in our selected fetish wear. Carmen and Lexi didn't have anything to wear except for collars.

Alyssa pushed a thought, as I was pulling up my leather shorts. I finished the chore, trying not to make my slightly engorged cock look obscene through the thin leather.

"Hey, uh, Zac?" I called through the doors, "We'll need a minute, can you take Beth's parents up and we'll meet them in the back in a few minutes."

"Duh, Dad," he called, "They aren't down here, Beth's with them up on the deck by the pool."

I opened the door and slid through the opening. Zac didn't need to see his mother, and the other girls in their fetish wear either. He looked me up and down, lifted a brow, then didn't mention my appearance. I was covered with a sheen of sweat, my leather shorts bulged from a not quite completely flaccid penis. He shook his head and looked at me.

"I don't want to know," he said, "I knew you were all here, because your cars were all present. I told Beth's parents you were probably down in the gym. So I came down alone. You probably should take a quick shower, pop."

I nodded and grinned, "You're probably right," I said, "How did the conversation with Beth's parents go? Are they still being difficult?"

"They are not as angry," he offered, "but they wanted to meet my parents and have a face to face. I thought it would be a good time. I tried calling and texting, but you didn't answer."

"My phone's in the locker room," I said, "Sorry, about that. You go on up and offer them some snacks. Mom and I will be along shortly."

I watched him leave the room, then knocked on the door to give the all clear signal. Carmen's head popped out, looking around the gym, then she and Lexi hurried to the locker room in only their collars. Alyssa and Kelly were almost dressed, and followed along, showing a lot of lovely flesh. Jenn popped out last, and raised up on her toes to kiss me.

"I'll show myself out, Jeremiah," she said with a smile, "I feel so much better. I promise I won't be so long next time."

I hugged her tightly, then said, "I need to do a better job too, I should've checked on you before you got so bad. Forgive me?"

"Of course," she smiled and kissed me again, fully and warmly, "We're still connected."

She left with a spring in her step, and I was glad we had the time to help her out. I slipped into the locker room and shed my shorts, stepping into the shower near Kelly. The shower area was completely open, with no stalls, just a collection of spray heads, and half wall of glass. All of us could shower at the same time, and we did that now. Lexi and Carmen showered quickly, then redressed in some exercise clothes. 

"What's the gameplan?" Kelly asked, "I didn't think we'd be talking to them so soon."

"We'll have to play it by ear," I said, "We've done it before with unannounced guests."

"I'll be right behind you two," Alyssa said, shampooing her hair, "I need to get this out of my hair, or it won't look right."

I blushed as I realized what she was washing out, and smiled at the remembrance of the final act of our family orgy. I washed Kelly's back and then turned and she did the same for me. In a few moments we were out and toweling dry. We put on some sportswear and Kelly pulled her hair back into a damp pony tail, and we headed up the steps.

"I must look horrible," she said, "No time for makeup, or drying my hair."

I chuckled, "You look incredible as always, " sometimes she forgot her own supernatural ability and how alluring it made her, "Remember you are a sex angel."

She gave me a dark look, "Even sex angels have their required rituals."

I decided it was better to just agree with her, "I'm sure they'll understand given the nature of their drop-in visit."

I opened the door and let Kelly lead the way onto the patio. Beth was sitting next to her mother, with Zac beside Beth. They all rose as Kelly stepped closer to the table they were sitting around. Lexi and Carmen had brought out some snacks and a pitcher of iced tea, and had excused themselves. 

"Hello," Kelly greeted brightly, "I'm sorry to keep you waiting, we were down in our gym working out, I hope you haven't had to wait long."

"Not long at all," said Beth's father smiling brightly, "I'm Brad, Brad Bentley, Elizabeth's my daughter."

He paused taking Kelly's offered hand, and smiling at her. Then got elbowed in the gut by his wife, before introducing her.

"And this is my wife, Janice,"

"I'm Kelly," Kelly said, "and this is my husband Jeremiah."

It was Janice turn to take a moment as I took her hand and raised it to my lips, "A pleasure Janice," then shaking Brad's arm firmly looking him in the eye, "Brad, welcome to my home."

"Quite a place you have here," Brad said, "Thank you for the refreshments."

"Thank you," I said, "I've worked pretty hard to be able to enjoy a nice place to relax with my family when I'm not working. And sometimes I end up working while I'm at home. Isn't that the way it usually is?"

Brad nodded, and sat back down. I was used to people feeling a bit envious of my wealth. It was one of the reasons I hesitated moving to such a large mansion. It served a few purposes, beyond just allowing the five of us to live together without too many raised eyebrows. 

"Well," Janice said a bit shortly, as she caught Brad looking at Kelly again, "It's not a social call. We are both a bit upset by the behavior of your son."

"Of course," I said, "We have our concerns too. Though they are both old enough to make adult decisions, they might have rushed into something without weighing all the consequences."