Jacob Bourque was frustrated with his life. He was a senior in high school, somewhat athletic, relatively good-looking, intelligent, even talented, but had absolutely no luck with women. He had three gorgeous young sisters who had exactly the opposite problem: they always had men swarming around them, but according to rumor all were still virgins. Jake thought it bitterly ironic that he lived with three gorgeous women (four if he included his mother; she was nearing forty, but still very attractive) that were completely unattainable to him.
Genny and Mickey were 15-year-old identical twins, with long, straight blond hair down to their tight asses. They both had blazing green eyes, which Jake (and a lot of other guys) found sexy as hell, and exquisitely beautiful bodies. The only problem was, both of them were arrogant bitches, convinced that beauty equaled superiority, and to date nobody had proven them wrong. As far back as Jake could remember, no one had even tried.
17-year old Courtney looked like the "mailman's kid." She was the only one in the family with wavy, reddish hair, although it was more auburn than red. Her body was even more curvaceous than the twins', of which she was rather smug and they were intensely jealous. Jake's parents often had to break up the three due to malice-laden insults riddling the air. It never turned to blows, but it still reminded Jake of that saying "three cats in a burlap bag." Luckily, his parents made enough that they each had their own rooms.
Still, Courtney was relatively easy to get along with, she was always relaxed (except when making cuts at the twins), with a kind of lazy seductive heat that she loved to use on men, even (or maybe especially) Jake. Easy to get along with, but hardly easy to deal with. She didn't think she was superior, but she did know that she could get just about anything from just about any man with one of her "come hither" gazes. Jake knew that a lot of people thought she was a slut because of her apparent sensual knowledge, but to date nobody had admitted to getting to anything more than first base.
Jake, on the other hand, had made it all the way through high school without ever even having a quasi-serious girlfriend. He had no idea what he was doing wrong, but it frustrated him to no end. He had beautiful girls around him all day long, and most were friendly, even warm, and yet each one seemed to consider him either completely harmless or "just a friend". It was absolutely maddening. He sometimes felt like he was casting some kind of mental field around himself, instructing all available girls, "This is not the guy for you!" He would not find out for a long time how close to the truth that was.
A large blond man with a body like Atlas lay supine in the center of a round room. Around his naked form traced a circular design channeling matrices of psychic energy directly into his body. A circle of robed men and women stood silently, surrounding him at a radius of exactly seven paces, watching.
Brent opened his eyes. The nimbus that had surrounded his body, visible only to the Adepts in the chamber, slowly faded away.
The Circle waited patiently for Brent to regain his bearings. He was the most powerful Seer in the world, perhaps the most powerful ever, and deserved the respect due his rank. Still, several of the Circle had started to shift their feet impatiently as the minutes dragged on and no sound emerged from the blond man. Thus, several of them jumped when he abruptly broke his own silence with his announcement.
"The Spirit of Ykir said that he had chosen his vessel before the end of the Second Age. He will not be dissuaded from his course. Ykir said that it is not our place to criticize his judgement, but to obey as we have always done. He was rather irritated," Brent continued slowly, "that we even tried to change his plans. He left no doubt in me that he would be angry should we try to alter things any more." As one, the Circle hissed its collective displeasure. This was not good news. Many of the Adepts had gained their power over centuries, and were not happy about the idea of a boy, barely whelped, suddenly invoking the Spirit of Ykir. It was undeserved. It was inappropriate. More so, it was unfair. But to deny Ykir was to deny the power he had given them, to betray him was to die an unimaginably horrible death. What choice did they have? Brent sighed and stood up. "Let us prepare for his arrival. He will have enemies before he can protect himself." As he walked out the door, he missed the suddenly speculative looks on several faces, almost as if he had suggested a possibility they had not previously considered.
Jake was a pretty good student. He never failed to get straight A's and B's, he liked reading, and he normally got along with his teachers. Not all of them, though. Ms. Christina Hawson, for some inexplicable reason, had it out for Jake in a big way. The other students thought it was pretty funny, the way this normally nice teacher, only a few years older than Jake himself, and quite attractive in her own right, was an absolute bitch to exactly one person, without any apparent reason. Jake didn't think it was funny. Jake hated Calc class with her. She would pick him only for answers she was sure he did not know, and ridicule him for not giving it correctly. Almost daily, she exploded into a public tirade about teenage males and their immature behavior, always thinking with their "nether regions".all the while looking with burning blue eyes straight at Jake. If only she knew how little experience Jake had had with his "nether region." He hated it, but there was nothing he could do about it-he needed the calculus class to get into Princeton. As far as he was concerned, she was just a neurotic woman that must have dated a guy that looked like him. Poor guy.
This morning, a sunny Friday in May, as he walked into class, he almost didn't see her malevolent stare as he headed to his seat. His headache that had come on suddenly that morning was distracting him greatly. His whole head seemed filled with cotton, and it felt like there were hammers trying to escape the confines of his skull in all directions. Strangely enough, the pain managed to distract him from his dread of Ms. Hawson, which he considered a small but potent blessing.
The bell rang, and Ms. Hawson stood up from her desk, instructing the class to pass up their homework. So far, so good, Jake thought. She hasn't yet started in on me. He knew that some of his friends took bets as to how long they would get in the period before Ms. Hawson exploded. Jake supposed that if her ire wasn't directed towards him, he might be betting himself, but as it was, he tried to avoid any sort of confrontation with her whatsoever. Still, he had to admit she was good to look at. Her body was smooth, with a nice "C" cup, long brown hair to the middle of her back, and a cute face.
Alas, peace was not to last. As soon as Ms. Hawson started her lesson, Jake, out of habit, looked at the clock on the wall to see how much longer he would have to endure. Ms. Hawson caught his glance and immediately stopped in midsentence. "Mr. Bourque, I see that I have already lost you. Or perhaps you think you already know today's lesson?" Jake sighed and settled down further into his seat as the other students suppressed giggles. Here we go again! "I am tired of you always glancing at the clock. I'm sure you have some hot date with a girl and can't wait to have your way with her, but it will wait until I am finished my class! I never have to speak to anyone else in this class but you! Why are you always trying to start trouble? This is a learning environment, and at least some of the students in this room want to better themselves. I know all you want to do is go around sticking your cock into anything with breasts, but don't assume-" She cut off as several of the girls in the class gasped at this foul language spewing forth from Ms. Hawson's mouth and she tried to regain her composure.
Composure was not in it for Jake. He had had enough. What was normally misery at the endless humiliation was, through his fuzzy thoughts, filtered into a towering rage. And yet, that rage only seemed to straighten out his thinking. One thought roared through his mind: This bitch was insolent, and she would learn to pay him respect. Slowly he stood up. The rage heated in Ms. Hawson's eyes as she saw him for the first time overtly challenge her. "Mister Bourque, what is that you think you are doi-"
"Shut up." So quiet, so calm, yet inside he was an inferno. "You have annoyed me for the last time. You will treat me with the respect due me as your superior, or you will wish you had." The classroom was dead quiet. Nobody even breathed as the students and Ms. Hawson stared at him in shock. Smoothly, he glided up to her until she was looking directly up into his smoldering eyes. Looking down upon her, he realized, somewhat incidentally, that she was about three inches shorter than he was. She had always seemed so intimidating before, but now she was little more than an insect to be quashed as he saw fit. It seemed she had come to a similar realization herself, as the anger drained from her face and was replaced by fear and a peculiar dread.
It only took a moment for her to drop her eyes and mumble an apology, with even a hint of a curtsy. She stepped back, with her eyes still lowered, waiting for him to break the silence. Still in his bubble of rage, he purposefully sat back down and instructed Ms. Hawson to continue. Her face nearly glowing red in humiliation, she turned back to the board and slowly began where she left off. It was several moments before the stunned students began to turn their attention back on their teacher.
It took a bit for Jake to recover, too. His mind was reeling. What happened? He knew beyond the shadow of a doubt she would no longer trouble him. It was almost as if she had expected him to blow up like that, and was afraid of what might happen when he did. It was pretty obvious that she was still angry with him, but that anger was tempered with a healthy dose of fear. Jake rather liked that.
That class was the quickest Calc class he ever experienced. Even though it felt good, he didn't feel right about humiliating her in front of her students like that. Being as Calc was the last class of the day, he decided to stay afterwards and apologize to her. The class was already into its homework when the end-of-day bell rang. The kids shot up out of their chairs and made a mad dash for the door to start their weekend. Jake lingered behind. He had driven to school since he got his car a few months back and wasn't too worried about being late getting back home. After all, wasn't like he had a date or anything. In less than 30 seconds, the classroom was empty except for the two of them.
Ms. Hawson was looking in her lesson plan for the next week. She hadn't even noticed Jake's presence. Quietly Jake walked over to her and opened his mouth. Ms. Hawson jerked her head up in a startled gasp, her eyes wide with horror. She seemed desperate to speak but no words passed her lips. Concerned, Jake tried to calm her down with little "shushing" motions. He felt guilty for scaring her so badly.
Finally Ms. Hawson regained her voice, but would not make eye contact with him. "S-Sir, I-I'm sorry. It wo-won't happen again. I swear to you! Never! Please." She actually started to sniffle! Now Jake felt horrible-what had he done to this woman? What was she afraid he was going to do?
"Please calm down, Ms. Hawson! I'm only here to tell you something."
"Yes, Lord?" She asked, her voice barely audible, her eyes downcast. She abruptly looked.submissive. And Jake found it incredibly erotic. Suddenly wondering how far he could push her, (her little saying about thinking with his "nether regions" quickly passed through his mind) he put his hand on hers across the desk and pulled her up. She stood, eyes still looking at his feet, the desk between them. Still holding her hand, he guided her around it and backed up until he was sitting at one of the student's desks. Without prompting, she knelt before him, a miserable, hopeless expression on her face. Letting go of her hand, he situated himself sideways on the chair, one arm propped up on the desk, and one on the back of the chair. Then he waited for her to make eye contact again. It took about ten seconds for her to get the courage to look in his eyes. When she did, he put on the blankest mask he could, hoping she would draw her own conclusions, hoping that those conclusions were what he hoped they would be. She stared into his eyes for a good long time, a look of pleading evident in her features. Jake did not react. Slowly she closed her eyes, blinking away tears, and nodded slowly. Still, it was surprising to see her open the fly of his jeans.
"My God!" Jake thought. "I can't believe this is really going to happen!" But sure enough, she slowly, gently worked his cock out of his pants, and then, after one final hesitation, deliberately lowered her mouth onto his rock-hard erection. She wasn't a very good cocksucker, but she seemed to be getting better with each stroke. It was like she'd never done it before, which Jake found impossible to believe. Still, the sensation was absolutely glorious. As his cock slid in and out of her mouth, her tongue flicked against its head, and she cupped his balls in her hand, fondling them gently. He knew if he let her continue for much longer, he was gonna come in her mouth. For some reason, that idea didn't appeal to him.
"Wait, hold on, Ms. Haw-Christina. Hold on." She paused, her mouth still partly covering his dick, and looked at him quizzically. Seeing how well it had worked before, he gave her that blank look again, once more hoping she would take it to the next level. From her sudden paling, he knew she understood. Slowly she stood up. "Do you want me to remove my clothes, Lord?" She asked humbly.
Success! "Oh, absolutely, Christina-hmmm, that name sounds so formal; I'll call you Tina. Yes, Tina, I would like you to remove your clothes." She nodded (again) silently (again) and slowly unbuttoned her tan blouse. As she shrugged it onto the floor, she kicked off her shoes and socks and started working out of her black slacks. He got a good look at the body her clothes had hinted at but never revealed, and decided that she was a good person to claim as his first lay. Soon her slacks joined the floor with her blouse, and all that was left were her panties and bra. Jake indicated for her to stop. Confusion bloomed on her face, but she stopped immediately. Jake reached up and fondled her breasts through the bra. She shuddered but didn't flinch away. Noticing the clasps on the front, he undid them and allowed his first touch of real-life tits as they fairly burst free of their restraint.
Jake played with them for a few minutes, and then.his hands slowly stroked down to her panties. Once again she shuddered, and a moan also escaped her lips. Jake looked up sharply at her, but her eyes were closed and she seemed to be concentrating on something. Concentrating on what? Letting him do this? Hooking his fingers on the sides of her panties, he slid them down her legs.
As he moved his hands down, he got a good look at Tina's pussy. It was dark, but neatly trimmed, and her lips were plainly visible through the hair. His cock was getting even harder as he brought her panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of them, placing a hand on his shoulder to balance herself. Jake took the panties and was going to stick them in his pocket as a momento of this encounter, when he noticed they were soaking wet. He was shocked-that only happened to women who were sexually excited-right? He slipped a finger between her pussy lips. Sure enough, she was soaked; ready for the taking. He stood up, caressing her now naked form. He waited for her to make eye contact.
When she finally did, she gazed in his eyes for a long moment, then seemed to come to some sort of decision. She nodded once again, looking much more at peace than the last few times she had acceded to his desires. This time, she took his hand and led him to her desk. Quickly she cleared off everything from her desk, (a calendar, her lesson plan, and a pen jar- it was pretty Spartan) and, looking steadfastly into his eyes, lay down on it with her legs spread wide. Jake needed no further invitation. Kicking off his shoes, and shucking off his jeans and underwear in seconds, he joined her on the desk. Positioning him, Tina guided his member into her waiting mound, never taking her eyes off his. It was disturbing to see the calm and peace in her face, as if she now wanted nothing more than to please him. It was exciting as hell; yet, exciting as it was, nothing he knew of her had prepared him for the next realization. As he entered her, he almost immediately felt a resistance; he knew instinctively that it was her maidenhead-the idea that he was fucking a virgin was like icing on this already delicious cake. Tina wrapped her smooth legs around him and pulled him into her. He could feel her hymen give way to his iron-hard dick.
Jake started to work a rhythm inside her, and her hips responded in kind. Soon she was grunting as loudly as he was, straining to get more of him inside her, nuzzling his throat as she pressed her tits into his chest and chanting a litany "My Lord My Lord." over and over again. Within minutes, her words turned into a steady groan that got louder and higher pitched as he came closer to blowing his load in her virgin cunt. It wasn't long before Jake felt orgasm approaching. His whole body tensed, and he started pumping at a marathon pace. Tina began to clench his cock with her pussy muscles as hard as she could as she, too, rode to a massive orgasm. Finally, with a loud groan, he shot a load of come into her warm, wet vagina. Feeling him spurt deep inside her, she shrieked as the release of orgasm hit her.
Jake stayed inside her for several minutes after he came. Her tight pussy felt so good around his cock. Tina seemed more than happy to let him stay there as long as he wanted, but reality started crowding around him, the fact that they were in a public school classroom, and the fact was that janitors would probably be along any minute to clean up. It was time to go. Reluctantly, he withdrew, and started putting his clothes back on.
Tina, a.k.a. Ms. Hawson, asked him in a quiet voice, "Do you wish for me to dress, too, my Lord?" Jake looked over at her, half tempted to tell her no, but nodded. He wondered about this "my Lord" thing. There was a story here that he did not yet know, but he also knew that in time, he would. In the meantime, he was sure to spend quite a few late night "study sessions" with his new favorite teacher.
Jake couldn't sleep. It was one o'clock in the morning, but he wasn't even the slightest bit tired. He had spent the last three hours staring at the ceiling, remembering his encounter with Tina that afternoon. It was incredible, but it was also scary as hell. He couldn't understand why she had acted the way she did. She had been a bitch up until he called her out for it, and then suddenly, she was the most submissive... something. His mind shied away from the words "love slave." But she certainly seemed to fit the description. He wondered how she would act towards him tomorrow.
He thought it might have been psychic powers of some kind, but when he tried to test it out by making Courtney come on to him, nothing had happened. She hadn't so much as glanced at him all night. Sometimes Jake felt guilty about fantasizing of his sisters, but each of them were hot, and he could admit, at least to himself, that he would fuck the hell out of them if he thought he could get away with it.
Still, it didn't look like that was going to happen. Sometimes fantasy was better than reality. And sometimes fantasy BECAME reality-case in point, Tina.
Sighing, Jake got up out of bed. Maybe a glass of milk would help. He quietly walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. As he opened up the fridge and grabbed the carton, he heard the something in the living room. After a pause, he identified the noise as the television. Jake frowned. His parents didn't like it when someone left the TV on. It was almost an automatic lecture about wasting electricity. Quickly he poured himself a glass and sauntered into the room to shut it off, taking a sip from his glass. His glass stayed at his lips for longer than he expected as he froze in surprise. Courtney was sitting in the middle of the couch, watching-was it? It was! A porno! Jake barely stopped himself from laughing out loud. Acting on some brazen impulse, he decided to watch it with her. He had already started moving when he realized that his head was feeling funny again-the same way he felt when he had his way with Tina that afternoon.
Softly placing the glass on the curio cabinet, he casually strolled the rest of the way into the room. He had almost sat down right next to Courtney before she even realized he was there. She gasped, but he purposefully didn't make eye contact, instead choosing to watch the porno as he tried to act like he just came in to watch a sitcom with her. She stared at him, speechless, not knowing what to do. Jake continued to ignore her.
"Was the TV too loud?" she asked after she had recovered from the shock somewhat.
"Hmm? No, just couldn't sleep. Is this one of Mom and Dad's?" He asked nonchalantly.
"No, it's-" she stopped, confounded by his behavior. "It's mine. I have a small collection." This last statement she made in a rush, getting it out but nervous as to how he would take it.
Jake's eyebrows rose. "A whole collection? Where do you keep them?" This was honest curiosity-he didn't know where she could hide more than two or three in her room without fear of discovery by their parents.
Courtney considered him for a minute. Finally, she said, "You'll laugh." Jake laughed right then. "So?"
She laughed with him, a bit ruefully. "Yeah. I stuck them in the roof of Yeller's house."
Jake couldn't help it. He laughed. Yeller was their mutt they had found almost dead on the street about five years ago. Only after much begging and pleading, their parents had agreed to let Yeller stay with them. They had taken the clubhouse they had built the year before, and with a few changes, converted it into a luxury house for their new dog. As a clubhouse, they had put in an "attic", so that it resembled a miniature house. Yeller died the next year, but they still considered it "Yeller's house."
Courtney grimaced. "I knew you'd laugh."
"Yeah. Heh. Well, I never would have thought of it. And that means Mom and Dad probably never thought of it either. Good spot. I'll have to remember that." Jack returned his attention to the movie. Now he understood why she was always so well-versed in the sensuality arena. This and romance books were all a young woman needed.
After a few minutes of watching, he became aware that she was watching him, and not the movie. For some reason, all he could feel was amusement at this, yet he could not help but be aware of her intense scrutiny. Jake concentrated on the movie. It wasn't too bad, and he was getting embarrassingly hard watching it, yet he didn't want to draw attention to his responding anatomy by shifting position.
"It's begun to come to you, hasn't it, Jake?" She whispered. A chill ran down Jake's spine. She knew something. Something about what had happened today, something that was continuing to happen. He decided to try and play it for all it was worth.
"Yeah. What do you know about it?"
"I... not as much as I wished. I knew I would eventually be called to serve, and I knew how I would serve, but I really don't know how much of you will be...you. You still look the same, but you feel different. Your attitude is more confident, more, Oh I don't know, more "take charge." Does that make sense?"
It made no sense at all, but he wasn't about to let on to that fact. Jake leaned back on the couch and looked over at her. "And how are you to serve, sister mine?" He asked, curious, but also hoping she would "serve" as Tina had-and feeling guilty for the hope at the same time.
Courtney gazed back at him. "I am to serve as your concubine... My Lord. It is my duty to pleasure and relax you." She took a deep breath, steeling herself. "Do you... do you want me to begin my service?"
Jake couldn't believe it. It took all of his concentration to keep his face under control. She looked hesitant but... eager? Yes! She really WANTED to fuck him! This was GREAT! When he was sure he had his voice under control, he said, in a conversational tone, "Why, certainly, Courtney. I could definitely go for some... relaxation."
Courtney nearly leaped off the sofa to kneel between his legs. As she started to pull his sweats down, she grinned up at him. "I've been waiting for this for the last two years! Let me know what pleases you best, okay?" Jake only nodded, having lost control of his voice again. As his cock sprang free of his underwear, he could hear her murmur under her breath, "Here we go!" and the she sucked it into her mouth.
This was even better than Tina was! She had a good idea of what she was doing, and from the start she was trying her best to please him! She alternated between licking all around his cock and deepthroating his dick so far down that her chin came to rest on his balls. He moved her thick red hair out of the way to see her head pistoning up and down at a smooth, rhythmic pace. Every few seconds, she'd look up at him, with excitement fairly dancing in her eyes. Jake leaned his head back and closed his eyes as he let his sexy sister give him head.
Abruptly, she stopped. Frowning, Jake looked up to see her standing before him. Her hips were bumping to the razzy beat of the porno's soundtrack, and she gave Jake a sultry stare and winked as she slowly pulled the robe off her body. As it slid down her body, he could see her lacy underwear and matching bra underneath. The bra was gradually unclasped and soon it was just her hands covering her large tits. She danced for a few minutes like that, just to tantalize him, and then turned around and bent over. With her hips still swinging to the beat, she began to work the panties down her legs.
The whole thing reminded Jake of his afternoon adventure, something he was sure was not a coincidence, but that didn't stop it from being a simply awesome experience. He reached up and caressed the flawless flesh of her ass, as she looked back at him and grinned. Then, getting impatient, he put his other hand on her and slowly turned her around. He wanted to play with those huge tits. She let herself be turned around, and bent down to kiss him. Jake opened his mouth and felt her tongue slide past his lips. The idea of french kissing his sister was intensely erotic. As they kissed, he reached up and fondled those magnificent breasts, gently twisting the nipples to hardness as she moaned in his mouth. After a moment, she broke the kiss. Still with that heated look, she placed her knees by his hips and lowered herself onto his shaft, and immediately started fucking him wildly. Jake could tell that Courtney was trying to hold her excitement at a low volume to avoid waking everyone upstairs, but it seemed to be getting harder for her to do.
Jake pulled her bucking body closer to him so that he could suck on those wonderful globes. He sucked, kissed, and licked as he felt pressure starting to build in his loins. He tried to warn Courtney he was about to come, but tits surrounded his face. He managed a muffled, "Mrmph!" before he blew his second load of the day into his own sister. Apparently she could feel his orgasm, because less than five seconds later she was screaming into his mouth as her whole body started spasming.
The two of them just sat there for a while recovering. Then, after Courtney caught her breath, she sighed happily, got off him, and started cleaning his cock-with her mouth! If he wasn't so spent from his earlier encounter with Tina, he would have been rarin' to go once again, but he just asked her to stop for right now. She seemed disappointed, but didn't argue. He noticed that there seemed to be blood around her lips-blood from her pussy. He hadn't even noticed, but she must have been a virgin, too. God! This was too much. Giving her a friendly kiss good night (only a little tongue) he took his leave and went to bed.
Unfortunately, he now had more questions than before. What was happening? How did he figure in all this? He knew he needed some more answers, and quickly. His last thought, as he closed his eyes, was wondering when he'd get the opportunity to see Tina go down on Courtney. But that was for another day.
It was almost a month before people started to notice the changes in Jake. His teachers began to notice that he didn't seem to pay attention in class anymore, not that it affected his grades at all. If anything, his test scores improved, despite the fact that he never took notes and always seemed to be staring into space. His friends were irritated at the way he seemed somewhat aloof, like he was distancing himself from them. Everyone noticed the way Ms. Hawthorne treated him- like a willing slave treated a master. Apparently, there had been some talk among the faculty of an investigation into her behavior towards this one student, but Jake wasn't too worried. He didn't want Tina to lose her job, so he knew that somehow, for some reason, she wouldn't.
The changes weren't only to his attitude. When his teachers saw him staring off into space, he was in actuality reveling at what his senses were revealing to him. He could hear someone's heart beat across a classroom, or count how many girls were wearing which type of perfume-from his seat. His eyesight sharpened incredibly, to the point where he no longer bothered with turning on lights in a dark room, and sometimes he forgot to turn on his headlights until some poor panicked driver honked at him. He could count the hairs off someone's mustache at a hundred paces.
He had chosen not to reveal some of the other changes. For one thing, it had shaken him pretty badly when, without thinking, he had lifted his car off a piece of paper he had accidentally parked on. That was the point that he actually realized how much he was changing, and it scared him-but he was no fool. He knew things were happening that, while beyond explanation, were going to make his life one hell of a fun time. He was excited at the prospect.
His parents never noticed anything different between him and Courtney, even though he usually got at least a blow job daily from her. Once in a while, when his parents were going to be late coming home, he invited Tina over and fucked her silly, often with Courtney watching and rubbing herself. His parents never noticed-but the twins sure did. For one thing, when Jake let his displeasure at the constant bickering between Courtney and the twins be known, Courtney immediately shut up. They certainly noticed THAT. They also noticed how their bitching didn't seem to bother Jake any more, in fact, it was like they were beneath his notice. Throughout their whole lives, the twins had never been ignored. It was almost more than they could stand. They didn't know the exact nature of the new relationship between their older siblings, but they knew something out of the ordinary was going on, and they didn't like it.
Jake was completely aware of their consternation, and it pleased him to no end. He made sure the twins never got to see anything compromising, all the while making sure they saw enough to keep them guessing. They were so ignorant! Every time he thought about it, he broke out in a chuckle. Like now, in the middle of lunch.
The rest of the kids at the table looked at him. They didn't know how to deal with the "new Jake." One of Jake's oldest pals, Gary Sheppard, took another stab at drawing out the increasingly reticent Jake into conversation. "Hey, man, what's so funny?"
Jake looked at Gary in surprise. He hadn't been aware of chuckling aloud. Jake was rather irritated at the interruption of his thoughts, but a friend deserved attention. "I was thinking of my sister's antics. They can't figure out what's going on with me, and it makes them nervous." There. That should satisfy his curiosity. But Gary surprised him again.
"What is going on with you? Hey, man, we've been pals since what, the first grade? And for the last month I've barely been able to get two words out of you, like you're too good for my company or something, and it's starting to piss me off."
Jake looked hard at Gary for the first time since he had started to feel the changes in him. And then he felt guilty. Gary deserved to know what was happening.
"Well, let's see, Gary... About a month ago, things just started happening for me. Good things. And now... sometimes I lose sight of the normal things, 'cause everything's going totally different now. Does that make sense?"
"Hmm...nope. But at least you're talking again. That's a plus. What kind of good things? Like Ms. Hawthorne practically curtsying every time you so much as walk by? That kind of thing?"
Jake grinned. "Yeah. Like that. That's not all she does either." Jake held Gary's eyes until his suggestion registered.
"No way." It was almost a whisper.
Jake chuckled again and looked away. "Yeah. Tell that to anyone and you're thru." His tone left no doubt he was serious. Gary nodded carefully. He understood. Suddenly his friend of ten years managed to look menacing. That must be another one of those changes...
"Anyway, that's just one of many thing that're happening with me. I can usually get my way in just about everything I want. It's a pretty groovy scene, man." He said with a lopsided smile.
Gary grinned back at him skeptically. "Prove it."
Jake's eyebrow rose at the challenge as he scanned the crowd in the cafeteria. "All right, I will. Pick a good looking single girl in here, and I will have her sucking my cock by tonight." He looked back over at Gary as he started to laugh disbelievingly. "Tell you what. By tomorrow night I'll have her sucking YOUR cock-but don't ever forget she's my creature. Now, pick a girl, any girl..." He said, waving his hand across the packed room.
Jake felt a moment's uneasiness. He had just promised to utterly control a woman against her will, but as far as he knew, he had never done that before- both Tina and Courtney had obeyed him without his forcing them, although Tina really hadn't wanted to. Yet, he was sure he could do it. The question was, was it right? Jake consoled himself by deciding he could always reverse the damage done to the poor girl.
Gary had, meanwhile, found a girl that he had wanted since he had first started noticing women. Pauline Anderson was a senior with them this year, and was known as not only one of the most beautiful girls in the school, but also as a royal bitch. She was a typical valley-girl persona, the cheerleader that only dated football players, although it was said that even the jocks found her shallow and selfish.
Still, she was something to look at. She had thick, long blond hair down to the middle of her back, clear blue eyes, full lips, a large, firm rack, and beautifully long, smooth legs that led up to an incredible ass. She was hot. When Gary pointed her out, one thing was certain-Jake had his work cut out for him. And, Jake decided, with someone like that, he didn't feel guilty at all about crushing her will. It was perfect. But...
"Are you sure she's single? She's usually got two or three guys hanging around her."
"Yeah, she broke up with Jim Bacareau last week, and nobody's been willing to go near her until they find out if he's the jealous hanger-on type. God, that guy's biceps are almost as big as my legs."
"Great. Are you trying to give me a hard time? This isn't going to be easy as it is."
"C'mon, Superman. You said a single, good-looking girl. I found one. You backing out now?" The light of triumph started to shine in Gary's eyes. He didn't really believe it could be done. Jake sighed.
"All right. But I'll get you for this if this attracts too much attention." Not really sure what he was doing, he extended his awareness towards her, and he found that her thoughts were almost immediately visible to him. He marveled in this kind of telepathy so much that he almost forgot what he was trying to do. Focusing back on the matter at hand, he delved a little bit into her consciousness...
Huh. She really is as superficial as they say, Jake mused as he scanned her psyche. All she thought about was fashion and parties and boys and cheerleading. She really thought she was too good for the people in this school, and the only thing the football players were good for was sexual gratification. This was actually going to be fun...
He tried to change some minor things in her mind, but kept feeling his control slip. For some reason, he knew he was just too far away from her to get a good grip on her mind. Well, it was time to change that.
Jake stood up. "Hey, Gary, I'm gonna have to get closer to make this work. Take care of my tray and I'll catch up with ya tomorrow, okay?" Gary grunted his acknowledgment, and watched avidly as Jake confidently strode over to the table where Pauline sat with some of her cheerleading friends.
Carrie Dixxon, a friend of Pauline, was sitting next to her and gabbing on about cheerleading practice when Jake Bourque walked up and sat right across from them. Needless to say, this didn't happen every day. Jake was an okay kinda guy, a little too intellectual for her tastes, but being seen with him wasn't that much of an embarrassment. Still, this was pretty weird behavior. What was he doing here? Carrie noticed the frivolous conversation around the table had ceased as they all looked at Jake in curiosity. Jake didn't seem bothered at all by the scrutiny. Interestingly, he was staring at Pauline.
"I hear you just broke up with Jim Bacareau." Carrie almost gasped. Surely he wasn't asking Pauline out? In all the time they had been friends, Pauline had never dated someone who did not play a varsity sport, and she had more or less let her disdain of other men rather widely known. She never dated anyone who had a brain bigger than his dick. Too bad, really, because Carrie had heard that Jake was a pretty talented guy. Carrie waited for the rude snub that Pauline was certain to give him. When it didn't immediately happen, Carrie looked at her. Her face was strangely blank.
"Yes, that's right. I dumped him because he couldn't satisfy me. Why do ask?" Her voice sounded remote, like she wasn't even thinking about what she said. Carrie had never seen her like this. Jake didn't seem to notice.
"Well, don't you think it's time you stopped dating football players and started with someone who could actually teach you a few things?" Carrie had never heard of Jake acting like this before, so confident, so sure of himself, not the least bit nervous... it was like he already knew her answer and was just going through the motions of asking for everyone else's sake.
"I, well-I-" Pauline was, for possibly the first time in her life, at a loss for words. It shocked Carrie almost as much as what she said next. "I-I think... yeah, you're probably right. So what can you teach me?" She said this almost coyly. Carrie was floored. She was actually going for it! This was high school history in the making!
Jake grinned knowingly. "Quite a bit. Why don't you go put up your tray and we'll talk?"
Pauline nodded absently. "Yes, that's a good idea. I'll be right back." She grabbed her tray and took it up to the dishwashers. Carrie noticed him watching Pauline's ass as he steepled his fingers and chuckled to himself. This was beyond weird. What the hell was going on here? She decided it was time to talk to him, as it was likely they'd be seeing more of each other now.
"So, Jake, how's it going?" She thought that sounded relatively safe.
Jake turned his attention on her for the first time. "Hello, Carrie. Things have been good for me, and as you can see, they seem to be getting better." He gave her a lazy smile that sent a thrill down her back, and yet at the same time made her very nervous, like he was a cat idly regarding a mouse. "How have you been?"
"Oh, fine. I'm really surprised that she said yes, but you don't seem surprised at all. Did someone tell you she thought you were cute or something?"
"Hmm? No. I just know how to capture the interest of a woman. If you can figure out what someone really wants, you've got it made." He turned back to Pauline as she sat back down. She still looked slightly bemused. "Pauline, why don't you wait for me in the quad after school today, and I'll drive you home?"
Pauline started. "Oh, I have..." she trailed off as she looked into his eyes. "Okay, sure. I'll be waiting." She turned to Carrie. "Will you cover for me at practice, Carrie? Please?"
"Yeah, sure, Pauline. No problem." Now she was more than shocked. She was frightened. Pauline never skipped cheerleading practice. Never. What kind of hold did Jake have on her? Was she on crack or something? Was he blackmailing her? This was something beyond her ability to handle. She need to talk to somebody about this... just then, she caught his eyes. They seemed so deep...
"You don't have a problem with this, do you, Carrie?" he asked her. And abruptly, she realized that Pauline was just head over heels in love for the first time. Of course she was going to act like this. Now why had she been so nervous?
"No, no problem, Jake. You two have fun, okay?" She grinned at both of them, and took her tray up. When she got back, they were both gone.
Pauline was waiting impatiently for him when Jake showed up-about ten minutes late. He had gotten a quick blow job from Tina so that he wouldn't get restless with Pauline and do a sloppy job of reprogramming her. He was going to make her into the ultimate love slave, and he didn't want his hormones to get in the way. He had been in such a hurry at lunch, he was half surprised when he saw that she had not shaken off his commands by the end of the school day and taken off. But then, he had made her strongly attracted to him, and that wasn't as likely to "rub off" as the other instructions; considering how much she thought of sex already, her mind had accepted this attraction as her own invention. Still, she wasn't happy at his tardiness. To top it all off, it was starting to drizzle, and she didn't like standing outside for her new "boyfriend" in the rain.
"Where have you been? I've been waiting here for over ten minutes!"
"Sorry, babe. I had to take care of something in Calc class." Jake was curious as to what her reaction would be to calling her "babe". He didn't have to wait long to find out. A look of outrage blitzed across her face, but it disappeared an instant later as she resigned herself to the indignity-a necessary evil to endure if she wanted to have sex with him. Jake thought this was a pretty ironic turnaround. He put his arm around her waist and guided her to his car, a tan '91 Ford Taurus that his father had bought him (used) on his 17th birthday.
Jake opened the door for her, and she got in without comment. His car was better than most at the high school, and he took pride in keeping it clean and well-maintained. As he turned out of the school parking lot, he started towards his house.
"Wait, Jake, my house is back the other way." Pauline told him.
"Hmm? Oh, we're going to my house first, if you don't mind." He knew she wouldn't.
"Oh. Okay." Jake focused his awareness on her again, and found her hoping that he would bring her to his room and fuck the shit out of her. Holy shit, Jake thought. This girl is a total nympho-slut! All she could think of in his presence was sex, and she was already getting wet just thinking of going home with him. Jake chuckled to himself. Programming her was going to be much, much easier than he had originally thought.
Pauline looked at him quizzically. "What's so funny?"
Jake grinned. "I was thinking about what I would 'teach' you."
Pauline blushed and smiled coquettishly. "Oh. Like what?"
"You'll see." Jake chuckled again. He noticed Pauline was starting to squirm in her seat. She was really starting to get hot and bothered just at his vague suggestion. Even with Tina's blow job, it was going to be hard concentrating on her mind and not her body. Funny how no gossip ever mentioned how sexually precocious she was.
It only took five minutes to get to his house. He invited her in, and upstairs to his room, and she readily joined him. He left her sitting on his bed as he knocked on Courtney's door.
"Yes?" he could hear her voice from the other side.
"Hey, Court? I'm gonna be busy for the next few hours so don't disturb me, okay?" Normally she gave him a quick blow right after school, but he didn't want her walking in on him today.
"As you wish, My Lord." Jake went back to his room. Pauline was still sitting there, and her eyes widened with excitement when she saw him lock the door.
Before she got any ideas, he hit her hard with a mental command. She blinked once, and then her face went completely slack. Jake pulled up a chair and got comfortable.
For the next half an hour, Jake rooted around her mind, organizing her thoughts and memories in such a way that her life would become extraordinarily focused-and yet she would be able to function in everyday life without attracting too much attention. He wrote four basic principles into every neural pathway in her brain:
When he was done, he sat back and relaxed. It would take a few minutes for everything to sink in. He wasn't sure how he knew that, but he knew it was true. Sure enough, about five minutes later, Pauline blinked and looked around uncertainly.
"Jake? Jake, what did you do to me?" There was a note of panic in her voice.
"Relax, Pauline. I simply gave your life a little more importance than cheerleading. How do you feel?"
"I feel...nervous. Afraid. What are you going to do to me?" The hysteria was rising in her voice again.
"I'm going to enjoy myself with you. I would like it if you enjoyed serving me as much as I enjoyed your service, but it's not really necessary, I guess. Hold on." Jake got up and fetched his Polaroid camera. He wanted proof to show Gary. "Okay. I want you to get on your knees and undo my jeans."
Pauline gaped at him, but even as she was trying to come up with a suitable protest to this vulgar treatment, she found herself on her knees and zipping down his fly. Strangely enough, she found herself looking forward to pleasing him in any way he wished. Within seconds, his pants were unzipped and unbuttoned, and she stared up at him, wondering what he was going to make her do next.
Jake smiled. Things were going perfectly. "Okay, Pauline, I want you to take my cock out of underwear, stick it all the way down your throat, and look up so that I can take your picture." Pauline sniffled a little at the humiliation, but pushed his jeans and underwear down to his knees and opened her mouth. Taking a big breath, she plunged her mouth on his swollen dick.
She gagged as the head hit the back of her throat, but kept going until her lips were circling the bottom of his penis. As per his orders, she looked up so that he could get a picture of her deepthroating him.
Jake shuddered. Her mouth felt great. Quickly Jake took two quick shots of her like this. "Okay, Pauline, give me your absolute best blow job. Careful of your teeth!"
Immediately, Pauline sucked hard on his cock. She hated this. She never blew any of the guys she dated-if they couldn't get off in her pussy then tough luck for them. It was gross to go down on a guy. But here she was, hoping that Jake her Master would find her efforts pleasurable. Rapidly she plunged her head up and down on his organ, trying to get a feel for what he enjoyed. She quickly found that the underside of his penis was quite sensitive, and she had her tongue keep pressure there as she sucked his cock and massaged his balls.
Pauline was driving Jake wild. Finally he couldn't stand it and grabbed her head, violently fucking her mouth. She resisted a little, but when she discovered her Master liked doing this, she relented and let him force her face down on her dick, remembering to keep a suction going. It wasn't long before Jake felt that familiar pressure in his groin.
"I'm gonna come!" he gasped a second before he shot a wad of cum down Pauline's throat. Pauline choked and coughed, but recovered quickly and swallowed his load as she knew he would want. She kept sucking as he slowed down, and his cock, which had started to soften, rapidly started to recover. Jake knew that she'd had sex with many men, but only vaginal sex. He had been the first to have her mouth, and now, he decided, he would be the first to sample her ass. He knew that anal sex was supposed to be painful, especially if not properly lubricated, but she was his slave. Her feelings didn't matter.
"Pauline, take off all your clothes and bend over my desk. I'm gonna fuck your ass, and you're gonna try and make it as pleasurable for me as you can. Got it?"
"Yes, Master." Pauline mumbled as she quickly stripped off her clothes and assumed the position she had been ordered to. She couldn't believe this was happening. First she had given him a blow job, and now her ass was being violated? It was so degrading, but all she could hope for was his pleasure in her body. Why!?!
Quickly Jake positioned himself behind her. "Beg me to fuck your ass, slave!" he commanded.
"Oh, Master, please use your slave! Please fuck your slave in her ass!" She hated herself for saying it, but at the same time, she found it incredibly erotic to be subjugated like this. She realized she was actually close to orgasm at the idea of him abusing her ass.
"Guide me in, slave." Pauline quickly reached behind her, finding his cock and positioning it in front of her asshole. God, this is going to hurt, she thought. As he pushed himself in, she realized how right she was.
"Oh god, Master, it hurts! Master, please be gentle with your slave! Please Master, I beg of you!" Pauline cried as he started plunging into her unlubricated asshole. She felt as if she was being torn up from the inside.
"Silence, slave! You'll take this, and you'll like it!" And abruptly, the pain turned into pleasure for Pauline. She felt her orgasm building as he furiously pounded away at her violated asshole. From his grunts, she knew he was about to come, and wanted to come with him. Frantically she started squeezing her sphincter muscles to give them both as much sensation as possible. She snaked her hand down to her pussy and started to frig it for all she was worth, feeling the pressure building, building...
Jake was ramming in and out of her ass almost at a blur. Then, suddenly, Pauline started using her ass muscles to clench his dick, and that sent him over the edge. With an "Aaaghhh!" he started spurting into her. Hearing and feeling his orgasm, Pauline felt herself climax. It was the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt as it ripped through her body and sent her screaming into oblivion.
Jake felt Pauline go limp underneath him and grinned. "I guess I taught her a thing or two." He pulled his cock out if her and dragged her to the bed, and, positioning her so that her face was level with his exhausted dick, mentally prompted her to wake up.
As her eyelids fluttered open, Jake held his shit-covered fuck stick in front of her lips. "You didn't finish your duty, slave. You have to clean me off when I'm done with you." Her eyes widened as she realized he meant her to suck off his penis when it was covered in her own shit. Shuddering, she closed her eyes and let her lips find the dirty cock. Although she gagged four times, she managed not to vomit as she licked his member perfectly clean. Finally, Jake sighed and stood up.
"That was adequate, slave. I'll expect you to get better with more practice. Tomorrow, I will be taking you to a friend's house, where you will pleasure him with a blow job. When is your practice over tomorrow?"
"F-five o'clock, Master." Pauline stammered.
"Okay. Be in the quad at 5:10, and I'll take you to your assignment. Do you have any questions?"
"No, Master," Pauline said in a small voice, eyes downcast.
"Good. Let's get you home, then." As Jake led her out the door, he wondered for the first time if there were a limit to his powers. Whether there were or not, he knew he had a long way to go before he found them.