The next morning none of the Bourque family went anywhere. Jake had his mother call in sick, and went to work reconstructing a personality in her mind. Painstakingly he created a pseudo-personality that he decided should stand up to anything but the toughest scrutiny, and made sure that she would unquestioningly obey her only son. He hadn't intended to make his mom into a slave, but since she would not care anyway, he figured he'd cover his ass for a potential emergency. Besides, she no longer had pride or felt humility, it was all a simulation. Why not make her loyal to the son that had saved her life?
He also spent a great deal of time looking for memories of this "Guild Chapterhouse" that she had supposedly called mere hours before the attack of that demon. Frustratingly, he found that most of the memories regarding what she apparently considered "magic" were erased-- also apparently, they were erased by a "spell" she had crafted to prevent sensitive information falling into a psionic enemy's hands upon her death. He found the structure of that spell still within her, but it was sadly obvious that almost all of the information Jake had been looking for was going to have to be found somewhere else. He did find one piece of useful information, however-- the telephone number to the Guild Chapterhouse.
The afternoon was then used to trace the number surreptitiously through the phone company and get an address. Jake drove by the building, a large, fenced-in mansion on the outskirts of town. He could feel the webs of psychic energy emanating from the house, all the way from the road. There was no doubt-- this was it.
The next question was how to get in and find out what had transpired here the last night without being noticed. For the first time since discovering his powers, he felt that he might not be up to a challenge. There was a long driveway, with video cameras and much less mundane detection devices forming what appeared to be an impenetrable fortress to his enhanced vision. No places to hide, no gaps in the detection net that he could see. They would know he was there, and his exact location. At the center, as if from the house itself, there seemed to be a nexus of energy flowing in from all around. Most likely it was some form of power collector for the practitioners inside, but it also fed the defenses of the place. Deep in thought, Jake drove away, already making plans.
He had left the house in something of a state. Genny and Mickey were to sleep all day, and as they slept, their thoughts were gently being rearranged so that they accepted the new way the household was going to be run. Courtney and Pauline were to clean up the bloody mess left from the attack the night before. Neither one of them complained, but it was obvious they found this task distasteful, for which Jake sympathized-- but it had to be done, and he was busy with more important things. Pauline didn't have a choice, she had to obey him, and while Courtney obeyed him of her own free will, she also didn't have a choice. He had given them an order. Jake didn't like to think of it, but in terms of his domestic life, the disaster that had befallen his parents was the best thing that could have happened to him. He was now master of the household.
Thus it was that he found the girls in the backyard, burning the rug that used to be in his parents' bedroom. They both had cutoff jean shorts that displayed rather magnificent legs, and clinging blouses hugging their other impressive attributes. He decided that tonight he would have them both at the same time. He really hadn't done that yet. But for right now... He came up behind them and put an arm around each firm waist. They both looked up at him and smiled briefly, then turned back to gaze at the blood- and-gasoline-soaked rug blazing higher and higher. It was a strangely profound moment; most of what was left of his father was in this rug, and that made this a cremation of sorts. Thinking this, Jake spoke. "I'm sorry I couldn't have helped you, Dad. I swear to you, though, that your murder will be avenged." He heard Courtney sniffle over the hissing of the inferno. Jake knew he was not the only one to mourn the passing of their father. He gave her a squeeze. The three of them watched until the flames had died to ashes before they went inside. Jake went to the study and began making plans.
Around midnight, Jake had assembled a workable strategy for getting into the Chapterhouse. When he was satisfied that he had thought of everything he could, he leaned back in his chair and relaxed. Pauline was there immediately, rubbing his shoulders, nibbling at his ear, whispering how much she'd like to please her Master. Jake decided that Courtney must have told her that he liked that ear-nibbling thing. Smiling, he turned his chair around until he was facing her. He was definitely in the mood for some fun. Remembering that he wanted to have them both together, he shouted upstairs for Courtney.
Courtney quickly came into the study, a look of questioning in her eyes. She was beautiful. Jake smiled again. "Courtney, would you dance for me?" Courtney cast a quick glance at Pauline, then gave him that heated gaze as she sauntered to the center of the room. With no music and no beat but the one she was imagining in her head, she slowly ground her hips and slid her hands all over her body. Her dancing was always very erotic. She quickly got into it, making sensual suggestions with every part of her body. With great care and deliberation, she started to undress.
The blouse came off first. She played with it, sliding it through her extraordinary cleavage, between her legs, around her face. Her expression was one of total craving; craving his body, his touch. She dropped the blouse to the floor and started playing with the zipper of her cutoff jeans, still swaying to her silent music. Pauline started to rub the bulge that had appeared in his pants, eager to please her Master.
Jake looked over at Pauline. "You get naked as well, slave. I will enjoy you, too, tonight." Pauline looked as if she were about to have an orgasm right then and there at his words alone. Jake turned his attention back on Courtney as Pauline frantically disrobed.
The excited gleam in Courtney's eye seemed to mean that she knew what he planned. Her shorts were midthigh now, as she slowly worked them down, down, down, her wanton eyes locked onto his in lustful abandon. She stepped out of her shorts and began to rub her breasts through her bra, reaching down once every few seconds to rub her crotch. Jake noticed her panties were lacy, pink, and very sexy. It seemed to suggest an innocence she obviously did not possess. Incongruously, he suddenly wondered if she ordered out of Victoria's Secret. But that line of thought was quickly abandoned as she finally started undoing her bra.
In this, just like everything else she had taken off, she made a show, covering the nipples up with one arm as she rubbed the bra across her covered pussy, masturbating as she continued to stare at him like a bitch in heat, her breath starting to come more in gasps of pleasure than anything else. A noticeable wet spot had appeared on those pretty pink panties, and the aroma of the two women's arousal had begun to fill his nostrils. He inhaled the musk, enjoying the scent.
It was not too long before her now-soaked panties joined the rest of her clothes on the floor. She danced for a few minutes more, rubbing herself to near orgasm, before approaching him with that "come hither" stare. Grabbing his hand, she plunged his fingers deep into her eager cunt. As she moved them rapidly in and out, he made sure that his thumb kept hitting her clit; it was less than a minute before she came in a glass- shattering shriek. Her intensity took Jake by surprise-- pleasantly, though. It took only a few seconds for her to recover. She knelt down beside Jake and stuck his wet fingers into her mouth, sucking them like she sucked his dick. Never once did her eyes leave his. He knew he could do anything with this woman, and she would cooperate willingly. That feeling of total power was incredible.
Jake removed his hand from Courtney's mouth and stroked her body as she knelt beside him, purring in pleasure. It was time to see just how open-minded she was. "Courtney?"
"Yes, my Lord, my love?" she said, her features open and anxious to please him.
"I think it would be hot to see Pauline go down on you. Do you think you might like that?" Here was the moment of truth-- he knew he could tell her to do it, and she'd do it, but he wanted her to enjoy it. He loved his sister and liked to see her enjoying herself as his concubine.
Courtney's eyes lit up. "I think that'd be hot too, Jake. I've been wanting to feel her mouth on me since I first saw her in school...I'd love it! Will you let me play with her? Please?" Once again, she was giving him that little girl voice, the one he found so hard to turn down-- not that he wanted to. Grinning, he turned to Pauline.
"Pauline, from this moment on, Courtney here is your Mistress. I have the ultimate authority, but when she speaks, she speaks with my voice. Do you understand?"
Pauline blinked. "Yes, Master. I understand." She turned to Courtney. "Mistress? What do you want me to do?"
Courtney looked at Jake in shock. "Oh, Jake, I didn't mean-- that is, I would have been perfectly happy with-- oh, my Lord, thank you. Thank you! You wanted to see her going down on me?" She grinned, a totally blitzed look dominating her features. "You won't be disappointed!" She stood and turned to Pauline, who was waiting expectantly for her Mistress' command. "Pauline!" she called in a haughty voice.
"Yes Mistress?"
"Come kneel in front of me, slave!" Immediately, Pauline complied. "Do you know how to eat pussy?"
"No, Mistress, I'm sorry. I'll learn though, I promise, Mistress! Give me a chance to learn, Mistress! Your slave begs you!" she wailed, miserable that she wasn't able to do something her mistress expected of her.
"Silence, slut. You will learn, never fear." With that, Courtney grabbed Pauline's head by her long blonde hair and forced her new slave's face into her wet pussy. "use your tongue! Lick my hole, flick your tongue against my clit! Do it!" and Pauline eagerly complied, alternating between sticking her tongue as deeply into her Mistress's slit as she could, and giving oral attention to her Mistress's love knob.
Courtney was obviously loving it, but Jake's view was cut off by Pauline's head. "Courtney, have her doing that lying down so I can get a better look, okay?"
"Of course, my Lord! Sorry." Courtney quickly laid down on the floor of the study, legs spread wide so that her slave could easily pleasure her. Pauline immediately got on her elbows and knees and was now kissing, licking and sucking with incredible enthusiasm as her Mistress obviously neared orgasm. The sight of Pauline's ass just hanging out as she pleasured his sister was too much to pass up. Quickly he shucked off his pants and positioned himself behind Pauline.
"Guide me into your cunt, bitch!" Jake cried as he pointed his cock at her rear. Instantly, her free hand was behind her, grabbing his cock and pulling it towards her hole. Jake let her guide him in, and then started pounding away at her nice, warm pussy. It was well lubricated, and made a sloppy slurping sound as he rammed in and out of her.
It only took a few moments for Courtney to reach her second orgasm at the lips of her new slave. Once again, she let out a scream that was probably heard ten blocks away. Almost immediately, she got out from underneath Pauline. With that tinkle in her eye, she took hold of Jake's dick and positioned it at Pauline's asshole.
Jake knew that she intended Pauline to get fucked in the ass, but Jake didn't feel like it Besides, he'd already had that. He looked Courtney straight in the eye. "I want you. What do you say?" Courtney blinked, and smiled. Courtney got on her hands and knees. She reached a hand into her slit spread her lips wide to him. She looked back at Jake and smiled invitingly. Jake positioned himself and started pushing in. Courtney gasped once, then sighed as he slowly filled her with his manhood. Courtney gasped out for Pauline. As soon as he was completely in, he started pistoning in and out, slowly at first, but faster as she loosened up. Pauline crawled underneath her Mistress's body and began licking the place where Jake and Courtney joined. Within moments, Courtney was moaning in desire and bucking against him, squeezing his cock with her cunt muscles as hard as she could, determined to give him the best orgasm she could.
Jake was going wild. Fucking his sister's velvety pussy was great in itself, but having Pauline's tongue providing even further stimulation at Courtney's entrance was incredible. It only took a little bit before he was emptying the contents of his balls into Courtney's hot wet hole. With a shout he exploded deep in her tummy, and she was shocked to feel her third orgasm of the night follow right on her Lord's heels. Even Pauline, upon hearing her Master's and Mistress's pleasure, shuddered as an orgasm raced through her body. The three separated gently, kissing and caressing. That night, Jake slept with Courtney cuddled up to him on one side, and Pauline snuggling on the other. Life could be worse. Soon, when he found his father's killer, life would be much better.