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 Indoctrination 3: Integrity
   by Nysidra
   Erotica (Pansexual, hedonistic, pro-sexual)
   <->
   -_ Intention _Mina arched her back and imagined purring.  She did not
dare to do so out loud with her father Esben in the living room.
   Funny.  She wouldn't have dared a lot of things three years ago.
   "Now," Mina whispered.
   Jakob's tongue took one last swipe at her slit, then he crawled up her
body and sank into her.  His face buried in the crook beneath her jaw. 
Achingly slow and persistent, her brother brought them both to pleasure.
   The television switched to commercials.  The living room couch squeak,
the floor in the kitchen groaned.  Beer bottles clanked together.
   Mina waited in bed while Jakob put his clothes on.  He settled in front
of her gaming system.  Once her preferred method of passing time, it was
now the greatest excuse for Jakob to be in her room.  Esben didn't want the
system to the living room, Jakob had no space in his room.
   "Where are you going to be tonight?"
   "Anya's coming with me to meet a friend."
   He narrowed his eyes, asking with his expression.  Nirmala's idea of
service meant the profitable kind.  Prostitution and high-end dating, to be
exact.  Anya excelled at getting others to fund her life.
   "It's not like that, not yet." She stuck out her tongue.  "I'm not going
to stop.  You have no idea what kind of union that builds in your soul. 
Anya's a good friend of mine, she should learn this too."
   Jakob turned back to the game, scrolled through the menu.  He selected
'exit' then turned to face her.
   He wanted to hear more?  Mina grinned and perked up.  "They are real,
Jakob, the demons or whatever you want to call them.  I know how to talk to
them, to gain their trust." Know was putting it strongly.  She had ideas,
theories.  What she needed was to access the next level.  "Nirmala does
these gatherings.  Have you heard about it?"
   Jakob shook his head.
   Mina grinned.  Her handsome, devoted brother deserved all that she could
provide.  "We should have one."
   ***
   Nirmala entered the small kitchenette dressed in a silk robe and diamond
necklace.  "Are you going to apply any of your lessons today?"
   Mina didn't answer.  There was what Nirmala thought Anya should be
teaching her, and there was what Mina could actually learn with Anya's
help.
   "Once you're comfortable with negotiating, I'll schedule a gathering. 
This is the best way to pick up new clients.  Think of it like that college
fair."
   Mina rolled her eyes.  Everything about that sounded disgusting.
   "Right," the older woman huffed.  "They can be very spiritual events if
channeled properly."
   The spirits that Desmond could never shut up about were a footnote to
Nirmala, something she tossed in as a last resort.  Was she a believer at
all?
   Nirmala said, "Don't think I don't see that look young lady.  I might
tell your mother about what you've really been doing after school with
those men."
   "Go ahead.  I'm not sure how that would help you." Mina chuckled.
   "She won't care?  If she knows how you get up with Anya?"
   "You wouldn't want to do that."
   Anya entered the room and Mina shouldered her bag.
   ***
   All of Nirmala's students were fully committed to the darkness.  Most of
them came to the conclusion after a hard, painful road of tears.  Others
were vessels, absorbing information like a sponge.
   Like Anya.
   She was four years old when Nirmala scooped her from an apartment
stairwell.  She snuggled in her arms, head resting on her shoulder, a smile
on her face.
   The first week had been simple, meant to establish trust.  The
foundations of Nirmala's training began with the mind.  Nirmala took
responsibility for every aspect of her well-being and created a majestic,
powerful young woman.  Her petite frame and cherubic face made her look
like a fairy creature.
   Anya fought her several times along the way.  Conflict was an
opportunity that could lead to growth when properly managed.  Nirmala
managed Anya's early rebellions quite well.  By the time Anya hit puberty
she had opened herself to true learning and discovery.
   This was the opportunity Nirmala presented to Mina, for a price, of
course.  The girl's progression was admirable, though the her fervor could
be put to better use, certainly for their financial benefit.
   Mina believed in sex for its own enjoyment, which was a glaring fault
that could only be attributed to youth and folly.  Anya had been set to the
task of focusing her on profit, survival.
   Anya and Mina talked a mile a minute as they turned onto the street. 
Her protege looked younger with that girl than she had in years.
   Anya's looks were pleasantly deceiving.
   All she had to do was wait.
   ***
   Jakob finished his homework and packed it into his bag.  "I'm done," he
announced.
   "Go pick a dildo," said Desmond.
   The shelves of various phallic toys were familiar to Jakob.  He could
take any size given time, some larger than Desmond.
   It had been a while since Jakob had been milked or fucked through a wall
of pain to achieve orgasm.  Mina was still getting her share.  His tired
eyes said were testament to that.  Where did she get the energy?
   Jakob returned.  Desmond had his cock in hand, stroking toward the tip.
   "What took you so long?"
   His hands were empty.  He went to his knees and crawled until he rested
between Desmond's legs.
   Desmond shuffled to the edge of the chair and spread his legs.  Jakob
licked and sucked on his cock and stroked his shaft.  This hand job was
different from the usual ones, he wasn't trying to get Desmond off.
   He switched to licking and sucking and slurping.  When Desmond signaled
that he was getting close, Jakob altered his technique or stopped stroking
him.  He had enough practice to bring Desmond close without frustrating him
when he backed away.
   However, Jakob disobeyed a command.  No telling what kind of punishment
Desmond might choose.
   "I told you to go pick a dildo."
   "It's right here, sir." Jakob opened his mouth wide and sucked the head
of his cock inside.
   ***
   Desmond sought for the lie.  No one 'wanted' his cock.  Those who didn't
fear it, accepted it or viewed it as a once-in-a-lifetime challenge. 
Craving, desire?  Never.  And yet, each time Jakob met his eyes it was with
that same building desperation he saw when Jakob looked at Mina.
   Desmond grabbed a fistful of Jakob's hair and pressed the boy to his
crotch.  Dutifully, Jakob kissed and sucked on his balls.  His bright eyes
smiled as flicked his tongue and whimpered into the heat of Desmond's
scrotum.
   Desmond looked up at the ceiling and blinked the sting from his eyes. 
He kicked himself for not setting up the camera first.  He'd have to keep
this memory alive in his mind.  He let go of Jakob's head.  "Do what you
want with it.  Need me to move?"
   "No sir." Jakob got to his feet and perched over Desmond's lap, his long
corded legs perched on either side of his thighs.  It wasn't long until
Jakob was on his knees humping back on Desmond's cock.  Jakob settled with
his back to Desmond's chest.  He turned and their noses touched.
   Desmond put his hand around Jakob's cock and stroked it.  "You've needed
this cock for a while, haven't you, piglet?"
   "Yes sir.  I need you."
   "Not the harness?  Not the bench?  Not some other cock?"
   "Maybe later." Jakob licked Desmond's lip then pulled back a little.
   Desmond stared at him wondering what he meant by that.  Jakob eased
forward and Desmond's body fluttered and bounced in ways that could not be
healthy or right.
   "I need my master."
   "Boy, you've got me.  Don't need you groveling like a bitch."
   "You've got me groveling like a bitch anyway." Jakob turned and kissed
Desmond hard.  Passion infused in each oral caress.
   Desmond snatched back.  Without allowing his cock to leave, Desmond
turned Jakob around until he was facing him.  He cradled him to his body
and lowered him to the floor.  Desmond bucked inside Jakob's ass with all
his strength.  He yanked Jakob's lean body along his cock.
   Jakob's ejaculate wet his belly.  Desmond rode him to a second orgasm
and could have worked on the third by the time Desmond finally came up his
ass.
   "Keep it up there," Desmond stroked Jakob's hair as they caught their
breath.  "So," he kissed him, tugged on his bottom lip.  "You're not gay,
huh?"
   Jakob shrugged one shoulder then moved in for another kiss.
   Desmond had hoped for this moment for years.  When Desmond made the boy
whimper and moan for his semen, he was a god.
   -_ Offering _-
   Desmond was doing several things they had never done before.  Jakob rode
in the passenger seat, kept his clothes on.  They parked in a garage and
rode an elevator to the top floor.
   Room 1301.  Desmond used a key in his pocket to open the room door.  It
opened to a house with no walls.  The windows were covered with large beige
and brown drapes.
   What was going on here?
   Two men sat on the couch, one dark and bearded, the other beefy and
gruff.
   The rich smell of food wafted from the counter.  Nirmala prepared the
platters, and set them into the fridge.
   Music played upstairs.  He could see the frame of a bed, but not if
anyone was up there.
   "Hey handsome," an older woman said as entered with bags hanging from
each arm.  She gave him a once-over and continued into the ground level
restroom.
   "Welcome." Nirmala wiped her hands and rounded the counter.  "I have
everything I need."
   Desmond joined the others in the living room.
   Jakob followed a few steps behind, unsure what to do.
   Gathering.  Mina hadn't mentioned it since that day.  Was she supposed
to be here?
   "You're over dressed," said Desmond.
   Jakob unfastened his shorts.  Everyone fell silent and stared as Jakob
undressed.  His face turned red with embarrassment as he removed each
article of clothing.
   "Down."
   Jakob met Desmond's eyes a second in order to plea his case.  Desmond's
expression said that his command was not up for negotiation.
   Down on all fours.  Head bowed.  His rear faced Desmond.
   The others laughed and clapped.
   "Get up here and join us." Desmond's smile was radiant, proud.
   Jakob wasn't sure if they were laughing at his position or something
about his body in particular.  Probably both.
   Jakob didn't know what was going on, and he didn't care.
   "Here's how this will work," Desmond's voice was low, the rumble meant
only for him.  "Give.  I will be watching.  List for my voice if you get
lost.  This is in your honor, take advantage of it."
   "What's going to happen to me?"
   "Dedicate yourself.  Be transformed.  Anything goes.  No limits.  No
fear.  Find the holy sacrament of another and drink it deep."
   Desmond pulled Jakob's cock through a ring that fit around the base of
his cock.  It was shiny, deep blue, a bit chilly.  This appeared different
than any toy Desmond had on the shelves.
   Jakob hummed softly as a cool tip slid into his anus.  It settled inside
him it tugged on the base of his cock.
   "Pelvic exercises." Desmond reclined, arms spread wide along the spine.
   Jakob clenched his ass.  The ring and the toy buzzed, hard, brief, like
a nudge.  There must have been a pressure sensor.  His eyes drifted shut.
No more conversation from the kitchen.  No more music playing from
upstairs. Faint whispers.
   This toy was amazing.  The exercises and the reaction from the toy
caused him to itch for more.  It only served to make him harder, it
couldn't get him off.
   Jakob met Desmond's eyes.
   He smiled in his usual way when Jakob had caught on.
   Jakob clenched harder and relaxed by bearing down on his exhale.  He
couldn't expel it, wasting the energy holding it was useless.
   Footsteps on the stairwell.
   "She's ready."
   The springs of a chair squeaked.
   The newcomer didn't take the empty seat.  He leaned down, looked him
over.  His eyes scanning him.  "I am the first with him as well?"
   "You are," said Desmond.
   "Thank you." He waved his index finger a few times.
   Breathing hard, skin on the cusp of perspiration, Jakob slowed and gave
the older man his attention.
   He leaned in closer, audibly inhaled on the way to his ear.  He
breathed, "Are you here of your own free will?"
   "Yes."
   He angled his head to look at Jakob, their lips nearly touching.  "Do
you know what will happen tonight?"
   "I will submit my body to lust."
   "How will you manage that?"
   "What my partner needs, I will give.  My soul is a home for my demons. I
find my greatest power in allowing others to use me.  I prepare my holes in
worship."
   "Desmond," he looked over his shoulder.
   Jakob blinked and seemed to snap from a dream.  In this reality his skin
was cold, muscles aching.  Words were exchanged, but it didn't sound quite
like English.
   "Believer," he pecked Jakob on the cheek.  "I would like your
affection."
   Jakob moved closer to the man and rested on his shoulder.  He took his
hand, rubbed the back of it.  No tan lines on his fingers.  Probably in his
upper forties.  "Would you like more than this?" Jakob caressed the man's
crotch.
   "Swallow my cock."
   "With pleasure." Jakob did not exaggerate.  While he'd come to savor the
taste of cock, he adored one thing more.
   Mina's pussy.
   He pulled back a second, met the man's eyes.  "Did my sister say she was
here for the same reasons?"
   "Oh no," he pressed Jakob back onto his cock.  "She's far darker than
you'll ever be."
   ***
   Mina breathed through a round of shudders.  They were getting further
apart, less cold.  This one could be the last, a bit of a tremor, like
shaking off a chill.
   A large blanket lay crumpled on the floor.
   Another shudder.  Pointless to use it.  The shudders were like a
skeletal shiver, short, chilly, but not something a blanket could cure.
   She'd met this man while they were setting up, Benjamin.  Dark hair and
skin, moist soil and dew covered rocks.  A brilliant man with lust burning
deep in his soul.
   That would rid this chill.
   "Benjamin, right?"
   "Yes, ma'am.  Enjoying yourself, Mina?"
   "I want so much more." She whispered.
   He chuckled, folded his pants against his thighs.  Boxer briefs, swelled
to capacity.  "Anything I can do to help?"
   "No one here really seems to know much about demonology.  Lot's of great
sex and stuff, but when I want to learn about these demons, the ones
they've encouraged me to talk to and feed.  I'm not doing enough and I can
feel it?  I mean, what if I wait too long and displease them?  They keep
pointing me in this direction, but," Mina flailed her arms.  Another thing
that broke Nirmala's rules, the rules she finally agreed to follow.  What a
terrible moment to have.  Get it over with.  "I'm blind."
   "No." He crawled onto the bed and kissed her thigh.
   Mina lay on her side.  His shoulder had dark hairs, but soft to the
touch.  Each one whispered along her palm.  This was a very good looking
man.  What did he mean by no?
   When she met his eyes, he said, "You know there is something," He
pressed his palm over her eyes.  "You hear, you experience.  There is this
thing over eyes?"
   The explanation was so poignant, that it brought tears to her eyes.
   "Prove what you boast.  Show me what you feel, what you experience." He
rolled onto his back, dragging Mina to sit on top of him.  "If I believe
you.  I'll show you what I see, what I know."
   Mina let her head roll back, then her spine.  She took a deep breath and
smiled.
   That was easy.
   She rocked along his body, her finger tips grazed his skin.  She tested
his name on her lips, "Benjamin." What she did not touch with her hands,
she used her mouth, licked along his skin.
   He didn't like that much, not that he said.  In a man, a lack of a
response is as good as no.
   Oh well, she could play his game instead.
   "Show yourself to me," she whispered.  Whether Benjamin heard her or
not, the message wasn't for him, but about him.
   She'd have the keys to his lust soon enough.
   ***
   "Lust is power," Jakob blurted.  "Submission is power." The rest of his
noises were mere grunts.  He screamed, but just as quickly quelled it.
   "Don't worry none, boy," the man's accent sounded heavy and southern. 
"Only ears that hear you want to what what a sweet piece of fuck meat is
being served tonight."
   Jakob moaned again, louder.  He shouldn't have done it.  People beyond
the walls might here.  He wanted to be heard, for others to know how good
it felt.
   "Yeah, that's it.  He's there now."
   A mouth latched over Jakob's cock and he saw stars.
   Desmond's fat, slippery cock entered his mouth.  With an 'oomph' he was
staring down into his master's crotch, serving him, severing them all.
   Grunting, breathing, sucking sounds.  Bodies and heat and smells.  All
of it rich and flowing through him.  Flowing.
   There had to be something else wrong with him.
   ***
   "That is so fucked up," the brunette said.  She looked several shades
pale as she came down the steps.
   Jakob didn't bother to look for clothing.  He skipped over sleeping
bodies and rushed up the stairs past her.
   The smell said that it wasn't bad as it looked, but it looked
horrifying.
   Mina flicked her fingers at him, blatantly dismissing him as if he were
a dog.
   The smell of red fruits explained how her skin appeared marred with
blood.
   He backed out of the room and pulled the door shut.
   No.  Jakob shook his head.  Nothing could make that okay.
   ***
   Benjamin kissed her cheek.  "Anything you want from me, Mina Jansen,
anytime.  My knowledge is yours."
   She cracked a smile, content in hearing the words.  "Anything?  It will
be important.  It will only happen once.  It may seem of no consequence to
you, but it will mean everything to me.  Will you grant me my request?"
   He chuckled, and squinted for a moment.  He eased backward and the bed
and stared down at her as if suddenly wearing glasses.  "Fuck," he
whispered.
   "You've loosen my blindfold a little," Mina chuckled.  "I enjoyed
pleasing you."
   "Yes, Mina.  I will." He extended his hand.
   She took it and kissed the back of his palm, licked it.  Cranberries,
cherries, a bit of red wine.  A bloody sangria indeed.  "Did you enjoy my
dead body?" She giggled.
   He cracked a smile and chuckled along with her.  "So good, but like, I
could never do that again.  Like an itch I just needed to scratch right. 
Is that weird?"
   She shook her head.  "Not at all.  It's supposed to go away.  The
quicker the better though, right?"
   He hissed through his teeth.  "You're wicked."
   "Thank you." She got up from the bed, tipped her way to the shower.  The
shower head detached.  She directed the spray on her neck, ruddy water
circled the drain.
   The shower door opened.
   "May I help?" This man was unknown to her, wrinkled and ghost white. 
Trim body though, quite fit.
   She handed him the nozzle.  "Thank you."
   He washed her clean, used the palm of his hand to wipe each stain away.
Mina turned, posed.  He was both thorough and lingering, striking a
wobbling balance between lurid and methodical.
   "My name is Mina," she said.  "Would you like to continue touching me
outside the shower?"
   "I'd like to do a lot more than touch you, sweet cheeks.  How about
that?"
   She nodded.  "Okay.  Would you like me wash you up now?"
   "Cedrick, yeah.  You, ah, I've never seen you around before, and you
don't seem new to me."
   "Some people are in bars and clubs every day, others just go there to
party.  This is my party."
   "Yeah, I got a party for you.  Grant this devoted servant the power she
so desperately seeks.  Fill her with it, consume her.  Soak her pores in
infernal power.  You are blessed, little one." He stood in the spray, his
body pressed to hers, the tile cool on her back.  "If you do not burn, then
you will be the goddess we serve.  You are the vessel of lust."
   She turned and kissed him, but he stepped away.
   "See you after your shower."
   Mina grinned.  "Okay."
   Her freak out was silent, expressionless, masked by the towel on her
face.  Did that just happen?!  Was he talking about the truth?  Was it just
a game to him?  I mean, it was a game to her, but rule books are important.
   No way he could know her rules.
   No one who said everything she wanted to hear was real.
   How many times had someone said that to her?
   "Cool." She spruced up her hair, lubricated her skin.  "I can do one
more."
   -_ Transformation _-
   Perhaps because all the 'crazy talk' was not new to Jakob, he didn't
feel that Nirmala's gathering had any lasting effect on him.  He didn't
actually believe it, but now he had fewer reasons to suspect that it was
not true.
   Forces within him were feeding and growing stronger.
   His interests were more self-involved.  He was addicted to his own
orgasm.  The barriers to feeding that desire has all but disintegrated over
the years.  School was a time when he put on a costume, walked a fine line
between weirdo and threat.
   Mina, both younger and newer, seemed to have a deeper, more obvious
change in her mental state.  He'd found her in a mock murder scene, the
man's cock softening inside her.
   He never got an explanation for that night.
   In many ways, she reminded him of Desmond, except she didn't have to be
horny to talk crazy.  Crazy seeped into Mina's 'normal' behavior as well.
   'Normal' Mina faded much faster.
   He pushed open her bedroom door.
   She lay crouched over her desk.  Scribbled on a card, switching colored
pencils.  A bright light illuminated the paper, the outlines of a playing
card.  Other cards lay on a pile.
   "Making your own?"
   "Yeah."
   "Which game?"
   "My own.  I haven't given it a name."
   Jakob looked closer at the elaborate sketches.  Most of them were only
borders, missing creatures or archetypes.  "You're making the rule book
too?"
   Another pencil.  Her hands worked like the wind.  The drawings were
decent, detailed, intricate.  With a few strokes of color, she injected the
gray scale with rich color.
   "Learning it," Mina whispered.  "Learning the rule book, making the
cards." She sat back and looked at him.  "You want something?"
   Jakob shook his head.  "No.  Let me know if you need anything."
   "Lock my door.  Naked."
   "Yes Mistress," Jakob chuckled and turned the lock.
   "Turn around, I mean, over.  The way Desmond makes you."
   Jakob got on his hands and knees, face resting on her pillow.  Mina sat
between his legs, her soft hands pushed his buttocks open.  Her wet tongue
circled his anus, teased its way deeper.  She did a great job of rimming
his ass.  Soon her fingers were dipping in and around his passage.
   Jakob moaned into the pillow.  "Deeper."
   She added a third finger, then a fourth.  Eventually, she tucked her
thumb and inserted her hand.  That his sister was wrist-deep in his ass did
not surprise him.  Mina's arm was no match for Desmond's cock.  Once she
felt his spot, she brushed her fingers side to side over it.
   ***
   The first drop of liquid formed at the tip of Jakob's cock.  Mina
grinned.  That was going to taste so good, like her own farm animal.
   Jakob rocked back and moaned even more.  His words were a harsh rasp. 
"Use more lube.  Pull it out and make a fist.  Use your knuckles over my
spot."
   Mina built a steady rhythm with her fist then lay down between his
thighs, her mouth opposite her arm.  Jakob did the rest, fucking her face
and fist, feeding her delicious spunk.
   "Fuck yes, Mina," he whispered.  "I'm almost there.  Don't stop."
   Mina had no plans to stop.  In fact, she didn't want Jakob to orgasm,
but she owed him this pleasure.  So she kept sucking until he came down her
throat.  It took a while before he relaxed enough for Mina's arm to leave
his ass.
   Mina went to the bathroom to wash her arm off, but leaned against the
counter, smelling her hand.  It wasn't bad, not disgusting.  No fecal
matter, but even if there was, it didn't squick her out like it once did.
   ***
   Jakob frown as she returned from the bathroom.
   "Mina, are you hungry?"
   She nodded.
   "What do you want?  I'll fix you something."
   "Can I finish sucking on your cock first?"
   The request was odd, but Jakob didn't ask about it.
   He fixed her a plate of food.  Mina picked at it, whispering to herself,
smiling and giggling.
   Before long she was back to drawing.
   Jakob didn't even know that she knew how to draw.
   ***
   Everything Mina learned about Benjamin was drawn into the card, symbols,
triggers, secrets, broad strokes, the foundation that all other adornments
will be drawn.  Blank slates, meant to be fortified and prepared for
battle.
   Recruits.
   She chuckled.  Her back ached, but a few twists and rolls worked the
kinks out.
   Done.
   "Wow.  That was a lot of work." She chuckled, ducked her head out he
window.  Half of the moon was in the shadow of the earth.  "I won a lot of
cards this cycle."
   'Player.'
   Mina giggled as she carried Benjamin's card to the tableau, completing
the play.  "I could level up a few of these."
   Next turn.  She arranged the cards, shifted them in the places where
they would be the most helpful.
   Jakob.  She lifted the card, placed it down in the center.  "Took my
eyes off him too long.  What's it going to take to tame this wild card?"
   Silence.
   She closed her eyes, waited.  Mind, body, soul keen for the slightest
whisper.
   She needed to correct this.  Now.
   'Why?'
   Mina took a breath, smiled.  She stared at the rich story her brother's
card now had.  "This one is too important.  I know it's useless.  I know
it's dangerous, but I'm blood bound to this card.  This could be my
strongest, but I have to keep it in play."
   Her head turned, abrupt, short.  Her gaze landed on Desmond's card. 
Resin-black thorns and violet roses, the mechanized background were all
miniatures of his toys, devices.  Beautiful and deadly, with a strong
influence on Jakob.
   Desmond's influence combined with hers would be complete.
   Mina chuckled.  Joy and happiness like bubbles rolled over her skin.
   "Another successful campaign." Mina closed the long wooden box, freezing
her game in play.
   A new game would start tomorrow.
   'Increase difficulty?'
   She leaned on her palm.  Her fingertips drummed her cheek.  "Objective?"
   'The blood knight and his black king.'
   "Risk?"
   'You'll need to craft that box for your discards.'
   She chuckled, both delighted and thrilled.  She only had a handful of
cards discarded from play, mostly people from school, trash cards anyway.
But these?  She needed to protect them.
   The shear amount of work and time, a month or so?
   It was enough to protect some of them.
   "I accept."
   ***
   "What's wrong with you, boy?" Desmond grumbled.
   "Mina," Jakob sighed.  "Something is wrong with her.  Would you, could
you talk to her?"
   "What am I talking to her about?"
   "Well, it's about her," Jakob paused.  "I'm not sure her relationship
with Anya and Nirmala are helpful.  She's been weird since that gathering.
I don't know what I should do.  I can't watch her when I'm with you."
   Desmond scratched his chin as if in deep thought.  "I can tell Nirmala
that Mina should not spend any more time with Anya.  How does that sound?"
   "But where will she be?  I think unsupervised might be worse."
   "True, but it won't be without a compromise on your part."
   Jakob bobbed his head with a heavy sigh.
   "In exchange, you will go to Nirmala and take her place." He grinned. 
"You're getting older and it's time you learn to make your own money. 
She'll help you with that.  This is completely your deal.  I give you my
word I will not punish you for how little or how much you switch with your
sister."
   Though Nirmala scared Jakob about as much as she unnerved Desmond, he
could not leave her sister under her influence alone for much longer.  Even
one day a week could make a significant difference.
   "Okay," he whispered.  "I'd like to switch with her on Saturday and
Thursday."
   ***
   It took all of Desmond's will not to laugh.  He'd never thought the
suggestion would go over so easily.  Clearly the little minx had not
detailed what she did for Nirmala or the visits she was learning to make.
   Desmond kept to himself.  He had no interest in having his friends work
for him.  Desmond earned enough with his videos that he could afford to
provide for himself and his friends.
   If Jakob wanted Mina away from Nirmala, then he would earn it.  In
return, he would get to spend more time with the girl.
   ***
   Dark room, two candles behind a chair.  Two horns arced backward over a
hooded robe.
   She sat on the floor, covered in darkness.  Soft firelight reflected off
the horns.
   The lights flickered off.  Mina's heart thundered in her chest.  Was
this a real demon?  She approached the chair.
   It hoisted her into his lap.  The robe opened and closed over her,
sheltering her in his warmth, his skin.  A stiff cock pressed to her thigh.
   "You are hungry, Mina.  Drink."
   Mina turned her body around and fastened onto his cock.
   ***
   Mina stared down at her thighs as Dr.  Gerald Jinich listened to her
breathe.
   "Good." He felt along her neck.  "You're losing a lot of weight Mina. 
New routine?"
   She chuckled.  "Not really.  I've been doing a lot more stuff.  I play
frisbee at the park most weekends.  I guess, I ...  do exercise more."
   That was a vast understatement.  It was an hour's walk to Benjamin's
house, but a shorter jog.
   "You know your physical body requires nutrients to keep yourself strong,
don't you?"
   "Yes, of course.  It's just, some days I forget to eat." Why was that a
bad thing?  He knew damn well what she used to look like.
   "And purposely neglect your health and beauty, why?  Do you wish to
starve your demons?" He turned away from he to write in her folder.
   Starve her demons?  "No."
   "You must be healthy, pleasing to the eye.  What good is a vessel no one
wants to fill?"
   Was she ugly now?  But everyone had been telling her how amazed they
were.  She didn't want her spirits upset with her.  Tears streamed down her
cheeks.
   "Maybe the demons you work with are too strong.  Have you been having
peculiar dreams?"
   "No!"
   "Then you will eat better?  Not more, young lady.  Not unhealthy. 
Nutritious, regular meals."
   "Yes sir.  I promise."
   "If you don't know how, ask for help.  Call my nurse."
   "Yes sir.  I promise.  I just want," she took a breath.  "I don't want
to fail my demons.  I forgot to eat.  I won't anymore."
   "I am reminding you, young lady.  That's all.  Don't worry.  When you
eat, always choose the best, most nutritious options.  What are you doing
so much of that you forget to eat?"
   Heat filtered up her neck, tingled her cheeks.  Her first visit with Dr.
Jinich he watched her masturbate, talked to her openly, honest.  Each
visit.
   Dr.  Jinich curled his fingers at her and reclined in his chair.  "I'll
give you some vitamins, but they are meant as a supplement only.  Eat,
exercise, make your flesh as appealing as your soul."
   Mina stood between his spread legs.
   "You are beautiful, Mina because you are healthy, compassionate,
friendly.  It shows physically, no matter your weight."
   "Could I have some of you before I go?" Her fingertips grazed the bulge
in his trousers.
   Dr.  Jinich unzipped his pants.
   She went to her knees and took him in his mouth.  Did he always go
without underwear?  Or only when she had a visit with him?
   Above her, he whispered in a foreign language.  His fingers smoothing
down the back of her hair.
   ***
   Mina walked down the street with throngs of other classmates.  Block by
block, the crowd thinned.  A man had been following her but on the opposite
street.  He wore a hoodie, dark jeans.  Hands in the front pockets.
   She said, "Should I cross the street to you or are you headed my way?"
   He smirked.  He flicked his fingers at her, then stuffed the hand back
into its pocket.
   "Um, that guy is totally a perv.  What are you doing?"
   Mina turned to look at her classmate, Kathy.  She'd been several blocks
away a moment ago.
   Was this one of those moments Nirmala had been talking about?  When
honesty is not the best policy, when there were things about her life she
had to hide?
   "What's his name?"
   Kathy's freckled face scrunched into a frown.  "I don't know!"
   "Oh." Mina crossed the street.
   The other man shuffled further on, purposely dragging his feet.
   "What'd your friend say?"
   "Doesn't matter.  She couldn't tell me your name, means she doesn't know
anything about you."
   "Smart and cute.  You look lovely, sorry I couldn't get my eyes off
you."
   "Thanks.  My name is Mina.  What's yours?"
   "Aaron."
   "Aaron, I'd like to stop by the mall on my way home.  Would you like to
come with me?" He paused as if deep in thought, looked her over, then
paused at the drawing on her forearm.  "Heavy stuff."
   Mina studied the doodle she'd been working on during the day.  "This has
meaning to you?"
   Aaron chuckled then pointed ahead.  "Walk and talk?" He looked ahead,
sighed, then down as if coming to a decision.  "Benjamin is a good friend
of mine.  Said he knows a girl that had been embraced by the dark lord
himself."
   "Wow," Mina blushed.  "That's pretty high praise for an orgiastic
encounter."
   Aaron's head didn't snap up and around, look shocked or feigned
confusion.  He smirked.  "Sure is."
   ***
   Mina wandered the store, looking at clothing and checking out the sales
rack.
   Aaron and her had talked along the way.  He played it cool, his tone
conversation.  It was thrilling to have such a private conversation in
public.
   No one cared.  We were there and we were invisible.
   "Are you looking for something in particular?"
   "I want to buy new outfit."
   He chuckled.  "All right.  I like your style.  Think I can help you
out."
   "Thank you."
   Aaron appeared to be young, in his early to mid twenties.  Mina checked
out everything about him up close.  He was rather attractive with dark
brown hair and a bulky physique.  He had a heavy jaw and light colored
eyes. Already she wondered what his cock would look like, what his semen
would taste like.
   What did he know?  Why was he here?
   "Well," Aaron snickered softly as they entered the changing room. 
"There's a lot of clothes here.  Do you have enough money for all this?"
   "I don't plan to buy them right now," she said.  She stripped down to
her panties and pulled up her shirt.  "I'm trying them on.  That's all. 
It's natural to want to test something out before you buy it.  Make sure it
fits.  I like a good fit."
   Silence at the other end of the stall.  Mina separated the clothing into
piles: back to the shelves, maybe, and definitely.
Three outfits later, Aaron found his voice.  "Well, Miss Mina, if this
was a trap, I suspect I would be in cuffs right now.  You want to tell me
what's going on?  What's a girl like you know about black magic?"
   Mina tugged the skirt and panties off.  As she bent over, she caught
Aaron's reflection.  He noticed her butt plug.  His gaze remained fastened
on her bottom until she pulled her panties back up.
   The skirt was a definite.  She turned toward him.  "Does this shirt seem
like a good fit to you?"
   "I like it." He sifted through her maybe pile and tugged up the beige
colored blouse.  "I liked this one more." Aaron drew closer until his lips
grazed hers.
   Mina kissed him back.
   Aaron went back to the opposite end of the stall, a half-smirk on his
face.  "Where you headed after this?"
   Mina stepped over to him and put her hands on his shoulders.  He sat
back with a questioning expression.  "I think you know better than to hurt
me.  Was I right?"
   His eyes went wide as saucers, then he rushed to explain.  "I'm not
going to hurt you, but I," his thumb grazed her nipple.  "With all that
I've learned about you today, I might be a bit rough sometimes."
   Mina grinned.  "That's okay, as long as I'm having fun too." She
finished putting her clothes back on.  He loitered near the exit while she
bought the skirt and blouse.
   She crossed the threshold and Aaron handed her a slip of paper.  "Call
me Saturday.  I'll pick you up.  You're an interesting one, Mina.  I hope I
hear from you." He waved and hurried off.
   "You're cute too," she whispered.
   ***
   Jakob stepped inside the arcade.  Lights, pinging, plunking, space
lasers.  The place was full of people - all ages.  Laughing, the 'ooohs' of
a group of guys.  Somewhere a young girl warmed up her tears.
   His phone buzzed.  Mina's text read, "Home safe.  I'm learning fast."
   He dropped the phone in his pocket.  Like magnets, his eyes were drawn
to the swell of breasts, the hard circle that outlined a nipple, tan lines,
buttock shape.
   Nirmala had done this to him, turned everyone into a potential sexual
partner.  The Art of the Snare.  'Unless you wanted to haunt restrooms and
abandoned buildings like Desmond.'
   They didn't exactly haunt those places.  What would she know about it
anyway?  Mina listened to this crap?
   Getting Mina away from that woman was a good move.
   A kid sat in the corner, slouched in the race car, her foot on the
wheel. Sleep?  Thin legs disappeared under khaki shorts, a ball cap pulled
low over her eyes.
   Who was she?  What was her name?  Alone?  Regardless, she didn't look
like someone with money.
   He approached the machine.  "Room for another?"
   The head angled back.  They studied each other.  She still looked like a
girl, but something in him suggested this might actually be a boy.
   The kid shrugged.
   Jakob got into the car and slouched down.  The top of the car game was
metal.  It was new and shiny enough to see someone coming in the
reflection. Or rather, someone like him staring.
   Zero element of surprise.
   "What you want?" The kid said, the tone was inquisitive, gentle.
   "I'm looking to make a friend." Jakob chewed on the side of his tongue.
A line so stupid would never work.  This kid's mom would show up and he'd
get in trouble.
   "What for?"
   Jakob turned on his side.  Under the ball cap was a cherubic face, soft
and beautiful.  Almost like a girl's.  He wanted to kiss it, smell her.
   Or him.
   It didn't matter either way.
   "Can I be honest with you?  What's your name?"
   She turned to face him a little more.  "Be honest with me."
   "All right.  I'm looking for a ...  a close friend, someone I'd be
comfortable getting to know, and having that person getting to know me. 
Thing is, I prefer to keep to myself.  You look like someone who keeps to
yourself." His heart thundered.  Had he said enough?  Did any of it make
sense?
   "You gay?"
   Jakob grinned.  The emphatic no of years passed had morphed.  "Maybe. 
I've been with both and I enjoy both.  That's a very personal question.  I
don't even know your name."
   He sighed.  His foot tapped the plastic wheel.  "Kris, with a K."
   "My name is Jakob, with a k."
   "We can't stay here long." He sat up.  "That woman in the red shirt is
about to complain."
   Jakob filled the racing game with tokens.  "Why?  We're just playing."
   Kris smirked and took hold of the wheel.  "You're too young to be a
pervert."
   "Ouch, Kris.  Joking with me like that?  Makes me think you want to be
my friend."
   "Calling it like I see it," he grunted as his on-screen vehicle
navigated a sharp turn.  "You said you'd be honest."
   "Honestly?  I don't think I'm that young."
   Kris' light chuckle took some out of the dread from his gut.
   The first time Jakob played a racing game with Mina he spent most of his
time getting back on the track.  He was better than that, but not good
enough to leave Kris too far behind.
   The game went on, seconds passing as the competition took the forefront.
Kris won the game.
   Jakob fed more tokens into the machine.  "I'm going to try this car
next."
   "Brakes are shit in that one, go softer on it."
   The digital babe in checkered hot pants waved flags between the roaring
engines.  Back on the path.
   After the third round, Kris frowned.
   Jakob looked over his shoulder then back at Kris.  "What?"
   "You've never done this before."
   "Done what?"
   Kris chuckled.  "Cruising.  Wow.  Most guys are trying to get my life
story by now: school, parents, whether I'm alone."
   Jakob shrugged.  "Like I said, mostly I keep to myself.  I thought we
were having fun.  That's exactly the kind of friend I'm looking for."
   "I'm beginning to believe you." Another glance in his direction. 
"You're adorable."
   Jakob focused on the game, but could not keep from blushing and smiling.
Kris had a soft rasp to his voice much like a girl's.  Hell, maybe Kris was
short for Kristina.
   It didn't matter.  He'd take his punishment from Nirmala.  Punishment.
From Nirmala.
   Fuck Nirmala.  Playing her games would make him end up like Mina.
   He'd make a new friend and Mina would be safe.  Everyone wins.
   ***
   Kris checked the windows before waving Jakob from his spot by the tree.
   Jakob crossed the cluttered yard and waited on the back porch, per Kris'
instruction.
   The door opened and Kris waved him toward a window.
   "Sweet room." Jakob said as he crawled inside.
   "To be honest, I think they forgot about this window."
   "I'll do my best not to remind them." Jakob settled on the floor, but
Kris tugged him up.
   He stood, and when Kris pushed him toward the bed, Jakob pulled him down
with him.
   "You're so beautiful." Jakob licked his lips.
   "The guys in my family are all baby faced.  You never seen a boy like
me?"
   "If I did, I didn't know it." Jakob met Kris' eyes as he felt inside his
shorts, got a handful of soft ass.
   Kris put his leg over his hip, moaned.
   "Make sure you're just as responsive when I do something you don't like,
okay?"
   Kris blinked his eyes open.  "Okay, but you may not have long."
   "I'm here with you.  I already have exactly what I want."
   Kris sat up and pulled off his shirt, pulled off his shorts, underwear.
"Okay, Mr.  Smooth Talker.  This whole friend thing is confusing.  I mean.
I feel like you're getting the bad end of a deal here.  All we've done is
touch and kiss and," his eyes misted over.
   "Keep going." Jakob pulled off his shirt, worked out of his pants.  "I
want to understand."
   "Most guys, really sweet guys, I'll give a blow job or something.  I'm
probably going to end up someone's house bitch, but, I wish you loved me.
There," Kris wiped the tears from her cheek.  He stared defiantly, as if
he'd proved some point.
   Jakob pulled Kris into his arms and sighed.  He whispered in his ear,
"Whatever you want is for the asking, Kris."
   For several long seconds, Kris stared at him through narrowed eyelids.
"Can I suck you off?" He wrapped his fingers around Jakob's erection.
   "Yes."
   Kris lay on his stomach, his hair fanned down his shoulders.  He smiled
and parted his lips, licked the underside of his cock.
   Jakob didn't know if he was supposed to be teaching Kris or learning
from him.  Kris hadn't even touched his ass.  With his mouth and hands on
his cock, he brought to orgasm within minutes.
   "How did you like that?" Kris placed small kisses on the insides of his
thighs.  He wore a knowing smirk, making the question rhetorical.
   Jakob pulled Kris up to lay on top of him.  "Your mouth is amazing." He
kissed him, as if drawn into his magnetism.  "You knew that huh?"
   Kris chuckled, hummed positively.  Jakob nibbled a path down his neck.
Kris's arm went around his neck.  The cool, pointy end of his cock poked
Jakob's bely.
   Kris jumped up and tucked his cock between his legs.  He had a wary
expression, then curious.
   Jakob waved him back over.  "I don't mind that you're male."
   He nodded.  "But you like thinking of me as a girl.  I don't mind it. 
Promise."
   "Your cock is as beautiful as the rest of you.  Get back over here."
   Kris lay on his back, arms and legs straight, his body tense, penis
flaccid.
   Jakob kissed him on the chest, reached down to stroke him.  "You don't
have to be a boy or a girl, just be you.  Show me how to bring you
pleasure, Kris."
   Kris smiled, then broke into light laughter.  "You're so weird!"
   Jakob chuckled.  "Yeah, guess I am.  Maybe weird is contagious."
   "Kiss me again?  Don't stop touching me, but kiss me too."
   Jakob settled beside him, hand on Kris' scrotum.  "I'd love to."
   ***
   Chloe Jansen watched the video once.  That's all she needed.  A
concerned parent worried about the bad influence on her daughter.
   Complete with a video of her daughter having sex with another young
girl.
   She found her daughter in her room.  "May I have a word with you?"
   Her daughter was blossoming before her eyes.  Chloe's joy was not
reflected.
   Mina appeared irritated by her presence.
   She closed her door.  Best to get this over fast.  "Are you a lesbian?"
   Mina giggled.  It started small, but cascaded until she was holding her
belly.  "That's between me and the person I bring to my bed."
   "First of all, little girl, watch your mouth.  Start over."
   "No, but I have had sex with a female." Mina's blank stare spoke
volumes. She slipped into her shoes and picked up her purse.
   Chloe shook her head.  "I'm being serious with you right now.  I'd
appreciate if you did not act like a child right now.  I took out time to
have his conversation with you."
   "My time.  I have a date."
   "A Date?  How long have you known this person?  Since when have you been
leaving the house on dates?"
   "Why don't you know that already?!" Mina came at her so fast, raised her
arms to push her away from the door.  Her docile, sweet, adoring baby girl
had become this hormonal beast.
   Chloe grabbed her wrist and slammed her body to the wall.  "I need you
to count to three and calm down."
   Mina struggled, whimpered, then blew a puff of air.
   "Calm?"
   She shook her head.
   Chloe chuckled.  Well, she hadn't loss off of her ability to reason. 
She let go of Mina's arm and pressed her to the wall with her body weight.
   "How long have you known Aaron?"
   "A week," she whispered.
   "Is he your choice or is Anya forcing you?"
   "Mine.  Listen, about Anya, she's my friend.  We do things with each
other, but I'm not a lesbian."
   "Are you calm now?"
   Mina sniffled and nodded.  "Did Nirmala tell you?"
   Was that her name?  Good.  Nirmala.  "Not in a way I enjoyed." Chloe
pushed back from the wall.  "Well, I'll be at the airport by the time you
get home.  I want you to know that if anyone tries say I'll be upset with
you about anything you do or have done, they are liars.  You can always
depend on me.  I will always protect you."
   "Thanks." Mina checked her face and clothing in the mirror.  "But Jakob
is more dependable in that department."
   "He's your brother, of course.  You know what I mean, important stuff."
She waited until Mina returned from the bathroom, then hugged her.  "Enjoy
your evening."
   ***
   Mina blinked her eyes before more tears could come.  Jakob had warned
her fair and square, never disobey her, answer her simply and honestly, no
extra information.
   Fuck.  Nirmala.
   Desmond's van waited at the end of the block.  She kept her pace even
though she wanted to sprint.  She hopped inside and he pulled off.
   "Jakob's told you about our mother?"
   "Yeah.  What?"
   "I mentioned Nirmala.  She must have said something to her though.  She
knew about Anya and Aaron.  You called that one.  Fuck, I liked Aaron."
   "You don't know what put him in your path."
   Actually, she knew him very well.  Benjamin.  "That's what you say about
Jakob."
   Desmond nodded.  He didn't smile, but Mina could feel him thinking about
Jakob.  Desmond never blabbed about them.  Desmond was a simple man, easy
to please, he wanted a life of lust.
   If all men could be so easy.
   They pulled into the garage, Mina bounded inside first.  She stripped
down, hopped on the couch and waited for Desmond to follow.
   "You're eager.  You can get whatever you want from the play room.  I'm
glad to see you're comfortable."
   "Please undress and sit down." She smiled.  "When you're done, of
course. That's what I'm eager for."
   A single nod.  Desmond went about locking up the house, putting things
away.  When he finally lay on the couch, Mina mounted him.  She arranged
his cock so that it lay on his belly then straddled him.  She slid up and
down the underside.  She didn't need to lick him first to make the way
slick.  Her anticipation provided ample lubricant.
   "Think my cock could get inside your pussy?"
   She smirked, "If that's where you want it to be."
   Desmond chuckled.  "You're not afraid I'd break you?"
   "You wouldn't break me.  Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to play with me
more."
   "Let me know when you think I can get in there."
   "Where?" She giggled.
   "Where ever you want it, vixen." Desmond winked at her.
   "Then I'm going to need something from you."
   ***
   Despite how well his life appeared to be going, Desmond knew it could
all come to a crashing halt.  All because of one loose end, their mother,
Chloe.  Even Jakob warned Desmond about Chloe's concern for Esben's lack of
parenting in the past few weeks.
   The problem was that Desmond had no way to deal with her.  Unlike her
husband, Chloe focused squarely on her career.  She had a son fresh out of
college, married, had a second and third child and always remained focused
on funding the life afforded to her family.
   He spied on the woman, combed through her life.  If she wanted to fuck,
she scheduled a meeting with her husband.  She had no other lovers, did not
have dependencies or vices.  Esben certainly fucked her, but he never said
a word about their children's activities beyond their care.
   The sight of this young girl sweating and bouncing on him was more of a
turn on than he could imagine.  The opening of her pussy pressed to the end
of his cock.
   A impish look an her face, but brazen.
   Breath sounds.  Outside, the light patter of newly falling rain.
   She made her bargain, straight faced and bold.  She said words to him no
one lived to repeat.
   "Deal?" She whispered.
   Desmond's eyes fluttered shut.  That sweet ambrosia of power trickled
over his skin.  "I told your brother I wouldn't do this."
   Mina nodded.  "Then don't tell him you've done it." Wriggling her hips,
she worked a little more of him inside her.  "Do we have a deal?"
   Desmond choked the word, "Yes."
   ***
   Chloe pulled out the wet laundry and tossed it into the dryer. 
Footsteps down the hallway, dark hair and a bright robe went into the
kitchen.
   She set the dryer and entered the kitchen.
   This girl.  She recognized her from the video.  Someone tried to lie
about her daughter, calling her a lesbian.  Most likely Nirmala.  Was this
Nirmala's daughter, Anya?
   "You have beautiful breasts," she said.
   "Thank you." Chloe pulled cleaned dishes from the washing machine and
placed them in the cabinet.  Travel mug aside, she pushed a button on the
coffee machine.
   Off.  On.  Off.
   "Shit."
   Huffing, she wrote a note and stuck it to the machine: 'broken.'
   "How come I never see you here?"
   "Because I'm the one working." Chloe leaned across the table, her 'nice
breasts' squished by her arms.  "If she wasn't going to have coffee, the
least she could get is information.  Anya, are you sleeping with my
daughter?"
   "Yes, miss." The response was near automatic.  The young woman's eyes
widened in surprise.  "You know?" She reached out and cupped the bottom of
Chloe's breasts.
   Chloe glanced down.  "Did I grant you permission to touch me?"
   Anya snatched her hand back.
   "No one taught you manners?" Chloe clicked her teeth.  "Come over here.
I'll show you how to hand pour coffee.  Is Nirmala your mother?"
   "She." Her jaw clacked shut.
   "Yes or no would have sufficed." Chloe opened the cabinet.  "Are you
left or right handed?"
   "Um, left."
   "Stand on this side." She pointed and Anya marked the spot.
   "Yes," Anya mumbled.
   ***
   Did her mother set her up for this?  Had she already been training Chloe
without her help?  Anya wasn't used to being this confused.  They'd had a
fight about Mina, she was supposed to be correcting her, but Anya couldn't
find anything wrong.  Mina didn't grow up poor, she didn't have a constant
need to feel secure.  Furthermore, she knew things that her mother could
never understand.
   "Good." Chloe praised as Anya poured the hot water over the grounds.
   She monitored the level of hot water as it poured over the grinds, the
drip into the clear glass.
   "Much better," Chloe said.  "Twelves ounces for me and whatever you want
for yourself."
   Mina's slippers shuffled down the hallway.  Anya did not dare take her
eyes off the pour.
   "Mom?" Mina rubbed her eyes.
   "Mina, if you're going to your friends over, teach her how to behave. 
She is your responsibility.  There are clothes in the dryer.  Fold and put
them away as soon as they are done."
   "Yes, mother.  I'm sorry."
   Chloe left the kitchen.  Mina took her place.  "What happened?  What did
you do?"
   Anya whispered back.  "Is she always like this?"
   Mina shook her head.  "No, she's upset with me." She chewed on her
bottom lip.  "What did you do?  Did you tell her anything?"
   It must have had something to do with the talk with her mother, but
Chloe didn't seem to be cowed by it.  "I told her she had nice breasts. 
Think yours are going to get that big?"
   "Maybe.  That would be nice." Once Anya was finished pouring, Mina
transferred it into her mug.  "We can't leave until we finish the laundry."
   "That's okay.  Why can't we play here?  She's about to leave."
   Chloe's heels clacked on the kitchen floor.  "Make sure Esben replaces
my coffee pot."
   "I will.  I'm sorry for whatever Anya did."
   "Doubt it.  Anya, is it?"
   She nodded.
   Chloe nodded.  "Anya, while you are in my house, respect my rules.  Have
a good day."
   Anya was still in shock as Mina cleaned up.  "What just happened?  Is
she a robot or what?"
   "Nope.  Think of it like this, she's our landlord, but one that gives
out money rather than collects it." Mina unplugged the coffee pot and set
it on top of her father's beer cooler.  "If you see her here again, do what
she says and stay out of her way."
   Given all the questions Chloe had, Anya wasn't so sure how to avoid
that.
   ***
   Jakob thought he was dreaming given all the commotion in the house.  His
mother's heels down the hall, the faint smell of her perfume.  Mina's soft
shuffle in her slippers.  His father wasn't up yet.  Who else was in the
house?
   Jakob followed faint smell of coffee to the kitchen.  Mina and Anya sat
to the counter eating cereal.  Anya looked like some hot college girl
wondered off a campus and into his kitchen, complete with the cotton boy
shorts and micro-tee.
   Nirmala called this girl her crowning glory, which meant he hadn't
helped Mina get away from Nirmala's influence at all.
   "She see you two?"
   Anya nodded.  "She thinks I'm her older girlfriend."
   "You are," said Mina.
   "True." Anya chuckled.
   Jakob picked up the coffee pot and pitched it in the garbage. 
"Replacement is in the pantry.  I didn't think you kept friends, Anya."
   "All of us don't do like we're trained, do we, pony boy?" Her gaze
softened as she looked him up and down.
   Jakob grinned.  Too bad she didn't do it for him.
   "Wait, you knew it was broken?"
   "She's already asked him twice."
   Mina chuckled and bobbed her head.  "That's cold.  Does he know how to
set it up?"
   "If he doesn't do it before his first beer, I'll get to it." He grabbed
a spoon and ate out of Mina's bowl.  "What are you two doing today?"
   Anya leaned down and grinned.  "Getting daddy on his first beer early?"
   After the third spoonful, Jakob washed the utensil and set it in the
drainer.  "Sounds like fun."
   "You?"
   "Pony boy stuff."
   Mina chuckled.  "So, you're all cleaned out and stuffed?"
   "Ready to be spit-roasted."
   The girls chuckled.  From their father's room, the shower pipes rattled.
   Jakob went to the pantry and pulled out the new coffee maker.
   ***
   Chloe thought her initial talk with Anya and Mina would cool things off,
put a precocious girl and her deviant mother in their place.
   Two weeks later, Chloe was in the shower.  She was going over work stuff
in her mind when the bathroom door opened.
   "Esben?"
   "Anya."
   "Is there something wrong with the hall bathroom?"
   "Doesn't have you in it, Mrs.  J."
   "What do you want?"
   Anya tossed her dress aside and walked toward the shower.  She opened
the door and stepped inside.  She'd thought of Anya as a girl, but this
close, her body was clearly that of a petite woman.
   Any second now, Anya would realize the game was over and leave.  "Can I
help you clean up, Mrs.  J?"
   "No.  Stand up and turn around." She huffed.  "Hands on the wall."
   She did so with a smirk on her face.
   "And you hold that fucking position until I say." Chloe continued with
her shower.  "Fucking brat."
   "Because you've taught your daughter so much better."
   "Are you saying my daughter is disrespectful and ill-mannered?"
   No answer.
   Chloe reached to pulled shower stall open.  Anya flinched.
   Cool air wafted into the stall.
   "No.  She's not disrespectful and ill-mannered."
   "You are though.  Somebody should teach you better."
   "Teach me, Mrs.  J."
   The girl hadn't moved from her position, so Chloe let it go.  "You're a
beautiful girl, Anya, but I have no interest in girls.  I have no interest
in brats."
   "Where lies your interest in orgasms?  If I give you them, as many as
you request.  Give me your body and I will show you arousal."
   Chloe turned off the shower and grabbed her towel.  "Real you coming
out. And it's not that of a late blooming girl, is it?  What a quandary. 
Admit your womanhood and I can have you arrested."
   Anya turned her head away and stared at the corner of the shower.  "Want
me to step out wet?"
   Chloe tossed her the towel and went back to her hair.  After a few
seconds of silence, she looked back at the shower.  Her hands were still on
the tile.  "You may release your position.  Dry off."
   Once she was dry, she leaned behind her, her nude reflection in the
mirror.  Her dress was still on the floor.
   "Look in my closet, left side.  Grab a bra, no padding.  Underwear, your
choice."
   When Anya returned she smirked at her, but was upset to see her make-up
was nearly finished.
   She stepped into the panties.  "Cool.  I like these." Then pushed the
bra to her front.  "Second hook."
   Anya huffed and put the bra together.  "Why are you getting dressed?"
   "Girl," Chloe smirked at her through the mirror.  "I have a husband and
the needs of two teenagers tugging at me all day.  And do you know what I
tell them?"
   She shook her head.
   "Help me with what I need done or fuck off.  You insist on invading my
personal space so start being useful.  Isn't that what you're here to do,
keep me happy?  Give me a reason to keep you and that woman you call your
mother off my shit list?"
   She took a nervous step towards the door.  "What else, Miss?"
   "I look like a Miss to you?"
   "Apologies, Mistress Jansen.  I meant no offense."
   That had a lovely ring to it.
   "I need to finish getting dressed.  Pick a shirt, build the rest around
it.  If you choose slacks, then bring a belt.  I use scarves with my
skirts." Chloe followed Anya out the bathroom.  "Do you have a license?"
   "Not an accurate one."
   "Good enough."
   ***
   As much as Chloe confused Anya, she intrigued her that much more.  It
was almost fun helping her get everything she needed, learning her
schedule. She wasn't home much, but when she was, Anya practically begged
Mina for an invitation.
   And each time she saw Chloe, even if it was only long enough to carry
her bags to the car, she wondered if she was doing enough to keep their
secret.
   Anya shared these concerns with Nirmala.  "I think she's laughing at me.
I've never felt so confused."
   Nirmala wore a smile a mile wide.  "You are further along than you
think, darling.  Mrs.  Jansen wants to hire you as a temp assistant.  It's
not as much you're used to, but we need what that woman provides more than
money."
   "Momma," Anya shook her head.  "There's something not right about Mrs.
Jansen.  She's already okay with everything.  If she's not, nothing I'm
doing will change her mind.  Why don't we leave her alone?"
   Nirmala frowned.  "What don't I know, sugar?"
   Anya sighed heavily and shook her head.  How could she explain it?  "I
think her demons are in place, but they are not like ours.  The more I try
to shake her, the more she ...  makes me do stuff for her.  I don't want to
be her assistant." She didn't know how to do office work or anything like
that, but she never knew how to hand pour coffee or iron either.
   Nirmala's lips remained pursed.  "She still gets upset when you push
her?"
   Anya nodded.  "But she's nice while I'm doing stuff for her.  The things
she makes me do are so ...  normal, but weird.  You can't understand.  I
sound crazy just trying to explain it to you."
   "Shit." Nirmala giggled.  "Anya, I think you and Mrs.  Jansen are going
to get along fine.  Keep pushing.  She's showing the way in.  You're my
favorite, Anya.  Never forget."
   "How could I ever forget?" Anya sighed.  "A way into what?"
   "Her pocket.  That's where you're trying to go, isn't it?"
   Anya nodded, at least that was supposed to be the goal.  Get her to
spend some of that Jansen money on her.
   Nirmala was wrong about Mina.  Anya had been wrong about Mina.  Mina
said to stay away from her.
   Anya wished for nothing more in the world than to follow her friend's
advice.
   ***
   The girl wasn't going to give up.  Chloe understood this and managed it.
If she could get an assistant through this next project, she could keep
Anya away from Mina until she had more bandwidth.
   Anya appeared at her office door in a black and white body-contour
dress. She looked her age, mid-twenties, petite exotic bombshell.
   Interesting to see if she dressed that way hoping to provoke outrage or
if each day would be a strut on the catwalk.
   "How about your end?"
   Chloe hit mute.  "We went out on time.  Initial customer reaction is
positive." Mute button.  "Welcome Anya.  Have a seat and read the manual on
the table there."
   Anya settled into the chair and picked up the book.
   A good assistant would really move things along.  She'd be inclined to
reward such an outcome.
   ***
   Jakob's intervention seemed to have worked.  Anya spent more time with
Chloe, and Mina was safer with Desmond.  Soon he'd see his mother a lot
more than he used to.  Interesting.  He wondered how that reunion would go
down.
   Jakob's emotions were like a roller coaster once he thought more on the
subject.  Part of him was angry for having his mother brought into it, but
another part relieved, almost secure in having her closer.
   Once both his parents knew, who would he be hiding from?
   The other side of that reaction was the emotional certainty that he may
want to have sex with his mother, and that nothing about this idea repulsed
him.  It should have.  He could almost remember a day when the very thought
would have sent him into a fit.
   And yet, after a time, Jakob settled on the part that frightened him. 
Chloe might get upset with them.  She could have everyone doing repentance
tasks for months.  His fear was for the new friends he'd made.  He feared
loosing Desmond.
   Every thought of a life without him focused on how to replace him.
   No.  Best he never have to face that day.
   ***
   Kris practically bounded across the back yard, his arms open wide. 
Moonlight shone down through the trees and reflected off the small
above-ground pool.
   It was behind the pool that they embraced.  Kris climbed him, kissing
and rubbing on him.  Jakob chuckled and hooked his arms under him for
support.  He settled on the grass, Kris mewling and grinding as if they had
been apart for years.
   Jakob adored it.  "Am I ever going to make it inside?"
   "Not yet," Kris pecked him on the lips.  "Please." He turned until they
were huddled side by side, staring up at the moon.  "You never said, and
it's been on my mind.  Is it okay if I love you?"
   Jakob nodded.  "As long as it's okay that I love you too."
   "You don't have to say it back.  I'm just saying I wanted you to know,
and that you knew too."
   "I love you, Kris." Jakob chuckled.  "Believe it or not, that's why I
hide you.  I love you like precious jewelry."
   "Even jewelry gets to go to parties."
   "I hoard you like a monster treasures gold then." Jakob rolled on top of
him, pulled their pants down.  "And maybe that isn't love, Kris, but that's
how I feel about you." His nibbled up his neck to whisper in his ear. 
"Mine."
   ***
   "I knew taking a favor from you would end in trouble.  How are you
managing her?"
   Desmond chuckled.  "The girl doesn't need to be managed."
   "The girl, you dumb fuck, will bring ruin to us all."
   "Settle up then.  We'll cut ties.  Tell Jakob to stop by."
   "Damn right we will.  I don't know where the hell your boy is, but he
can stay gone too."
   Desmond never got around to asking Nirmala about Chloe.  He doubted she
would have been as forthcoming about the information.  No matter.
   He planted a camera in the woman's office, but he had to play recordings
of Jakob to stay awake while he watched.
   For three whole hours nothing happened.  Other than being dressed like a
high class slut, Anya appeared to be a normal secretary - working.  At one
point Anya slouched in a chair from boredom.  Chloe paid her no attention.
   Hardly damning.
   ***
   Anya took her seat and gasped for every breath.  She was about to
orgasm. These balls were more effective than she'd thought, that, and
bending, walking and carrying a bunch of stuff for Mrs.  Jansen made it
worse.
   Chloe was on another video conference.  The woman stayed in meetings,
seeming to get all the right information, have read the right papers.  Anya
had not reach a verdict regarding her humanity.
   Anya reached under her skirt to touch herself.  Maybe that would get the
woman to notice her.
   "Don't stain my furniture, Anya." Chloe whispered.
   "I won't, Mrs.  Jansen." Anya pulled her hand back, trembled.  After
this meeting she was supposed to show her why the balls worked so well.
   She could wait for that.
   Chloe glanced in her direction and smirked.  Anya knew with all her soul
that it was meant for her.
   ***
   Chloe sat to the bar.  Nirmala sat beside her.
   "I'm here to talk to you about my daughter," said Nirmala.  "I know what
you've been doing with my little girl, and before I decide what action to
take, I want to know your side."
   "Ill timed," Chloe sipped from her martini, and pat Nirmala on her
thigh. "Anya and I have just finished celebrating my success.  Anya will be
accepting a full-time position with me.  She's shown vast potential,
brilliant young woman.  I'd like to mentor her toward more than babyfaced
slut-hood.  I've told her, and I am telling you, I do not have time for
games.  I have a family to care for and unless you're helping me do that,
good night."
   "Really?  You care for your family, your children?"
   Chloe shook her head.  Of all people, this woman was going to act
alarmed?  "I know they are sexually active."
   "Oh, yes.  Active.  Your children are quite physically fit." Nirmala
chuckled.  "You've got me.  You're very aware of your family."
   "I do well enough.  Can't say the same for yours."
   "It's clear you like her.  You are welcome to use her for your
pleasure."
   "I already do." Chloe sipped the last of her drink.  "So why are you
here?"
   "She's not going to do it for free." Nirmala grinned.  "You have not
discussed terms with me."
   ***
   Whether home was empty or full, Kris didn't like to be there.  Jakob
would never bring him home, so they found places in the city together. 
Closets, alleys, stairwells.
   It seemed so easy to pick the perfect place.
   They were at an alcove, blocked by a the parking lot wall and a
restaurant.  Jakob lowered his eyelids for a moment.  The way Kris took to
his cock was amazing.
   He opened them to a flashlight in his face.
   What was he supposed to say?  How do they get out of this?
   Kris tucked him away but cowed at his legs.
   "I'm an undercover police officer.  I'm not trying to arrest either of
you, but you clearly need to be taken home."
   Kris gripped his leg tighter.
   "His family is inside.  Please, let him go and you can take me. 
Please."
   "Sounds fair enough.  Hope you learned your lesson," he called after
Kris as he went inside.
   Kris had never gone into a restaurant with his family, and he certainly
wouldn't get up and leave them to go outside.  All Jakob needed to do was
give him time to escape.
   "Come on."
   The light fell and the man headed toward the parking lot.
   Jakob silently panicked.  "Okay," he whispered.  "I need a minute."
   "Listen, my name is Richie.  I'm not going to arrest you, but I'll want
to have a word with your parents.  Don't give me any trouble, and I won't
haul you in."
   The right thing to do was make sure this guy didn't talk to Kris. 
"Okay."
   "All right.  I know you're embarrassed, but you seem like a good kid."
   "Yes sir," Jakob mumbled.
   As they reached the parking lot, Jakob hoped to see Desmond's van in the
area.  Mostly he hoped it would all go away.  At least Kris would get away
safe.
   His hopes faded as he got a good look up and down the street.  He could
probably run for it, but he didn't know if Kris had left the restaurant
yet.
   The man pointed to his car and guided him toward it.
   Chloe would be at work another four hours.  It won't be so bad.  Esben
wouldn't do anything.  That's if he was even home.
   "I thought you were a cop." Jakob said as they reached the large truck.
   "Wouldn't be much of an undercover cop in a cruiser, would I?" Richie
laughed and opened the door.  "Get back here."
   Jakob was about to buckle himself in when a pungent cloth went over his
nose.
   ***
   Jakob woke with a hell of a headache, his mouth felt stuffed with
cotton.
   He screamed around the gag in his mouth.  The cop was whipping him!  Why
would he do a thing like that?  They were supposed to go to his mom's
house.
   Unless he lied.  This man had kidnapped him and he had no way of
contacting Desmond.
   Again and again the blows rained on his ass.  His backside hurt so much
that he thought it would be bleeding.  He was pushed to the brink and tried
the only thing he had left.
   The man removed his gag, but rather than accept the water, he started
speaking.
   "Lust is never satisfied, only exercised." Jakob whispered.  "I have no
greater purpose, one does not exist.  I exist to sexually please others,
submit, succumb, surrender.  When I am filled with semen I am anointed with
holy sacrament.  I accept my gifts.  I am awakened and will do anything to
please your lust demons.  They will whisper the way to you, guide you to
the right decision."
   "From what I'm hearing boy, no one is going to mourn your dead body when
I'm done having my way with you.  Fucking scum.  Corrupting that sweet
boy."
   "What?  I don't want to die." Jakob begged as Richie fingered his
asshole.
   "You were always going to die." He said.  "A little bit of head-case
dirty-talk won't change that."
   Jakob whimpered as the man's cock thrusted inside.  He whispered words
of comfort, Desmond's voice in his head.  His anal muscles relaxed and
allowed Richie to slide deeper.
   The man had a thick cock, one Jakob could find it easy to enjoy.
   "Look at you, taking a man's dick inside you.  Yeah, you're not fresh
meat, are you?  Bet you think somebody is going to find you." It wasn't
long until he was rapidly pumping his cock up Jakob's ass.  His backside
was in pain, and the smack of their bodies sent a fresh wave of pain.
   "Shit, here it comes," he groaned.
   Jakob's cock shot its load on the blanket under him.  It didn't take him
long to orgasm.  He could go around round or two like this.
   "I swear my devotion to my demons." He rubbed the semen into his belly.
"I pledge my faith, pure and true."
   The air around him pressed to his skin.  It was like reality skipped. 
The air, crisp and dry, smelled of warm meat and soil.  The moon light had
shifted.  The man's body, once holding him captive, now lay at the base of
a tree.  Mush spilled from a hole in his gut.
   Jakob crawled backwards away from the body.  He worked his way out of
the cuffs and untied his legs.
   It took him a little bit to figure out how to get the seat in his truck
adjusted.  Then he grabbed the manual when he discovered it didn't drive
like other cars.  The sun was on its way up as Jakob slowly got the truck
onto a paved road.
   He ditched the car, took a bus, then walked to Kris' house.  The lights
were on, Kris' included.  He was sitting in the window.
   Jakob's belongings were in a bag near the property line.  He grabbed it
and headed for Desmond.
   They were okay.
   ***
   Desmond wanted to be there for Jakob should he ever need him again. 
That meant bringing Kris closer or abandoning him.
   Jakob couldn't walk away from Kris, so he told Desmond.
   To his surprise, Desmond didn't mind.  He seemed happy that Jakob had
used what he'd been taught.
   "I've said you were brilliant.  You haven't squandered your power.  Why
don't you bring him here?  I'll give the two of you the run of the house.
Mina has errands to run."
   "Yeah, about her."
   "Don't worry about her.  I've got a good handled on her, okay?"
   "Okay."
   ***
   "Good job," Desmond said as the video began.
   Jakob stared at the television, his mind and memory transported back to
that moment.
   Jakob and Kris were ecstatic to have the playroom together.  They spent
all day eating, drinking, and playing.
   Cameras caught most of it, and now Jakob was viewing highlights of his
time with Kris.  He even captured him stroking Kris' cock while he took his
enema.
   "This part coming up is my favorite," Desmond whispered.
   As the film appeared to be assembled from clips of their time together,
Jakob had no idea what to expect.  Couldn't think of anything that would
put Desmond in such a mood.
   Jakob and Kris were naked on the bed.  Kris rolled onto his side and
took Jakob's cock into his mouth.
   Damn, he remembered that too.
   "That's a good boy," Jakob said through the speakers.  "You're going to
get more of my cock in your throat today?"
   "Mmm hmm."
   "Yeah, I bet you are.  Yeah, baby."
   On the couch, Jakob squirmed as his image squirmed on the bed.  Kris had
taken more of it and swallowed, almost gagged, but didn't have to spend too
long off his cock.
   "How long have you been training him?" Desmond asked.
   "I haven't been training him or anything.  We're just friends."
   Desmond chuckled and folded his arms over his chest.  "It's powerful
isn't it?  When you've got your cock down his throat?"
   "Yes," he whispered, a smile appeared as his worry washed away.  "I
wondered if that was the way you felt."
   "I feel that way, yeah.  I'm upset you haven't said anything to me, but
I hadn't been paying much attention.  I've been too busy to notice."
   "You found someone else?"
   Desmond gestured to the screen.  "Keep watching.  You'll understand."
   The clip forwarded to later in the night when Kris had begged to try
again.  "I want to do better this time.  Please, let me try it."
   They got the position right and his hips snapped as if he were punching
the back of his throat.  It was only for a few seconds, but Desmond looped
that short moment of bliss, when Jakob was able to fuck Kris' face.  He
hadn't seen the way his throat bulged when he sank balls deep into his
face.
   "I promise this isn't a punishment," said Desmond.  "I don't want you to
shoot before it's over."
   As the video progressed, Jakob grew more aroused.  Now he had captured a
point where Kris was taking Jakob anally.  Jakob listened close to Kris'
every breath, the way he reacted and moved.  Watching that moment back
reminded Jakob of the first time Desmond took him.
   Desmond kissed him on the cheek.  "Now we get to the good part.  How
have things been with your sister?"
   He assumed she was with Nirmala or even with Desmond.  The few times he
saw her she appeared as lovely as ever.  Their relationship had been good,
but Mina kept her own company best of all.
   Desmond got up from the chair worked on something behind them.  "Let's
use this now."
   Jakob had noticed the filled mouth gag lying in the ice bucket.  Desmond
brought it over and Jakob opened his mouth.  Cold semen was hardly a
punishment for him anymore, but that must mean that Desmond only wanted to
play.
   As soon as it locked it, sweet liquid dripped into his mouth.  After a
few sucks he found the flavor of this substance a pleasurable one.  It was
milkshake!  What flavor though?  Jakob sucked harder on the object in his
mouth.  While he managed to get a little more on his tongue before having
to swallow, he could not discern its flavor.
   "Mina said you'd like that.  She filled it up for you."
   Though it had the sweet and creamy consistency of a milkshake there was
also a spicy flavor to it.  It was unlike anything he'd had before.  Maybe
something like french vanilla and chili.
   Jakob let out a grunt of pain as Desmond slid inside Jakob.  Jakob slid
up and down Desmond's cock, and it bumped his prostate.  If the idea was
for him to only get off on him, that wouldn't be a problem.
   Before long, Jakob was coming down hard on Desmond's cock, grunting and
sucking on the pacifier, drinking this sweet treat, no matter where it came
from.  Oh, and Kris, sweet Kris.  He loved him so much.
   Desmond took hold of Jakob and kept him from moving.  Given the man's
low grunts he was filling him with come.  Jakob's moan was more from
frustration than pleasure.  He'd been so close.
   Jakob was at least grateful that Desmond allowed him to stay on his
cock. Perhaps he'd get hard again soon.
   The next clip he didn't recognize at all.  The room's walls were stark
white with white beds, but the floors are wood etched with lines and
symbols.  Mina entered the room nude and pulled the doors shut.
   The stark white walls were lit, but now the lights behind them turned
red.  Mina got on the bed and masturbated.
   Something dark came from behind the camera.  It had a winding movement,
graceful, like a dancer.  Was she in some kind of movie?  It crawled on the
bed, and for a moment Jakob was furious.  Did something happen to her?
   No.  Mina opened her eyes and smiled, spread her legs wider.
   Jakob wasn't sure what was touching her pussy, but he didn't look like a
normal man.  The longer Jakob focused on him the more he realized it must
have been some kind of costume.  One of those dramatic body paints that
could make someone look different.
   This must have been a movie.  Jakob worked his ass in a circle on
Desmond's cock.  That's why there was milkshake in the bottle.  This wasn't
real.
   Desmond got hard again.  That was odd.  Desmond only got this horny when
something big was about to happen.
   The camera moved to the side.  The horrifying detail of his make-up took
a while to get used to.  He was licking her pussy and getting a stellar
reaction from Mina.
   "She delivered this video to me.  I have to say I was impressed."
   "Yeah." Jakob bounced on Desmond's cock while watching Mina ride the
weird man's cock.  He seemed much shorter than her, stockier, but not as if
he were a dwarf.  The proportions suited him.
   "Demon grant me your seed," Mina moaned.  "Feed me so that I may help
another."
   She reached down and came back up with his pacifier.
   The video moved in closer and the costume held up to inspection, not
that Jakob had time to deliver a thorough one.  Thick cream flowed from the
head of his cock, filled the cylinder.
   Mina kissed the gag end and then the camera.  "Desmond, I want my
brother to get a belly full of this before you show him.  I know you'll do
me proud.  We--"
   The screen went blank.
   "You may think she needs help, but I don't know how to give that too
her." Desmond pulled his cock out and took off his cuffs.
   Jakob had lost his mind.  The stuff flowing down his throat combined
with the horror of what he'd seen and what Desmond had just said.
   Finally, the gag was empty.
   "Don't worry.  She made sure you'd get all that you needed," Desmond
pulled the ties away and helped him stand.  "This is a gift, given between
friends."
   Once Jakob got to his feet, he fainted.
   ***
   Desmond's voice, muffled behind the hairy flesh over his ear.  "Suck him
dry, piglet."
   Which explained the noise he'd been dreaming of, that wet swallowing
sound he made when drinking ejaculate.  This man's crotch smelled like a
subtle cologne, musky and soft.  The cock in his mouth swelled and Jakob
sucked his hardest to make up for passing out.
   Why had he done that?
   "Submit.  Succumb.  Surrender.  Feel your cock grow harder, allow it to
speak.  Your service calls for the demons, now they shall tell you their
names.  They will grant you the power to direct your own path.  They will
lead you to intense pleasure.  Continue to trust in them as they have
trusted in you."
   The man in his mouth made a wounded, feral noise and spilled that sweet,
familiar cream into his throat.
   Fuck.
   That's all the time Jakob had to devote to the subject.  He knew how to
drink come around his cock and did so for a long time.  He didn't shoot off
in a series of hard spurts, but several short seeps, as if his prostate
were being milked.  That it tasted so delicious meant this was no great
hardship for him.
   "I guess she was right about him, but I'm not sure he deserves this much
power."
   Jakob's head kept spinning as he overheard the comments between Desmond
and the other guy.
   The other guy didn't respond in any language he understood.  Jakob
returned to unconsciousness with a singular goal in mind.
   ***
   "We need to run away," Jakob whispered to Mina.
   He didn't remember everything that had happened during that night with
Desmond, but he knew what happened with him and that 'man.' He remembered
that Desmond claimed this was Mina's idea, which meant he was truly no help
to her.
   Jakob had to drop everything and focus on her.
   "Are you insane?  What is this all about?" Mina shook her head. 
"Haven't I shown you that we're safe?  That you have nothing to worry
about? We're living an awesome life."
   Jakob shook his head.  "We need to get away from Desmond and Nirmala. 
Remember what I told you?  You need to trust me.  You wanted to help me? 
Well, I want to help you."
   Mina rocked back and seemed to think about it a while.  Jakob lay behind
her and waited.  Some part of her had to remember her childhood, the loss
of her friends, how difficult it would be for them if Mina tried arranging
any more parties.
   "Where do you want to go?"
   "That's where I'm stuck," Jakob said.  "I used to have a few places in
mind, but that was a long time ago.  Listen.  It doesn't have to be a place
where we stay forever.  As soon as we're missing, Chloe will involve the
police.  That will scare Desmond and Nirmala away.  We'll be free of them."
   "Did Desmond say something to you?  Do something?"
   Jakob looked at Mina cautiously.  He needed her help to ensure this plan
would work.  His parents may not have cared about him, but they cared about
Mina.  They would notice she was missing and involve someone who would
investigate the whole thing.
   Mina would stop her slide into Desmond's madness.
   He promised to protect her and he was willing to do whatever it took.
   And yet there was a reason for Jakob to fear this move.  He hadn't been
around her as much.  He didn't know if that video could have truly been her
idea.  Nirmala preferred dark mind games which is why Desmond should have
been helping her.
   That he was unable to prevent this pissed him off.
   Nirmala had to be the cause.
   "We need to step back from all this.  Please."
   Mina took a while to think about it, but didn't seem upset or stressed
by her thoughts.  She sat up and nodded.  "Tell me more about your plan.  I
might have a place."
   ***
   Mina didn't expect Jakob would react this way, but she didn't know what
Desmond had said or done.  Was he upset that she performed a summoning? 
She needed her brother's devotion to be more than physical.  She loved him.
   "I don't want to go to Piet because I haven't heard from him in a while.
Plus, mom will look for us there first.  It needs to be some place where we
can hide for a few weeks."
   All of his logic was focused on returning home and that seemed to be a
good sign.  "I know someone that will help me.  No one knows about him."
   "Who is it?  Where?"
   "No one knows and no one will." Mina drug a hiking bag from under her
bed and unzipped it.  Most of her clothes a few toys.  "You taught me
that."
   "Yeah, well, I've fucked myself in that front too many times." Jakob
stared in wonder.  "You're packed?"
   "You aren't?" She chuckled.
   -_ Exploration _-
   Jakob followed Mina on a trail into the woods.  He'd thought she'd taken
up camping.  After the trek through the woods, they crossed under bridges,
then turned into a neighborhood.
   "I've walked this way plenty times.  It's not too far."
   "It's already been too far."
   "Wow, never thought I'd hear that from you."
   Jakob gave a soft laugh.
   "No more whining.  This is his place." She walked up to porch and rang
the doorbell.
   A young man with dark hair waved at her, then looked at Jakob.  "And you
are?"
   Mina piped up, "Aaron, this is my brother, Jakob.  We need a place to
lay low for a week or two.  Any ideas?"
   He came outside and sat on the porch.  "Hiding from the wicked witch?"
   She giggled.  "Something like that."
   "Evie asked about you.  Did you get her address?"
   "I did.  I saw posters up downtown too."
   "I'll get you a CD when it comes out.  Seems you won't be at the match."
   Jakob asked, "How long have you known each other?"
   Aaron smiled.  "Not too long." He opened his arms and Mina sat in his
lap.
   "What are you doing?" Jakob whispered.
   "I haven't been able to see him for days," she said, her body wriggled
and writhed until she was between his open thighs.
   Aaron groaned and put his hand on the back of her head.  He let her
nurse on his cock, not so much as a flinch on his face.
   Afterward, Aaron left them on the porch while he went inside.
   "When in the hell have you been doing all this?"
   Mina grinned.  "That's the point.  No one knows.  It takes a lot of
energy to maintain this, but I've learned how."
   "So, this whole time, you haven't been with Nirmala?"
   "I hardly know that woman, but I taught Anya.  We build power no one is
teaching us to master.  Demons are real."
   "Okay, first of all, I don't want to be within fifty feet of any of this
shit made reality."
   Mina frowned and growled.  "Liar."
   Jakob blinked.
   "Your demons are strong and they have given you proof.  Do not let go of
that."
   "How do you know?"
   "I know it happened, but not the details: a test of faith which was
passed where many fail.  What we can do together, brother." Joy filled her
expression.  "This plan of yours was good, we haven't had time alone."
   Time alone, away from them.  Would it be enough time to bring he back
from the brink?
   "Once the demons guide you, they do so for your benefit.  Together you
thrive, grow stronger.  There's more to it.  Learning to communicate is
only the beginning."
   "You sound like Desmond."
   Mina rolled her eyes.  "How horny does that make you?"
   "Creeps me out."
   "So, very?"
   He laughed, but it was cut short as a car pulled in front of the house.
   The woman coming up the step had severe straight hair, a womanly figure.
"Hi.  I'm Mei Lin, Aaron's friend.  I hear I've got an impromptu house
party?"
   Aaron stepped onto the porch.  "They'll be respectful."
   Mina nodded, but Jakob wanted to grab her by the wrist and admit this
was all a terrible idea.  Running away wasn't the answer.  What if Chloe
didn't notice they were missing before Desmond and Nirmala found them?  Who
was Mei Lin?  How did Mina know these people?  Were friends of Mina's a
place of safety?
   "Get your stuff and let's go." They crouched down in the back seats,
both of them with their faces pressed to the doors so that anyone passing
by wouldn't see.  They had a blanket over their legs.  The drive wasn't too
long, about as long as Mina's blowjob.
   Depends on how long that blowjob took.  Jakob had zoned out.
   They ended their trip in a two-car garage.
   "We are clear." Mei Lin gestured for them to get out.  "I live alone and
well.  That's why he called me, I bet."
   They followed Mei Lin into the house.  The place was gorgeous.  Way
better than their house and a thousand times more awesome than Desmond's or
Nirmala's places.  She gave them the tour, they passed in front of massive
glass walls.  Art covered most of the walls, framed memorabilia and
statues. It was almost like being in a museum.
   "Listen, darlings, while I agree that we have mutual friends.  I have a
lot of nice things that I cannot afford to lose.  So, let me show you my
ground floor and stay there.  Thing is, while I'm sleep or have company, I
will lock you inside.  Don't want anyone to recognize you accidentally."
   They were ahead of her going down the stairs before she finished her
explanation.  Jakob didn't care if it was a cabin as long as they'd be safe
from Desmond and Nirmala.
   Once down their steps slowed.  The basement was gorgeous, but lacked
anything on the walls.  Bare shelves.  They went through the rooms.  One
bedroom, the other had tables and hooks.  No television, radio, phone.  The
bathroom was lavish, but also a stark color.
   "Did someone else use to live here?" He asked.
   "Yes.  I used to rent this floor, but I made changes to my back yard,
sealed it up.  Like I said, you two have the run of the place."
   Mina ran toward them.  "Is that the safe room?"
   "A what?" Jakob said.
   "Yes," said Mei Lin.  "You've seen one of my rooms?"
   Mina nodded.
   "Well," she led them inside.  "This one comes with something special. 
We need some way to communicate that you need something from upstairs. 
While you're in this room, there are surveillance cameras that broadcast to
my system.  I don't mind giving you a hint, the more time you spend in this
room, the more I give you what you need."
   Mina nodded.
   Jakob had only ever seen this type of etched hardwood once before.  It
was very fresh in his recent memory.  The room was different though, this
one had a multi level bed / couch.
   The door shut and the lights dimmed.
   "Nirmala doesn't know her?"
   Mina shook her head.  "Not personally.  She's a customer though."
   ***
   "We're locked in!" Jakob yelled.
   "Give it a second.  She has to calibrate it with the door upstairs.  The
door up there opens when we're secure in here.  If someone demands to see
her basement, they won't find the room."
   Jakob rolled his head from side to side.  He couldn't believe they had
escaped only to be recaptured by someone else.  Just like Desmond said. 
"How do you know about this woman?  What kind of experience do you have
with these rooms?"
   "She's the vault-maker, and you know the answer to the second question."
Mina frowned and shook her head.  "That must have spooked you.  Don't
worry. It has other uses, obviously."
   ***
   "That girl is fucked in the head." Mei Lin laughed.  "They run away,
cover their tracks, and go to you for help?  Thank you so much for calling.
I ushered them into the basement on plan A."
   "I thank you for it.  I know you don't see this as a benefit."
   "I don't.  Told you I'm trying to make more money without increasing my
prison risk.  But, I was wrong about her being jail bait.  I see why."
   "Listen to Mina, not Jakob."
   "Are you listening to me?  That's the one I just said," Mei Lin sighed
and looked at her monitor.  The siblings were sitting on the bed talking.
"Bye."
   She turned up the volume.
   The brother said, "What do you want to do?"
   "It's not so bad, just you and me, is it?  Are you regretting we didn't
go back for your fairy?"
   "Don't talk about him like that.  I'm worried she'll tell on us, or
worse."
   Mina shook her head.  "Always looking on the down side.  You're the only
guy here, and I don't plan on starving."
   "You can't be serious, Mina."
   "Think she likes me?"
   "Who are you talking about?!"
   Mei Lin chuckled and turned the volume up more.
   "Pussy is delicious too.  Especially if a woman is really into it."
   "Mina.  Could you do me a favor?  Can we talk about something other than
sex for a day?"
   "Do you think we both have to be in here to get this door open?  I was
for running away with you when I thought you were going to be fun, but fuck
this.  I can still get back home before sunrise."
   "Don't you get it?  It's not our choice anymore when we leave here."
   "But if we want to go upstairs--"
   "If you want something from upstairs."
   "She'll bring someone in here for me?"
   Exasperated, the boy flopped back onto the mattress.
   Mei Lin texted Aaron.  "She's going to be fun."
   Aaron responded.  "Be good to her.  Mina is a good crazy."
   ***
   It had been years since Mei Lin got in front of a camera, but she needed
some way to make sure the boy remained occupied.  He captured the footage
of Mina eating her pussy.  It wasn't about the high cinema quality like
those big budget films.  Mina had passion a true thirst for her pussy.
   "Feed her some of your dick," Mina said.
   Mei Lin was going to resist, but he had a beautiful cock.  Long, thick.
She wrapped her lips around him, grinned up at the camera.
   "You should get some of that dick in your pussy."
   "I," the rest devolved into a muffled jumble.  Jakob set the camera
aside, but Mei Lin didn't care.  His cock was at a better angle now.  They
could make more footage later.
   ***
   "Hey," Aaron said during that phone call.  "You haven't said anything
about your house guests.  How are they adjusting?"
   "Hmm?  Oh, we're fine.  Getting along well."
   "Want me to swing by and smooth anything over?  We're good on this end."
   "Nope.  All's well.  I should have something together in a few days."
   "Okay.  Call me if you need anything."
   "Yeah.  Will do."
   ***
   If the card exists, then it must be in play.
   "Mina!"
   She ignored Jakob's call.  She pulled the pouch open, arranged the
tableau.
   She played Aaron's card in a flurry.  Rushed by a sense that her game
may not have as much downtime.
   Mina scanned the cards, memorized the new positions, then gathered them
in order.
   "What in the hell?  Did you hear me?"
   "I'm busy."
   "Doing what?"
   She scowled at him, standing in the doorframe with his arms resting
above his head.  He was still damp behind the ears.
   The card in front of her.  No Desmond to interfere.
   "Get over here.  I need to teach you these fucking rules and quick.  I
don't need you to play.  You've been playing a different game and it sucks,
because we could do this together."
   "What?" He whispered.  One step inside the room.  "What are you talking
about?"
   "Sit." Mina unfolded her cards.
   ***
   Once, Jakob fears were set aside.  Mina had her having more fun with
them by the second day.
   They had breakfast downstairs together.  Jakob and Mina got to knew
their host.  Mei Lin's cautious attitude led Jakob to believe he could work
with her toward Mina's recovery.
   Mei Lin had to admit that the children were a rare treasure.  They
helped her perform new rituals and make richer quality films.  Watching
Jakob perform was a secret pleasure of hers.  Looking at him triggered a
pulse in her pussy, recalling the way he'd fucked her.
   He had a bulge in his sweat pants while lying on the couch watching
television.  Mei Lin sat beside him and Jakob pushed down the waist of his
pants.
   Mina winked at the woman as she sucked his cock.  Mina got Mei Lin
keeping her brother happy by exchanging service for further knowledge. 
Mina claimed to be missing the key components for doing a summoning, but
had not yet revealed what that missing component was.
   Though they had been gone from home for over a week.  None of the news
channels made any mention of them or a similar story.
   Aaron stopped by to visit.  Mina and Jakob were in the basement, but
they didn't have to go into the room.  "Why haven't you been answering my
calls?"
   Jakob and Mina looked at each other in surprise.  They were both curious
as to what Mei Lin would be keeping secret.
   Jakob and Mina make out in the safe room.
   "You've been doing a lot more than playing with them."
   "They've offered a decent amount of insight."
   "I bet."
   Aaron spent some time with Mina and took a spin with Jakob.
   ***
   As the weeks passed, Jakob and Mina questioned when and where to make
their next move.  They spent the late night hours speculating which would
dish the greatest punishment - Desmond or Nirmala.
   Jakob was beginning to think taking a heavy punishment from both would
be a blessing rather than have Mina get any deeper into this hole.  The
very thing that had scared Jakob the most, the people - male and female -
who did not seem human.  It seemed to be the only thing that Mina wanted to
talk about.
   Mina insisted that Jakob attend all her lessons with Mei Lin.  It helped
to build the woman's trust but Jakob was afraid to know more.  The little
he'd done had disturbed him so greatly and then led him to this place.
   Where she seemed to be studying every day on how to call them again. 
Times like this, Jakob wondered if all of this had been Mina's design
rather than his.
   When the creatures appeared in his bed, he submitted to their embrace.
He sucked on slippery cocks, drank delicious spunk.  Bringing these things,
whatever they were, pleasure resulted in some of the greatest euphoria
Jakob had ever known.
   Jakob loved it when they chose to fuck him.  He would lie in a position
for up to an hour going from one orgasm to the next.
   ***
   As great a host as Mei Lin had been, Mina was truly surprised when the
woman refused to allow them to leave.
   "What about my infernal guardians?"
   "You tell a fantastic story honey, but I'm too old for bullshit fairy
tales."
   Given all that they had been through, the large amount of trust that
Mina placed in him, Jakob was glad that she could handle this moment. 
Jakob would have sobbed in defeat.
   Knock on the front door.
   "It's me, Aaron."
   "I'm glad you're here." Mei Lin's words stalled.  She took a step
backward and Aaron walked in.  A gun followed him.
   Jakob nearly screamed with joy.  Mom!
   "Do you have my children?"
   Mei Lin pointed.
   "Jakob.  Get yourself and your sister together.  My car is out front. 
Are you both able to move?"
   "Yes mother," the got up in unison and grabbed their bags.
   For some reason, Jakob expected their driveway to be full of cop cars
and flashing lights.  When their mother left the house, no swat team
swarmed the building to take her place.
   "You never called the cops?"
   Chloe shook her head.  "No time for that.  I needed my children back,
and I knew I'd find the person responsible.  I need you to grab anything
you want to take with you.  I have boxes set up in your room.  We're
leaving tonight."
   ***
   Jakob and Chloe kept up conversation the entire time.  His incessant
questions and Chloe's pride gave Mina a window just long enough to put a
message in to Desmond.  Her mother pulled into a high end hotel.  She told
the front desk that she had a reservation.
   It took Desmond longer to arrive than Mina expected.  Everyone had
fallen asleep and it was dark in the room.  Mina tipped over to the door
and let him in the room.
   Desmond pulled her into the bathroom.  "How are you?  Are you all
right?" He checked her backside, arms, legs, mouth.
   "I'm well.  We're fine.  How are you?"
   "Miss you like crazy.  Have you returned to me?  What do you need?"
   "Yes, Mina," Chloe said from the doorway.  "What do you need from this
man?"
   Desmond, for his size and height, seemed to shrink back from Chloe's
presence.
   "Mom, he cares for us.  Didn't he help you find us?  Hasn't he done
better than Esben?"
   Chloe put her finger in the air and turned to Desmond.
   He feared this day for a long time and had been doing all in his amassed
power to see to their protection.  He'd never met the woman before, but
Chloe had all the strength and zeal of her children.
   "I've had to learn a lot of very hard truths about my children.  I've
learned a lot about you.  That I have no found footage of my children in
your distribution tells me all I need to know.  That stops under my roof."
   Under her roof?  The look of confusion on their faces deepened.
   Desmond had never had so many people in a home with him before.  As for
Chloe, her responsibilities kept her busy as ever.
   Desmond lived a charmed life with the Jensens.  He kept up with their
training, teaching them everything he knew.  As for his precious Mina, he
regularly fucked her pussy.
   One moment Desmond was thinking how much like heaven she felt like.  The
next he was waking up surrounded by worried faces.
   The idea was to take it easy until he could get a grip on what happened
to him.  All this had to be done without a hospital as Desmond no longer
kept contact with Gerald.
   His last thoughts were of Jakob and the couch.  He thought of their love
and how he grew to love Mina.  She had blossomed before his eyes into a
gorgeous woman.  He'd overdone it, but he couldn't help but to get a taste
of fucking her pregnant pussy.
   His child growing inside her.  He gave it every drop of his love with
his last heart beat.
   <->
   Written: May 2015
  
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