The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 15

As if he could lie to his father, or his mother, or Alyssa.

Past: Jeremiah

I gave Carmen the keys to the bus, and she and Lexi guided Jenn to the cruiser. Kelly said to find her clothes from her luggage. They appeared to be approximately the same size. Jenn's molded breasts were a cup or two larger. I could fix that later, they decided, she needed some rest first.

Kelly and I turned to Rebekah, along with Alyssa. We needed to figure out how to take care of the two dead men. We did not want to draw attention to the bound man that was starting to wake up. Alyssa nodded towards him, and his head relaxed back to the grassy earth.

"He's so tired," she explained, "He'll be glad to sleep until we figure that out."

"Well," Rebekah said, "Deacon was very sick, I can call the hospice care, and tell them he passed away this morning. They won't ask any questions, they knew he was dying. They were surprised he lasted as long as he did."

"Was it because of you?" I asked, and she nodded.

"He was feeding from me," she said, "I felt the energy slowly ebb. I was a host for him for the last couple of years. He was too suspicious a man to allow anyone else near. Since he controlled me, he let his body have what he needed. For all the horrible things he's done, he was also very disciplined."

"What about ... " Kelly started, "That man in the cinderblock."

"I think if we burned that down, we can explain that he was lost in the fire" Rebekah said, " The locals put up with us, they aren't beholden to the Priesthood like they used to be. We haven't had the money to buy favor in a long while. I think they'll be glad that he's gone. But they can't see how he looks now, that will raise eyebrows."

Kelly looked ashen, "I lost control, I didn't mean to..."

Rebekah hugged Kelly close, "Dear girl, his end was much quicker than he deserved. Between him and that one," she said nodding towards the sleeping man, "they have tortured countless young women for hours at a time."

"That doesn't make it less disturbing for me," Kelly said, "I don't want to feel like that ever again."

"I can relate," I said, rubbing my knuckles that were sore from the single punch I had thrown, "I killed Deacon with a single punch. I can still hear the sound of his spine twisting. His last breath, the way his ..."

I trailed off as Alyssa hugged me, joined by Rebekah and Kelly. We all sat in the grass and had a moment of sadness. When we parted the ache of our own actions was less, but we'd continue to feel a bit shocked and saddened by our actions. It isn't an easy thing to take another person's life.

"So we need to get a fire started in that hut," I said, "I'll go get Carmen she can help with that probably."

"Kelly," Alyssa said, "Come with me, you can help us in the house. I'm sure Rebekah would enjoy your company."

"I do have a call to make," Rebekah said, "The fire can be started after dark, let's get Deacon's body carted off first."

We parted and I headed to the van to find Carmen. I opened the door and heard noises coming from the backroom. I headed towards the back, and opened the door. I was shocked at what I found. I stood at the door and watched, captivated.

Jenn was on her back and Lexi was kneeling between her legs. Their legs were scissored and Lexi was grinding her pelvis into Jenn's bare cunt. Lexi was gripping Jenn's hip to pull herself tightly against her. Jenn was writhing her hips grinding back. Lexi was moaning, her small body rolling and I could feel her pushing towards her peak.

Carmen was at Jenn's side. Her hand was gripping a handful of the girl's hair. She was pushing Jenn's mouth and nose into her own cunt, grinding into her face. Her other hand was slapping at Jenn's overlarge breasts, smacking into the flesh making her flesh reddened from the blow.

"Oh gawd, More," Jenn was saying at the contact, "Harder, please.. oh fuck."

I felt myself get aroused at the frantic and lustful scene, the sexual energy was palpable even without Kelly near. I scanned the trio as my cock made my jeans tight. Lexi was enthralled, but normal, nothing external was influencing her. Carmen was the same way, seeking a physical outlet for the intense experience we'd gone through. Jenn was different. She was craving this, needing more. Her curve had shifted from my first adjustment. She was reverting to how Jediah had influenced her.

Lexi came with a keening moan and kept grinding her cunt into Jenn's but her body soon slipped to the side. Jenn looked around, wanting more, and saw me standing there. I felt her eyes drop to my bulge, and then she looked into my eyes.

"Please, fuck me," she said, "My cunt, my ass.. where ever, just .. please I need it."

Carmen looked at me her eyes ablaze with lust, "Just keep licking, slut," she ordered Jenn and swatted her breast again, then gripping and squeezing the bulbous orb.

Jenn turned to her belly, and her ass rose, waving at me, A black plug of rubber in her anus. My own feeling were raw from the events. The frantic lustful scene playing out made my cock pulse. The raw lust of the scene engaging the primal part of my brain. I pushed my trousers down, and willed my cock to full hardness. Crawling behind Jenn, I pushed my cock into her cunt, she was very tight from the plug in her ass. She groaned into Carmen's cunt as I filled her with my engorged shaft.

Carmen slipped onto her back, her hands grabbing both sides of Jenn's head as she pulled her down into her rolling cunt. Lexi rose beside me and kissed me, feeling my own lust and I kissed her back.

"Spank me," Jenn pleaded between laps of Carmen's quim, "I need it, spank my ass."

I looked down and saw the black tattoo branded into her flesh. It pulsed with a dark light. Her hips pushed back and she rolled her abdomen along with my thrusts. The black web of lines across the base of her spine seemed to boil with glowing lines as her cries increased.

"Please.. hit me... beat me..." Jenn wailed, "Fuck me, use me.."

I drew back and swatted her ass hard. Lexi reached down and spanked her other cheek, then grabbed the black plug and wriggled it inside Jenn's tight ass. Jenn grunted like an animal her cunt clenching at my driving cock. I gripped her ass, using my nails to grind into her flesh. She crooned and pushed back into my pounding thrusts. The star in the center of the tattoo glowed a deeper black as I inflicted bites of pain into her flesh. I spaced for a moment, and lost myself in the hard scene. Spanking and pulling at Jenn's flesh.

Lexi slipped on her back, and got under Jenn's rolling abdomen. Then used her hand to spank at Jenn's clitoris, swapping between a smack, then a lick of her tongue. I pulled out, feeling Lexi's mouth suck my flared head. I finished pulling the plug from Jenn's ass, then grabbed my shaft. Lexi spat onto the head and I pushed it into Jenn's gaping anus, then thrust savagely forward.

Jenn grunted into Carmen's cunt, and Carmen tossed her head back. Her dark eyes watching me as I slammed deeper and deeper into Jenn's ass. Carmen's hips rose and ground her leaking cunt into Jenn's lapping tongue. I felt Lexi's fingers slide deep into Jenn's cunt, pressing into the underside of my shaft. The three of us used Jenn's hard supple body, and sparked her lust and need. Carmen's eyes locked into mine as she pushed Jenn's head down, and lifted her hips. Carmen came with a loud squawk and I felt her tremors transmit through Jenn's flesh trapped between us.

As I savagely fucked Jenn's ass, she froze then trembled. I felt her cunt convulse around Lexi's probing fingers. I felt her cum jet into Lexi's face and splash into my thighs and balls. Her ass tightened around my cock, pushing me over the edge, and I rammed in deep. My cock pulsing as I jetted my load into her bowels. The room spun and I slipped to the side, lying on Carmen's thigh as I caught my breath.

"What the fuck?" I asked, "How did this happen."

Carmen chuckled, in the afterglow of bliss, "Jenn's an insatiable slut," she said.

"I am," she said quietly, "I need it, it's all that I'm good for. Please use me..."

Her words drifted off as she rolled to her side and looked at me. Her gaze shifting between my eyes, up at Carmen and then down to Lexi's. Her face was a mass of confusion, and also satisfaction. I scanned her, and saw that her curve had normalized, but was still different than my last adjustment.

"You are our friend," I said carefully, "We don't want to use you. You are special to us."

Her curve buzzed as she tried to place my words, she had no logical place to connect that with her own needs, she looked more confused.

"I'm a slut now," she said, "I'm only good as a whore, a sex toy. Just fuck me again, or find me someone who will."

Her words didn't make any logical sense to me, and I looked at Carmen and Lexi. They also looked confused, at Jenn's words. To them it was just a physical and passionate outpouring of emotional state in the aftermath of our confrontation. They didn't identify their lust with who they really were. They were whole, Jenn was fractured.

I tried to make out what I should do, observing her as I lay naked in the bed with three women. Jenn groaned, then started scratching at the black stars on her breasts. I saw her nipples harden. Her curse shifted then, as if it had a life of it's own. Curving to a need for more stimulation. Her other hand rubbed at the darkening flower above her cunt, and I scanned her to see what she was feeling. Her graph had shifted, her lust and need were rising on their own. I tried to counter, adjusting her as the tattoos influenced her, but it was like nailing jello to a wall. I'd push down in one place and another would bloom.

I looked at Carmen, feeling helpless, "I think we need to bind her, so she can't touch her tattoos."

Carmen nodded and slid out of the bed and into her closet looking for some restraints.

"Did she have those before?" I asked Lexi.

"No Master," she said, "those are new. She is also different, when we ... well, at the dorm she wasn't nearly as aggressive."

Lexi slipped out of the bed, and pulled up her shorts. Carmen tossed her a cuff, and together they bound her spread eagle on the bed. Her body still rocked as the tattoos glowed darker. It was an obvious influence. I needed to talk to the survivor, and I needed Alyssa's help.

"I'm here," Alyssa said, coming in the door, "Kelly is helping in the house. She has on the stone. I could feel you three, what happened."

I nodded towards Jenn who was almost rabidly cursing, "fuck me, fuck this slut. use my holes, spank my ass, feed me..." she rambled incoherently in a constant stream of curses.

"I can't push her a change that is permanent," I explained, every time I do, it morphs. I think the tattoos are influencing her, and shifting her self-control and curve automatically."

Alyssa watched thoughtfully, then concentrated. Jenn's body slowed then she slept. Her body finally relaxing. Though periodic tremors coursed through her flesh as the tattoos flared.

"I think I can keep her asleep," Alyssa said, "I don't think we want Kelly to see her like this. I need to stay here. Can you go get the man, Jediah? Maybe I can get what we need from him."

"If he wakes up," I started, and Alyssa held up a hand stopping me mid-sentence

"He should be waking up now," she smiled.

After we dressed, Carmen and Lexi trailed me as I walked to where the man started to move in the field. He was strong, and tested the constraining ropes, but Carmen's knots held. I walked up and scanned him, and again was disturbed by his moral graph. I grabbed his shoulders, and he looked up at me with fire in his eyes.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked, trying to struggle, "and who are these bitches?"

"I'm your worst nightmare," I said quietly, then nodded at Carmen. She untied his ankles and I lifted him up, "You've managed to capture one of my friends. What you've done to her doesn't have me thinking pleasant thoughts."

"Is that right?" Jediah scoffed, "I'm not crying any tears, you don't scare me."

I stopped and looked at him, and pushed at his curve as his eyes concentrated on me. Then he shrunk back, fear lighting his features. He tried to pull away from me, but I tugged at the leather collar Carmen had buckled around his neck, pulling him forward towards the cruiser.

By the time I shoved him inside, he was screaming in terror. It was like music to my ears.

Past: Isaiah and Sammie

Isaiah came into his apartment in a rush. Sammie came out of the kitchen at the sound of the door closing, and saw Isaiah hurry down the hallway. He usually always greeted her in the kitchen. She looked concerned. She turned off the burner then follow Isaiah down the hall.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

Isaiah was looking through old boxes, lifting out folders of papers, and fingering through them. He tossed one pile back down, then pulled out another, ruffling through the pages. His entire posture was frantic, and he looked up and saw Sammie's concern.

"Something has changed," he said, "I can't fix something, they've changed how they are molding them."

"Molding who?" Sammie asked, confused without more context.

"The Priesthood, they've made tattoos on the newer girls, They work against my adjustments." Isaiah explained, tossing down another bundle and picking up a different stack.

"Slow down," Sammie said, "We can figure this out, rushing in like a mad man won't help those women any faster."

Isaiah looked up at her, and she saw his frustration. She pulled him close and hugged him, and he relaxed. He put down the stack of papers and held her in his arms. Her thoughts comforted him. In the past ten years, they had become partners. He shared everything with her. She knew he visited the brothels to start the process. Changing the enslaved women to seek help, then continuing his work through a women's shelter.

Sammie pulled him back to the living room, and sat down, helping him to sit. She knew this was hard for him. Going to the cathouses was a temptation, for anyone, and Isaiah was worried that he could be influenced and his own weakness give into that temptation. His wild eyes and shifting gaze told her something had him spooked.

"Tell me what happened, Isaiah," she said slowly, "I promise to listen, just tell me what has you so frantic."

"I ... it was strange ... it wasn't my fault," Isaiah started.

"Honey," Sammie said, "what happened."

"I had sex with one," he said, his shoulders slumping, "I couldn't help myself, she was too strong, too aggressive and I am weak."

"Isaiah," Sammie said, letting his infidelity slide, one of the hazards of his work, "Thank you for telling me the truth, hiding that wouldn't be helpful. You are a strong man, tell me what was different this time."

"Well, it was going like normal," he stated, then seeing her concern and love felt secure enough to continue, "I talked with her, paid her fare, told her I just wanted company. She looked disappointed, and I felt her think she could change my mind. I adjusted her curve, and she relaxed. I talked about her memories. All the things I usually do, to help them rediscover themselves."

"Okay," Sammie said, "I understand, go on."

"Well, I noticed that if I stopped adjusting her, her curve would revert. She had a tattoo on one breast that seemed to grow darker. It was like it was affecting her. She drew closer and started kissing me."

Sammie nodded, and willed him to tell the whole story.

"I was still trying to figure out what was going on," Isaiah continued, "and she kept kissing me, I felt whispers in my mind. Dark voices, swimming in my thoughts. I kissed her back. She pulled off her top, and I saw the tattoo darken a shade. I had to taste it. Then one thing..."

Sammie felt his panic rise as he recalled the events, and squeezed his hands.

"The tattoo is Preisthood," he said, "It's something new, something they've added. Something that changes the women, enslaves them beyond just pushing them into the trade. By her curve, she seeks out the sex, and even more. It's disturbing."

"Okay," Sammie said, "I understand. What are you looking for? How can I help?"

"I was looking for the charts," Isaiah said, "The photos of the genealogy lines from the temple. I need to find someone to help me. I don't think I can work alone in this anymore. I think I need to see if Jeremiah's ready."

Sammie nodded, then smiled at Jeremiah's name. She soon frowned, and looked at Isaiah.

"Katie won't like that," she said, "I know I'm glad that we're visiting her. Our meetings fill up the hole in my soul. But she will protect Jeremiah. He is still so young."

"We need to meet her," Isaiah said, "It's too important, I'll convince her."

"Isaiah," Sammie said drawing back shocked, "You wouldn't..."

"No," Isaiah said, "I won't adjust her, I'll need to show her proof. That's why I need those photos."

"We left them in the box in the bank," Sammie said.

"Right!" Isaiah said, "Okay, we'll go get those, and I'll update the file for when ... and if ... Jeremiah ever discovers his power. Then we'll drive down to meet with Katie. She can help sort this out too."

"So we're leaving?" Sammie asked, and swallowed to keep herself from adding, "Again?"

"Yes," Isaiah nodded, "I'm sorry, but we need to move to a different town. I can't do any good here, until I figure out how to counter the tattoos."

By the next morning the pair was heading north towards Idaho. They would be in Pinebluff by the next day. If the timing worked out they'd be back in Oregon before Jeremiah's graduation in a few weeks. Sammie smiled, she looked forward to seeing Katie. Hopefully she'd be able to see Jeremiah, and marvel at what a handsome young man he'd become.

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Author's Note: Thank you for reading, commenting and voting. I hope you enjoyed this chapter of the story.

Editing props go out to mgenette again, who helps me use the right words correctly. His help and encouragement have been invaluable. Any remaining errors are totally my fault.

I have a few more chapters planned for this story, need to see how Jenn can return to normal, and how the family of five finishes their vacation. A wedding is just around the corner. Hope you keep coming back and reading more.