"I think your mother is right," said Skip after Pete had relayed the entire story, "no breeder has ever had the amount of power you do, so it's no mystery why he didn't think that's what you were. But , since neither side has ever created a new guide either, I can imagine they must be plenty baffled about now."
"But they must know that they took Bernie out," observed Pete, "wouldn't they just think I'm his replacement?"
"It's feasible, but like I said, we've never done it before."
"So, what's next?"
"Next, we try your idea of using hypno-juice on Bernie. He was the senior guide around here and may have some better insight as to how we should proceed."
Bernie was sitting at the far end of the dining room table giggling and playing with Penny's bare bunny bumps while she fed him.
"It's the only way I can keep his attention long enough to get the whole meal into him." Penny had explained when Pete and Skip had walked in and found her, sans shirt and bra, spooning food into Bernie's mouth. Mindy and Wendy watched while they ate, laughing every time Bernie shouted out his now patented phrase. Megan and Carla hadn't gotten home from cheerleading practice yet.
"Okay, Skip, did you bring the juice?"
"Got it right here - so, Penny, do you think he's had enough to eat yet?"
"Yes, I think that will hold him for a while." She said, wiping his mouth and untying the towel from around his neck.
"Boobies?" asked Bernie plaintively as she stood up, taking her pleasure pillows out of his reach.
"More boobies later," assured Penny with a smile, "right now, Pete and Skip have a nice treat for you."
They handed the old guide a small glass of High Sea fruit juice (which happened to be his favorite) with a dose of the more highly refined hypno-juice cleverly hidden inside it. Bernie downed it in one gulp.
"How long do we wait with your brew?" asked Pete, "Mine takes about twenty minutes."
"Yeah," said Skip dryly, "with that stuff you might as well be putting them under with a ball-peen hammer. This stuff works in less than five minutes and the effect only lasts about a half an hour."
In truth, it only took four minutes before Bernie's already slack jaw drooped just a little bit more and his semi-vacant eyes went completely vacant.
"Bernie?" said Pete, "Bernie? Can you hear me?"
"Yes, I can hear you." Replied Bernie in perfect syntax, no trace of his usual mental impediment. Pete and Skip looked at each other hopefully. Pete had a thought.
"Is your name Bernie, or Bernard?"
"I prefer Bernard over Bernie."
"He's definitely in there." Said Skip with a sigh of relief. "Tell me, Bernard, what do you remember about the past sixteen years?"
"They have been hell. The coherent part of my brain has been relegated to the role of observer only, I have been fully aware of my imbecilic behavior and squalid living conditions but have been unable to do anything about either."
"Do you remember how you came to this condition?"
"I had taken Samuel to the mall, to find him a playmate or two, when we were accosted in the parking lot by three Sonarian guides and five of their security staff. In trying to prevent me from defending my charge, the guides suppressed my consciousness so forcefully that it became permanent. Once they had dispatched our breeder they saw my condition and decided to leave me that way, rather than kill me - those bastards."
"He wasn't mind wiped!" Exclaimed Skip gleefully. "You should have no trouble bringing him back. In fact, I could probably do it - but I... eh... want you to do it... for the practice... yeah... you need practice."
"Okay, I'm going into his mind now, looks a lot like when I was in here before... no, wait... there's more here now, but I can't quite reach it. It's like looking at something on the television, or through a window."
"That's the barrier, you have to breach it somehow."
"Any suggestions?"
"I've never done it before either, but you are in the mental universe, the rules are different there. It's pretty much all metaphorical."
"How does that help?"
"Well, you said it seems like a window, try using a rock."
"I don't have a rock."
"If you think about one hard enough, I believe you will find one right next to your foot."
"My foot? There's no rock next to my foot."
"Not yet, concentrate on there being a rock next to your foot."
"Hey, look at that, a great big rock right next my foot."
"Now use that to smash the barrier."
"Okay... here we go... just getting a grip... and... Hold on, I gotta imagine a smaller rock... that's better. Here we go and... Holy Shit!"
Pete retreated from the veteran guide's mind and his perspective shifted back to the dining room.
"What happened?" Asked Skip, concerned.
"It exploded - the barrier - when I hit it with the rock, it just exploded. If that had been a real window I would have been cut to ribbons. I guess it sort of freaked me out. Do you think it will work?"
"I'm not sure. Bernard, can you hear me?"
"Yes, I can hear you."
"Is the suppression of your consciousness gone?"
"I don't know. It feels different than a moment ago, but I'm not sure."
"When the effects of the hypno-juice wears off you will remember everything that transpired while you were under with the exception of the following: You are going to find that your disappearance had not been reported. This will not concern you in the least and you will not wonder about any back pay you may be owed."
Skip glanced over to find Pete looking at him with disapproval.
"Hey - I thought he was either dead or a traitor - I'll pay him back, it'll just take some time, that's all."
Penny returned to the dining room with three glasses of lemonade. She set one in front of each of them and then took her own seat.
"So did it work?"
"We'll find out in about ten minutes."
They all sat nervously on pins and needles, since nervously is the only way to sit on pins and needles, waiting for some sign of life from their catatonic guest. Right on cue, his eyes came back to life.
"Bernard?" Asked Skip tentatively.
The old man looked at them quizzically, until his gaze landed on Penny.
"Boobies?" He queried.
"Well, damn." Said Skip, "Pete, I though you had it."
"Nah," Said Bernard, suddenly, "I'm just fucking with you. It worked."
"I had forgotten," said Skip sardonically and to the accompaniment of groans form Pete and Penny, "that your sense of humor is sometimes something only you can appreciate."
"I'm sorry," said Bernard with a grin, "but I couldn't resist. And, now that I'm done with that, let me say a heartfelt thank you to this extraordinary young man. It's hard to believe you're a breeder. Your powers are far and above those of most guides. I guess we're not going to have to worry about the Sonarians turning your brains into mush."
He stood up and walked around the table to Penny, then he dropped to one knee and took her hand.
"I would especially like to thank this enchanting young lady for her exemplary hospitality. You certainly went above and beyond the call of duty.
Penny blushed but her eyes never left Bernard's.
"You are very welcome and as for going above and beyond... well... just how much do your remember?"
"Every exquisite moment, my lady."
"In that case, it was my pleasure... as well as yours."
"That it was." He chuckled, kissing her hand softly and returning to his seat.
"I do remember everything, and if I'm not mistaken you were trying to figure out what the Sonarians will make of Pete and his enhance powers."
"That's right," began Pete, "we were wondering if we should..."
He was cut short by a thundering rumble of thunderous thunder that rumbled from outside in the driveway. Before anyone at the table could investigate Mindy stuck her adorable head into the room.
"Uhm, does anyone know why there are a dozen bikers from hell in our driveway?"
"Oh, yeah," said Pete, "that would be our mobile security team. Skip, would you and Bernard keep the rest of the bikers calm while I discuss a deal with Big Mike, their leader?"
"Bikers for security?" Complained Skip, "I'm pretty sure I've spoken with you about keeping a low profile. Just how are a bunch of murderous looking thugs on loud motorcycles supposed to be low profile?"
"Besides the fact that no one in their right mind will fuck with them, they will attract all the attention, who's gonna notice us?"
They all got up, the men headed for the front door while Penny detoured towards the kitchen.
"He's unorthodox," observed Bernard, quietly to Skip, "but he's right too."
Once in the driveway Pete gestured for Big Mike to follow him while his two mentors kept the others busy by discussing their motorcycles, having gleaned enough knowledge about the steel horses to carry on an intelligent conversation and using their talents to ensure the bikers found their interest to be exceedingly normal.
Pete realized that a few weeks ago merely being in the presence of Big Mike would have terrified him to the point of incontinence, but now, he thought, it was Big Mike who should be nervous. He was a bigger, meaner, more dangerous version of his younger cousin Johnnie. The kind of guy who would eat his grandmother for breakfast with out batting an eye - but you wouldn't want to be the guy who fed her to him - at least not if you liked all your organs and appendages in their proper places. He has a tendency to take such things personally and that never ends well. So far Pete had only influenced him enough to make sure that Big Mike would be willing to listen to him and that he wouldn't hurt him.
"So, my cousin tells me you got some hot sorority chicks that need to get their hands on some big ol' biker cock. But I don't see any around here. I sure hope you're not wasting my time."
"Would someone like me waste the time of someone like you? You'd squish me like a bug."
"True, but I still don't see that pussy I was promised."
"Did Johnnie tell you the details of his deal with me?"
"Yeah, he said somethin' about keeping the other kids off your ass and that you wanted me and my boys to do something like that too."
"That's right. Let me tell you a story..."
Pete filled Big Mike in on his mission as a Maunakean breeder and the threat posed by the local Sonarian contingent. All the while ensuring that the immense biker was sympathetic to his side of the issue.
"So whenever I, or my women, are on the move I'll need your guys to make sure we get wherever we are going. In return, I'll make sure that you or your guys will always be welcome at the Sigma Cum Asian sorority house."
"So when do we start?"
"We're heading over there in just a few minutes, but first, you and I should go talk to your guys." Pete knew that Big Mike would have a lot better luck enlisting the aid of his gang with a little mental persuasion. They headed towards the driveway where Skip and Bernard were keeping the bikers occupied.
"Hey Mike," said a smiling leather clad monster with the name "Snake" on his vest, "this guy knows about as much about bikes as I do." Bernard winked at Pete.
After a bit of small talk, Big Mike let the others in on what they were going to do, and for what price. Pete paid attention to the bikers' thoughts and ensured that any contrary sentiments were discarded and by the time Big Mike finished they were all enthusiastically on board. Pete had fixed it so Big Mike would bring a different bunch of gang members every day until Pete could condition every Heaven's Devil under his leadership.
Just as they were finishing Johnnie pulled up in an older model Firebird with a metallic blue paint job and a deep throaty growl under the hood. He was followed by a vintage Mustang with a gleaming candy-apple red skin and what sounded like the heart of a champion. His older cousin greeted him with a hug and they took turns checking out the newer improvements to each other's vehicles while the rest of Pete's entourage made their way out to the driveway.
This time it would be Skip, Mia, Mindy and Wendy going to the sorority house. They piled into the two street rods and with the menacing Harleys and their even more menacing riders flanking them, they roared inconspicuously through town to fraternity row.
This time they didn't have to broadcast anything since all the gorgeous brown-skinned residents were already conditioned during the previous night's visit. It only took a few tweaks for the lovely women to be fully accepting of and very, very friendly towards the bikers.
Pete and his friends returned to Hyun's room while their security force stayed in the living room with several especially friendly young ladies. This time Mia and Skip brought him seven girls all at once. They were both grinning mischievously.
"We are going to play a game tonight." Mia explained, "each girl gets a turn riding Pete's cock, they will change every five minutes until he cums. After that..."
Mindy had sidled up to Mia during her explanation and had just then whispered into her ear.
"Yeah," mused Mia, "good point. Okay, to begin with, each girl will take a two-minute turn until he cums. After that we will raise it to five-minute turns until he cums the second time and third times. The remaining three girls each get ten-minute turns until he cums in two of them. The last girl just doesn't get any cum tonight."
"And all of you really want that cum, don't you?" Skip asked the assembled beauties.
"Oh yes!" "More than anything!" "I can hardly wait!" Came the jumbled responses in a rush as the gorgeous and exotic brown beauties peeled off their clothes and enthusiastically showed Pete their well-sculpted assets.
Once again, Mindy and Wendy expertly stripped Pete and then flanked him as he reclined on the large comfy bed.
"First up," announced Mia with all the enthusiasm of a game show host, "will be... Sunny."
An excited squeal sounded from the group of lovelies and a lithe brown skinned beauty with long straight hair and nicely rounded medium sized dumplings bounded onto the bed.
"Your time starts when you first touch his cock."
Kneeling over Pete, the gorgeous Thai sexpot engaged him in a deep loving kiss, which made his already rock hard rhubarb jump with anticipation. She continued to nuzzle his neck and fondle his nipples until his breathing was ragged. Then, figuring that she had achieved optimum excitement she guided his meat bar into her dripping furby and slowly enveloped him, squeezing and pulsing her fun bun to give him maximum stimulation. She was surprised to find lightening bolts of pleasure emanating from her well-stuffed golden valley giving her whole body a thrill of pre-orgasmic delight. The pre part didn't last very long and before she knew it her concentration on Pete's wizard staff was lost as she was consumed by the best orgasm of her life.
When she finally returned to her senses she found herself lying on the bed next to Pete and his captivating assistants.
"What happened?"
"Time's up," explained Mia, "sorry - you almost got it too. If I know Pete, and more to the point - his magnificent cock, I would guess that he was about two strokes shy of the point of no return when we pulled you off of him. Better luck next time. Okay, next up... Lenora."
A sultry Filipina moved sexily towards the bed.
"Get ready you big manly man. Lenora is going to show you the best time you have ever had. Pete's eyes flashed hungrily as he took in the voluptuous form and wavy long hair of beautiful girl. This time his breath was coming in gasps by the time she slinked onto the bed and with no foreplay at all slung her leg over his quivering form and slid her fuzzy lap flounder onto his water spout.
She immediately began bucking her hips as the orgasm trigger that Mia had Skip program into all the girls hit her like freight train hits a car stuck on the tracks. Don't worry, everyone got out of the car and the train crew all came out of it without a scratch. Lenora was the only one feeling this particular impact and she wasn't complaining.
She cried out in joy, her tight little cockpit clamping down on Pete's pilot and try as he might, he couldn't stop the delectable friction from flinging him ruthlessly over the edge and his bucking hips joined hers as he flooded her womb with his thick potent phallic phlem.
"We have a winner!" exclaimed Mia as Mindy and Wendy helped the moaning and giggling girl off of Pete and placed her carefully and lovingly in the overstuffed chair to recover.
"That takes us to our first five minute contestant... Quin-li."
A tiny Chinese beauty with a slim build and small bee stings approached Pete, his whisker splitter flagging from the powerful orgasm he had just had.
"I hope you are able to make love to me," she said humbly, "I know I am not as pretty as Sunny and Lenora."
As Pete took in her perfect angelic features and erotically exotic eyes Mindy giggled.
"I don't think you have any problems at all." She laughed as she grabbed Pete's once again rock hard trouser troublemaker. "You are obviously plenty sexy enough for my studly big brother. Why don't you bring that perfect little pussy over here and see if five minutes are enough for you to make him cum."
Seeing the effect she was having on the object of her desire little Quin-li hopped up on the bed and kissed Pete full on the lips.
"Oh thank you, sir. I was afraid my little A-cups wouldn't excite you. Now I must thank you with my body." She dropped her tiny twisted taco around his ready red hot pepper and despite the intense pleasure she was feeling, she worked her remarkable musculature with all the skill she had.
"Oh my God," sighed Pete, "you pussy is amazing. How can you... oh shit!"
The joy she felt at Pete's pleasure was even better than the orgasm what wracked her little form. As her bliss waned, she redoubled her efforts, determined that she would give Pete the ultimate joy. Pete, on the other hand, being decidedly in favor of making sure this hot little package would have to fuck him again, held back as best he could.
Enjoying the vision of this exquisite tiny beauty bouncing on his lap Pete thought he had died and gone to heaven. A mere month ago, just seeing a picture of this hardbodied honey naked would have had him desperately seeking a place to box the Jesuit. This didn't help his resolve and at four minutes-forty-five seconds he happily but unwillingly filled her tiny body with his manly gene juice.
Mia helped Quin-li off while Pete sank back into the loving embrace of Mindy and Wendy.
"I think it's time for some of this." Ventured Hyun, lighting a suspicious looking cigarette and inhaling a big hit while sensuously bringing her lips to meet Pete's.
"Just make sure you aren't broadcasting anything, Pete." Warned Skip, "I don't want any of those bikers downstairs to get hurt."
"While we wait for that to take effect," mused Mia, "I'll just make sure that he's ready for the next lucky contestant."
Pete was blowing out his first hit when he felt Mia's wondrous lips wrap around his flagging fandangle and in the time it took for both Mindy and Wendy to each give him a smoke laden kiss, his beaver burglar began to respond to her attention. Once he was hard enough, Mia stood up, smacking her lips and announced:
"Felicity... take your place"
A beautiful Hawaiian girl, with perfectly chiseled exotic features, a round ass, narrow waist and largish jubblies, jumped up on the bed and buried Pete's face in her chest. He enjoyed the firm softness and when they were pulled away he was vaguely disappointed but felt much better about it when her luscious lips met his - then forced a little more smoke into his lungs.
After what seemed like an eternity she finally sucked his tinkie winkie into her dripping dipsy and began to slide up and down blissfully.
Pete laid back and with Mindy's modest momamba on one side of his face and Wendy's larger one on the other he alternated suckling on the nipples while enjoying Felicity's talented fishcake. She did her best but to no avail. Pete withstood the soft, slick onslaught like the hero he was and five minutes passed without another flood of sausage slime.
Felicity reluctantly pulled her well service ewok hole off of Pete's wookie making room for the next girl. She went and stood with Sunny to await her next turn.
"Next is..." Mia paused dramatically while the assembled desirous divas held their breath, they all knew the next sexpot to settle around Pete's sperm stallion was going to get hosed. "The lovely... Min, take your place."
A tightly toned Korean beauty with generous dolly dollops riding high on her chest squealed in delight and jumped onto the bed giving the glassy-eyed Pete deep soul kiss before wrapping his shunter's pole in her enthusiastic and talented pole slot. Screaming in orgasm she slammed her body down in his spunk stick time after time, her cum sponge trembling and clutching at him desperately.
Though the general consensus had been correct, Pete almost made the five-minute mark. Just as Mia was about to call time he filled the young beauty's love canal with his little submarines. Min sighed contentedly as she was helped off the bed to make room for...
"Aiko, you are the first ten minute contestant on 'get that cum,' so take your place!"
A lean and fit example of Japanese perfection leaped from her place to land astride Pete, his still hard chopstick waving in the air between them. She grabbed him in her cool gentle fingers and guided him into what he decided was the hottest willie washer he had ever been inside of. She immediately began to cum and Pete was convinced his bratwurst was being pleasantly parboiled as her quivering easy bake oven milked him for all she was worth.
Pete surpassed the five-minute milestone this time but ten minutes simply proved far too daunting for the former outcast and in less than eight minutes the gorgeous Aiko was blissfully fertilized.
"Your turn, Hiromi," Mia said to the final beauty, a relatively tall and leggy babe with soft brown hair that fell in tight curls to her shoulders. "Wrap that tight little pussy around Pete's magnificent cock and let's see if you have what it takes to..."
All the girls joined in unison, "Get that cum!"
Hiromi took a page from Lenora's book and tried to approach Pete with slow slinky strides but the effort was wasted on the stoned teen. As with all the others she began to cum the moment he entered her and continued to do so at regular intervals until, at about nine minutes in, his creamy seed gushed toward her unprotected eggs in jet after powerful jet.
"Okay," intoned Mia dramatically, " there is one load left, who will get it? Will it be Sunny or Felicity? All we know for sure is that Sunny gets try first. So, Sunny, get on up there and..."
"Get that cum!" Shouted the gorgeous assemblage.
Sunny moaned in orgasm as her bearded beaver devoured Pete's log in an effort to break the damn holding back his reservoir of life giving goop.
"C'mon baby," sighed Sunny, just finishing one orgasm and beginning another, "give it to me... this one's mine... I deserve it... oh yeah... I want... your... YES!"
Once again she came with the force of a tsunami, her love vice tightening around Pete's spooge moose which pushed him off the edge he had been precariously perched upon and he tumbled head first into an orgasm so powerful it felt like his very testicles were trying to shoot out the end of his raging rosebush ranger.
"Crap." Pouted the voluptuous Felicity. "I wanted some cum too."
"Don't worry," assured Mia, "we'll be playing this game tomorrow night too, and you get to pick your place in line."
Cheered considerably, Felicity left with her sisters while Mindy and Wendy dressed Pete, then themselves. Once everyone was presentable they went downstairs to find their security staff lounging in the living room with half a dozen hot sorority sisters who had apparently ingested quite a bit of biker booj.
"Pete!" shouted Big Mike in greeting, "You are the man! This is the best deal I have ever made - and all my boys agree."
The rest of the bikers nodded enthusiastically.
"We're glad you all enjoyed yourselves," said Skip, "but as you can see, Pete is quite tuckered out and we need to get him home as soon as possible. Is security ready to ride?"
"Absolutely," assured Big Mike, "and your chariots are ready too, right Johnnie?"
"Ready, willing and able." Said Johnnie with a big smile.
The trip home was as fast, loud and inconspicuous as the first one - which is to say, not inconspicuous at all. But it was as Pete has surmised, anyone seeing and hearing the group, simply filed them away in a nice convenient pigeonhole thinking nothing more about it, or them.
Once home, their escorts said their goodbyes and left. Pete was groggily aware as he made his way into the house. He resisted his family's urging for him to go upstairs and looked around confused.
"Something's wrong." He said with a confused look. "Hey, I know. Where's Megan?"
"She and Carla had that cheerleader meeting tonight." Explained Penny, "Paul couldn't make it so she was riding with Carla and Chad."
"But it's almost eleven o'clock," observed Pete, "she would normally be home an hour ago. Have you heard from her at all?"
"No," she said, a concerned look on her face, "I haven't. I hadn't noticed the time." she cast a guilty look in Bernard's direction. "I guess I was distracted."
"Somebody call her cell. I just want to make sure she's okay."
Before anyone could get to a phone, the door burst open and Carla came tumbling through. She was dirty and gasping for breath, her usually pretty knees were filthy and skinned and her normally well-groomed hair was a veritable fright wig complete with leaves and twigs. Her still lovely eyes were wide with terror. She leaned, exhausted, against the wall.
"Help!" she gulped for air before continuing, "you've got to help Megan! They've taken her!"