Chapter 14

Pete watched blissfully as the sexy and famous Keira EveryKnight hoovered his hog jowel on the deck of the black pearl. It felt so good he threw his head back and when he brought it down it was ReddishPurple Johanssen's sexy lips wrapped around his raging ramjet and they were on a different boat - apparently on their way to 'The Island.' Unsure of what had just happened, he closed his eyes tightly only to reopen them and see that it was now Jessica Melba swallowing his sword only she kept vanishing and reappearing in her skin tight Remarkable-4 uniform. It wasn't until he saw Jessica morph into Elisha Cuthroat right before his eyes, and he realized they were suddenly in Matthew Kidman's living room, that he remembered he had been dreaming about having a mind control drug and then some craziness about getting mental powers from some aliens.

He had dreamed that he had fucked his way through his family when it turned out his older sister was a witch and her coven, who just happened to also be her fellow cheerleaders, had taken him prisoner. When he escaped he had real mental powers and while exacting his revenge he was discovered by the school janitor who, conveniently enough, just happened to be an agent of some alien race sent here to guide and protect him since apparently Pete was a genetically enhanced tool of that alien race - a tool whose job was to dance the horizontal bop with as many beautiful women as he could thus impregnating them. Throughout all this he had subjugated a couple of his most hated bullies and picked up some other sex toys in the form of Mindy's best friend and some totally hot Asian babe who practically begged to be his slave.

The last thing he remembered was fucking his way through a sorority full of gorgeous Asian hotties.

All in all a pretty cool dream he decided, but it was just getting too crazy now. The topper was that he was suddenly in his own bed watching his own lovely mother sucking his skin diver for all she was worth. Her eyes flicked up and when she saw he was looking she redoubled her efforts and, almost immediately, he shot jet after scalding jet of boiling man jelly down her eager throat.

She lifted her head, smacking her lips, "I thought you would never wake up."

"But I didn't," replied Pete, "and I'm surprised I didn't, I usually do when I cum in these dreams."

"What do you mean you usually do?" Asked a sultry and familiar voice next to him, he looked over to see his sexy little sister Mindy lying naked next to him.

"Finally," he sighed, "some familiar territory. You're always in this sort of dream. Say, you aren't going to turn into Catherine Theta Smith or Naomi Volts or anything are you?"

She gave him an adorable quizzical look. "I never know what you're talking about any more."

"Uhm, Pete," said his mother - oh sorry - adoptive mother, according to his dream, "you aren't dreaming. I just woke you up and you two have to get ready for school."

"I'm pretty sure I'm ... Ouch! What the hell did you do that for?"

"Just in case you were dreaming," replied the gloriously naked Mindy, "that pinch would have woken you up." She patted his thigh chuckling, "come on, goofball, I don't want to be late."

"You mean I'm really awake?"

"Yes," said Mindy, sliding out of bed and following Penny out of the room, "now get up. Skip has something of a surprise for you downstairs."

"I'm ... not ... dreaming." Mused Pete to the empty room. "Sweeet."

A short time later everyone was seated around the large dining room table since there was far too many people in residence to eat breakfast in the kitchen anymore.

"So, Bernie is the missing guide you were telling me about?" Pete was asking Skip. The subject of their discussion was currently gobbling down scrambled eggs with his fingers, leaving quite a bit of them on the towel tied around his neck.

"Yes, and it does clear up the mystery. It's a shame, really, he was a good guide - that is, right up until he let the breeder get killed."

"I'm not so sure he let it happen, I mean, look at him - he didn't just walk away."

"You're right, I guess I haven't been fair. It's just that I've spent the last sixteen years being mad at him."

"Tell me more about this mind wiping you said happened to him"

"It isn't easy. Blocking someone from reading your mind or controlling you is fairly basic, but a stronger telepath or two working together can breach that defense quite handily. But a mind wipe ... it's nearly impossible, even to a normal person. The resistance is incredible. The mind itself fights it tooth and nail. To do that to a telepath, to a guide no less ... it must have been several very powerful telepaths."

"Can we help him?"

"No. It's been tried. Bernard Philips is gone. Bernie is all that's left ... say, how did you happen to call him Bernie?"

"I just looked for his name in his mind, it was hard though - which I assumed was because he was drunk."

"Hmm ... it shouldn't have been there. Have you tried to find anything else? I can't get anything but basic instinctive behaviors. I can't even find his name. I wonder if your hypno-juice boosted powers can dig deeper than I can. Maybe we can find out who killed the previous breeder."

"Why? I thought you knew that it was Sonarian agents - you told me yourself that you killed their breeder in retaliation."

"I said 'we' - I never said that I did it, nobody saw me do it, and nobody can prove anything."

Skips adamant denial raised suspicion in Pete but before he could do anything about it they were distracted by a commotion at the far end of the table.

"That's a good boy, Bernie," Penny was saying while she wiped the old man's mouth with the towel still knotted around his neck. "Now just let me clean you up and you can go watch cartoons." It didn't appear Bernie was interested in cartoons as he was staring at Penny's nearly covered curves peaking out from under a loosely tied sheer blue silk robe.

"Boobies?"

"No boobies right now, I have to get ready for work and everyone but Skip has to go to school. He'll look after you today." She finished cleaning him up and removed the towel, tossing it into the laundry room.

Bernie glowered at Skip, his eyes dark with disappointment. "No boobies." He pointed out.

"No," laughed Penny, "Skip doesn't have boobies, but he'll take care of you all the same."

Penny helped Bernie to his feet and he shuffled onto the living room.

"Say," said Pete, having just had an inspiring thought, "if I was able to get his real name out of his mind, maybe the rest of him is still in there, just locked away somewhere."

"Well, that's possible, but even with your heightened powers all you were able to get to was a childlike version of his name. What makes you think you can get deeper than that?"

"Hypno-juice."

"What about it?"

"You said that it breaks down the barriers to the subconscious, what if we gave Bernie a dose? At worse he sits comatose for a few hours."

"I can't see where it could hurt." Considered Skip, "but I don't want to use the stuff you have here, it's too dangerous and you shouldn't be late for school. Tell you what, I'll pick up some of ours and we'll give it a shot tonight.

"Okay then," agreed Pete, finishing up his meal, "I'll see you after school."

Everyone scattered to perform their morning rituals. Pete was driven to school by Megan's boyfriend who once again got his gummi worm sucked all the way to school.

For the first time that semester Pete walked to first hour with a spring in his step. He used to dread English or, rather, he used to dread Ms. Choadlieken. She had taken an instant dislike to Pete the first day of class and he hadn't been able to figure out why. Well, not only was Pete going to finally find out why she didn't like him, her opinion of Pete was about to change drastically.

He entered the room and made his way to his desk without the usual jostling. By broadcasting apathy along with other appropriate commands, everyone in the classroom simply ignored Pete and whatever he was doing so he didn't even have to sneak his peeks at Ms. Choadlieken like he usually did, and he liked peeking at her - she was hot.

She was seated on a stool just off to the side of the lectern placed next to her desk. Pete admired how the fuzzy white sweater clung to her lovely curves, sweeping out from her narrow waist to showcase her bodacious bazookas. Her tight round ass was encased in black miniskirt that didn't hide an inch of her shapely legs. She had a pencil tucked behind her ear and it stuck out from her long tightly curled bright blonde hair. As Pete admired her, she lifted her dazzling blue eyes and saw him staring. A sneering grin crossed her face and Pete was just about to change her mind when he changed his own instead.

"See something interesting, Mr. Kleeshay?"

Under normal circumstances this would have had Pete turning beet red and trying to disappear into his navel. Things were different now that Pete had taken a little peek inside Amy Choadlieken's mind. He had expected that her attitude would be similar to Megan's in that she hated him because he was a nerd and she had always been pretty and popular. But that wasn't the case at all. It turned out she didn't really hate him at all; she picked on him because she was unsure of herself. She had been a big fish in a small pond back in her high school and the small college she attended. When she began teaching at Pete's large school in a big city she was desperate to be accepted and when she saw that everyone was picking on Pete, she decided that she would join in thus ensuring her popularity as a teacher.