A trip to Katie's house

Noah and his two loyal thugs got out of the car. The neighborhood was nice, and Katie's house looked pleasant enough. He took a moment to quietly plan what he'd do next, or at least he tried to.

"Boss, you're gonna let me fuck the shit out of that bitch Katie, right?" asked Robbie. "And you were just kidding about making sure she enjoyed it, weren't you?"

Noah shrugged. "I guess you can fuck her, but I'm not going to make it **** for her."

"Come on! That freckled freak screwed up a good thing for me with Jess. She deserves to feel-"

Noah whipped around to look at Robbie. His cold stare shut the bully up instantly. "You're not the only one she's cock blocked. So I have plans for her. Remember, you're useful to me if you aren't completely civilized, but not if I have to constantly tug on your leash. I'll completely reprogram you if I have to. Got it?"

Robbie shuffled around nervously, pulling on the ragged edges of his T-shirt. "Yeah, boss, I got it. You'll make sure she enjoys it, and when I fuck her I'll make sure she likes it."

"If," said Noah. "If I let you fuck her. Now let's go."

Robbie and Henry followed Noah to the door of Katie's house. The quiet boy started to knock, but instead grabbed the handle and turned it. The door was unlocked, and the three of them walked in.

There was giggling coming from down the hall. The three teens followed it and turned a corner to look in the kitchen. Mr. and Mrs. Bauman were all over each other, with him pressing her up against the kitchen island as he kissed her neck. Mrs. Bauman was doing the giggling, and her hands were clenching both his butt cheeks tightly while his hands were pushing apart her unbuttoned pink blouse to get access to some very large breasts.

"Ahem," coughed Noah.

"Eeeek!" shrieked Mrs. Bauman.

"Who the hell are you three!" Mr. Bauman rushed towards Noah, who was in front of the other two. "What are you doing in my-"

The middle aged man actually moved very quickly, much quicker than Noah had expected, and almost grabbed the young man. However, Robbie and Henry acted faster. They stepped around the scrawny boy and tackled the man to the ground.

"What is happening?!" screamed the auburn haired older woman.

Noah brought the CORD up to his throat. "Both of you calm down and have a seat at the kitchen table. Don't try to leave or do anything else until I say you can get up."

The middle aged couple stopped struggling and screaming. Noah nodded for his goons to relax, and soon everyone was seated at the kitchen table. Mrs. Bauman glanced down at her open blouse, but she decided not to close it, as that would be doing something.

"I don't mind having a calm, polite conversation, but it's strange that you walked into my house. Who are you?" asked Mr. Bauman.

"I'm your new owner," said Noah.

"Owner?" asked Mrs. Bauman. "You can't own people."

Noah used the device. "Accept everything I say as the truth, and always tell me the truth."

"Oh," she said, "I guess that's not actually true, since you clearly own us."

"That's right," said Noah. He pulled down his hoodie. "Actually, we've met before. Do you remember me?"

She looked at him closely and concentrated. "Oh yes! Back when Lily was still in High School, we caught you outside, staring through her window."

"This is the peeper?" asked her husband.

"I wasn't peeping," said Noah, ever so slightly raising his voice. "I was working up the nerve to tap on her window so she would open it and I could tell her my feelings."

"Oh, I'm sorry," said Mrs. Bauman, accepting his word as truth. "I'm so sorry for misunderstanding. Honey, he wasn't peeping, he was just calming himself and waiting behind the bush for an hour."

Things went silent. After a couple of long minutes, Noah said, "Why are you two here? I thought Lily was supposed to be out of her last class by now."

Mrs. Bauman blushed. "She messaged us and said she was studying with friends. So we had the house to ourselves. Sometimes, when I don't have any houses to show my clients, I give my husband a call and he sneaks out of work early."

"A lot of times, actually," said Mr. Bauman, and the two of them stifled laughs.

"Nice tits," grunted Henry, openly staring at the woman's exposed breasts in her lacy purple bra.

"Thank you, young man. Large breasts run in the family." It didn't even occur to the unnaturally calm woman that this was a little too much honesty to have with a teen boy she didn't know.

Robbie squirmed in his seat. "Come on, boss. You can't tell me those ripe melons aren't getting you a little hot! Don't you want to fuck this lady up for what she did? Hell, half the reason I beat the crap out of you so much that year was because that story about the police hauling you in was so funny I couldn't stop thinking about your punchable face! That's all because of her!"

Noah looked down at her large chest, feeling a heat in both his chest and his pants. "Yes, I think maybe we should do something with these two."