Chapter 13
The Nebraska/Kansas State Line
A Farm in the Middle of Nowhere
Five days later, three weeks to the day since Jake had gone missing, he stepped onto the porch of his new home. Jessie had come through in spades with the negotiations. He was awarded an abandoned airfield and surrounding land just fifty miles from his parent's house in Nebraska. The Nebraska/Kansas state line cut through half of his new property, and while he didn't get the hundred-thousand acres he originally asked for, he still had more than enough land to take care of a few fully grown Dragosaurs. Jake smiled as he recalled, during one of his conversations with Jessie, she'd taken to classifying the monstrous animal as such.
[It sure sounds better than Grak'gull,] he thought. [I'm going to have to figure out one helluva special reward for that woman for all she's done for us.]
As part of the deal they'd brokered, Bitch had been taken to a special facility just south of Las Vegas so the squints could study her and record all the information they could. She'd be there for two weeks, and while Jake's initial reservations about leaving her somewhere she didn't recognize festered in his heart like gangrene, he ultimately knew she'd be in good hands. Besides, even if they did try to hurt her, he reasoned anything short of a nuclear blast would just tickle her funny bone. He chuckled at the thought.
Turning his attention toward the house, Jake took in its appearance. It had obviously been long abandoned, although it didn't seem to be in too bad of shape. It was going to take a little work, but he could make it look like a decent home for him and his women in no time.
The house was a two-story colonial-style structure with a wrap-around porch encircling its entire exterior. As Jake surveyed the length of the front porch, it all looked in relatively decent shape for how long it had been neglected. He noticed only a few boards here and there that would need to be replaced. The porch rail was a lattice design and had been painted an off-white, though the paint had faded over time.
The house itself had a light teal exterior, with its windows framed by stationary shutters painted in a matching shade to the porch railing. The front doors were arched, three panel double doors made from solid teakwood. The doors were accentuated by full surround sidelights.
Jake turned to face the porch steps as his three Amazonian beauties climbed the short steps. Each one wore a different style outfit. Sestia wore a small pink half shirt with three-quarter sleeves that barely covered the lower portion of her small tits and a black pair of skin-tight boy shorts with the words CUM on the left cheek and SLUT on the right in bold white letters. She kept picking at her shorts between her legs as she walked.
"My poosy feels like it is suffocating, my Jake," Sestia complained.
Jake laughed. "You're the one that picked out those shorts, Ses," Jake told her. "I tried to tell you they wouldn't fit you but you just had to have them."
"I like the words on the ass," she argued. "I am your Comb Slut."
Jake just shook his head as he chuckled. "That you are."
Tatiana had gone for a bit more of a reserved look, wearing a plain purple tank-top and loose, basketball style shorts.
Lenore, on the other hand, while sticking with a plain white tank-top, wore a pair of gray, skin-tight leggings that left little to the imagination. The fabric hugged her every curve, and even dug into her ass-crack, bringing stark attention to her perfectly bulbous tush. Jake openly drooled when he walked behind her, relishing in the soft jiggle of flesh with her every step.
None of the women wore footwear of any kind. They preferred to go barefoot wherever they went.
"I like the way mine feels," the honey-blonde cooed. "It is soft and warm, like our king's hands when he touches me."
Jake cleared his now dry throat, trying and failing to bring a bit of moisture into it. "Uh, shall we, um, go inside?" he asked. The three women nodded eagerly, but Jake paused a moment. Grinning, he held a hand up for them to wait. He opened both doors wide, then turned and scooped Sestia up in the bridal carry.
"EEK!" the warrior woman squealed. "What are you doing!? Put me down, Dikos Mou!"
Jake crossed the threshold and gently deposited the flailing woman in the foyer. Turning with a wicked grin, he crossed back outside and did the same for the remaining two, who, at first, thought it was a game and ran from him. He had no trouble catching the laughing women who wanted to be caught to begin with, bringing them both across the threshold of the house like newly married brides.
"Why did you do that?" Tatiana asked with a happy grin.
"Eh! Just some outdated tradition that was started long ago," Jake answered with a smile. "I'm not really sure why it's done, but new husbands, or in my case, king, carry their brides across the threshold of a new house."
"We are not your brides," Sestia scoffed.
"No," Jake agreed, though his hand slapping her tight ass echoed around the new house. "But you are my women."
Sestia moaned slightly and rubbed her thighs together.
"Come on," Jake said. "Let's take a look at the rest of the house."
The front doors opened into a spacious, open foyer with marble tile floors. Immediately on the right, a wide, wooden staircase curved upward to a landing consisting of a horseshoe-shaped open balcony. On each side of the upstairs balcony, three doors led into spacious bedrooms. Three more doors framed the back wall of the upper floor, with two leading to other bedrooms.
The middle set of double doors opened into a spacious bathroom. Inside, there were two enclosed bathtubs, with one of them featuring a jacuzzi function on the rear wall. The other sat adjacent to the right wall. Two circular, enclosed showers were nestled in the rear corners of the room. Along the left wall, there were four toilet stalls, each equipped with locking doors for privacy. On the corners nearest to the entrance, two bathroom closets provided ample storage space. The walls featured four separate single bathroom sinks, with two on each side of a tub.
The two rooms at the rear of the upper floor, accessible through the doors along the back wall, were generously sized and shared a balcony that stretched across the rear of the house. Similarly, the slightly smaller but equally spacious middle rooms on either side of the house featured shared balconies on their respective sides. In contrast, the two front-facing bedrooms each boasted their private balconies.
The first-floor bathroom was an exact replica of the bathroom directly above it on the second floor. Beneath the right-side staircase, a set of double doors led to the Master Suite. This spacious bedroom, occupying the majority of the right side of the house, featured an attached Master Bath at its rear. The Master Bath included a generous tub/jacuzzi, a walk-in shower, and two open toilets on one side, with sinks positioned opposite the toilets.
The left side of the house was a hybrid floor plan, with the living area at the front of the house, the dining area in the middle, and the kitchen in the rear. Each of these rooms had its own door leading to the outside veranda.
The living area was spacious, with a sunken conversation pit in the rear-right corner. An open archway connected it to a dining area that was significantly smaller, though it boasted enough room to easily seat twenty people with a generously sized table. A half-wall with a lowered countertop separated the dining room from the kitchen, providing both a cozy breakfast nook and structural support for the wall.
The kitchen was expansive, offering plenty of countertop and cabinet space. Three vent-hoods were positioned side-by-side above vacant areas, while the entire right wall was one large pantry with three accordion-style doors. Additionally, the kitchen had the only door in the house leading to the rear deck, which was more like a porch or veranda.
"Well, which room do you girls want?" Jake asked the three women when they arrived back at the foyer.
